The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Posted by Skydancer on Mar 22, 2012 16:23:46 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
328
0
Nov 10, 2013 17:18:54 GMT -6
After a year on the streets, the past several days still seemed more like a dream than reality to Skydancer. Staying at The Mansion, she had warm food, fresh water and a roof over her head keeping her dry. If she still felt confused and distrustful at the people that ran the place, she was nevertheless thankful that it was there. Maybe their intent was to make her another soldier in their idealistic war, but if so they had been pretty subtle about it and, thus far at least, hadn't actually asked her to do much of anything. How long that would last she had her doubts, but in the mean time she would take advantage of it.
Skydancer had always thought best when outside, especially up high. In desperate need of some thought, she dawned a trench coat, gloves, a wide brimmed hat and large dark glasses and made her way outside. The purple tubes under her skin couldn't be completely hidden, but at least this way from a distance she looked sort of normal. As long as she didn't actually approach anyone close enough to talk to them, she was fairly certain no one would bother her.
Skydancer wasn't particularly concerned regarding where, exactly she was going and wasn't paying a whole lot of attention. Her thoughts were the things of important here and those were the things she was engaged in. Besides, she was decent with directions and was reasonably certain she couldn't get herself so lost that she couldn't find her way back again. As the minutes turned into hours and dusk began to fall, she found herself in a far less populated area. Still, it wasn't anything to be too concerned about; after all, she had her tubes to defend herself with if it should come down to that. So long as it wasn't another mutant or a gang, she should be fine.
What happened next, Skydancer was never quite certain of. She felt a sting in the side of her neck, walked a few more steps and then collapsed on the ground, unconscious. When she awoke, she found herself in a far too short white lace dress on a bed inside a large glass box. With nothing more than a thought, a tube shot out of her wrist and its pointed end collided with the glass with a 'ping'. Unfortunately, the glass didn't break, not so much as the slightest crack. Perhaps whoever had taken her had been studying her and knew the limits of her power, but the use of bullet proof glass left her entirely trapped and helpless. All she could do was wait.
Posted by Skydancer on Mar 22, 2012 10:28:28 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
328
0
Nov 10, 2013 17:18:54 GMT -6
"I'm working on it... Making something out of yourself isn't something that happens over night, but now I have a fighting chance. I have hope."
It was something to consider. Skydancer was no stranger to the idea of things being worth while taking time. If she hadn't ended up a mutant she likely would have gone professional with her gymnastics and the only reason she had gotten so close was because of hours upon hours of hard work every single day. It still stung that a mere thing like being purple had prevented her from following that dream. The world truly was a cruel place sometimes. Or all the time; she wasn't quite convinced that any kindness the world appeared to do was anything more than illusion.
"This is probably gonna sound cheesy as all hell, but it's because it's the right thing to do. You deserve a chance as much as anyone else, but the world doesn't understand people like us... That makes it hard for them to want to help... So, a long while back a group of mutants made a place where lost mutants could find hope. That place gave me my life back... All I'm doing is paying it forward... And... Here we are."
Skydancer still wasn't quite certain that she bought all that, but just as she was about to say something about it, words were taken from her as The Mansion came into sight. "This...this is the place I'll be staying?" It wasn't that she hadn't seen buildings that large before, but after a year on the streets and a feeling of never having hope again, it was amazing. Too good to be true didn't even begin to go over what was going through her head just then. Nothing that good could possibly come without a price. Either that, or there was some horrible secret inside just waiting to come and bite her in the ass. Still, nothing to be done about it at that moment; after all, the desperate didn't have a lot of options.
Skydancer got wearily out of the car and watched as the masked mutant dinged and then repaired the minor damage to the other vehicle. It made him seem more human, in a way, the fact that he could make mistakes and bandage them up just like everyone else. She didn't comment on what she'd seen though she wore the very slightest of amused smiles. "So, uh, what's next? How does this all work?" The moment of truth, so to speak.
Posted by Skydancer on Mar 22, 2012 10:17:01 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
328
0
Nov 10, 2013 17:18:54 GMT -6
Skydancer wasn't the most experienced in a fight but little experience didn't mean no experience at all. On the streets she had learned very quickly that she either had to defend herself or be taken advantage of, or worse. Fortunately, when you had 30 foot tubes in your body with razor sharp tips and enough strength to move cars, well, defense wasn't much of a challenge.
The problem here was that there were more assailants than Skydancer could comfortably take on at once. Two or three, certainly, but even if she had enough tubes to attack 6 simultaneously, the problem was that she simply couldn't focus on all six in order to make her attacks effective. Her brain had developed along with her power, but it simply hadn't developed that much nor did it allow her to see behind her, if any of her attackers should make it behind her. Her only hope was to bluff and hope it was enough.
A tube burst from each of Skydancer's wrists, a pair from her chest and a pair from her back. "Didn't you ever learn that mutants are dangerous?" She worked to keep her voice cold and even and mostly even succeeded. Surely they wouldn't notice that very slight little waver in her voice? She stared down the leader, waving her tubes in front of her, deadly tips in plain sight.
"Those don't look so dangerous to me," the leader sneered dismissively, lifting his knife which seemed to Skydancer almost large enough to be a short sword. He began approaching and, after only a slight hesitation, the others followed.
Skydancer looked desperately for a bar or ledge or something, anything, she could wrap her tubes around in order to escape, but there was nothing. Just as she was about to entirely give up hope, face her attackers and try her best to survive, a man jumped down to the ground and sent one of her attackers flying. Unexpected though it was, it was all the distraction she needed as a purple tube came shooting out, wrapping itself around the leader's knife arm and lifting him with little effort from the ground. Spinning him to gain momentum, she then hurled him towards the other attackers, sending them sprawling in a heap. The adrenaline of the situation was sufficient that she didn't feel the usual ache around the place where the tube was anchored to her much weaker body.
Skydancer spared a brief glance at her rescuer. "Thank you for your assistance. As you can see I can take care of myself, but I'm not so good with gangs." She turned back to said gang and was disappointed, but hardly surprised, to find them getting back to their feet and not about to start running.
Posted by Skydancer on Mar 21, 2012 15:42:22 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
328
0
Nov 10, 2013 17:18:54 GMT -6
"I guess its kind of neat that you can change colours," Skydancer agreed. She didn't want her own profound cynicism and bitterness get the lizard girl too down. Quite the opposite, perhaps this was a chance to look at things from a new perspective. If she could take her mutation in stride, then why couldn't Skydancer? It wasn't really all bad, after all, was it?
Skydancer watched in fascination as Dahlia's eyes swivelled to look at different places. "Is that, you know, hard to focus on? Being able to see in two directions at once?" Or maybe it was kind of like her own mutation and her brain had adapted to having eyes that could see in multiple directions. It would make sense really. Anyway, it wasn't really any stranger than having a couple dozen tentacle tubes. Mutants, she was coming to learn, were a strange group of people.
"Um, if there are I haven't heard about them. But I'm still really new there. I hope it's not true. Murders, that's scary!"
"You mean the murders were a lie?" Skydancer frowned at the thought. Her rescuer who had brought her safe and sound to The Mansion had at least seemed honest, if not entirely forthcoming about his motives, but what if he hadn't been? What if he was so determined to have her on his side in the proverbial war that he had outright lied to her about the true nature of Sanctuary? If he had lied about that then it stood to reason that perhaps he had lied about Aura being dangerous as well and with no murders to consider, there would have been nothing to convince Skydancer to go to The Mansion over Sanctuary. Aura, at least, hadn't hidden her face under a mask. Which was all the more reason that she had to go see Sanctuary for herself and she had to do so soon.
"I really don't know what to make of this city or anyone here," Skydancer stated despondently. She sat down in a slump, not at all concerned about the dirt on the rooftop. A year on the streets would fairly quickly remove any anxiety about a little dirt. "How do you know who to trust when everyone seems to have ulterior motives?"
Posted by Skydancer on Mar 21, 2012 11:05:13 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
328
0
Nov 10, 2013 17:18:54 GMT -6
"Well... I guess it's kinda a long story... Some of the earlier stuff is a little fuzzy... My mom... She died giving birth to me. The doctors told my dad it had something to do with my mutation. He never forgave me, I guess; he always used to tell me that, anyways... When I was still just a little kid, he put me up for adoption. From there, I went from home to home for a while... Just when things would start to look good my mutation would kick in, and something would explode when I touched it, and they'd ship me back. After a while I guess I just got tired of it, and ran away. By then I was a mess... A dirty, untrained, reject of society, y'know? I started stealin stuff to sell for food... But then I found the mansion, and all that's history."
"But...you turned out ok in the end, right?" It was something Skydancer had to believe, that there might just be hope in the end. It was something of a revalation that other mutants had problems as well, even when they did look normal. She didn't know what her aunt's life had been like before her own power had developted and oregami creations weren't exactly dangerous or particularly uncontrollable. She felt a little ashamed, then, at her judgements.
As they went through the drive through and ordered the food, Skydancer didn't talk too much. Eating was her priority, filling the empty void that had become her stomach. As she dumped several packets of salt onto her meal, she tried her best to ignore any odd looks she might have been getting. Early on she had discovered that not only did she look different than other people, but she also had to eat different and in particular had to eat large amounts of salt and iron. Salt was the easy part, of course. Iron was a little more tricky without any money, but when she had it was was just a matter of iron pills and large portions of red meat. She supposed she could probably resort to drinking blood to get iron as well, but the thought made her vaguely ill.
It was only after Skydancer had finished eating that she spoke again. "Why are you helping me?" That was the question that was bothering her and now didn't seem the time to dance around the issue. Maybe she might even get an honest answer. "I mean, its not like I have money to pay you and I don't think I can really help fight crime." Nor did she think she wanted to help fight crime; the idea that it might even be an option never occurred to her.
Posted by Skydancer on Mar 20, 2012 22:39:10 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
328
0
Nov 10, 2013 17:18:54 GMT -6
"You aren't a freak... That girl in that alley... She was a freak. As long as you don't let this world get to you like it did to her there is hope for you. Even if it don't seem like it right now. As for the mask... I wear it for the same reasons I said in the alley. It's mostly a formality, I guess. Damn thing only covers my eyes; you'll know my face as soon as soon as we get back to the mansion... You want to stop and get food before then? There's a few fast food places on the way."
The words rang hollow in Skydancer's ears. What did he know about being a freak anyway? Probably not as much as he thought he knew because it was imposible to really understand until you were there. She certainly hadn't, not even a little bit. "Forgive me if I don't qite believe you. You don't know what its like to have everyone stare at you, to see the fear and hatred in their eyes wherever you go. How can you, if you look normal? I'm not like you, I'm not like most mutants. I'm just a freak and a monster." The words were said with conviction because no one could really deny their truth. "Food would be great though." Her stomach rumbled in agreement.
"Yeah... The first year was the hardest for me... It got easier, I guess... I lived on the streets for eight. Let me tell you, the place we're headed... It didn't even seem real at first. I felt like I was dreaming for the first week. I'd spent years lying, stealing, conning... And out of the blue came this place where I didn't have to do anything like that to survive. Don't get me wrong. They'll put you to work, goin to classes and stuff like that; but it's all stuff that's good for you in the end."
Skydancer listened intently then began to frown. If he had been on the streets too...and was offering to buy her food...maybe she wasn't giving him enough credit. That was still a big maybe though. "You...lived on the streets too? But why? If you look normal why didn't you just hide your differences and integrate? No one would have even known!" It didn't occur to Skydancer that there might have been other difficlties or that other families might not be nearly so accepting as her own. Her own personal bubble of nievety might have been popped, but in some ways it still remained.
Skydancer's stomach growled again as they pulled into the parking lot. It should have been embarassing but after everything else she was beyond embarassment. Of course she was hungry, she had just spent the last year on the streets and if her rescuer was telling the truth, then he would understand what that was like. Not a pleasant experience didn't even begin to cover it.
Posted by Skydancer on Mar 20, 2012 21:17:35 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
328
0
Nov 10, 2013 17:18:54 GMT -6
When Skydancer had told Aura that she intended to actually give Sanctuary a chnce a few nights ago, that was exactly what she intended to do. The Mansion was nice, of course, and no one had said a thing to her about her unusual appearance. It wasn't even as if she was the only one around that looked out of place in the outside world. But in truth, she still knew next to nothing about the place or what the motivations were of those who ran it and that was something deeply disturbing to her. Oh, she had heard it was some kind of school or something and they were there to train mutants in the use of their powers and the teenagers and younger running around did lend some credence to that claim. But were they simply training them in the use of their powers, or was it for some other means? Like, for example, recruiting powerful mutations into their own personal philosophy in order to have more soldiers for their little war of ideologies?
It wasn't as if a mutant in Skydancer's position had a lot of options. Even if she looked completely normal, the fact that she was a teenager who never finished high school was bad enough, but far worse than that was the fact that she was an alien purple freak who never finished high school. No one would ever hire her for anything and few people would rent to her even if she did have money to pay for an appartment. No one wanted a monster in their midst and, it seemed, mutants had something of a reputation for being dangerous and unstable. Maybe she did have the potential to be dangerous, but unstable just wasn't her. She had rather good control of her powers, no matter what anyone else might think, and she had never hurt anyone too badly with them. The few she had hurt had deserved it, self defense and all.
If having a dry place to live also meant being forced to choose sides in a war, then Skydancer was at least going to make the most educated decision possible. One side was sure to be more right than the other and she wasn't about to let anyone sway her with shoddy propoganda. No, she fully intended to investigate both sides fully in order to make the best decision possible. Maybe once she'd established herself a little and gotten back on her feet, maybe then she'd figure out some way to get out of this stupid war she wanted nothing to do with. How she might do so she hadn't the faintest of ideas, but that was the plan.
At that moment Skydancer took out the little card Aura had given her and was searching for Sanctuary. She knew it had to be close but, unfortunately, she had taken a wrong turn somewhere and now she was horribly lost. Maybe if she could find something to grab onto she could hoist herself onto a nearby rooftop and get a better view of the area. A mutant homeless shelter had to be pretty large, didn't it?
Walking with her head staring upwards to find some sortof pipe sticking out or satellite dish or something similar, Skydancer almost didn't notice when she walked into a dead end alley. It was only when she turned around that she realized she had been followed for an unknown amount of time. 6 people stood around the moth of the alley, armed with bats, bars and at least 1 knife. "Looks like we've got ourselves a little mutie freak!" The gang laughed and started approaching, violence clearly their intent.
Posted by Skydancer on Mar 20, 2012 20:56:33 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
328
0
Nov 10, 2013 17:18:54 GMT -6
Skydancer stayed quiet, following the masked mutant, just long enough to get out of sight of Aura. If he turned on her, for some reason, she'd run. If he persisted, she'd stab him or strngle him. Just because he claimed he was bringing her some place safe didn't necessarily mean that he was telling the truth. She wasn't just some niave little girl anymore.
"I understand that you haven't decided yet where you'll go... I'm happy that you're giving the mansion a chance, though."
Skydancer shrugged and kept walking, slightly behind the other man just in case. The fact that so far he seemed true to his word was only slightly comforting. "Why do you really wear that mask? Is it because you're a freak like me? Ashamed to show your face to the world? Maybe I should get a mask, I'd stick out less than having purple tubes all under my skin." Bitterness did not become her and yet bitterness was all she had left.
"I... eh... It's not much to look at, but it gets me where i'm goin."
This was where things were likely to get dicey. If the hero decided he wasn't such a hero after all then she wasn't certain she could survive a jump from a moving vehicle; in fact she was fairly certain she could not. Still, even in a car she could probably incapaitate him if need be. Probably. Although she didn't even really know what is power was, so maybe not. The prospect of a dry room and a warm meal caused her to push her doubts to the side and she got in anyway.
"So... How long were you out on the streets?"
"I've been on the streets a year," Skydancer answered. There was no reason to lie about it, after all. "Trust me, it sucks about as much as you'd think it would." There was that bitterness back again, almost like an old friend.
Posted by Skydancer on Mar 20, 2012 12:15:02 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
328
0
Nov 10, 2013 17:18:54 GMT -6
In her past life, Skydancer was posative that she would have run screaming from Aura. Anyone with viewsas extreme as hers or had done half the things she had supposedly done did not qualify as a good person. That was the past, however, and Skydancer had a new and much more cynical view on life. The people who had killed her brother, maybe she should have done something worse than just wound a couple of them and scare them off, who could say? Certainly she was in no present state to make such a judgement, all she knew was that her brother was innocent and hadn't deserved to die.
Skydancer accepted the card Aura gave her before nodding at the masked man that she was ready to go. "I plan on seeing this Sanctuary place of yours for myself. Don't think my going to The Mansion is in any way picking a side in this war of yours." Because she still only had the vaguest idea what this war was all about and was pretty sure she wanted no part of it. Yet, she couldn't shakethe feeling that she might not have a choice in the matter and, eventually, picking a side was exactly what she would be forced to do.
Following the hero type to his vehicle, Skydancer took solace in the fact that her tubes would protect her if things went bad. Just because she loathed looking like a freak didn't mean she completely rejected what nature had given her. She didn't know the stranger's power, but whatever it was if he tried something she would be ready to defend herself. It saddened her more than she was willing to admit that she now lived in a world in which violence and self-defense were the first things that came to mind when a kind stranger saved her from the streets.
Posted by Skydancer on Mar 19, 2012 23:41:37 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
328
0
Nov 10, 2013 17:18:54 GMT -6
Skydancer couldn't decide if she liked the Mansion or not. She definately knew that she liked the warm food and the dry shelter it provided but she couldn't quite shake the feeling that by staying there she was making some kind of choice of sides to take in a war she didn't fully understand. She didn't want to take any sides because she didn't want to be a part of this stupid war, whatever the details of that war might be. It involved mutants, that much was obvious and, from what she could gather from the argument Aura and the masked hero had when she met the two of them only a couple of nights ago, it seemed to involve what they thought about humans. The thing was, though, that Skydancer didn't think much of anything about humans. They were what the were, some of them good, some of them bad and most of them afraid of her. All she wanted was to be left alone to live her life in peace.
Skydancer walked down a long hallway into the foyer before opening the door and stepping outside to think. She was starting to feel a little clausterphic in there and not just because she had been living outside for months. There were people, mutant people she guessed, around everywhere and it was almost more than she could bear just then. Most of them appeared to be living their lives, just as happy as could be with their human masks and amazing powers. If only she could be one of them, blending in with the humans around there but with a secret little gift that no one needed to know about except those she told. Now that would have been her perfect life, the life her sister and her aunt were surely able to live. But no, she was more than just a mutant, she was one of the freaks.
Skydancer took a deep breath as the door shut behind her. The air was still cool, even as spring approached, though it was sunny and beautiful out. It was a shame, really, that she was in no mood to properly enjoy the sunshine. There were tall trees around, the type she had always liked and the type with good sturdy branches for swinging on. They were no proper uneven bars, but in some ways they were all the more fun for that fact.
For once since her transformation not caring if anyone happened to be around, Skydancer winced as a tube shot out of both of her wrists and wrapped around two of the branches on the trees. There were no leaves to get in the way, given the season. After raising herself about 10 feet off the ground and hanging from the long tubes, Skydancer began swinging to gain momentum. Once gained, she swung to the top of the branch and let go with her tubes, letting the momentum of the spin shoot her several feet into the air above the branches, before catching the branch again on the way down with the tubes. It was moments like these that really struck home just how bitter sweet her mutation really was.
Posted by Skydancer on Mar 19, 2012 21:53:43 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
328
0
Nov 10, 2013 17:18:54 GMT -6
Skydancer felt sad for the girl that the normal life she was sure to have led before she abruptly changed had been so recently taken from her. At least Skydancer had a few years to acclimitize herself to her new life as one of the creepy baddies of the world, not so the poor lizard girl. It was even worse to think that the girl's parents hadn't accepted her and she had to run away. In a way Skydancer had run away as well, but not because her parentsno longer loved her but to protect her parents, which seemed better somehow to her. Although, really looking at her, it seemed like she was coping a lot better than Skydancer was so maybe she actually enjoyed her new life. Stranger things, perhaps, had happened.
"I changed a few years ago." Skydancer never had been particularly skilled at hiding her emotions and now was no exception. She kicked a stray rock that had somehow made its way onto the roof. "Its not like its all bad or anything and having powers is pretty cool, I just wish I didn't look so...freakish." Did that make her a horribly shallow person? Maybe.
Skydancer's ears perked at the mention of Sanctuary. It was another check that Sanctuary was a good place which brought the tally to one against and two for, so far. "Do you know a young woman by the name of Aura? I met her the other day and she suggested Sanctuary." A pause for thought. "Also, do you know of any rumours of murders going on around there?" It couldn't hurt to ask, especially since she was still considering her options regarding where to stay.
Posted by Skydancer on Mar 19, 2012 15:58:38 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
328
0
Nov 10, 2013 17:18:54 GMT -6
For once in her life Skydancer didn't actually mind the fact that someone was staring at her because, quite frankly, the colourful lizard girl was rather fascinating in her own right and if she was staring it couldn't be considered rude if Skydancer stared a little as well, could it? She grinned down at the girl and the grin was only a little bit feigned.
It was a little strange shaking hands with a giant lizard and feeling scales under her own hands instead of flesh, but Skydancer was the last one to judge. Changing into one of the monsters that went bump in the night really did something for one's own perceptions of the world. When you were the monster, what was there left to be afraid of? Certainly not brightly coloured lizard girls, especially when said lizard girl appeared to be friendly.
"Nice to meet you Dahlia. I'm not much for stairs either." Skydancer pointed towards the satellite she had grabbed onto with one of her tubes, as if that explained everything. Which, if she had really stopped to think about it, she might of realized that it really didn't explain much at all unless the person she was explaining it to had an idea of what her power could actually do.
"Cold blooded. Gotta keep warm."
Skydancer nodded, as if it was a regular occurrence people coming up to her and saying they were cold blooded. Nope, nothing strange there at all. "Have you always looked like that?" Nope, not rude at all and besides, even if it was rude how often was she really likely to have the opportunity to talk to another freak like her? They were alike, her and Dahlia, alike in the fact that they were both freaks; the kinds of mutants that everyone seemed to hate or fear or sometimes both. Surely that meant something, didn't it?
