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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The ice seemed to slip slowly, back into Airyn and Sara suddenly felt even more sorry for her. If she didn’t know when she was making ice all of the time, school must have been hard. At least at Miltons. Again Sara thought of PAX. There the classes were mixed between mutants and children. The kids might poke fun, but there was taught an understanding.
“Pinky promise.” Sara said reassuringly. Her pinky bent around Airyn’s lightly, before she held her pinky back up sealing the deal. “Can you make me a pinky promise back? I want you to promise that you wont forget today.” Both in the games kidnappers play, and the man Sara wanted Airyn to meet.
Her pinky stood waiting for the promise to be sealed.
The child nodded but Sara could see she was freaking out. Sara probably had her more scared than the child had ever been. Sara’s lips pressed together as her illusion’s light brown eyes looked right into Airyn’s that had turned to a ghostly grey. She had to do something to comfort Airyn somehow.
Sara twisted in her seat so her right shoulder was leaning against the head rest and her left arm could reach, comfortably, back to Airyn. Her delicate digits folded back and she stuck her pinky out to Airyn, waiting for her to hook her pinky around Sara’s. “Then you know a pinky promise is the most powerful of promises.” Sara hoped the girl wasn’t too panicked to listen to her. “I promise that I will either have you with your mother, or take you home, by 4:30, today, or you can sit on my head and fart on me.”
Well that's not good Kaz. Adding to Abyss's suggestion for old parts, I think Ayesac showed me a site where you could trade for old parts. Best of luck.
Sara’s feline ears, under her illusion flicked back as she listened to the child’s heart beat increase. Oh great. Now she’d done it. There was a wash of relief in the back of Sara’s mind. To know she wasn’t completely getting away with this, but at the same tie, Sara started mentally preparing herself. She had known Sam for many years now. His mutation was a powerful one and even if this child was not in full control of the ice element she could still do damage to those around them in the other vehicles, to Sara, or even to herself.
Under the illusion, Sara’s pupils shrunk down till they were tiny slits. Paper thin so that they didn’t let any light in. Automatically her 6th sense kicked in and a 3D map traced it’s self out in her head. The car she was driving was connected to the road, that went out in a grid a head of her, and even the cars around her had their own paths. It was sort of like when you’re a kid and you grab a fist full of markers to draw with, all at once. Threw the 6th awareness Sara measured the distance between cars for possible escapes should she need to take them. She also paid attention to additional paths to be added to the tires, in case the child had learned how to ice them yet. If others could see the way Sara’s 6th awareness moved in her mind, they would probably thing of water pipes running through a wall, or high way maps. Sara had years of practice reading it even if, theoretically, she was driving blind.
Sara made her way to the right side of the road, and slowly eased the car next to the curb. She leaned her head forward slightly so she could rub her eyes as her pupils went back to their normal size. She then turned in her seat to look at Airyn. “Do you know what a pinky promise is?”
Sara was a little disappointed that her juice boxes and cheesy whatnots weren’t accepted but part of her was relieved as well. At least the kid wasn’t taking food from strangers just climbing in a car with one. Sara stopped at a read light, then reached in the back seat to the cooler for a juice box, for herself. The straw popped through the top just a the red light turned green and Sara sipped once. Then dropped the juice box into one of Jenny’s cup holders and the car eased back into gear.
“Actually we’re making a side trip.” Sara said. Her voice was always kept casual but her eyes glanced in the rear view mirror to see if the 4 year old would have a big reaction to this next change in plan. “I saw your ability with ice in the café yesterday. I thought I’d take you to see a friend of mine, who also manipulates ice. He might have some pointers for you.”
Sara couldn’t believe how easy this kidnapping was. The child got in the vehicle with her even though Sara could see that there were questions in her eyes. At least Sara knew the kid wasn’t completely stupid but the very fact that Sara was having this easy of time, gave Sara the creeps inside. Airyn climbed in the back seat, as Sara sighed, shutting the door as the child safety lock automatically clicked and Sara folded herself back into the driver’s seat.
“What happened to Jenny?”
Oh Sara was a sly cat. She prepared for that question too as she continued to play limo driver. “you know how Jenny Wears braces? Well one of the wire ends on her upper jaw popped out of it’s holder and started poking her in the cheek, a few hours ago. By the time she contacted me it was hurting her so much she couldn’t talk straight. So she’s at an emergency orthodontist appointment.” It was a good lie. It meant Sara had to be close enough to Jenny to know she had braces, and it explained why the plans had changed in the middle of the day, while Airyn was at school. Sara was an expert liar in the fact she knew how to control her body while not telling the truth. Her voice staid casual while letting some actual concern for Jenny slip through. Though the concern wasn’t actually for the girl’s mouth, but for what will probably run through her head when she wakes up.
Sara buckled her seat belt, checked her rearview mirror to make sure Airyn had done the same, before she pulled away from the parking spot and started heading away from the school. “We’ll call your mom to let her know what’s up, once I get us to a phone.” Sara explained. Hoping that would put the girl more at ease. “Mean while there’s some snacks in the cooler next to you, if you’re hungry.” Oh look. Another nono. Not only was Sara getting a kid to go with her who was a complete stranger, she was hoping they’d accept food from her too. Even though she kept herself completely cool on the outside, on the inside Sara was repeatedly kicking herself.
If Airyn had been enrolled in PAX, this would have never happened.
Sara smiled as the little girl greeted her back. Good. There was recognition there. Sara slowly opened the driver’s side door and unfolded herself out of the seat so she could open the back door for Airyn to climb in. Now what was that baby sitters name? Sara remembered back to the ID she had checked in the baby sitter’s wallet. It read Jennifer but Sara got the impression, from listening to her conversation on the phone, just before the feline had administered the sleepy time gas, that she went by a shorter version.
“Jenny had a last minute emergency. Nothing big, but she called me to pick you up.” Sara explained. If you can call being given knock out gas from something that looked like an asthma inhaler then currently in lala land, hand cuffed in some weird cat lady’s garage and emergency… Yeah I guess that would register as an emergency in most people’s books. “Jenny even leant me her car so I wouldn’t embarrass you in my old beat up station wagon.”
Sara unlatched the car door and opened it so the little girl could climb in the back, here the cooler sat. “After you miss.” Sara said acting like a snoopy limo driver and quite gracefully to the four year old with an elegant movement of her hand.
Sara ran her check list though her mind as she waited for school to get out at Milton’s acadamy. Alexandra’s real baby sitter was currently unconscious and hand cuffed to a bolted ring, in the cement in Sara’s garage. Pumped full of enough knock out gas to keep her asleep until Sara returned Airyn to her proper place. Sara left the poor woman with a blanket and mattress to keep her warm against the cold cement in her garage. Sara had taken the baby sitter’s car as proof that she was the baby sitting replacement. check.
Sara leaned sideways in the drivers seat to look at Katrina’s human illusion in the mirror. Today, Sara had a scarf that pulled her hair back away from her face. Airyn would hopefully recognize her from the day before. Her story? She was the replacement for the baby sitter who had a last minute emergency. check.
In Sara’s pat, her crimes hadn’t been planned. Most of her petty theft had been a last minute decision based on the fact that she simply needed to survive. They weren’t well thought. Out. This plan was well thought out. There was no way that Sara could plead the crime not being premeditated in court. She had checked the school out the night before. Miltons had security cameras at the entrance and a couple around the parking lot, but Sara chose a place that put the angle wrong to get a good view of her face. She had a cooler in the back seat with apple juice boxes, crackers, and cheese sticks in the back seat. A bag of pretzel sticks and sun chips sat at the foot of the passenger seat, left over from the stakeout the night before. Just incase Airyn was lacto intolerant. Sara’s crime was going to be stealing a child. Not denying Airyn good nutrition while she was with her. Double check.
It wasn’t that Sara intended not to get caught for stealing a child for the afternoon. She fully expected it. Alexandra was not an idiot. Her baby sitter would be returned to her either having woken up in Sara’s garage with hand cuffs, or missing a few hours and not remembering picking Airyn up. Not to mention Airyn would no doubt tell her mother that Sara had picked her up. Sara could hide her identity just as easily as she hid from the cameras, but she wanted Airyn to know who she was, when she picked her up. Sara could find a mutant to wipe the child’s memory, but that would take away the purpose as to why Sara was stealing her. Sara wanted her to remember who she met today. So that when Airyn got to the age, that she started asking real questions about her father, she’d be able to know or find out her own answers. If that severed what ever contact Sara had with Alexandra, well then so be it. The woman kept herself away anyways so Sara didn’t see that as a loss.
A man and a woman get together and that’s what it takes to make a baby. That’s biology 101, and knowledge that haunted Sara every day. Sara didn’t know what story Alexandra had told Airyn about her father. If the child thought he was dead or just a dead beat dad. Sam hadn’t always been the best in the dad department seeing as he had been to prison and had a price on his head. But he was a dad, who had been learning to become a father. Lies don’t live forever. Airyn was going to be smart, as crafty as her parents, and Sara was going to open the doors for her truth. For Airyn, and for herself, because no one had done that for her.
Sara ran her fingers through her bangs that stuck out from under the scarf that was wrapped around her head. Her eyes circled the edge of her face to be sure the illusion was still working in full before she looked her illusionary self in the eye. Kidnapping was a serious charge. She was probably ruining her future as a teacher at PAX. She might not be allowed to teach another class or even be in the same room with her students again. Could she live with that?
Children started running out of the school to their respectful rides. Airyn appeared in the crowd as Sara finished her mental list. check
Sara’s illusionary, human, face pulled into a smile and she waved the child over to her. “Hey Airyn.”
“You miss him.” Sara said with out really thinking as Koga finished. It was a statement. Just by the way Koga had stopped talking and sighed. Right up until mentioning his uncle, he was bubbly and talkative. He shut up the minute he spoke of family in his memories.
“The tapping is fine. Actually Luke has been working with me, to locate objects by sound rather than using my eyes. It’s sort of like learning to ride a bike without holding onto the handle bars. Learning to get around. Only I can’t just reach out and grab the handle bars to regain my balance if I start to fall.”
Sara reached out where Koga had tapped out the location of her bottled tea. She lifted it off the table and unscrewed the cap. “Did you learn the trick of drinking from a bottle from your uncle as well? Luke also said he drank from them to avoid spills.” Sara hoped her prodding about Koga’s family was alright. What Sara knew about family was based on memorized definitions and observations from people watching in the park. Few people who talked to her, talked of family, but that didn’t mean Sara didn’t want to learn.
Sara had been lead to a large structure in the middle of the sand, next to the Nile river. Some how she had convinced her escorts to let her and the boy mutant be alone at the temple while they left and did what ever they needed to do for this celebration.
The walls were large, and made of sand blocks that fit so close together Sara couldn’t see what held them there, nor could she see light from one side to the other. Huge columns stood on either side with pictures that told stories, decorating them. Then there was the cats. Tamed lions were chained to the front steps. Possibly used as guards for the temple but they were obviously worshiped. Sara could make out their muscle structure under their fur, but their muscles and strength that she could see, left something to be desired as they lay comfortable at the steps that led to the inside. Too spoiled to be a threat that a wild lion could be.
Once inside, thin cats with thin coats of fur, slender elegant bodies, and big eyes ate off of plates, and rubbed heads with each other as they went on about their feline days. They ignored Sara as she stepped to the back of the temple, looking up at a giant statute of a cat with a thick gold collar. Between it’s large feet lay a single cat, like the others, that watched Sara and her mutant boy with it’s golden lamp like eyes.
“I’ve got a few questions for you and I will know if you lie to me.” Sara told the boy. She sat down on the top step and padded the place next to her for the boy to follow. “Where are my gems?”
The boy stood in front of Sara. Not ready to sit right next to the feline and Sara didn’t push him any further. “I didn’t take your gems. I only took gum and money.”
Sara listened Carefully to his heart beat. She’d heard him lie before and based on the pattern of his heart, his breathing and the rate of his perspiration, he wasn’t lying now. Witch left her with an even bigger problem than what had his mutation done to her. What had happened to her Gems?
“Can,.. .. Can I ask you questions back, Miss Were? Miss Daughter of Bast?” the boy asked. The cat between the statue’s feet suddenly choked and sneezed but Sara could have sworn that the cat was actually laughing at the way the boy addressed her.
“Yes, within reason. And just call me Were.”
“Well Were. Why did you help me back there?” The boy clasped his fingers in front of him as he spoke. Standing straight but his eyes still pointed to the ground. Not right in Sara’s.
Sara sighed and reached out with one hand to lift his chin so his face came even with hers. His eyes flicked up for a second before pointing back down. “I wasn’t going to let you loose a hand for trying to survive. I understand why thieves are thieves, but that doesn’t get you off of the hook either. Now. You know my name. I’d like to know yours.”
“It’s Jack. Jack Squate, Miss Were.”
“Ok Jack Squate. I am aware that you are a mutant as well. I want to know what you did to me, and why people think my name is Bast.”
Jack looked back up into Sara’s eyes for a few seconds as Sara patiently waited for his reply. He sucked in a breath of air to steady himself as if she were about to beat him to a bloody pulp, even though she had just saved his hand. “I’m a time traveler.” Jack suddenly blurted out. When Sara tilted her head then nodded because time traveling made sense, he went on. “I’ve been a time traveler since I was seven but I’m not exactly sure what my age is now. I like skipping back and forth through history and by doing that, it’s sort of a different way of having jet lag because it does mess with your internal clock. When I have passengers they tend to get sea sick. You handled the ride better than others.”
“Really.” Sara mused. To be compared to others and told she’d done better than them on something related to traveling, Sara felt a little proud of herself.
“Before you grabbed me, I was only trying to skip to the day before, but my adrenalin kicked in when I felt your hands on me, and I kicked off of the year 2009 a little too hard, and we landed in Ancient Egypt. They used to,.. .. .. I mean the do worship cats now a days, and that’s what you are. In fact there are many cat gods. You showed up in lower Egypt, the side that has it a bit more rough, and your female, there for, the citizens believe you to be Bast, their goddess of protection and fertility, Miss Were.”
The cat between the large statute’s feet sneezed again and snorted repeatedly. Stopping and sitting straight when Sara glanced over her shoulder at her. “That’s funny.” Sara said, turning back around. “It’s amazing what the people from history will believe. If I told them Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, they’d probably start worshiping eggs.”
Jack shook his head. “No ma’am. Hupty Dumpty wasn’t worth worshiping. I met him in the 800s. Considering he could regenerate his body was really fragile. Falling one too many times really scrambled his brains. That’s what they get for having horses present when they put him back together. Good animals but they like to kick more than help.”
“What?”
“You know. Humpty Dumpty.” Jack said. “Every story has it’s origins in one way or another. Many of them have to do with mutants before man kind really understood what mutants were.”
Sara blinked and her head tilted. “So you’re telling me that there really could have been a Bast?”
“Damn skippy.”
“Watch the swearing.”
“Sorry. Anyways yes. Mutants have been a part of history. It’s just hard to understand exactly how much of history they have been a part of. You see, man kind, especially in the older days, like to blow stories out of proportion, either to stroke their own egos, or to tell better more exciting stories. Think of a projector. You have a slide for a picture that is actually only an inch tall, but when you shine light though it and point it to a wall, the slide’s picture can become huge, though not always in focus. the projection being the myth and the slide being the origins that inspired the myth.”
Jack started to get a little excited as he spoke. His eyes looked as though they glittered and he looked up into Sara’s eyes without her prompting him. “Imagine the mutants, through history, that the Greeks recorded. A Thunder manipulator named Zeus. Hercules’s amazing strength and stamina. Achilles and his weak heal.”
“Ok that’s all good and dandy and fun to know, but since you’re the time traveler why don’t you take us back to 2009?”
Jack’s smile slipped away. “I can’t.”
“What?” Sara’s voice rose and Jack took a step back. “What do you mean you can’t take us back? Being worshiped is fun and dandy and everything but I need to get back to 2009.”
“It’s the candle I had. I have to touch a candle to time skip, and my candle was left in the sand, where we landed. It tends to bury it’s self into the ground when it takes me places. I was going to retrieve it when you grabbed my shoulder and well. You’re scary.”
“Ok. So that makes at least three mutants currently in Egypt.” Sara mumbled as she felt her head swirling and she started to come to. It was obvious the boy she had confronted had some type of mutation. A mutation that had messed with Sara’s body. Her stomach was feeling the way it had when she was on the air plane and her eyes were blurry. The sun was beating down on her fur and with the heat that was against her skin, Sara guessed she’d been laying in the sand for a few minutes.
The boy mutant had landed a few feet away from her and as her eyes focused she saw his chest rise and fall indicating he was breathing. His head rolled and his eye lashes fluttered once before he started to blink and rub at his eyes. That meant he was ok and the minute Sara got to her feet she’d have to start dealing with him again, and get back those gems for her mission.
Sara slowly pushed herself up onto her knees and elbows. The toes on her right foot wiggled, then the twos on her left. Her hands tightened and loosened meaning that her body was whole and in working order. Sara stood all the way up, rubbing the last of the sand out of her eyes, and came face to face with a crowd of men and woman. Sara stared at them and they stared back at her.
Every one was dressed so strangely. Men and woman wore robes of warn fabric. Others wore nearly nothing. Just enough to cover their hips and back sides. One man at the front of the group raised his hand to get the attention of the rest. “All bow, for Bast has returned to us.” And simple as that they all knelt down to their knees. What ever they had been carrying from the harvest in the fields, had been placed on the ground, and their foreheads bowed so low to the ground they could have touched. All moving as one.
This was new… what in the world had that boy mutant done to Sara’s head?
Speaking of the boy, Sara saw him getting up out of the corner of her eye. “Halt!” She shouted. She took a step and her head started to spin again. Bringing her hand up to rub one eye. Before she knew it, the men and woman were looking up. Three of the men had rushed the boy. The first knocked him to the ground and the other two helped to pin him down.
“We have him, Bast.” There was that name again. But Sara was too confused to deny it. The first man continued. “What has he done. We’ll take care of him.”
The boy’s head lifted off of the sand, and he twisted so that his pail face could look back at Sara before his head was shoved back down into the sand. “Well he’s a thief, bu-”
“Done.” the man barked out. Two of the men held the boy down, while one grabbed his hand and pulled out a hunting knife.
This got Sara’s full attention. Forget the fact that there was a large crowd of men and woman bowing to her, she had a kid to save from crazy werecat worshiping people. “Stop!” Sara covered the ground between her and the men. She grabbed the wrist of the hand holding the knife and the other two men hopped away, scooting on their rear ends then kneeling to her again. Crazies. “This boy is a thief, but he is my thief.” Sara slipped into her BS frame of mind as she continued. These people found her important for some reason so what she wanted had to carry some leverage. “The boy is no good to me if he is missing a hand. Now give me the knife.”
Instantly the knife was dropped into Sara’s other hand. The man looked confused, glancing between Sara and the boy on the ground who was looking up again, now that no one was holding his head down. “So this is Bast’s slave?”
“.. .. .. Yes.” Sara wasn’t sure what this man was getting at, her instincts told her to go with their beliefs.
“Bast, it has been generations since new stories of your presents have been made. The stories did not mention you using slaves.” The man bowed his head, and knelt as far down as Sara allowed him to since she was still holding his hand. “Forgive us for our ignorance. Even slaves of Bast should eat well tonight. We must start plans for your celebration and make it twice this year.”
“Indeed.” Sara nodded and released the man who staid as knelt as he could as he backed up “Your temple is this way, Bast.”
The boy had started trying to sneak back to where the two of them had woken up in the sand and Sara grabbed him by the shoulder. “Come on now. We’re going to my temple.”
“But Bast, Miss Were, you don’t understand-“
Sara tightened her grip on the boy’s shoulder to cut him off. “I understand that people want to say my name is Bast, I have a temple, and apparently we’re going to it.. .. .. Now.”
Hares had become Sara’s easiest prey. She just had to walk around where she could smell them. Human’s don’t know it but so much of the wild life stays completely still when you walk by them. Rabbits included. Sara would have passed her first one if it wasn’t for the fact she could smell, and hear them so well. Four times, she flushed hares out, and when they ran, it was a matter of using the spear with the right timing. The first hare had lucked out as Sara’s spear had tangled in the under brush and not in the Hare’s pelt, but the next three fell quick.
She was taking a short break, when Sara thought she heard the heave hooves of a large animal. She turned in curiosity, but where she heard the hooves, she hadn’t found any animal that would match them. In fact there was no animal at all. So before long, Sara’s attention returned to her hunting. She was successful in snagging 5 more hares before the sun sank too far down, and she decided to turn back to camp.
(Hunting trip for GWN starting when people leave to hunt in this thread, then returns there.)
Sara had chosen to go out hunting on foot. She had gained the sled dog’s respect but she still didn’t have their complete trust and in turn, they didn’t have hers either. Sara had a past with dogs that bit. She didn’t need to continue that past. Besides. Her feet were just as capable of getting the job done.
Sara had taken off from the camp at a pace that kept moving between a jog and a run. A set of bow and arrows were tied loosely to her back, and a spear was held in her right hand, where it could be easily accessed as it was propped against the back of her shoulder. Her clawed feet found easy footing in the snow and with the exception of the snow crunching here and there, her movements were nearly silent. Her senses were allowed to roam with her natural curiosity, and between her speed, stealth, and eye sight, she found herself within view of several types of animals before they could get out and away from her path.
Stray Caribou stood bravely on the path about 45 feet in front of Sara when she skidded to a stop. Puffs of air could be seen escaping from Sara’s mouth in the cold, and the same was happening with the pair of Caribou. Had it not been for Sara’s instructions to only take down small game, her spear’s sights would be set on one of them. According to her instincts and the way the larger caribou stood with it’s hip popped rather than with a straight spine, he would be her target.
They snorted at her, before the one with the crooked hip flipped his head and they turned tail, bounding down a head of Sara with the older injured male trailing behind but still to stubborn to let himself become food. Sara had respect for that. Still her friends and her needed food.
(For those of you that do follow what I write, this is a bit of a time jump to after Sara’s ability to see has returned.)
If only Tarin’s sweat had become as noticeable as the dull buzz of electricity running through the lights in a room. Sara’s hearing was sensitive enough to pick up on electricity yet her mind had adjusted enough to ignore it and focus on other sound. Her nose on the other hand. Her nose was being insulted with ever breath she took and had been wrinkled so often during the groups’ travels in Columbia Sara wondered if her face would ever be able to straighten properly again.
The last few weeks had been more than interesting when it came to Sara’s senses. She’d been shot in the head and had woken up blind. Her eyes hadn’t been physically damaged but there was something wrong with the connection to her brain that told the pupils when to contract and when to dilate. Sara was still having difficulties with this, especially when she looked into the sun or any other bright light. Her pupils tended to want to dilate completely down to nearly nothing, again. So that they were those paper thin slits that didn’t let any light in at all, and that seemed to trigger another awareness, of sorts. Sara still couldn’t explain that one, but for that reason she had chosen to wear sun glasses, and had picked up a long sturdy stick that came up to her shoulders. It doubled as a walking stick and allowed her to still navigate the terrain if her sight did leave her again. Sara had avoided telling anyone she was traveling with, that she could become blind at any minute for no apparent reason, and so far, the subject hadn’t come up.
For the rest of her ensemble, Sara had a sports braw that was clearly visible under the spaghetti straps of her tank top. Her hair was pulled back into a French braid, that carefully wound stray strands around her ears so that nothing poked out of place too far. Cargo pants were hugged to her hips thanks to a leather belt that kept set of throwing knives at the small of her back, and a long machete at her left hip. A few packets of beef jerky, and energy bars, plus a change of cloths, had been stuffed into a black back pack.
Sara supposed the group they had was ok. From what she understood of Tarin’s powers he was the obvious choice to come along on this mission, even if she didn’t fully trust him. Apparently his powers also made him dangerous. Something Sara had experienced in three of the four times she had met up with Tarin. The camps break out, the park and Time Square where she’d played a very evil game of Tag and burn with him while waiting and praying for help to arrive. Maybe the psychic was right in telling Sara to stop him in any way she could, but Sara wasn’t a killer. At least that’s what she told herself.
Their other two companions were almost equally as interesting. Sara remembered Lee from the camps. She failed to remember Lee’s exact ability though, if Lee had ever told her. Only that it had to do with the one time Lee had actually touched Sara and the fact she couldn’t remember was more embarrassing than admitting to someone, in mid conversation, that you couldn’t remember their name.
Their last companion was someone Sara had never been introduced to before, but she decided just based on the way he looked, she liked him. He had a horn and a tail. So she wasn’t the only one going on this trip who had to watch slamming doors right behind her. More than once Sara found herself stretching her back, trying to look inconspicuous as she looked up at the horn’s tip. Some how she avoided asking rude questions about him, like if he had trouble walking through door ways, or if he’d ever tried to wear a base ball cap and ended up putting a hole in the brim. Or most importantly, did his neck ever get stiff from the extra weight on his brow, or if his body had adjusted to having a horn on it the way people adjust to the feeling of having long hair, and realize how lighter their head feels when you cut it off.
Sara was just leaning back to look at the tip of the horn again when they entered the village. Automatically Sara heard the different sounds of the doors and windows shutting and then Tarin’s comment. “Hey this is just like home for me. No complaints here.”
"How about we go start with the town hall? If they see that we've helped there, maybe the locals will be more open."
Sara nodded, drawing her attention away from the tip of the horn and over to Tarin and Lee. “I’ll follow where ever you guys want to start working, but it would be nice if there was an elevated vantage point I could check out while we start.”
