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.
The sound came from a horse. Sara’s eye brow rose, and she shifted so that she could look at the large animal, better. Had horses been wild way up here? Sara couldn’t remember. She assumed the animal to be a pet that had gotten loose from it’s owner.
Sara had encountered horses before. The animals had been used in tracking her down, along side sent hounds. They’d been able to go further on four hoof drive than gas propelled machines did on wheels so they had been crucial tools when she had first tried to escape the labs. Then when Sara had finally run far enough, she’d seen them up close, in fields, or being used for pleasure and sport. Horses couldn’t choose what happened to them, and because of that, she had grow akin to them despite the fact that Sara had never felt the desire to get close to one, or even touch it.
This one was particularly fascinating to her. It’s coat was so white, that the skin around it’s nostrils and eyes was pink. Deep orangish brown stared right back into Sara’s amber ones and the mare’s head was held high, at attention, with her ears flicking forwards, then backwards, and forwards again. It’s right ear gave a sharp twitch to rid it’s self of an annoying strand of mane. At first glance, this mare was a magnificent creature. Then Sara looked closer.
The horses flanks were littered with scars that were just visible as pink lines, under the thinned fur. Her tail, and mane, where both thick with hairs that looked whiter than the shadow cast snow in the sun, and at the same time, it looked as though someone had still pulled handfuls of hair away. It’s knees had been skinned at one time, and around it’s right leg, it looked like it had gotten it’s self wrapped in an electrical fence, as well as a perfect, pink, ring had been etched around it’s cannon bone. It wasn’t till the Mare started to move, that Sara noticed a nasty injury to her right shoulder. The mare had gorgeous flowing movement, but still limped.
The mare trotted in a semi circle, the entire while looking Sara right in the eye with her head held high. The shoulder injury had been deep. Probably the deepest Sara had ever seen any horse receive. It started from the point of the horses withers then cris-crossed and zigzagged down it’s shoulder as if someone had repeatedly tried to cripple her.
Sara felt her heart speed up as the beats felt like they had jumped into her throat. She didn’t understand how someone could abuse such a beautiful creature. Sure Sara had just hunted hares, but that was different. He kills were fast, accurate, and for her family, err…. Friends. What ever the monsters did to this horse, was madness and now even though she had broken free she was probably going to die of starvation because what type of horse would really be able to make it out here in the cold? Especially one who’d been hurt so much.
Sara reached for a dried clump of grass, and tried offering the food to the horse who’s eyes suddenly went wide. The mare halted in her tracks, eyes taking in Sara then the food, Sara then the food. Till they rested on the food, and she nickered. Carefully she edged her way closer to Sara. Her neck reached out as long as it could and her lips stretched an extra two inches. Even though she was three feet away by the time she started to reach.
Sara watched her carefully. Not willing t move but making the mare come closer to her. Inch by inch the Mare slowly reached to snag the food out of Sara’s hands, but at the last minute her eyes shot wide enough Sara saw their whites. Without warning the mare squealed, snorted, and spun her back heals around to nail Sara in the chest.
Sara flew backwards into a near bank of snow, and the mare ran off, tossing her high held head as her hooves practically stabbed at the snow as she used her weight to plunge them deeper and run faster.
The mare skidded to a stop, where Sara originally saw her. Her head tossed back, throwing her mane out behind her like a waving banner, and she looked Sara directly in the eye again.
“Stupid crazy horse.” Sara muttered as she felt her body heal from getting kicked. Sara pushed herself out of the snow so that she was standing, put her hands on her hip, and stared back.
Sara watched the others drink the tea. She still wasn’t convinced that the stuff would have any effect on her body, but at the same time, she didn’t want to offend Raina, or her customs. At the same time, Sara found the idea of this vision quest, personal. Call it her cat side coming out.
Sara strolled around to the other side of their tents where not even the dogs would have a chance to see her, and downed the tea so fast, she didn’t let it hit her tongue, where the cooled drink hit her warm gut, like someone kicked her insides. Sara felt her system speed up in response to the tea, and with a sigh, she let her knees buckle so that she sank to sit in the snow.
Nothing happened. Jut like Sara knew nothing would happen, but she still wanted to try. Her healing ability just kept her from being able to be effected. She tried giving the tea longer to hit her system but the fact was that the longer she waited, the less of a chance there was, that anything really was going to happen.
And then there was that happening thing. This vision quest instructions were rather vag. Was there a way to do it wrong? Was Sara performing this vision quest wrong and didn’t know it? She drank the tea. That’s all she’d really been told to do. Could you drink Tea wrong?
Of course you couldn’t The voice of logic in the back of her head chimed in. Drinking was one of the few things that had only one way of accomplishing the task. One way to drink, there for there was no way to get the instructions wrong. That left Sara’s boy. Her mutation that set her so far apart from every thing else, was now getting in the way again. Sara felt even more distanced from Neveed, Sam, Raina, and Luke. Just like her body wouldn’t let her walk in public regularly with those she cared about, her body apparently wouldn’t let her share this experience for Raina.
Was it possible to fake a vision quest.
There was no response from her inner voice. Just silence that was filled with nothing but the sound of the wind as it pushed Sara’s hair out of her face and made it drift in the air behind her. There was a soft thump behind Sara, and she casually shifted so she could look.
Well he did answer Sara’s question but not with the degree of accuracy that Sara was hoping for. Capable of communication, could mean anything from understanding highly intellectual conversations to just pointing and grunting. Hell A Hamster can communicate even. They sink their little teeth in your hand and they let you know that they don’t like you or don’t like something you’re doing. Sara wasn’t necessarily a highly social creature. She liked her alone time a lot, but she liked to think that her communication abilities were able to be gauged higher than a hamster’s.
“Well the minute you walked in I assumed you were capable of communication as well.” Sara joked back. Her tone had definitely relaxed from a minute ago when she had given this man her single warning. At least he was still talking to her and he answered the question.
"You said it was bad, where you were from as well. Between mutant and humans. May I ask how bad it is? Say on a scale from 1 to 10. By the way. My name's Sara."
The girl that had stood behind Sara a moment ago when she was experiencing imence pain came up to her and Shin, and Sara nodded to her in greating.
“That tail is some troublemaker, Name is Alexandra, by the way.”
Sara’s nose gained another shade of pink, again. “Yeah, well it could have been worst. Call my Sara.” She introduced herself, again, and was surprised a little when a hand was offered right to her. She took it lightly in her own paw like hand, careful to make her claws stay in while she shook Alexandra’s hand.
Well it seemed Sara was meeting a couple of new people today. What a wonderful way to meet people. Get your tail stuck in a revolving door. Yup. That was a first impression she wasn’t going to live down any time soon. At least people weren’t rubbing her nose in it too much.
"Sara, you might consider wrapping your tail around your waist or taping it down. If you're not careful, it could get you into some serious trouble, Again."
Well that last thought came entirely too soon, didn’t it now. Sara’s lips pressed together as her amber gaze shifted over to Kaz. Forget her nose only changing shades. It was turning very dark now. And the words of Sam, at the counter, hadn’t been missed by her ears. Did she really get into that much trouble? “Oh good plan. Take away part of my balance. With my luck I’d fall on my face.. .. ..” Sara actually used her tail a lot for balance. Even just standing still it normally moved back and forth to counter her shifting weight. “Or have I’d patches of fur missing from my tail as if I’d done a really bad wax job.”
The clapping of the protesters entering the store, and the white cross drew her attention. Her chin dipped so her longer hair fell over the side of her face, like a hood. “I suppose them coming in, is my fault.” Sara said softly as she watched Luke make his way over there, along with the young man who had been standing near Sam. With out thinking she began making her way slowly over incase crap hit the fan. Luke would be right in the middle. Though it seemed the younger man who had been standing by the counter had to throw the first punch. Or rather the first set of punches.
Sara’s head tilted. That was interesting. The kid wasn’t that bad at throwing punches, but his timing, and short temper lead made Sara’s mind jump to her first conclusion about him. “Idiot.” Sara mumbled. Shooting the kid a glare that might of included her eyes reflecting the light from the windows as if they could glow.
Vega and Shin started taking control, and Sara slipped in through the side of the shelves, knelt, and started to help the hired stock assistant pick up the books and sort through the ones that were stained, and the pits of splintered table. Careful to not look directly up into the eyes of the protesters. In fact, Sara tried to pretend they weren’t even there.
Yup. CPR seemed to do the trick. Sara flashed her illusionary human teeth as she grinned now that Sam was getting up. “I’ll call her right away.” Sara said returning her attention to her purse. It took her another couple of minutes to locate the phone and then the phone number for Alexandra.
Sara waited for the kids to start playing before she readdressed Sam. Careful to be sure they couldn’t see her lips and her words were so quiet, only Sam would hear them when she leaned closer to his face. “There’s a bounty on your head and you’re discovering kids.” Sara said hoping she didn’t sound too critical. “I showed you Airyn because I know what it’s like to wonder, about your parents, but I this puts more expectations on you.” Sara didn’t have to say the fact she wouldn’t forgive herself if something bad had happened thanks to the family links.
Ok so cell phone. Sara hit the call button and waited for Alexandra to pick up. “Hello Alexandra. This is Sara. You and I met up yesterday at the café with Slade. I picked up Airyn from school today. She’s here with Sam, an I, at the mansion, and she’s playing with her half brother. See you when you get here.” Sara disconnected before Alexandra could protest, and what ever Alexandra did say back to Sara, Sara simply ignored. It was irrelevant to giving information.
Koga needed cloths, and Sara needed what ever this was that called. Especially after her near death experience and loosing her sight. She just needed this. To get out and to do something that was productive. Koga needed cloths, and Sara had more funds at the moment, than what she was used to, thanks to Slate.
Sara hadn’t liked being weighted on. It annoyed her almost as much as having a pep talk about her eye sight. But at the same time without someone being persistent, Sara would have probably tried to shut out the rest of the world, and the people at the mansion. So when Koga had mentioned getting a job to buy cloths, Sara hopped on the chance to do a little pushing of her own. A job was something Koga could still get, and Sara felt it would be good for a man his age, but getting nice cloths after getting a job felt backwards to her. Because didn’t you need nice cloths to get a job in? Maybe Sara could pick up a few things for herself, as well.
Convincing Koga to go shopping with her. Well. Sara decided that, for his best interest, he didn’t have a choice in the matter. So as a result the mansion got to see the speedy cat lady nap Koga and off they went. Sara waving and mouthing “Hi Streak” to a security camera, on their way out. Koga on her shoulder and all.
Once at the mall, The two of them had split to go their own ways Then agreed to meet in the center. She’d handed Koga some money, threatening to throw him over her shoulder again if he didn’t take it if he saw something on the way. “Don’t make me stalk you to the dressing rooms too.” She teased.
Once seeing Koga off, Sara hoped people wouldn’t hassle him too much. She mentally reminded herself to listen for trouble. Mean while she had some shopping to do for herself. Before she met in the middle of the Mall to sit down, Sara already had a couple of bags at her feet. One containing a skate board that Sara had the sudden urge to try. The others contained a small stack of art pads. Now that she had her sight back, she was catching up on her drawing time.
Sara’s head tilted the other way about what he said. While it wasn’t entirely true, she let it stay there. Johnny wasn’t a mutant, but he was an acception. One of a few human’s Sara had interacted and held conversations with. As a whole, Humans did not tend to hold conversations with Sara. At least not right off the bat with out having met her or been introduced before.
“It’s just their loss.” Sara said simple. She liked company but she only liked company of those who didn’t freak for stupid reasons like bipedal talking cats. “Tell me. When you walked in here, did you expect me to be able to talk, when you saw me?” Sara asked. Curious to see not only what his response was but how he responded.
Sara was tackled by little Sammy and she smiled but the smile never made it to her eyes. “Hey Sammy.” She gave him a quick squeeze of a hug before he left Sara’s arms and started circling her in the air. She really needed to spend more time with Sammy. They didn’t get nearly enough time with Sara’s work schedule anymore. But now wasn’t the time.
“I’ll have to see your painting when we get back.” Sara said feeling a stab of pain in the back of her throat. She hated making him wait. “Katrina and I have to go with your dad now.” She said to little Sammy who’s mid air posture wasn’t doing anything to make Sara’s heart feel better. “When we get back, I’ll play all day with you.”
Before Sara could say more, or even make a pinky promise, Slick was starting to play the distraction. She watched Sammy speed off, and listened to Slick’s phone conversation. She took the cues, and grabbed a small duffle bag out of her car, before taking off and running just on Slick’s heals. Tail whipping the air behind her.
Her feet hit the shoot and instead of laying flat, she let her feet slide down so it was like she was surfing. Using the angles of her feet to controle her speed her arms shot out every now and then to the sides, just for her own balance.
They reached the bottom and she was in the jet before she realized what was about to happen. She was about to go flying… … … in a very closed area… … … and there were no flight attendants to pass her new little air sick baggys. Not to mention the x-men probably didn’t like claw marks in their seats. She instantly started looking for a place to grip with her hands, that weren’t receive claw indentations so easily. “Um… how long is this flight going to be?”
Ok. Bad question. Sort would seem good but that meant they were going incredibly fast and on that thought, Sara’s tail fluffed.
“Ah yes. The civil war.” Sara sighed and sipped at her tea. They had pax students over seas at the moment on a mission with some of the instructors. She didn’t know how much she really agreed with sending the students into the danger zones but they had planned for everything they possibly could.
The talk about Slade’s brother pulled Sara back to reality and where she was. She set her cup down and her lips pressed together before she started to offer the resources she had available to her. “At the bonds office we have some extensive, and highly effective search programs. I understand if you don’t want other people poking their noses around in your business, but if you want, I can have my boss, and I, take a look there and see if anything comes up.” Her eyes were hopeful as she looked up at Slade. She didn’t want to push, but she didn’t like just sitting on the sidelines when a friend needed something. “He’ll want to charge you for the use of his programs, but if I can’t convince him to do the search for free, I’ll pay.”
Then maybe when Slade got back he could do more of what he really wanted. Airyn seemed so sweet, for Sara’s first meeting her.
Sara sighed. Yeah. Sam needed his own proof, and just as Sara had started to dig through her shoulder bag for the real baby sitter’s cell phone, Little Sammy had returned with a note that made Sam’s heart hit this odd beat, and Sam hit the ground. Ph sure. Nerves of steal when he’s facing down lord knows what in the city streets of New York, but can’t hold his own when he finds out he’s got a kid. At least he wasn’t drooling. Sara sort of wondered how manly Sam would have acted, if he knew he had kids during the diapers stages of their lives.
Sara could hear Sam’s heart still beating so she wasn’t too concerned but the kids were. The urge to laugh quickly disappeared when she saw Sammy’s concern and the real belief that he was about to loose his father after only now, starting to know him. Then the touch of Airyn on her leg. Sara quickly knelt to her knee so that she was eye level with both children. “He’s not dead. I can still hear his heart beating.” Sara said trying to sooth Sammy as she reached to him with one hand to lift his chin, so she could look him in the eye. Her other hand pressed lightly on Airyn’s arm that had circled her leg. “And you didn’t do anything wrong.”
Sara looked down at Sam. Drool check. “Although let me show you how to do CPR.” She moved Sam’s hands to correct their position. “You’ve got a good start, but you want to put your hands here.” Sara then put her hands next to his. “And when you push down, you want to have more strength like this.” Sara’s hands weren’t over Sam’s heart, so she wouldn’t accidentally mess with it’s beat, but her hands suddenly shoved down against his chest. Added with her strength, it would probably feel a lot like she smacked Sam.
(I hope my god moding of the ghost and with Sebby is alright. If it isn’t PM me and I’ll edit.)
Sara sat there in the dirt for a moment as she listened to the rest of the sounds of the jungle. Every sound, like the rustle of the leaves, or a snap of a twig may be all she had as a warning to another attack. Several pairs of foot steps brought her attention up to three men running through the terrain towards her. Weaving through the path like it were nothing, though Sara’s movements had been much more smooth. She caught glimpses of them through the trees and before they got a clear look at her, she shifted in the dirt. Bent over so that her arms could press against her stomach, and her body was so low to the ground most of her weight was on her other arm’s elbow. She was acting injured, to look weak. She even let her face flinch, and twist as if she were in pain. With her breaths made un even. Sara had a lot of experience knowing pain. It made faking the experience a walk in the park.
The three stopped, and something ghostly, with a horn caught her attention, behind them. Sebastian wasn’t supposed to be there. He was supposed to be with Lee and Tarin. Sara healed by herself and they didn’t. Her eyes flashed and reflected the light from the sun filtered through the trees as she glared at him with her jaw tightening in frustration. What was it worth having a plan if the members of the group didn’t follow it?
The center man raised his gun, leveling it at Sara just when there was a flash of a figure who had the gunman by the gun art. He had just appeared out of no where, or seemed to and Sara thought to maybe an hour ago, where the woman ghost had appeared above Tarin, in the pile. It was the only way she could explain it.
The ghost twisted the man’s arm and a twisted smile formed across the ghost’s face just before the man let out a horrific girlish howl of pain before the ghost stifled his breath by grabbing him by the throat and lifting him in the air. His fingers actually digging into the man’s neck as skin gave way and blood pulsed out. The other two men were stumbling back, dumb founded. One of the other two tried peppering the ghost with gun fire witch really wasn’t something that worked when your target was already dead.
Sara chose to act before the ghost finished his torture and kill of the first. With her arms and legs able to move faster than most human eyes could follow, she was on the other two men before they even realized she’d made it to her feet. The first man, firing at the ghost, received a swift frontal kick to the gut and as he was falling backwards with the wind knocked out of him, Sara was already spinning into the next kick that whipped her heal across his chin. The claws on her feet caught on his face and left a nice deep red trail across his jaw and cheek. Lucky for him, he was already out, or gone, so he didn’t have a chance to feel the fact that half his face was never going to be like the other.
The second man had only enough time to raise his assault riffle before one of Sara’s throwing knives stuck in his hand with enough force to knock the barrel of the gun off target. As the man tried to recover, Sara only had to take two running steps towards him. She scooped up a thick stick on her way then used it to smack him across the head, T-ball style. Then before the man’s head had bounced off of the ground, Sara was headed as fast as her legs could take her, straight for Sebastian.
She aimed to grab him by the sweat soaked collar of his shirt, haul him to his feet, and shove him, back first, towards the nearest tree. “I’m sure your intentions were good, but when there’s a plan made around here, Stick to it!” Sara’s lamp like eyes were wide. Partially from fear, partially from frustration. “I heal, Tarin and Lee don’t.” For her, they were priority.
Her tail was still not the most comfortable part of her body, and would be for the next while. Even with her advanced heeling when it came to injuries to the bone, those healed a lot slower. But they healed. Sara just had to make sure her tail didn’t get caught in anything again, for the next while, and in an hour at most, it would feel just fine.
"Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry. I didn't mean to."
Sara shook her head at the other girl. She was trying to be calm and slow her heart rate, though her heart was still hammering in her chest and making her head pound, “It’s alright. Really. You wouldn’t believe how much this thing plots against me anyways.” Sara indicated her tail then decide that even though the over all crowd in the store was keeping their distance from her, it was best to keep the pesky tail where she could keep an eye on it better. So rather than letting it go back behind her, she kept it held between her hands.
"I believe we've met before, but just in case I'm Vega."
Sara nodded and sacrifised one hand that was cradling her tail, to shake Vega’s hand. “Right.” Sara’s eyes squinted at the girl’s face before the hair made her memory click. “Directions. Well you found your way I see and I don’t believe that we did exchange names. I’m Sara.”
A young man came over from the café area and Sara tilted her head at him as he came up to Ghost and herself so quickly. She wasn’t quite sure what to think of him or what to expect from him till he started to talk.
“Are you alright?”
Sara let out a sigh of relief. Audimatically she liked this place, despite the problem with her tail. “Yeah. I am.” She assured them. And if she wasn’t she would be. No big deal.
“My name’s Shin, by the way. How do you take your coffee?”
“Mine is Sara, and if it’s all the same to you, I’ll take just an earl grey tea. Thank you.”
Sara watched carefully as Sam placed a hand on Airyn’s shoulder. She knew he wasn’t trying to be intimidating but he didn’t have supper senses that picked up on Airyn’s heart beat. Nor was he there when she iced up the entire back seat without knowing it. So Sara’s tail, made invisible by the illusion thanks to Katrina, thumped a quick warning on Sam’s side. Though it seemed a few seconds later, nothing was going to come of Airyn being a little wary. The child looked up at Sara for encouragement and Sara nodded. A simple ‘it will be alright’ without saying a word.
Sammy darted away around to the infirmary and without thinking, Sara put a hand on Chelsea’s head, to still her as well as the dog moved to follow her boy, only to realize he was going where she couldn’t. She made a soft short whine before she plopped her rump down and settled for staring where Sammy had disappeared to.
Mean while it seemed Sam still needed his own proof about who Airyn was. Seemed her own judgment wasn’t enough. With a sigh, Sara just stood there. “What? You don’t trust my judgment and gut?”
Sara’s brow furrowed in confusion for a moment as the girl went from shedding a few tears, and doing what one would expect a girl to do who had just lost her parents, to giggling. The news paper was slid away with no fuss from her and Sara carefully folded it, placing it under her arm. If she didn’t get her sight back soon, to read the article, maybe another mansion resident would read it to her.
Sara was about to turn away when the girl asked what Sara thought was the oddest question for a girl that just lost her entire family. She wanted a New mommy? And she said so brightly compared to the way Sara expected a girl in her situation would ask. Sara wondered if that was how some people dealt with loss.
“I don’t think anyone here can really take the title, mother, however, I will make sure you are taken care of.”
Sara’s head tilted and if her eyes could have seen, they would have narrowed right on her companion right there. “Friend.” Sara let her own tone slip only slightly because that was all the warning he would get. “I’d think twice and process your information more clearly before you start making hopeful comments like that.”
Johnny who had finished pouring the glass of water hovered over the table for a moment. His young brown eyes looking first to Sara, then her companion, as the feline continued.
All the while Sara’s voice was relaxed. Her head tilt staid with the posture of her elegant shoulders back and body sitting tall. “First, off you are talking to a cat. You approached me with conversation so one only comes to assume that you’re a mutant because even other mutants react negatively to those that have features so different from them selves. Secondly, Johnny is beyond being nice to both of us. No one is supposed to be in here yet, and he has allowed both of us to stay. Third, if you really are so secretive, you shouldn’t worry about other people, so much as how much your own actions give your secrets away.”
“Individuals such as yourself I presume.”
“Yes and no.” Sara said as she let the small smile sneak back across her face. “Technically I don’t own a place yet.”
“And where do you put yourself in that explanation, if I may ask?”
“Half- in and half-out.” Sara said simply. “I’ve done a lot of things, Sir. The bad stuff is to ensure my own survival.” Theft mostly but this man who threatened Johnny didn’t have to know that. “And yet I’ve also run into burning buildings to rescue complete strangers.”
