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.
It was quite obvious that Fade didn't quite understand the ins and outs of dancing. She had never been to a dance or never even danced with anyone. Any other kind of dancing was the ones from the music videos and she dared only do that kind of dancing in private. Fade had put her hands where they would go if she were eight dancing with her daddy who had picked her up because she couldn't reach. Sam took the liberty of repositioning himself, waiting for her to follow. With another supressed blush, she took his hand andn looked to the one still on his shoulder. Where was that bugger supposed to go?
"Um....so where do I put this one?" she said, wiggling her thumb on his shoulder so he knew exactly which hand she was talking about. Though he should be able to piece it together. How would a woman dance? They usually followed the men, right? Or was that in the Tangle? Tango? Mango? Mangled Tango?! Dances... they were not Fade's forte. "Where did you learn?" she asked, pinning him for a secret ballroom dancer. Somehow she couldn't see Sam having the secret ability to break dance, though that would be the coolest suprise in the world! (maybe not the world)
The lights dimmed down, which was the best alternative to Fade's blushing. Now that the lights were down, it was a bit harder to see that she had pink cheeks. Though if Sam was a great temperature meter mutant, he could sense all the heat in the redhead's face, though she really hoped just the lights dimming would be enough. With the lights dimmed down so much, it made her feel more comfortable, like being visibly invisible, it hid any flaws she was worried about and almost made everyone glow. It was like a dance of the fireflies and it just so happened to fill that empty space reserved for a girl's first dance in her emotional scrapbook of memories. Tonight was fun and she was beginning to relax.
The ladies struggled to get everything up the stairs, which overwhelmed the redheaded mutant with a sense of guilt. She should have helped them carry it up the stairs from the bottom! Never-the-less, it was too late now to offer, best thing to do was to wait for them to catch their breath. Elizabeth picked out one of the rooms without a room mate. She didn't blame her, Fade had done the same thing, though she was primarily a resident, not a student. Her philosophy was that she could get to know someone around the school, but didn't have to live with them. Fade never even had any siblings to share with or even really a family to share a house with, so room mates were a fist for her.
However, Elizabeth's mother was standing directly in front of Fade, which meant this wasn't a broken family, right? Didn't seem so but every rose has it's thorn right? Or maybe the proper saying would be appearances can be deceiving... "Let me help you carry one of these," she offered. They would not be carrying it down the hall on their own, no siree. If Fade abandoned them with the stairs, they would not have to worry about the walk to the room. Of course, she would not want to touch anything of the Sundance's without their permission, so she waited for them to respond before making another room.
The bird would be a nice addition to the Mansion. Some people had pets around the Mansion. While she never had a pet, it was nice to have one around, a friend when times go bad that will just see you hurt and comfort you instead of questioning why and what you did and all that junk. Maybe she would one day get a pet, but she'd heard they were much tougher to take care of than most people thought. While she lived on the streets, Rat sometimes had her walk around with a dog, it made people feel even worse for her and give her money. Begging with an animal usually turned a profit, although she had never really taken care of the dogs Rat would 'lend' her.
"No ma'am, her room mate would be a girl," she said, sticking strictly to the gender separation code. She'd heard about a particular mutant that didn't quite fit that all, a Gawain, or so it says by file, but females were roomed with females and males with males. It was the same as a college, except younger students and they were all mutants. Plus, the drinking thing, no drinking at the Mansion. In order to go upstairs, they had to go into the foyer first, which was perfect. In the foyer, Fade opened a drawer in the desk under the large mirror and pulled out the room mate master list.
"We have about three rooms that are alone for the time being and about two rooms that need a room mate," she said, thumbing through the list. She quickly remembered the numbers and put it down. Number were hard but simple. She knew them up to ten and that was really all she needed. She didn't need to know one-hundred-forty-two, she could just say one-four-two and it was the same thing, just less breaths, it was easier. The rooms were 243, 231, 229 for the empty and 233 and 259 for the ones that needed room mates. "If you want to follow me up the stairs," she said, grabbing onto the railing.
Lightly dragging her hand against the railing, she walked up the stairs and stopped in front of the hall, waiting for Elizabeth and her mother. "The rooms are 243, 231 and 229 for the ones that are empty. Keep in mind, even if you get a room that doesn't have a room mate, you will most likely get a room mate when school starts up. The rooms that need room mates are 233 and 259, though I'm not sure if the girls that currently live in those rooms were staying here over the summer, they may be home with their families or out and about.
Sam was presently busy with a boy, who turned out to be a couple and Fade watched in silence as the two scampered away together. The attention was on her and the single stunning eyed mutant definitely noticed her outfit. He gave her a couple of compliments, which she was hoping he wouldn't. She didn't ask him not to compliment her because she was embarressed, she asked him to to mention her dress because she didn't want to do exactly what she was doing now, blushing. Normally, anyone who complimented her was received with a simple nod and a smile, but Sam happened to be one of the most attractive men Fade had ever seen, much less worked with. Attempting to hide the blushed cheeks, she bit the inside of her lip. It didn't look like she was biting her lip, more like she was picking something out of her teeth, with a very shy facial expression. Every inch of her body urged her to turn invisible: the increase in speed of her blood coursing through her veins, the light sting on her reddening cheeks, the sudden change in temperature; yet she remained visible.
"You know, you're still the only person who can call me Jenny and get away with it," she said. Since when did Fade become so shy? She was always the tough one, always on her guard, but men sure were different. Reflecting back on her silly blushing, she returned to a straight face only to be ambushed by anther blush threat; he asked her to dance! She calmed herself out of another blush and rattled up the turnstiles in her brain. It was time for her to get out and stop all of this isolation. It was time for move on from Raph and time to set aside everything she once was and become what she needed to be. In other words, it was time to dance. "Not much of a dancer, but yeah, I'll take you up on that," she said, taking his hand lightly. It always made her feel uncomfortable when she took someone's hand because although her raptor talons were usually phased and she basically controlled when they were solid, she was always afraid she would prick someone. Slowlyly, her youthful courage crept back to her and she walked out to the dancefloor, graspong his hand tight enough to not lose him in the crowd of dancing mutants.
"So," she began a little conversation, although it was slightly hard to hear over all of the music and chatter from the students. "You'll have to lead since I don't know how to really dance."Now she was really glad she didn't wear heels, she would have been even worse off with a couple extra inches and her center off balance. Not knowing exactly what to do, she stretched out her other arm away from her body and began the mental battle. Should she place her hands on his shoulders or his waist? The shoulders were always friend-dances, but were rather childish. Even adult friends would occassionally dance hands on the waist. Wait! No! It was men grabbed the waist, women got the shoulders, right? Sticking with that slight revelation, she draped her arms around his shoulders, keeping a fair enough distance. Sam was a taken man after all and Fade briefly met her in Romania, and Alex, if she recalled correctly. She remembered the name because she was under the initial impression that Sam was calling out a boy's name. No, Alex was a woman.
The couple studders in the girl's voice sent out an odd message. Though she seemed relaxed, the two studders were symptoms of not being that peaceful. Best way to approach the situation was to keep going about the way she was, don't cause any startling alarm, not as though Fade would have in the first place. She took another spoonful of her cereal, smiling until the spoon broke through her lip barrier. This was a school after all, of course there would be classes offered, but Fade had never known anyone to come to the school for classes and then return home after their classes. Then again, there were some mutants that did not need somewhere like this to live and would rather have classes where they fit in but a place of their own to gather their own thoughts.
Fade would never be able to do that, primarily because she would never go to school if it wasn't down the hall. She was too old for school now, but she did some occasional brush ups that everyone knew from school but she didn't. Even simple math, multiplication and division was hard, she wasn't even ready to learn square roots, at the age of 21. Then again, she was still working on learning how to read, that part was the most troubling, but she was getting the hang of it, slowly. "Oh ok, I gotcha. That sounds like quite the commitment," she smiled, knowing how long the driveway to the Mansion was. It wasn't exactly a few feet long. They had to live where no one else saw a bunch of kids running around and flying in the air and turning into animals and sending out powers and lifting heavy things. No, the Mansion was not made for the city life.
The girl asked if she wanted some pancakes. Pancakes sounded amazing actually. When she was kidnapped, her captor used to make her pancakes with butter and powdered sugar on top, maybe some chocolate chips in the pancake batter roo, but that would be rude, what if the other didn't like chocolate chips? Looking down at her cereal, it suddenly looked unappetizing and she looked up and smiled. "Actually, yeah, I'll have one. If you don't mind, that is," she said, pushing her cereal away. Where had her manners gone?! "By the way, I'm Fade," she said, unsure if she should offer her hand for a handshake. Most didn't enjoy being touched because of their mutation, and most others didn't enjoy being touched by a girl with raptor claws.
A studdered hello broke Fade's focus on her cereal and she looked up to see someone heavily clothed in fabrics. Any where else, she would have been taken aback and taken a bit longer to actually reply, but the Mansion housed so many different mutants, some that she still had yet to meet. With only about two blinks, she ended her silence and smiled. "Good morning," she said after she had managed to swallow the rest of the cereal in her mouth. She felt the cold milk start to slide from between her lips and she caught the drip before it travelled down her chin. Milk drips were the worse, they tended to get sticky afterwards, that and soda. Hoping that the other girl didn't notice her near see-food experience, she reached to the center of the table and pulled out a napkin from the stack to wipe her mouth clean.
Laughing a little from her saved mishap and by a bit of shock, she spoke up again. "I didn't think many people around here woke up this early, not unless they stayed up all night long," she said, glancing around the table to make sure there was another seat in the room. There were about eight other seats, she ended her search after Seat #3. She took another napkin and used it to wipe down her raptor talons. Since they were much thicker than any normal fingernail, she usually didn't realize it when she had something stuck to them and it usually ended up on her clothes or skin. This time, she wiped them down well enough to make sure there was no milk on them.
There was a reason Fade didn't go to High School. It wasn't because she didn't know how to read at all back then. It wasn't because she didn't have a permanent address. It wasn't because she didn't have any guardians...well, maybe it was mostly all of those things, but tonight, it was because she hated dances. The whole concept of putting on a pretty dress and dancing with the man of your dreams, losing yourself in his arms and the calm serenity of the room, moving your body with the beats of the songs, it was gross. Deep down inside though, Fade had always wished she had a moment like that, yet never expected it. Especially not tonight, she would have to be dressed nicely. Not too terribly nice that she couldn't chase down some pranking kids, but enough to get the point across that she wouldn't show up in jeans and a t-shirt.
The dreaded dress was purple and it draped down from the gold fit belt between her waist and chest, which made it slightly more comfortable. Her make up was done, but wasn't overdone, just subtle colors and some mascara, she wasn't going all out on this, why would she? Heels would have worked perfectly, but due to the threat that she would have to change her shoes quickly, she decided not to go with heels and instead wore purple and gold flats that had little shoe ties at the tip to keep them tight.
She looked down at at her watch, which she planned on taking off, but when she removed it, the bright tan line nearly blinded her. It was 7:10, it started at 7 and knowing Sam, it was started on time. Taking one last look in the mirror, she frowned and turned invisible. It wasn't her intention to capture anyone's attention and she hated when people saw her looking nice, she was too laid back. She could hear the Danger Room well before reaching it. At first, when she heard the Danger Room was the scene of the event, she was excited, she loved spending time in the Danger Room and getting into and out of, well, danger. The second she saw what the Danger Room had become, she dropped the excitement of the location.
It looked like something from Sixteen Candles. Since she'd never been to an actual school dance, she'd heard people spiked the fruit punch all the time and ran off behind curtains to hook up. It was time to scout that out first. Sam was the first person she saw, though she was still invisible, she would get back to him. First, she went to the Fruit Punch and grabbed a glass. One of the glasses suddenly disappeared and a bit of Punch rose in the air before disappearing. No one really seemed to notice, except one guy who looked a little preoccupied with his dancing girlfriend. He looked for a moment, spun her, and continued on with his business.
Lightly sipping it, Fade swished it around in her mouth and gulped it down. Nope, no alcohol, not yet. It was good punch though, she would just have to finish the glass now. Walking back across the dancefloor, she phased through anyone that danced too close to them. Some would shiver a little while others continued as if nothing happened. On her trip back, her eyes darted around the room, but she didn't see anything bad. All until she hit one couple, who were grinding upon eachother in ways they didn't really do in the movies. She could understand some grinding, kids thought it was the best way to dance, but they were taking that level a bit further. Standing beside them, she suddenly turned visible, but only her currently green eyes. "You could dance more appropriately," she said, raising an invisible eyebrow to make her visible eye become bigger than the left eye. The boy breathed out quickly and jumped a little.
While he regained his posture, well, his independent posture, the girl began coming up with excuses, "my mutation keeps me extremely cold, he was just trying to warm me up," she studdered. "Keep the excuses, Sandra, I know you're a porportion manipulator, has nothing to do with heat, keep your distance," Fade warned. Some people didn't realize she saw a lot more than people believed. Being invisible had taught her the names and tendencies of some of the students, not because she was invisible and would stalk them, but because she'd climb up ceilings and hardly anyone looked up there in the first place. Simple stress relievers because intel gathering when groups of students walked in and talked about their crushes. Fade hardly even remained there, she usually just phased to the next floor.
When she had separated the two, she turned her eyes invisible again and stood next to Sam. One part of her urged her to see how long she could stand there without him noticing her, but that game got old rather quick sometimes. "Don't say anything about the dress or I'm turning invisible again," she said as her body appeared next to the X-Men Leader. While her eyes were glued on the couple to see if they got the message, her head was leaning Sam's way to let him know she was in fact, addressing him.
An awkward moment followed aburptly after Fade silenced herself making room for any question. All she got in response were two pairs of eyes blinking back at her with a quizical look. They weren't confused about the Mansion, they were confused as to why she had stopped talking. Well, it seemed she would be one of those guides you could listen to through headphones instead of a conversationalist. That was fine too, her heartbeat slowed when she realized she had made little to no mistakes on the tour so far. Questions usually meant she wasn't thorough enough with her explanation. Nodding her head, she pointing out the window to the pool.
"We do have a pool outside and usually during the summer, we host little pool parties where the students can have some fun out in the sun," she refrained from rolling her eyes at the rhyme. Beyond the pool was a large backyard, but she was sure they could see that on their own. "Our residential rooms are separated by gender. Females live on one floor and males live on the next one. We have security here, of course, the security is not completely necessary but it gives the residents and parents a feeling of relief when they know anyone inside our gates is safe and well protected," she said, remembering the security rooms.
Some people when they heard this, automatically thought it meant they needed security, that the school was constantly mobbed by angry New Yorkers who were against mutants, but it was simply policy to keep the students safe, as any logical school would put into effect. "If you would like to put your stuff up, you can pick out you're room here, I believe we have a few rooms that haven't been filled, if you'd like," she smiled. She was getting so much better at this. She gave a mental sigh.
There it was. Fade was sure with the flying student, maybe this parent would be a little less inclined to judge mutants, but the expression on Mrs. Sundance's face when Fade exited the office was definitely one of familiarity. Still, the mother changed her face to that of endurance, she would continue with this, but it seemed maybe an in depth tour, with all the mutants around might not be such a grande idea. If only they had one week out of the summer for tours where parents got to see the Mansion and only the Mansion, this would go so much easier, however, with the students being mutants, it was more of a tour on a rich circus ground. You had the large back yard with a flying boy, a lovely foyer with a phasing mutant, who knew what the kitchen would have in store for them. Hopefully just the innocent little Millie or one of the other kids.
Elizabeth's expression was much different, she seemed amazed by it, but most people were only excited until they remembered that means she can do it to them as well. Some first impression, huh? Still, she was getting better at it, at least they didn't see her climb down the Mansion. Any other power of her's would have to be saved until Mrs. Sundance left, it wasn't like she could turn her claws visible now and there was no way in hell she'd climb anything or turn invisible. No, best she just continued to tour as if she were human. Mrs. Sundance's voice changed back to how it was, if not a bit more sugar coated than before. At least she's trying, Fade mentally shrugged.
Time to start the tour. "In the next room we have the formal dinning room, though hardly any eats here," she was about to add the part about how some people would eat there if they were taking another student on a date, which would probably cheer up Elizabeth, but mentioning inter-home dating to the mother may just have to wait for a different opportunity. "And here we have the kitchen, which is where most people tend to eat their food. While we do have a few residents here that are 21 and older, this is an alcohol free school so there is no beer, wine, or liquor located in this room and it's not tolerated at the school," Fade made her point. Actually, Fade was 21, but she kept her alcohol in her room under the floorboards, which was actually not capable of being taken since in order to get to the alcohol, you had to phase your hand through the wood and phase the bottle back out, rather secure.
"That door to the right goes to the living room where we have our large Flat Screen and most people come down here to watch programs or the news. Since this tv is accessible to everyone at the Mansion, it's under parental control so no one plays anything on this screen that is not suitable for all ages, typically, the news is playing or some sort of Historic or Animal Planet show is on. Early in the mornings, we sometimes put on cartoons for the younger students." She stopped herself from continuing on. They got it, no porn or R rated movies can be shown on this tv, you don't have to give them details on everything that shows on the screen, move on, she mentally slapped herself. She paused to see if they had any questions thus far.
Cutting back on her bad habits, Fade found herself exhausted at the end of the night and up and early when the sun rose. OK, so maybe she wasn't up the minute it rose, but usually around 8 or 9, she was out of bed. This morning happened to be 8:30 that she opened her eyes. She could feel the crust around her eyelids urging her to remain asleep, but she rubbed them away and pryed open her eyes only to be blinded by the light from her window. Honestly, she needed better curtains, some that could actually block out the sun and all the heat it carried through the window. She would usually take a shower, but she didn't remember eating that much the night before and her stomach gave a little whimper of hunger.
Pulling herself out of bed, she dragged herself to her dresser and grabbed her comfortable leopard pajama pants. She threw on a plain black cami and put her hair up in a pony tail. Her raptor talons on her toes lightly tapped against the floor as she walked around barefoot. Yawning, she walked towards her door to begin her journey to the kitchen- WHAP! Stunned, she took a step back and realized she had forgotten to phase through her door and happened to walk right into it. Growling lightly, she rubbed the red bump on her forehead and pressed on, phasing through properly this time. The echo of pain in her head slapped her into reality and she felt more alert than she had when she crawled out of bed.
Lazily, she cut a few corners, literally phasing through the corner rather then rounding it. Finally, she reached the kitchen and opened the cabinet to grab some Frosted Flakes. When she first came to the Mansion, she would pour herself some Frosted Flakes and then cover them with sugar, of course, she'd do this when she woke up around noon, but now her body convinced her that too much sugar was not a good thing and she simply used the Frosted Flakes and the milk. She put the milk back in the fridge and pulled out a spoon. The chair made a small skid noise as she pulled it back to sit down and she sat, beginning to eat her tad-bit-more-healthy-than-it-once-was food.
Mrs. Sundance took over rather quickly and took the papers to fill them out. Though Elizabeth followed, she did not really participate until her mother passed her the papers. Since there were a couple of papers, Fade kept herself busy, or at least looked like she was busy. She fumbled through her pockets to find little receipts for Subway or some Walmart shopping personal items, like shampoo and hair ties. Nothing really kept her attention and she threw everything away, no sense in keeping it in her pocket much longer. Grabbing some papers on the little table, she organized them, well, she rather put them in a nice pile.
By the time she ran out of things to fumble around with, Mrs. Sundance returned with the papers filled out, inquiring what to do next. So Fade wasn't the Mansion Greeter, that was Shin's job, but she'd included herself at enough of them and knew that after the paperwork, it was time for a tour, if the new student and their parents wished to get a tour. "Would you like a tour of the Mansion?" she asked, taking the papers and deciding what to do with them. She did not want to leave it outside of Shin's door, it would look as though Elizabeth's paperwork was not a priority. Instead, she took it and phased through the door. Once inside, it was dark and she blinked furiously a few times to adjust to the lack of light before she found the desk. Carefully, she put it on Shin's desk and phased back out.
Hopefully, she wasn't invading any privacy. Techinically the lights were kept off and she didn't touch anything, just put some papers down. Though she wouldn't appreciate it much if Shin just walked into her room and put something down. Well, really, it didn't bother her if he didn't take anything out and didn't see anything she didn't want anyone to see. Actually, she didn't have anything to hide, not these days, she really was shaping up. "So what do you say to that tour?" she asked, walking away from Shin's office.
Fade is definitely there. Possible patrol duty? Though she wants to have some fun while she's there, but she can keep an eye on people when they don't think she's looking. So shall it be on the 14th?
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The two students...well... one student and one prospective student... were getting along marvelously and Fade was relieved that the mother was not discomforted by the flying boy to make her leave. Some parents had their little comfort zones. Hell, even Fade was shocked by his sort of crash landing, but she was glad they didn't see her walk out of her bedroom window and shimmy down the wall. Invisibility really came in handy at times. The mother was insistent on continuing the process of enrolling in the school and Fade was all too happy to direct her inside, where crash landings were less possible...though still possible at this school.
"Yes, ma'am, right through here," she said, leading through the door and into the foyer. Though it was a large foyer, it was still inviting, even the rich would nod their head at the choice of soft colors and lighting in the room. This usually calmed anxious parents, there must be something about a mutant school that makes parents think that inside, there are trees everywhere, or it's freezing cold, or something of that nature. Maybe they thought it looked like the London Dungeon.
As Fade's mind wandered everywhere, she heard a noise, a flapping noise, and she looked over to see Carrick flying off. Well, that was just another day at the Mansion, a mutant drops in, says a few things, and then flies off again. If Fade were to just simply disappear and go back to her bedroom, well, it just wasn't a good decision so she didn't make it. "You said you were going into 10th grade?" Fade asked the girl, mkaing some small talk while she walked across the foyer to Shin's Office. There was some paperwork outside of the office and Fade thumbed through it, looking for the new student packet. They were much thicker and while she couldn't quite make out all of the words in the packet (she was still in the process of learning to read), she found the right one and pulled it out along with a pen. "There is a table in the next room," she offered.
Elizabeth seemed to soak up the mutant in front of them, a Mr. Carrick. Fade could see the girl's cheeks blushing up and the boy's tail swishing around as if he were waiting in anticipation. Boy, did this scene most certainly make her feel old. She'd forgotten about all those blushy cute girly feelings you get when you see a cute boy and he actually sees you back, and talks to you! Her loss of Raphael seemed to keep her cheeks permanently pale, but she was slowly getting over that. The mother, however, did not dwell much on the new winged mutant, her purpose was purely for her daughter, no side-shows or thrill at the sound of her daughter flirting, or at least crushing. Her mind was set on her daughter's protection and she asked Fade quite the hard question.
Were there any dangerous mutants? It really all depended on the mutant, not the power. A power like Fade's could even be dangerous. What would happen if she phased through someone's body and then turned solid whilst inside the body? What would that body do? Or she could sneak around and find other mutants weaknesses by eavesdropping on them practicing with their powers. But she was a good mutant, as good as she could be with some flaws, but who doesn't have flaws? Mutants were only dangerous if they chose to be, or if they were those rare mutants who had no control over their mutation and never could.
"The most dangerous mutant is the one who cannot control their power. That is why here at Xavier's, we work with the students on their powers, teach them how to control it. We have set ups away from other mutants if a mutants power can affect other mutants. Your daughter will not only be safe around fellow students who are learning their powers, but she will be surrounded by teachers and residents who have learned control of their power and hold the protection of their students in as high of regard as a parent to their child. The students are our lives and we won't let anything happen to them," she said, feeling she answered the question quite well. Carrick was the perfect example of a student learning his power, though Fade refrained from mentioning it. If he had no training, it was be a horrible crash. Soon he would learn how to land perfectly.
