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 Amp/Vibe on Sept 3, 2008 13:37:18 GMT -6
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Thumps and bumps sounded against the wall, accompanied by groans and moans, persistent enough to wake Mr. Jacob and Mrs. Beatrice MacDowell. Beatrice mumbled grumpily as her husband began banging on the wall shared by the two apartments.
”Keep it down over there!”
Something crashed next door, as if something had fallen over in the direction of the bathroom. Jacob banged again. Beatrice rolled over and retrieved a pair of earplugs from the nightstand.
”Oh, just ignore them, Honey.”
“Hormone-crazed kids. What happened to the days when they did that mess in the hotels?” he grumbled, as he accepted another pair of earplugs.
”That’s nice, Dear.” Beatrice couldn’t hear anything anymore, not even the sound of running water nearly half an hour later.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Sept 3, 2008 13:36:27 GMT -6
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(OOC: Amp's FP intro, broken into smaller posts so its not so long.)
Flies.
Flies were the bane of the earth. At least one of them, anyway. They buzzed around mindlessly, their only aims in life to annoy, feed their sweet tooth, and make more flies. You swatted at them, shooed them away, even hit them. But they didn’t get the point. They kept right on their dull, meaningless way.
Men. Men were like flies. Especially human men. Their ‘sweet-tooth’ may have been more varied than a fly’s, but they were just as annoying and mindless. The didn’t know how to take a hint when to buzz off. They couldn’t even comprehend the obvious ‘swat’, in the form of two little letters: N. O. Couldn’t get much clearer than that.
Flies. Men. Both mindless. Both clueless. Both pests. And both seemingly in endless supply.
”Hey there, Red. Imagine seeing you here again.”
Take this pest for instance. Four nights at the same bar. Four nights approaching the same lone redhead at the edge of the club. Four nights of the same corny pickup lines. And four nights of the same, two-letter reply to said pickup lines. Yet here he was, on Night Five, single-minded, clueless, annoying. Same as always. Granted he was dressed better than most of the others, in classy black, silk polo and sharply pressed trousers combo. And he sported enough gold to restock Fort Knox. But he still didn’t seem to get the point of the word ‘no’. So.... definitely a pest.
And sometimes, there was only one way to deal with pests.
Amp smiled over the lip of her martini. ”My, you’re a persistent one. Donnovan, was it?”
Donnovan.flashed a perfect smile. ”You must be persistent to get what you want.”
”We can’t always have what we want.”
”Maybe. But I tend to be a sore loser.”
Amp’s eyelids drooped slightly, and her voice took on a sultry timbre. ”Well, we can’t have you a sore loser, now can we?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Sept 1, 2008 19:50:08 GMT -6
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”Watch it!” Amp growled in irritation as one of the ravers bumped into her. The short girl seemed lost in a daze, so the redhead simply rolled her eyes and continued on by. Honestly, some people could be so rude.
The Twins were nearly back to the door, when someone else bumped them. Amp glared again, but then stopped. Ignoring the body slammer, she craned her neck to look again. She thought she’d seen a familiar figure by the bar, but now there were so many people in the way, she couldn’t be sure.
She shook her head. <“Don’t be silly,” she thought. <“Why would Grit be in a place like this.”> She pushed the thought aside, and hurried after her sister.
A short ‘song’ from Vibe convinced the two gorillas at the door that they’d never seen the petite pair leave the area, leaving the two to slip into the dark. With the longer-haired girl masking any and all noise, they made their way through the shadows to the second warehouse, where the actual racers waited impatiently for the race to begin. They skulked to the open bay door, and Amp placed a hand on the frame. She sent several rapid-fire, supersonic pulses into the warehouse. Like echolocation used by bats, the pulses remained out of normal human hearing range, but painted a perfect picture of the inside for the redhead.
”Fifteen of them, mostly cycles.” Her eyes narrowed in concentration. ”There’s a single driver near the back. A man, four-seater, this side. Probably one of the last ones out. He’ll do. Be ready to move fast.”
Vibe nodded.
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After what seemed like an eternity, the girls sensed accelerated vibrations coming from within. The race was about to start. They flattened themselves against the wall, blending in with the shadows, and Amp sent out a constant flow of pulses to keep track of their target. As expected, he was one of the last three out. The instant Amp sensed him come within hearing range, Vibe sent her hypnotic melody through the air, and her sister directed it to his ears alone. The man, a youth close to their age, with long black hair, pulled back in a braid, looked Native American in ethnicity. He froze upon hearing the song, and hit the brakes. Letting the other two drivers slide by, Vibe and Amp quickly slipped over and into the car, masking the sound of the door closing.
”Keep going to the starting line,” Amp ordered. ”You will race, just like all of the others. But you will stay close behind them. You will pass no one, unless we say so. Got it?” The youth nodded and obeyed, and the diminutive duo hunched out of immediate sight.
The hum and revs of impatient racers flowed into the girls like a river. Amp’s green eyes practically glowed in anticipation.
”You think this will work?” Vibe asked. Her eyes matched her sister’s, as well as the smirk that bode nothing but misery for the rest of the racers.
”Even if it doesn’t, we’re only out a hundred.” A small price to pay for what was shaping up to be the ultimate thrill ride.
There was no announcement. No ‘On your mark, get set, go.’ Not even a buzzer or gunshot. Simply a building vibration, as if all of the vehicles had merged into one enormous, growling monster. Then.....
The girls squealed a bit as the sudden jolt threw them against the seat. The instant they were away, the pair rose from the floor.
>There he is!< Vibe pointed as their event escort, and the object of their gamble, made a rather admirable dash on his bike with the front leaders.
”Keep up with that rider,” Amp ordered their driver. "Don’t get too close, but keep him in sight.” He obeyed, and the chase was on. Now the only thing left to decide was who to attack first?
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Aug 30, 2008 16:38:15 GMT -6
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Not many people seemed to frequent the Sanctuary Pool. Lately most of the resident mutant population, at least the men anyway, seemed intent on increasing the physical aspects of their mutations. At least, that's how Amp viewed it. Not that it mattered much, because while they wiled away the hours comparing muscle size and mutation strength in the Gym, it left the pool area blissfully empty.
After changing into deep green board shorts and a tankini top, Amp wasted no time diving into the clear waters. Her momentum carried her nearly seven feet down, after which she power kicked back to the surface. She took a deep breath, then dove back toward the bottom. It took two more repeats to reach the bottom of the sixteen-foot deep structure. After her final surface break she floated on her her back for a few, pulling in deep lungfuls of oxygen. Once her breathing stabilized, she turned over and proceed to start laps, back and forth across the pool's length.
Meanwhile, Vibe lounged on the side of the pool, in a black tankini with a gold coverup wrap. An ipod with earbuds lay on the table next to her. A faint melody could be heard above her sister's splashing, while the longer-haired twin's feet tapped out the mellow beat on the concrete. Her green eyes cast over words written on a notepad supported by her knees. A thoughtful frown crossed her face, and she mumbled around the watermelon Blowpop stuck in her mouth.
Watching the wind caress the trees Skimming gently ‘cross a restless river I see a sparkle on the breeze A flash of color, silent wings that hover Not a worry, n’er a heartbreak, not a single tear to cry, What I wouldn’t give to be that carefree dragonfly
Dragonfly, save me from this pain My tears just won’t stop fallin’, drownin’ out the rain Dragonfly, can’t you feel this ache? Don’t know how much more, don’t know how much more I can take
I wanna be a dragonfly No heart to break, no tears to cry I wanna be a dragonfly No heart to break, no tears to cry
"What are you doing?"
>Writing,< Vibe replied silently, without looking up. Amp, balanced on the lip of the pool, snorted.
"Writing. Since when do you write?"
Vibe glanced up, holding her sister's gaze for a brief moment, then returned to her notes. >Why d'you care?<
Amp rolled her eyes. "Please don't tell me you're going all scholarly on me."
Vibe pulled the sucker out of her mouth and pegged her sister with an annoyed glare. "Oh please, don't insult me," she spoke aloud. "I'm just messing with some lyrics."
"Lyrics? Aww, how sweet! Baby Sister writing a love poem for someone? That's so cute!" Amp batted her eyes mockingly, and Vibe rolled her eyes.
"If I was, you'd be the last one to know. And you're only older by half a second."
"You wish. You know you can't hide anything from me. Baby Sister." With a laugh, the shorter-haired twin pushed off into the water again, and started a second round of laps. Vibe rolled her eyes, stuck the candy back in her mouth, and returned to ignoring her sister.
(OOC: Background of Vibe's lyrics can be found here.)
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Aug 26, 2008 21:19:23 GMT -6
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Amp and Vibe have a free thread for anyone looking for a fight. Or I can do 2 threads if you want to rp with them separately, though that won't be much of a fight, since they need each other.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Aug 26, 2008 21:17:11 GMT -6
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Maybe its silly on my part, but I've always been fond of the Mob Family type scenario. Not necessarily a 'Mutant City' like Shade mentioned, but owning the people in the city. You know, the whole 'we'll protect you if you pay or do us favors, but if not..... *threat dangles*' So it would be like the Order owns the town, as opposed to running it.
And fyi, Vibe won't be part of the Order anymore. She'll be going independant, maybe even living in the Antarctic mutant city. Not 'good' necessarily, but not bad either.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Aug 22, 2008 17:45:21 GMT -6
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Amp chuckled. Even without her hearing, she could all but feel the fox kit's stomach growling. She wouldn't put it past Ruby to start gnawing the furniture if the food didn't come soon.
As for Vibe, Amp could sense that her sister's footsteps had stopped.
Several minutes later Marie reentered holding a large brown bag. The smell of fried chicken wafted through the air.
"Twenty-nine thirty-two," the restaurant owner announced. Amp rolled her eyes.
"Can you say rip-off much?"
"You want food? I want money. We both happy." The oriental woman snickered at her own joke.
"Oh, quit gripping at the woman, Amp." Vibe swept back into the eatery, a smug smirk plastered on her lips. "She does have a business to run, after all." She placed two twenty dollar bills on the counter. "Thank for the inconvenience, Marie," Vibe crooned sweetly, picked up the bag, and took it to the table. She set the food beside Ruby, then handed her sister a small fold of bills.
"Eat up, Squirt. Then we'll hit the mall and get you some new threads."
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Aug 19, 2008 21:08:53 GMT -6
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A virtual tsunami of sensory indulgement engulfed the Sonic Sisters as they entered the racing 'lounge'. According to their ride, the Brood Races offered the stereotypical hope of fame and fortune to its winners. However, it also appeared that for those not interested in the two 'F's', plenty of other options reared up to take their place. To judge from the current gathering, most of those options lacked in the morality department.
Vibe and Amp followed their host to the bar first, accepting their shockingly colored drinks, on the house. Naturally neither of them had any intention of consumption in this place; despite their demeanor, they were not that foolish. But putting on a show came easily enough, and they both giggled coyly as they were escorted to the betting booths.
"So, Ladies, what can I interest you in this evening?" Mikey looked every bit as trustworthy as a shark dressed in a tuxedo; Vibe swore his teeth were pointed. "We have some very skilled drivers tonight. Do you have a particular interest? Perhaps that young man you rode in with?"
"Hardly," Amp snorted. "If he makes it to the finish line, I'll be surprised."
"Interesting. You know, we don't usually deal in reverse wagers since, naturally....."
"There can only be one winner, but umpteen losers," Amp finished his sentence, matching the man's oil-slick tone of voice. "Naturally," Mikey grinned.
"I suppose if you were to give me a finishing number, I.... might be persuaded to reconsider."
Amp brought her drink to her mouth, tilting the liquid tantalizingly close to her lips, and held his gaze over the glass rim. A soft melody reached his ears, hidden from the rest of the room by the general din overhead, but heard quite clearly in the bookie's ears. His eyes glazed over, and his grin faded. Amp smiled.
"Sounds like a plan, Mikey dear. We'll even make it simple for ya. Hundred to one." She set the glass down and opened her clutch, pulling out two fifty dollar bills. "How much money do you see there Mikey?"
"One hundred dollars," came the monotone reply. Amp shook her head.
"No, no. Mikey, you really should get your eyes checked. This is one thousand dollars. It is, isn't it?"
"It is one thousand dollars."
"Very good. Now, take that money and put it with the rest of your funds." He complied dully. "Good! Now, write down this bet, with all of your others. Amp and Vibe, one hundred to one odds, one thousand down, on Dil Landers being the tenth one to be knocked out of the race. Ya got all that?"
"Yes."
Amp leaned back, smug satisfaction written all over her pale features. "Good boy Mikey. Now go get us another drink."
Obediently the bookie stood and turned around. In that instant the Twins swiftly stood and disappeared into the raving crowd, headed for the door. Behind them they left a confused gambling shark wondering where his prey had gone, not realizing he'd been hooked instead.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Aug 13, 2008 19:44:46 GMT -6
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As expected, the door guards blocked the Twins' way before they could enter the building. As one the petite pair placed their hands on their hips and shifted weight to one foot.
"Hello? There's already one door there. Ya don't need three." Vibe glared in annoyance.
"No kids allowed," one of the men replied bluntly and dully. Amp blinked.
"And your point is....?"
"No kids allowed."
Vibe looked at Clone Number Two. "Do us all a favor. If you don't have anything useful to add, don't talk. Now move it."
Behind them, 'Mikey' watched in amusement.
"No kids allowed," Clone Number One continued to repeat. This time the Twins walked forward, until they each stood directly in front of one of the men. Their twin grins held less warmth than a glacier.
"Do us a favor, Tall Dark and Dense. Say that one more time."
Clone Number Two did the smart thing; he rolled his eyes and looked away. Clone Number One? Not so bright.
"No ki-"
Even if the girls had given him a chance to finish, he wouldn't have heard himself talk. The most he even heard of the attack was a momentary shrillness, kind of like the feedback on the microphone, and a loud POP!! After that, pain effectively became the focus of his concentration. Clone Number Two paled at his companion's scream, and dodged sideways as he fell to the ground, hands clutching his ears. In the dark it was hard to tell the color of the liquid seeping through his fingers.
The Twins' turned their frigid smiles on the standing guard.
"Now then, for you information, we're not kids." Amp fished in her clutch and pulled out an ID, probably one of the few valid ones on property. She held it up, but out of his reach. "Next time you assume someone petite is a kid-"
"-be sure you know who you're dealing with." Vibe finished the sentance, and took the ID in her own hand. "So, who is this 'Mikey' who handles the green."
"That would be me." Mikey stepped away from his perch. A smile reminiscent of Oppressor pulled at his lips. "How can I help you? Ladies."
Vibe flipped her hair over her shoulder. "That's better. We were told you handle the odds for this little get together."
"Indeed I do. Please, right this way." He motioned with his arm toward the rave inside. "Care for a drink, ladies?"
"He wishes." Amp's comment carried to Vibe's ears, but no further. The longer-haired girl's grin widened.
"Why thank you." The swept gracefully in ahead of him.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Aug 11, 2008 22:09:53 GMT -6
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>So this is the Booby Race.<
"Brood Race, dumbell."
>Whatever.< Vibe wrinkled her nose as the smell of numerous sweaty bodies wafted in their direction. >Ugh! Oughtta call it the BO Race. Don't these people know what soap is?<
Amp rolled her eyes, and continued moving through the gathering crowd.
What had begun as a night out on the town for the girls, lead to an overheard conversation about a hush-hush event, one that promised both money and chaos. Having struck two major chords with the copperheaded pair, it didn't take much sweet-talking on Vibe's part to get themselves 'invited'. She barely even had to use her charms to grab one of the guy's interest, and a gentle nudge with her hypno-song had sealed the deal.
Thus the girls found themselves mingling with this brood of machine-frenzied fanatics. An undercurrent of both excitement and dread permeated the atmosphere, and air that Amp found herself enjoying much more than her sister. To her it felt like a silken cord, stretched so tightly and held so taunt, that at any moment it could snap, taking her along for the ride.
Vibe, meanwhile, had other interests. She coyly took the arm of the youth who'd brought them. She seemed oblivious to the seedy, unkempt nature of his appearance, though quite the opposite held true.
"So, Dil, who do we see about the odds on this little game? Hmm?" Her smile dripped innocence, as did her tone.
"That'd be Mikey. Over there." Her attention was pointed toward the doorway of a building, where a man dressed in a black business suit stood, flanked by two die-cast bodyguards.
>Typical,< she thought to herself.
"Of course, you know who to bet on, don't you, Sugar?" The boy bent towards Vibe, sending a trail of stale, and cheap, cologne her way. Her eyes took on an impish glint. She leaned in really close to him, as if to kiss him.
"Why, of course I do," she replied softly. Just before he could make contact, she slipped from under his grasp, easily turned and walked away, leaving the kid struggling to keep his balance. Ultimately, he failed, and face-planted in the street.
Amp fell into step beside her sister as they approached 'Mikey'.
"Pig," she remarked softly. Vibe scoffed.
"You're just jealous I didn't have to hypnotize him."
"Hardly. That just makes him a sucker on top of it."
Amp seemed to be enjoying Ruby's antics, while Vibe began glancing out the window. She was still smiling, but seemed to be waiting for somebody.
"When is it gonna be ready?"
Vibe turned back. "Take it easy, Squirt. Don't those xdweebs feed you at that Mansion?" she teased, then turned back to her searching.
The smell of frying food began to waft through the air. Pans clanked and clattered, and the couple's conversation raised in pitch and rapidness.
"Not long now," Amp remarked.
"Be right back," Vibe announced suddenly, and rose from the table. Her smile had taken on a subtly different air. She gracefully breezed out the door. Just before passing out of sight of the window, she reached out and took the arm of a smartly dressed man. He turned just enough to show the surprise on his face, before the couple disappeared from sight.
"So, Squirt, how much can you actually hear out of those things?" Amp reached out to tickle the end of one of Ruby's big ears.
Vibe started to laugh when Ruby sneezed, but the giggle quickly turned to a surprised squeak when an overhead light fritzed and shattered. Ruby's ears flattened.
"Yep, Im a spark shooter, whether I want to or not."
Vibe shook her head. "Just.... try not to sneeze again. I don't want to have to wash glass outta my hair tonight."
"People are coming back but not in droves. But they will come, places like the mansion and the sanctuary are like beacons of hope for mutants so it would be hard to ignore them. Its a happy feeling someone gets from being around people like them that keeps people coming back."
"Yeah, we're hard to ignore all right." A small, and not entirely innocent, smile played on Amp's lips. Given Syn's recent plans, ignoring mutants would soon be a thing of the past.
But she said nothing, and as they approached the restaurant, her smile took on a more normal cheeriness.
They entered the currently empty restaurant. "Marie! Jon!" Amp called out. Vibe remained silent, since the owners knew she was mute, and she didn't feel like explaining her new 'voice'.
A woman in her forties peered out from the kitchen. She glared at the girls.
"No pets! They shed!"
Vibe stuck her tongue out at the woman, who returned the motion and crossed her eyes.
"Maybe not, but that 'pet' is a paying customer. Need two orders of Chicken Stir Fry, and two of Spring Rolls."
"Bah! Not supposed to feed animals fried food. Bad for heart. Jon! Two Chick Stir fry and two Spring Roll. Hurry up man! I not paying for you to laze around!"
A string of chattered replies followed in an oriental language, to which Marie replied in turn. The girls snickered, and took a seat nearby. Vibe set Ruby on one of the chairs while they waited.
Amp returned both Packmaster's and Gore's dirty look with a devilish smirk. Their reactions to such a mild attack unconsciously satisfied her to an usual extent. After being deprived of sound for so long, she was more than ready to use it to her advantage again, and to take it to a new level.
With that little diversion taken care of, the girls returned their full attention to Syn. The young woman's announcement elicited a classic twin reaction from the petite redheads.
" "Fort Knox??" " Amp and Vibe chorused, then shared a double-take.
Their amazed outburst mingled with those of the newer members of the group. Noting this, Amp schooled herself to a show of indifference. Vibe, on the other hand, let her jaw drop.
"You're serious?" the longer-haired twin asked, then clarified, "Not that I don't doubt we could do it. But why? That gold won't do us much good if we can't covert it to cash." However, her eyes did began to almost glow thinking about that much cash flow.
Then Syn explained the actual plan, and that Fort Knox was merely a distraction. The girls again fell to attentive silence. Until Syn mentioned the real plan.
" "Haywire??!" "
This time even Amp couldn't keep the astonishment off of her face. They remembered having to fight that crazy wolfgirl from the Mansion, when she was hyped up on Haywire serum. And they'd seen the videos of the other test subjects in that project. However, their reactions revealed a slight shift in their usual cohesiveness.
A smirk made its way across Amp's features. She really could care less about 'ruling the world'. Of course the humans needed to be put down in their rightful place as servants to mutants, but she really didn't care much about being 'in charge'. Revenge, on the other hand, appealed to her the most. All of the pain, grief, heartache and humiliation she'd experienced because of Registration; she have the chance to return it hundredfold, without hardly lifting a finger. Now that was worth fighting for.
Vibe picked up on the animosity practically radiating from her sister, and in turn shrunk away a bit. She thought over the numerous refugees she'd come across in the Labs, and the variety of their mutations. She imagined the ramifications of even a fraction of them reacting to Haywire. Sure most mutants needed a dose of reality to show them that they were the new, superior species in the world. But what if they all went Haywire at once? Would there be anything, or anyone left to rule?
"How soon will it be ready?" Vibe asked casually, feigning indifference.
Amp flinched slightly at the look Syn pegged her with, and her smile faltered. Syn's reputation aside, the petite redhead had begun to develop a mild case of separation anxiety as a result of being cooped up in the Camps. Now that she was back home with her fellow mutants, she didn't want to jeopardize her status in the Order, nor risk being thrown out. Not for a human, even if he was a cut above the majority.
She held her breath for a moment....
"Very well, you may call him in. Let me know when he's arrived."
.... and let it out in relief. Her usual confident smirk reemerged, and she nodded quickly. "Will do. Thank you. Sorry to bug you."
Her She backed away, and retreated down the hall. Halfway down, she turned back and called, "Killer outfit, by the way!" Then she continued her rush back to her room.
