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.
Since the woman seemed to know the way, the little goblin rushed to follow her footsteps closely. It was clear that her long legs gave her an advantage over the little creature that had to move his legs faster to avoid being left behind. Still that little exercise was a fair price for a free meal so Guglin observed silently at everything around them.
Considering he was walking very close to the humans, it was almost impossible for the little monster to see anything aside than their legs, so Guglin soon notice the big differences between these long legs and his shapely limbs. How could they walk with those things? Human’s legs were as long as his whole body, but that was not all, their pale limbs looked so fragile that it was difficult to understand how they did not break under the weight of their bodies. It was almost a miracle that they were standing...
While he was still contemplating these mysteries, they arrived to the kitchen and one by one they entered the large room. Gina was the first to enter the kitchen followed by Guglin, and she was also the first to break the silence. To her questions about eggs, ham and an exotic meal with sand Guglin replied silently by nodding energetically and smiling, while trying to remember and blend the flavors of each ingredient she mentioned. When the imaginary meal was created, she was already inspecting the deepest parts of that cold machine.
At the mention of chicken dipped in chocolate the little goblin centered his attention on Gina one more time, his ears pointed in her general direction while his yellow eyes fixed on her while he was still trying to find out if she was telling the truth. Did she say...? When he finished wondering if she was really going give him that delicate combination of flavors, the little monster raised his voice in a cry of triumph which also confirmed the daily menu. "Chocolate chicken!"
Guglin was so happy about the impending tasting that he did not even bother when the sick boy insisted on changing the subject. All he wanted to talk was that delicious combination but he still answered politely to his questions. To the first one, he replied with an accurate "Both." as he remembered his latest friend, Soot which also introduced him to Scora, lord of fire, but he also remembered his family. Her moose mother had a special place on his heart but there was also plenty of room for his slug father, his owl brother and his older brother with multiple eyes and ears. Unfortunately all of them were far away in the mountains, so in answer to his last question Guglin affirmed "On my own."
A slight sadness descended over his heart as he remembered his family and the mountains where he grew up, but fortunately another memory of his parents bring him back to reality. These two humans were being too nice to him for no particular reason and they did not seem to want to be separated from each other... exactly as his parents. The little monster tried to explore the idea quietly but curiosity soon grew so much that Guglin finally verbalized his suspicions. "You two married?"
Like every night, sunrise marked the end of his hunting game, inviting a very tired Guglin to move back to his burrow for the night. This time, the little goblin did it empty handed. Despite the physical and mental fatigue, sleep did not manage to approach the little monster whose stomach kept growling in protest for the lack of food. But finally after several long minutes of turning around in the tight space and pretending to not being hungry, Guglin achieved to fall into the arms of the god of sleep, Morpheus, the shaper of dreams which awarded him with a few hours of quietness. But of course at the instant he opened his eyes, his stomach started to growl again.
Unlike when he was under the protection of the night that made he felt safe and when he was able to move freely without any limitation, the day was full of dangers and problems he needed to solve creatively. To keep the sun away from his delicate skin, Guglin produced an enormous hooded shirt big enough to hide his body completely as if it were a tunic. The shirt was very dirty, stained with grass and dirt in many places so it also offered a simple camouflage as long as he stay within the limits of the small forest. The weapon of choice was his makeshift spear, nothing but a broomstick with a knife tied to the tip.
Since his movements were restricted by his armor of fabric, the little goblin moved with small and accurate steps to avoid tripping over his own robes, thus making the short trip to the closest road to last longer than he expected. That path of dirt was not be the best place to start looking for food since there were no humans nearby nor any metallic cart full of food which abounded in the most crowded path. When he was about to give up and look for another path, Guglin was lucky to spot a bright chocolate wrapper. After tripping several times by the haste, Guglin noted with sadness that what he thought to be a piece of chocolate was nothing more than a simple wrapper. Even so, he ate it.
After solving the case of the chocolate wrapper, he continued to advance with clumsy steps along the same path until he found a small trash can next to some benches. He left the lance there, resting on the wood tables of the benches and using these as platforms, the little goblin dived into the trash to look for something edible. To the untrained viewer, the trash can seemed to be spitting out most of its content but for anyone familiarized with secret wildlife of the park, that little game was routine. Hopefully, the hungry goblin would remember to put the trash back in place.
Although this time his request was much simpler and therefore much easier to execute, Guglin expected the young sorcerer to refuse as he did previously. But to his surprise the magician immediately accepted his challenge and put his hands inside the glass box. With that simple action his theory about a trap in the box collapsed, creating new doubts about the wizard´s morality that at the same time tilted the scales slightly towards goodness.
Driven by curiosity, the creature advanced a few steps toward the box to see more clearly the process. The world behind the glass looked almost the same without the glass in front of it, only now the creatures seemed to be more exposed to the dangers of a world many times larger than themselves. That concern for their sizes achieved to form a smile on his lips. If anyone knew that size did not matter, that was him. So these creatures sure knew how to defend themselves... if not for the paralyzing spell.
Even though his golden eyes did not want to miss a single moment of the process, Guglin forced them to concentrate on their surroundings. The first thing that their eyes looked for were the doors, they were not far from where he was standing, neither close... he could took advantage of that moment of inattention to reach the exit easily. But what will happen with the wizard and the creatures? The timing was perfect to escape, but still, Gug forced himself to remain there. The little creatures may need help from him so he stayed. Partly because of the immense curiosity he felt but also because the man was breaking the barrier of mistrust that he had created.
The pale of human hands soon removed one of his green brothers from the insides of the box, and carefully placed it on the surface where he had found the food. Forgetting the possible threat posed by the human, the little goblin moved with haste to the counter, where he stopped to stand on tiptoe to watch the petrified creature that looked a lot like him. "Her name?" Asked the goblin with a questioning glance directed at the magician. "My is Guglin." He said cheerfully to the mage and the statue, remembering too late that he should had presented himself much earlier. Sometimes he just forget certain social customs.
While waiting for the human to reply, Guglin extended his hand to touch the other creature. To his surprise his fingers encountered a very different surface that what he imagined that he could not fully identify. It felt quite strange. His mind imagined touching the warm skin of a living creature but his fingers retrieved completely different information. Unable to contain his curiosity about that strange material, the goblin asked again with its distinctive high-pitched voice. "Is stone?"
Even though he had already decided to share his toast with the human, delivering that delicious food was extremely difficult. On more than one occasion he felt like eating the other half but in the end Gug managed to control himself. The man had already admitted to want a piece. However, it was not his fault that the man wanted something he had given to him as a present, nor was his fault that that strange piece of bread was so peculiar, yet had such good taste. Still, Guglin obeyed his heart, putting aside his greedy stomach.
Once the toast was in his pale hands, the human began to observe the toast with an expression that could not mean anything but admiration. Pleased with himself for his good deed, Guglin followed with great attention every movement of the human, clearly waiting the ill boy to enjoy the meal as much as he did but the human continued watching the magnificence of the toast for a moment more and then asked a stupid question about its flavor that Guglin responded with a polite "Tasty."
After the tasting of that extraordinary delicacy that included a little surprise that the man could not help but show as if it were a trophy, he pointed again that the food from the kitchen was much better. Guglin´s always willing stomach immediately approved the proposal, but it was not until the reply reached his mind that the little goblin could verbalize their response. "Yes!" Cried the little creature with enthusiasm, then added "Gina cook me."
Although he did not know exactly where they were going, Guglin hastened to the door where the woman was waiting. Now that his attention was not focused on the toast but on the possible roasted rat that Gina would prepare, Guglin could worry again on the discussion he had ignored in favor of the small snack. He approached the woman with quick steps and once he was near her, he continued the conversation. "Never statue." He said with certainty, looking at his green skin as if that were the only evidence he needed to verify that claim. But when he tried to explain how he magically appeared in her arms, his memory failed to get a clear answer. Therefore, he tried to explain what he suspected. "Me changes places." But the explanation was not complete without a complicated word so he used one to explain his powers. "Suddenly." He pronounced that word as if it were a very difficult task, then smiled to himself, proud of his vast knowledge.
Although they were not talking a lot, Guglin already had his head full of questions and doubts about Scora, and although he could understand the main content of those complicated explanations, he still had much to learn ahead. So the little goblin continued listening carefully and looking forward to the reply from his teacher who was full of knowledge. If that knowledge was going to prove useful in the future, he did not know, but at least he could hear as a act of gratitude for the delicious food.
It was then that the man stood up without any reason, so Guglin began to consider the possibility of having offended him in some way... perhaps with his questions... but before he could continue to contemplate that possibility, he realized what he was doing with the dirt. He lit fires in the mountains and even in the park on cold nights, so he knew exactly what he was doing. Without taking off his eyes off the familiar process, Guglin continued watching and listening.
However, at the moment Guglin would stones or a stick, the human produced the same instrument he had used to summon the lances of fire. His eyes narrowed as he waited for the flare, but instead, the strange device created a small cloud that deposited onto the surface of the wood. It was then that his partner took another tool from his pocket, and lit the fire with ease. Even when he was expecting that, the goblin could not prevent a smile of satisfaction from forming on his fact. He never had seen anyone igniting fire so fast.
Although he was not cold, at the mention of properties of fire to get rid of it, he moved closely to feel the pleasurable warmth. Guglin advanced to position himself next to the human. While trying to think of a place so far away that he could not reach by walking, he let the fire comfort him. After nodding several times while processing all the information, it was time for questions. Without thinking too much, Guglin responded with one thing he see at a daily basis in the sky. "Clouds?" Even large buildings that abounded in the city remained under the clouds but despite he gave his reply with certainty, after a moment he began to doubt. "Sky." But that neither seem right, so he changed his answer one last time. "Stars." On some cloudless nights, the stars remained there, floating higher than all the birds.
Once he managed to direct his moral challenge to the wizard, his lips close tightly for the first time transforming his carefree smile into a thin line that lacked any expressivity but even when his expression was calm and quiet, his mind fought constantly with an ever growing nervousness. If the man´s reply was negative, it would be the end of the implicit truce and the beginning of a bloody battle. In order to avoid giving him any him of his fears and concerns, he stayed as still as a statue. The only things in his body that were not made of stone were his long ears that were always in motion while waiting the man´s reply.
Even when his reply was exactly was he was expecting he could not manage to make his muscles respond to the "bite his legs" command that filled his brain. There was something in his voice... some sort of discomfort that made Guglin doubt again. Was he an enemy or a friend? He was still trying to find the answer to that question when the man spoke again in the same sad tone.
The following sentences uttered by the wizard shrink his heart with sadness yet it also gave him hope. Apparently there was nothing to do for those petrified creatures and that was very sad but at the same time, the magician's confession meant something more that Guglin could not ignore. The magician was not as powerful as he said, so if he really was an enemy, the goblin had a chance to win.
After the long explanation, the man moved to the glass box pausing there for a moment to produce a small key that made the surface slide aside for Guglin to take a closer look at the tiny persons. Mesmerized by the priceless opportunity offered by the magician, Guglin took two steps toward the box, but before he could reach it, he stopped. Even after his little speech about his great goodness and his desire to help these small creatures, Guglin still had doubts about the intentions of that man. Maybe if he walked close enough... that box would suck him without mercy into that tiny, static world. So the little monster stepped back away from the box and the magician. "You first." The goblin said, inviting the stranger to put his hand into the glass prison.
The trip was canceled because my dad has a problem in the urethra. If he shows no improvement in a month with the pills, they will have to operate him.
When the sorcerer spoke again, the language he used changed from the incoherent noises to mimic the same dialect the little goblin used. Almost without realizing, Gug started to nod to the first affirmation of the human, quietly confirming his ability to communicate in the language of humans. Then, demonstrating an odd lack of interest in the language they talked, the man changed the subject to start talking about an exotic food that could damage the throat as if it were a dangerous hedgehog. If that goblin tongue was so difficult to eat, it was certainly delicious so Guglin wrote a mental note to a catch goblin later, if he could find one.
Then the man challenged him with a threatening step forward that Guglin replied with standing in the same place, otherwise he would have asserted his power and greatness. But where physical intimidation failed, his words caused an irrational fear that made the little goblin step back while repeating the name of his opponent. "Ackashey." Even when spoken by someone with no magical abilities, the power of that word melted over his tongue to make it awkwardly heavy. Maybe that was a simple curse to combat other wizards.
In his first encounter with a wizard, all ended well. Although the battle had begun with long tongues of fire devouring his skin, or at least trying, at the end they had managed to establish a long and peaceful conversation. Instead, on this occasion they had begun talking so the battle could begin at any time soon. The man closed his eyes but before Guglin could decide if that was a threat, he opened them again while giving him a genuine smile that made the goblin forget his tension.
Now undecided about the benevolence or evilness of the magician, the green creature remained still in a state of semi alert. His ears prickled again when he heard the wizard speak of his power while explaining its qualities. Guglin observed the human trying to discover who was behind that smile, but before he could find what he wanted, two objects materialized out of nowhere, bursting into what once had been empty. His amber eyes opened with astonishment as he stared these wonderful objects that the man put out of his reach.
Despite all his senses craved for the words, Guglin was strong enough to ignore these impulses and face reality. He was probably the magician that locked up all these creatures, so when he recovered some of his lost courage, Guglin interrupted the human. "If you friend." Pause to look at the box of glass. "Free them."
D´awww. Everyone knows Celeste´s bunker, so you should be able to go to the party if you want, Soot. You cant live in the AoS without hearing about her.
Ill boy stares at Guglin and repeated his name again. This time he did it even slower than before. But since that game was over, he just ignored him to focus on his next and most important task: to eat.
But just as Gug started to think he had gotten rid of the silly questions, the woman directed her words toward him once again to continue the difficult art of communication. Although he was still a little skeptical, he knew that humans did introductions all the time. On several occasions he had even heard them talking alone for hours with their tellphones glued to their ears, so Guglin knew very well their obsession with words. The little goblin stopped halfway to the delicious toast to listen more attentively as the woman tried to apologize for scaring him, which he would never admit had happened. Hunter pride. Then the woman said something very interesting that caught his attention so strongly that he was willing to talk. "Statue?" His head tilted slightly strengthening the question.
The idea was so stupid that soon he was smiling happily showing all his teeth. "Me no statue." The goblin said as he shook his head in negation. Once confirmed his status of "no statue" and just for fun, he observed his own skin that looked as green as always. In contrast, the woman's skin was as gray as if it were stone, a fact that amused the creature even more. "You gray statue." He said confidently as he pointed his index finger toward the woman. "Me green."
Taking advantage of the moment of silence created after the talk, Guglin moved toward the precious toast. It was then that he noticed the man walking toward him, commanding him to left the toast there. The goblin gave him a profound look of incomprehension that the man replied stretching his hand to steal the toast. Without wasting a single second, Guglin countered the attempted of robbery with a loud slap of his green hand to the pale human hand.
"Mine." The goblin said while jealously hiding the piece of bread away from the thief. But before he could put it in his mouth, the goblin deciphered the expression on his face. The man wanted the toast. Guglin stared at the toast, then at the man for a few seconds while trying to find out if the inanimate object was more important than that stranger. Finally he concluded that the human was more important... so very reluctantly he cut the toast in half. One half flew to his mouth where it was crushed under several teeth, the other half offered to the ill boy. "Me share." To prevent a possible denial, Guglin insisted one more time to dispel any doubt about his intention to share. "Eat."
The awe he felt for that miniature world soon became an extreme curiosity that filled his oval head with a thousand questions and his constant surveillance of that world did not give him any response, it just raised new questions. It was difficult to understand how they had managed to get into that box that seemed impenetrable, but more difficult to imagine how they could live in such confinement. A quick glance was enough for him to notice that there was no food down there, not even water. Without any support it did not seem possible for these people to live there but still, I had heard a voice coming from the other side of the glass so he ought to be wrong.
A not so far throaty sound put his ears on alert once again, causing them to move frantically in order to capture future sounds. It was then that he heard the strange chant. The first sound, wild and short that was almost like a growl soon gave way to new sounds, words in a language he had never heard before. Several disparate noises fused together to form what seemed words, separated by small silences. The speech was strange but clear.
While hearing those awful words his whole body tensed with anticipation, recalling the recent encounter with the magician in the big park. Guided by instinct, his hands descended to his waist, where his beloved sword rested. This time, his hands found nothing. The player for Scora had been simple and pronounced in the tongue of humans. Instead, that new spell not only was indecipherable but also extremely long. Whatever would happen, Guglin did not want to be in the receiving end.
Feeling the power of the spell closing around him, the little goblin ran along the extension of the glass, up to one of the corners where he could avoid a direct impact. But even when he could see through the glass clearly, he did not find any traces of the devastating curse that these complicated words had called. Relieved but still slightly confused by the non dramatic demonstration of magic, the little goblin turned on his heels looking for the voice. It was then, and only then that he discovered the man that was watching him. The stranger looked extremely harmless but if that strange spell had come from him, Gug needed to deal with him quickly. Sadly, he could not just tear up his throat without really knowing if he was the sorceress... so again, he raised his voice, addressing the only person in the room. "You wizard?"
The fierce battle of glances seized the will of all the presents, taking the ability to move away from them. The contestants were frozen in a silent demonstration of power, waiting for a jury to give its verdict. Even when he was very fierce, Guglin voted for the group formed by the man and his dogs. They were very intimidating. She could have won the first prize if not for her ever present smile and kind words. Of course that was her tactic to catch him but still that smile made her less intimidating unlike the goblin that was calm but showed his teeth with a mischievous smile.
Contrary to what Guglin expected, she was the first to break the short silence with a greeting. As if the audacity of the woman had given him courage, the man tried to follow her example, failing to become a crude imitation of a gorilla. The small green creature watched with amusement as the man put his hands to his chest, making a movement that Gug had seen many times in the past.
As the first noises came out of his mouth, Guglin moved his long ears in unison to capture and decipher the names of the humans that were very strange. When he received the last one, he could not avoid another amused smile. If there was something funny about meeting humans, was the fact they always liked to start an absurd contest to see who could speak slower. Bored by the lack of action from that verbal game, Guglin always let them win. Was there something about him that said he enjoyed that kind of boring games?
Then the long, pale man's finger aimed at him, demanding his identity. Guglin easily answered the question, breaking that stupid string of slow words he hated so much. "Guglin." Once he pronounced his own name in his peculiar high-pitched voice, the little monster raised his right hand to greet the group. He first looked at the woman and moving his hand from side to side, he pronounced her name. "Hi Gena." Then he stared at the man, repeating the process. "Hi ill boy."
Although that boring exchange of words seemed to be good for nothing but to annoy him, Guglin knew very well how things were with humans. He needed to earn his food with words and knowledge, and then eat. So, once the words were said, he advanced firmly toward the toast, without giving a second glance at the strawberry.
The man produced so many words that it was really hard for him to follow. Guglin did not know some of these word, while with others he was unsure of their meaning, so the little goblin remained as still as possible, using all his willpower to concentrate on the meaning of all that talk. At times the many sounds that came out of his mouth seemed to be simple grunts, transformed into mere noise for its lack of attention and lack of practice with the language but fortunately he could grasp the general meaning of the speech.
One of the things that caught his attention was the event that the man called "cycle", which for him was nothing more than life. Guglin loved all creatures equally, moving or static, large or small, but that did not prevent him from ending those lives if that would keep him alive. So he understood perfectly what his new friend was referring with that circle of life and death. Of course there was violence in his life too, but never hate for the creatures that died to give him life. Since he was proud of being able to understand that portion of information he nodded happily.
The human´s ideas soon mingled with the concept of fire, granting it a sacred status and increasing the respect he felt for that tool. He had used fire to cook on rare occasions, and some few times for warm at cold nights but he always did it with great fear. The fire was too wild to be tamed, and it was capable of devour everything with ease. Especially the nature around it. So... why someone so good as Scora would use something that destructive? After analyzing the question, and when he did not find an answer, he tried to verbalize his concerns. "Why fire?" He asked, cocking his head slightly. "Fire burns." Continued the small creature, describing with those two words all the accidental destruction he had witnessed in the nearest town to his mountains. If there was a force more powerful than fire, Guglin did not know it.
While he was remembering the blue flames produced by the townspeople in their caves of cement, his brain produced another question. "Where be Scora?" Despite having seen and lit fires on his own, or have been burned several times, he never seen the creature that was supposed to be the owner of fires and forges.
The quiet observation of that diabolical dog did not provide him with any useful hint on how to get away from there. Still, that boring task was totally necessary for him to understand his enemy even when he had no way to fight back since he was restricted by the small gap between the floor and the couch. Aside from all those limitations, the cave was a good place to defend with claws and teeth. He knew it would be easy to fend off the humans from that uncomfortable position, but the dogs added a whole new threat to the battle.
Although different from all the animals he had met, the dogs had all the characteristics of standard breed. It had a muzzle, two eyes, two ears, four legs, and even a tail. It could have passed for a common animal but for the glowing red eyes that reminded him of hellfire. Aside from these fiery jewels there was something more subtle in these creatures, something that took him more time to find out... the animal was still. Completely still. It chest did not move, not even to breathe. That strange property to remain as still as a statue was what finally managed to convince him that the dog would not move, so he finally let out a long sigh of relief to release all the accumulated tension.
Curiosity finally won over common sense. So he awkwardly moved his hand to reach the dog's nose where his four fingers closed with no reaction from the animal. A second later his friendly grip dissolved into a caress that descended down its neck. The animal never moved. That behavior not only left him perplexed, but also confirmed his suspicion that the hellhound was not going to attack him, so that gave him freedom to concentrate in other matters.
His golden eyes pierced the shadows accumulated under the couch, casting his gaze to the well-lit door where the human couple waited anxiously for his return. Of course, Guglin knew very well what kind of welcome they had for him, so he remained in the same place not only because he sensed danger outside but for an obvious lack of space to move freely.
When the man disappeared, Guglin crawled with difficulty receiving hits from the couch and floor alike. If he wanted to escape, that was the perfect time. Or so he thought because when he arrived to the edge he saw the evil dogs guarding the only door. He never noticed when his silent watcher moved to the same place as his brother. If he were to run in that direction, one or both of the dogs could catch him and tear his green limbs... that if he came out from under the couch on time. Contemplating the few chances he had to successfully escape, he soon hid under the couch again where he felt safer.
That was when the man returned from somewhere with his hands full of foodstuffs. His weak sense of smell did not give him much information aside from the fact that these things were in fact food, and in consequence edible. So he quickly changed his focus to one of his stronger senses, his sight. His golden eyes gave him enough information to make him drool over the dusty floor, there where cookies with chocolate pebbles, along with another cookie like thing with a strange sauce that looked disgusting but tasty at the same time. Of course, he recognized the fruit, but these were not his favorite.
With great caution, the little green monster approached the edge of the couch again, moving his body away from the center of the cave as much as he dared but without leaving the protection of the sofa. Once there, he extended his green arm in an attempt to reach the cookie... but it was far away. After crawling a few inches toward the outside world, he tried again with the same result. Then he moved once again and again until he realized he had crawled outside his cave, it was then that his hand reached the cookie that was thrown mercilessly into his mouth where multiple razor-sharp teeth destroyed it. A few bites later, the cookie passed away. Once he finished the small cookie, he found himself lying on the floor with no protection at his back so he stoop up as tall as he was, trying to look ferocious.
