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.
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Posted by Blake (Persi) on Oct 16, 2013 7:18:19 GMT -6
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Rich metal Aussie?
Well now Persi was imagining Cafas as a rock star. Metal star? Whatever. That might be kind of fun to draw, if he was sure Cafas wouldn't hit him for it. Maybe he could just write Aiden's quote on the page? If Cafas was still stealing Persi's sketchbooks anymore anyway. Persi wasn't sure if he was. Either way, he could put it in his best hidden sketchbook. Which was... um. In the hole in the back of the green couch? Probably. Assuming it hadn't changed color in the last few days.
...Okay, maybe that sketchbook shouldn't be quite that well hidden. It made things a little pointless if Persi couldn't find it either.
Anyway. Hiding the sketchbook and including the quote would probably be enough, one or the other, so back to the point. "He didn't do anything to you, and he wasn't going to. And anyway he only hit me." Much harder than Persi was used to, and there was that whole knocking him over thing, but it was still just hitting, and Cafas still didn't hate Aiden. Persi doubted any of the teachers did, with as much energy as Aiden put into sucking up to them. "Left what out for me to see?" The vague wave was less than helpful. For one thing, Persi didn't know what he was looking for, and for another, it was in the direction of Aiden's desk. Persi was not going near Aiden's desk, it would only give him something else to yell at Persi for. Aiden found enough of those without Persi's help already.
"Maybe for you." Persi wasn't entirely sure why Aiden would be immune to bullies just by virtue of not speaking to them. It certainly didn't work for Persi. He wasn't going to argue that point, though; it just wasn't worth it.
"Most people don't." Enough people, in fact, that Persi wasn't sure why Aiden felt the need to state that he wasn't suicidal. That was generally the default assumption for most people. "What does that have to do with ice?" Nothing, was Persi's guess. But then Aiden's brain didn't seem to be working well right now, so who knew.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Oct 16, 2013 6:08:52 GMT -6
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Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
"No, I'm going to act like I've done plenty of things. Most recently, been interrupted again by a brat who apparently can't ever keep his mouth shut."
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
"Also, that's really not very effective." Even while Persi was sitting, the brat was not tall enough to be intimidating. Not without a Kaitlyn-like mutation, anyway; she could be a three inch tall glittery fairy and she'd still be scary. The brat, however, was just a brat, not humanized TNT. And babbling on about... whatever it was he thought was going on, apparently. Persi didn't particularly care. "I don't have to. But if you keep annoying me every time you show up, yeah, I'm going to."
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
Brats: less than effective distractions, it turned out. Persi started humming Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, since he didn't particularly feel like singing in front of the brat.
Painting The World - June 9, 2012, with Sarah - Artist, meet Artist, meet Priest. (First meeting with Sarah.)
Trespassing - June 18 2012, with Skydancer - Blake, meet Skydancer. Skydancer, meet artistic nuisance. (First meeting with Skydancer.)
One Normal Day - July 28 2012, with Locke - Blake, draw Locke. Locke, bury Blake in the ground in retaliation. (First meeting with Locke.)
Crafting Colors - August 9 2012, with Celeste - Celeste meet Blake, Blake meet your new Goddess. (First meeting with Celeste.)
If You Don't Mind Me Asking... - October 19, 2012, with Clyde - Clyde has a question. Blake does mind you asking. (First meeting with Clyde.)
Just Like The Rest of Them - January 2, 2013, with Juka - Weird high school kid, meet weird high school kid. Secret mutant, meet secret mutant. Then ally in dislike of the normal people. (First meeting with Juka.)
Believably Blind - February 10 2013, solo - Riot Plot - Blake goes to class. The class discusses the attack on Gina. Blake does not want to be in class.
A Lesson In Kindness - March 6, 2013, with Paige the Psycho Spork - Blake tries to walk to the mall, and instead bumps into a fist. Paige needs a way to take out her frustration that does not involve random people on the street. (First meeting with Paige.)
Friendship for IDIOTS - March 7, 2013, with Andrea - Blake wants to draw the woman with snakes growing out of her head, because that's cool. Andrea shouldn't be hit on, because she's engaged. Misunderstandings may have occurred. (First meeting with Andrea.)
Everybody's Enemies - May 8, 2013, with Isabel, Sarah, Drew and Rupert - Blake was kicked out for being a mutant, and is therefore a little too busy to bother with why there are riots going on. Isabel doesn't care what some human kid is doing in the park, but she knows a stabbing opportunity when she sees one. Drew and Sarah object to this. Rupert objects to this, and also to having to work with one of those damn muties. Blake climbs a tree.
Persi, in the Mansion
Concept of Rommates: DENIED - May 8, 2013, with Aiden - Persi arrives at the Mansion, entirely gross looking and smelling. Aiden did not want a roommate like this. (First meeting with Aiden)
And Artistic Rescue - May 10, 2013, with Evelyn - Evelyn discovers a fellow artist (no longer bad smelling!) in the Mansion, and shows him where to find free art supplies. (First meeting with Evelyn)
Slowing Down - May 10 2013, with Andrea - Andrea has a nightmare, Persi has a memory. So they eat pancakes.
Very Cheerful, Newbie - May 12 2013, with Mirror - Mirror welcomes Persi to the Mansion, with glares and suspicion. And then amused sympathy, which Persi is suspicious of.
The Missing Link - May 14, 2013, with Cafas - Cafas discovers a new emo brat in the Mansion. He is not impressed. Neither is Persi, but that matters a bit less. (First meeting with Cafas.)
Settling In - May 14 2013, with Andrea - Persi needs clothes. Preferably ones that do not fall off around easily embarrassed gorgons.
Complaining About Rescues They Don't Like - May 15, 2013, with Kaitlyn - A bully doesn't like Persi. Kaitlyn doesn't like bullies. Kaitlyn can explode. Persi isn't sure if he likes being rescued by little girls. Then they chat, a hedge kidnaps Persi, and a trash can explodes. (first meeting with Kaitlyn.)
Welcome to Remedial Gym - May 17, 2013, with Cafas - Persi missed gym class. Cafas is going to fix this. The opportunity to punch the obnoxious brat is entirely coincidental. (Second meeting with Cafas.)
How 'bout dem apples? - May 18 2013, with Cara - Persi Is drawing, Cara is giving out apples. Drinks, discussion of charity, and awkwardness results. Also, the eating of apples.
Whoa - May 19 2013, with Jude - Jude wants a new phone. Getting the phone means winning a contest. A couples' singing contest. Sveta's missing, and Persi's neaby, so onto the stage Persi goes (and why is he going along with pretending to be the boyfriend of someone twice his age)?
Bad Second Impressions - May 20 2013, with Clyde - Clyde and Persi meet again. Their opinions of each other do not improve.
A Hero's Face - May 21 2013, with Aiden - Persi is insecure, so he draws on himself. Aiden wishes he wasn't stuck with such a weird roommate.
Lesson 3: Don't Piss Off Cafas - May 23, 2013, with Cafas and Aiden - Persi is hiding from his lessons. Aiden is dragged into finding him. Cafas decides Aiden gets to stick around. Then emotions happen, and pizza is a good idea.
Perspectives - May 27 2013, with Talon, Werecat and Evelyn - Talon and Werecat do not get along. Persi and Evelyn get caught in the middle. Does being part animal make adults immature?
Replacing Lost Bandaids With Stitches - June 16 2013, with Aiden - Aiden is sick, Persi is oblivious, they maybe don't hate each other as much as they thought. Once they stop arguing about the weather, anyway.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Oct 13, 2013 20:16:27 GMT -6
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Ashes, ashes we all--
...Well that was a distraction.
Persi blinked, looked up, and turned. It took another blink to figure out who the kid was. Or, once figured, the brat. "Do you have to bother me the second you walk into the room?"
--fall down.
Not that that response was going to do any good at all, but then the brat was apparently incapable of getting along with Persi anyway. So it didn't particularly matter what Persi said. Besides, the sooner he got the brat angry enough to leave, the sooner he could go back to drawing.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Oct 13, 2013 13:17:56 GMT -6
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Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
Persi was fairly sure by now that the way everything was constantly stuck in his head had something to do with whatever had happened with Isabel on his birthday. Ashes, ashes, we all fall down. The headaches might be blamed on it too, or they might just be because having something stuck in his head all the time was annoying, and being annoyed gave him headaches. Even if they'd never been as bad as these could get.
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
They seemed to be getting better, anyway; now whatever was stuck in Persi's head tended to just nudge his thoughts in general directions, instead of completely replacing them. Ashes, ashes, we all fall down. And the headaches... well, either they weren't as bad as often, or Persi was just getting used to them. He didn't really care which it was, as long as he could go near light again.
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
Of course, nudging his thoughts in directions wasn't necessarily that much of an improvement. At least not when the direction was a bad one. Like now. Ashes, ashes, we all fall down. Persi wasn't sure exactly where his thoughts would end up from ashes and falling (or he was trying very hard not to think about it, anyway), but it wasn't anywhere good. Ashes, ashes, we all fall down. The headaches were a more certain improvement; a few weeks ago he wouldn't have been able to sit in the living room and draw for more than ten minutes, and now he'd already been here half an hour.
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
Really though, that ashes thing had to stop. It had been going on for the last two days, and Persi was already on his seventh sketch of shading the entire page gray and then drawing with his eraser. He was also on his second eraser.
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
It wasn't stopping, though. Probably because willing it to stop was thinking about it. He'd tried distracting himself before though, in the last month, and all that ever seemed to work was replacing the stuck thought with another, stickier one.
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
Well, he might as well try. Persi started humming.
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
That accomplished nothing. Persi started singing instead.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Oct 12, 2013 16:45:04 GMT -6
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Persi had decided that he really didn't like his birthday this year.
Normally, that was the exact opposite of his conclusion. Normally birthdays meant having to deal with lots of annoying relatives and friends from church and school, but it also normally meant cake and presents and people actually paying positive (or, pretend-positive, anyway) attention to Persi and Irri for once. New art supplies especially were nice, and a lot of why Persi looked forward to it.
Except this year there wasn't anyone around that was socially obligated to pretend to care about Persi, and no Irri, so there weren't going to be any new art supplies, or anyone forced to be nice and pretend they liked Persi. Instead, Persi just got to be overwhelmingly conscious of the lack, and especially the lack of Irri and the fact that technically he didn't even know if Irri was alive. It was far too tempting to try sneaking back home to check on Irri now. He could probably just sneak into the area, right? If Irri was still there, there would be a birthday party, and so there would be cars and balloons and everything. Except... if there weren't cars... Persi would rather not know. Irri could have just been stubborn and refused a party, right? Or finally convinced their parents to let him have his birthday at a movie, since they'd only need to pay for him and not Persi this year? So even if there weren't cars that could be a good thing. And Persi didn't have to be recognizable; if he just cut his hair off no one would ever recognize him. Though that might make getting back into the Mansion difficult. And Irri would be able to recognize him, and that would be really bad if he did see Persi....
That was the possibility that managed to prevent Persi from trying to sneak back home over the next few days, but the idea still kept sitting in his head and tempting him. So he wasn't too inclined to question why Aiden wanted to visit a statue on that particular day, or at all. It was a semi-effective distraction, and that was all Persi cared about.
The statue, it turned out, was actually a much more effective distraction than expected. Mostly because it was much stranger than expected, but Persi had no objections to that. Instead he started circling the statue, trying to decide what angles to draw it from, and what to turn the drawings into.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Oct 12, 2013 11:05:34 GMT -6
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Well, that was very helpful. Jingle bells! Not really. Jingle bells! Persi turned to look at jingle all the cupboard, or at least the cupboards in the way! the general direction that Oh Aiden what fun had pointed. it is to ride, in a one-horse open sleigh!
Damn jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way!
Persi shook his head and tried to focus back on the cupboards. Oh what fun They were above the counter, which probably meant it would be is to ride at the top of the cupboard, in a place where he couldn't one-horse open sleigh! reach. Opening a few cupboards confirmed that, so Jingle bells, Persi climbed jingle bells, onto the counter, jingle set the sugar on all the way! the counter, and dropped back Oh what fun down to the floor. it is to ride in a one-horse
And then he noticed he was humming open sleigh! Jingle Bells. jingle bells He stopped in favor of shaking his head again, growling under his breath, and going to get a measuring cup. jingle all the way!
There wasn't, of course, a measuring cup for two cups, Oh what fun and he wasn't sure if the sugar was needed it is immediately, to ride so instead he grabbed in a clear one-horse with markings for four open sleigh! cups, set it next to the sugar and Jingle grabbed a spoon to start dumping it in. bells, jingle bells! That meant jingling all the way! leaning over so his chin was on his arm on the counter, Oh which was sort of what fun an awkward position it is especially while trying to get sugar out to ride of the box it was in a one- (why did people keep storing sugar and flour in boxes, anyway? The corners were such a pain) -horse open but it put his eyes sleigh! level with the two cup line, so it would Jingle be more accurate. bells, jingle bells!
He was humming again. Jingle all the way! Persi glared at the sugar, Oh what fun and did not pay enough it is to attention to notice ride in that his internal hiss a one-horse made it out loud too. "Shut up, jingle bells." open sleigh! Jingle bells, jingle bells....
Persi at least did manage to be aware of groaning and hitting his head on the edge of the counter.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Oct 11, 2013 19:46:30 GMT -6
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Jingle bells, Thinking jingle bells, had jingle been all the way! really difficult Oh what recently. fun Or at least, it is thinking to ride about in a anything one-horse o- related -pen to sleigh! reality had been. Jingle bells!
Persi had an entirely new level of Jingle bells! sympathy for the people he'd used his mutation on.
How had Jingle all the way! even gotten into his head Oh in the first place? what fun He hadn't heard it is, he'd just seen fudge and to ride in then that made him think of Christmas a one- and the fudge his grand- -horse open -mother made, and then sleigh! it had been there.
It Jingle had at least started bells, jingle bells, slowly enough that he'd managed to hear Aiden's jingle all offer, and the answer, way! though not to be particularly awkward Oh what about it. fun it is to ride, in a one-horse open sleigh!
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way!
And the random snowflakes were not helping.
Oh what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh!
Persi snapped out of the song at Aiden's question enough to try shaking it the rest of the way out. It didn't work, but talking gave him something to focus on other than the song. "Sure." Jingle bells! So did glancing around for the sugar. Jingle bells! "Uh... do you know where it is?" Jingle all the way!
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Sept 30, 2013 21:48:56 GMT -6
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Loud explosions were not an unusual event in the Mansion. At least, not so unusual that Persi was overly bothered by them.
Loud explosions apparently coming from his room were not so usual. At least, not so usual that Persi was entirely shocked when he got to the door (slightly faster than he otherwise would have), looked inside, and discovered....
...Well. He wasn't sure what. Aiden was collapsed next to a (now dented) wall (which was bad). A... red and orange peacock? Had Persi gone colorblind? was also collapsed, beside what appeared to be a ruptured fire extinguisher in the middle of the room. The rest of the room was covered in charred whatever had formerly been there, and foam that presumably came from the former fire extinguisher. Especially Persi's bed. Well, the piece...s... of matter that had been his bed. That was predictable, really. At least the walls were... mostly intact. The building was still standing, anyway. Even this section of it.
Persi blinked several times, looked around the room again, set the peacock that might cause colorblindness on Aiden, and began dragging the pair toward the infirmary. First, however, he paused to grab a (miraculously, mostly unharmed, since it had a hard cover) sketchbook. This was a scene that deserved to be preserved.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Aug 9, 2013 2:01:58 GMT -6
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Bi-weekly gym classes hadn't become any more tolerable as they got through more of them. Or semi-weekly, or whatever; Persi was aware that one of those was correct and the other wrong, but not which was which, nor did he care enough to learn. Anyway, whatever it was called, two months of lessons twice a week had not made the lessons any easier. Not for Persi, anyway, though he had begun putting a bit of effort into making them easier (or at least more amusing) for Cafas and Aiden, instead of trying to drag them both into misery with him. Not that it wasn't still tempting at times, seeing how skilled Cafas was and how quickly Aiden improved and how Persi perpetually didn't was incredibly frustrating, and at those times he shut up because Persi was aware enough to know that his sense of humor could be cruel when he was feeling hurt.
This wasn't one of those times, though. So far all they'd done today was attack air, which looked silly and awkward no matter who did it, so Persi didn't have any (immediate) examples of spectacular skill to compare himself to. So he was talking. "Maybe his face is on the ground." It was always possible, with mutants, even if what Persi was actually looking out for were rocks and tree roots.
It wasn't that he was trying to not put any effort in, it was just that keeping his head up to look at a face above him was weird and awkward and distracted him from everything else. He raised a hand to flip Cafas off over his shoulder; it wasn't like the pink guy was offended by it. If he was, Persi would've had a lot more broken fingers. As for Aiden's kicks... well, Persi couldn't see him either, but he didn't really need reality to interfere with his humor anyway. "So then," he had, in contrast to everything else, gotten much better at fitting words around breaths, "who gets to eat you?"
And since no one could see, Persi had no reason not to make a face at the reminder of water. Granted, the break was nice, but the water... there wasn't time to actually drink it, and most of the time it just ended up sitting in his stomach, sloshing and feeling weird and vaguely nauseous. His stomach just didn't seem to like anything recently; it was difficult enough to remember to make himself eat every meal, and even then he could never really eat enough to be a meal without his stomach threatening to make him sick if he ate any more. It was exceedingly annoying, but he hadn't found anything that his stomach wouldn't clamp around and start refusing any more food after five minutes. At least it normally relaxed by the next meal; there were occasional days, generally when Persi was already miserable, when his stomach turned at the idea of eating anything for the entire day. As if he needed more problems.
Anyway. Those days were rare, at least, and while water might make him feel bad, and his mouth taste like he was sick, he hadn't actually thrown up from it yet, so it was probably just his brain playing tricks on him or something. Really obnoxious tricks, but still just imaginary.
Kind of like that imaginary enemy Persi had forgotten to look at again. He would have sighed, if he'd had the breath left for it.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Aug 5, 2013 15:01:27 GMT -6
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"Well then why do you keep saying I have? I didn't do anything to your book!" Whether Aiden would have the slightest clue what Persi was referring to was not something Persi had considered, or really cared about. He was still offended by the accusation, so Aiden ought to remember it too. The heat comment... clearly Aiden wasn't even hearing him on that topic, so Persi didn't bother.
"People punch me anyway even if I don't say anything." Certain pink-haired teachers came to mine, though that psycho girl was the really outstanding one. "I'm not going to lie just because some people are jerks."
"If you want ice, then go get it." Persi was perfectly content to be useless, at least in this particular case.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Aug 5, 2013 14:33:08 GMT -6
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Evelyn? It took a moment for Persi to remember why that name was familiar, and then promptly try to shove the memory away again. "You can smell cold pizza? In the fridge?" He assumed it was in the fridge, anyway, being cold and all.
The voice that drifted down was recognizable as the over aggressive (and apparently insane) bird boy's, if a little distorted. "...Candy? Is he hallucinating?" Or just delusional, and really bad at metaphors? Either seemed equally likely.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Aug 5, 2013 0:48:50 GMT -6
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Persi squeaked when Jude grabbed him. Fake kiss fake kiss fake kiss! Another kiss didn't happen, though, fake or not, and Persi finally managed to start relaxing when Jude let go.
Of course, relaxing meant that Persi noticed the cameras and crowd and there were people looking at him. That led to him blushing again, but this time he was aware enough to notice it, which meant he was blushing more, and ended up trying to subtly hide behind Jude. It was a relief when the cameras and crowd started to disappear, and there was fairly quickly not much more attention on them. He wondered how long he'd been holding onto the phone's box and envelope.
"Er." It took a moment for Persi's mind to refocus and comprehend the question. "Not really. Maybe? Um, if there aren't people around?" There was a guy standing a ways away still watching them; Persi eyed him back. People needed to stop staring.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Aug 4, 2013 21:40:31 GMT -6
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"Because I'm right!" Persi wasn't quite yelling yet, but he was only a step below it. The sketchbook had been forgotten beside him. "Your sense of temperature is screwed up, not mine, it is not hot. Why do you always assume I'm lying?" Or just stupid and damaged, apparently, but Persi wasn't any more fond of that sentiment than the others. "There's nothing wrong with my brain!"
"It doesn't matter what I say, and I'm right." Which, apparently, made no difference whatsoever to Aiden, but that was really all that Persi had left, so he wasn't going to start lying just to make Aiden shut up. He couldn't be a good person, so he'd at least be a correct one.
Good brothers? What did Aiden know about good brothers? Clearly not enough, about brothers or reality, if he thought there could be good anything in a mutant school. "Good brothers don't exist here."
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Jul 25, 2013 21:07:21 GMT -6
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"Well you clearly can't tell when it's not, like right now." Persi didn't know why Aiden couldn't tell, but it was getting extremely annoying. Even if he couldn't tell, couldn't he at least believe Persi could? Persi wasn't the one with the messed up sense of temperature, so why was he expected to be wrong? "Just because you're oversensitive or something doesn't mean reality actually changed."
"I'm not going." He should, it was Aiden's room after all, not his. So Persi really ought to go when Aiden said to, if not necessarily to do exactly what he said. He didn't want to admit that, though, so he was just going to keep pretending he had the right to stay, instead of Aiden. "If you want to find someone, go find them. Or go get a bunch of ice cubes or something."
