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.
Sara sort of smirked as he said she was right. of course she was right. She knew she was right. If only more people listened to her. “You’re one of the rare ones.”
"You helped me a lot tonight Sara, More then you could ever imagine, I don't know how to thank you."
“Don’t thank me. All I said was my opinion.” If Sara’s opinion was anything else, she could be just as unhelpful as helpful. Even a royal pain in the tail side. “I’ve got to go too. Watch your back, be safe” Sara said as she turned with the tip of her tail flicking, and started walking to her home for the night.
Sara was caught between two moments. The fist fight with this guy who she didn’t even really know why she was fighting other than the fact that he hit her with an 8 ball and that part of her head hadn’t healed yet. And the SUV seen, with the driver just trying to get out, while the girl she’d been wanting to smack around some more, was struggling with holding the SUV still.
Speaking of the dude… His fist connected solidly with Sara’s cheek bone and eye, and forcing her to make a decision in her distracted state. One that probably cost the driver his life, as Sara’s neck muscles flexed with the jab. Adding to the different pains and aches Sara shouldn’t still be feeling.
Her full attention was snapped right back on him. Realizing as Sara’s eye blinked and worked to refocus that some of the joke was on him. He punched the side of the face that Jenny had thrown Vomit on.
Her good eye saw the round house kick coming, and instead of stepping back, Sara took a step, right back towards him. Her upper body turned so that she was blocking the kick to her side, with her for arms. Showing the speed she’d been lacking when the punch came. Her left arm slid over his right leg, so she was keeping it close to her side, then in a sliding step she slid her leg around the achilles heal of the leg he was still standing on. With her free arm, Sara aimed to ram her elbow into his gut.
“A need to land on ones feet is a need to be entirely too predictable.”
Sara really wasn’t hungry. She knew by all means that she should be. Because when her arms went down by her sides she could feel her ribs against her elbows. The fact that her body was still loosing nutrients as fast as it was meant that it was still healing. Still trying to fix what had gone so wrong. It had been since the camps, that Sara had gotten this thin, because of her mutation.
"I wish I could say it was my own concotion but I'm afraid I have to give credit to one of the many cookbooks I've collected over the years. I may have tweaked it slightly but overall it is someone else's recipe."
Sara stirred her spoon around the bowl, mixing the cheese around even more as she sat there and thought. Even though Sara was still healing, would that be enough to get her sight back? Or was she going to have to learn brail? Because she remembered back in Luke’s apartment when she picked up a brail dictionary Raina had bought, that her digits had trouble discerning the different raised dots.
Sara’s breath shook as she sucked in a sigh with that last thought and she chose to distract herself with the cheese in the food. Stirring her spoon, she remembered how she used watch hot cheese stretch on pizza, and she imagined the cheese in the mac’n cheese doing the same thing. Her spoon moved in a figure eight, and she knew the cheese was making the same sort of shape as she forced the different blobs to distort, to stretch around the bits of macaroni, and stretch into the next blob that then repeated to pattern until, Sara finally lifted a spoon full up. Where the cheese would stretch as well, reaching toward the ceiling, before snapping and cracking like a whip back down. Sara took her first bite.
"Good... cheesy."
“Yeah.. .. ..” Sara agreed as they fell back into silence, and she went back to slowly drawing shapes in the cheese and macaroni, with her spoon until Luke broke the silence again.
"I've been training with a new mutation that manifested itself."
Sara took a bite of her food just as Luke was saying this. A good thing too because the first thing that came to her mind, probably would have been blurted out. Oh that’s lovely, I loose something and you gain something.
"Apparently I can do focused sonar blasts that actually do damage. I haven't been able to control it yet but I'm working."
Luke was being nice and they were getting along, and Sara needed to hold her tongue. To bottle up her thoughts that wanted to just jump out because she was trying to be nice. Even in this time when she lost something she relied on so much. Sara had no idea how she was going to work, now, nor what was going to become of her.
“That’s great.” The words probably came out more dry than they sounded like they should be in Sara’s head. “I hope this means you won’t be mopy anymore. If you get mopy, I’ll probably punch you.” That is, if Sara could get her aim right.
Sara gave Luke’s hand a squeeze back when he squeezed her hand. Why? She didn’t really know. She was always so terrible to the man. Even right now, she still had the usual thoughts in the back of her mind, but they were being over powered by the thought of her eyes. Her eyes were the closest reason she could come up with to squeeze Luke’s hand back. Even if the squeeze wasn’t hard, it felt like it proved Sara was still going to fight this. That she could heal her own sight, if she could do something as simple as squeeze Luke’s hand.
The muscles in her jaw tightened, and her teeth clenched. Seen easily even from under her fur. Lets face it. She really didn’t have a lot of hope. ”Take your time.” Sara mumbled at Luke’s disappearing foot steps. She didn’t care if he heard her or not.
Slowly Sara gave into what she’d been holding in since Doc Prof first said, the lights were on. One breath after another was sucked in becoming ragged, and when she tried to hold herself still, the breath wouldn’t move till it burst out of her lungs. Making her shake and the inside of her throat tighten.
Being left alone, was a relief, because she hated people seeing this state she was in. Tears had started running down the fur of her face. Following the darker markings that curved from the corner of her eye, down to the corner of her mouth, till either dropped off of her face, onto her knees, or they slipped into Sara’s mouth. With the dry taste of salt. So that not only was she mocked by the sound of her breathing (Sara was too stubborn to call the sounds she made sob) the drip of the IV, The feel of her eyes burn and the fur on her face becoming matted with wet salt. The smell of the Meds Doc Prof used, mixed with snot. The lack of the sense she cherished the most, but also taste. The taste of the tears hit home hard. The one sense Sara thought she was safe from having hurt.
Sara wiped her eyes with the fur on the back of her hands. Then shifted so that her feet were dangling off of the side of the bed. Doc Prof said she needed rest, but resting was the last thing she could let her body do. Because the blind thing wasn’t how her body worked. If it was going to heal, it would have by now. Doc Prof was just an idiot after all. Sara thought to herself as she went to move her arm, and found the weight of the IV tube dangling from where it had healed into her arm.
See. Right there was her proof that Doc prof was an idiot. Her fist clenched and she remembered the first time she’d been here in the infirmary. He gave her an IV and the same thing happened. Sara healed to it. The fact that Doc Prof didn’t have a choice in trying to get fluid back in Sara didn’t occur to her. Just the fact that he repeated the mistake did, with something that intensely bothered her. She made a fist, and yanked at the IV The tubing went taunt and the stand on wheals just moved a few feet, while Sara’s face twisted. Ok that was stupid but so was Doc Prof. she’d had a stupid healer messing around in her head. Maybe this blindness was his fault. Sure Sara had been shot in the head, but he was there with tools soon after wards. He could… he could… hehehe…
“Gharrrr.” Sara’s head ached not just from the back, but her entire face. Sinus cavity, everything as the muscles in her cheeks burned.
She was just a mess.
At least she could right one thing that had been done to her that night. The dip of her right index claw extended, and like she had done the time before, she cut the IV free from her other arm. The tip of her claw following so close to the rubber tubing she might as well of been able to see, even if everything was being done by feel. That done, Sara flung the IV hose back at the IV stand. Then kicked the stand hard enough to send it careening into the wall, where it bounced then was knocked to the floor.
Sara then slipped off of the bed, and onto her feet. This was going to be interesting. She just wanted to wash the salt off of her face but she wasn’t going to call for help. This was just a matter of finding a sink and Sara found sinks hundreds of times in her life before now. There was a sink in the room… right? Because all these medical rooms need sinks. It’s like a medical room code. Or Law… something.
Her hand slid down the railing of the bed towards the area where her head had been reasting till she found the wall. Then she started following that. Her head tilted. And her breathing shook a little less now that she was giving her mind something to do other than mope. Something she could do. Side step, wall slide, side step, wall slide. A counter that protruded out from the wall knocked Sara in the side when her latest step came too fast, and she winced. Her hnds moved down, and she made a mental note. Counter 3 feet from bed. She thought as her hands slid across the smooth surface and over went a glass jar of cotton balls. Sara tracked the Jar across the counter by sound, and reflexively grabbed it before it shatters. Replacing it quickly on the counter. Another step sideways and Sara found the end of the room. The process was repeated on this wall till she discovered a lower counter, with a cabnet above it she knocked her head into, and the rooms sink.
Not sure what nozzle was hot and what was cold, Sara turned them both on and washed her face. This not seeing thing had to pass.
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
By the time, Sara heard Luke’s foot steps down the infirmary hall, she’d been around the room twice. Because moving felt better than sitting still and realizing exactly what her tears tasted like. Because of this, Verious things had been knocked down. The IV stand still lay on the floor and had been kicked no more than 5 times, a box of rubber gloves had been knocked off of a counter, by Sara’s tail, as had the cotton balls on the counter, and Sara had revisited the sink. Discovering the hard way that the left dial made some really hot water when you only spun that one.
"Sorry it took so long. They had some boxed mac 'n cheese but I thought home made sounded much better. After all, if we're gonna have a midnight snack then let's do it right!"
“And here I asked for something I thought would be easy because it came in a box.” Sara was seated back in the bed as if she hadn’t gotten up at all. Though the mess she made would say other wise.
Sara sat still on the bed, as Luke went on and on about the wonders of bottled water, and put things into Sara’s hands for her. Did he really have to do this? Talk and teach Sara as if this blind thing wasn’t going to pass. Ok it may not. Doc Prof hadn’t given her any statistics beyond saying it was possible. But wasn’t it Luke’s job here to think positively? He wanted to help right? So teaching Sara about being blind, he shouldn’t need to do right? Because he was just all that full of that wonderful hope that was most definitely going to solve everything.
“Thank you.” Sara said taking the bowl, and then the bottled water. “It smells lovely.” After all. Sara couldn’t tell him the food looked good now, Could she.
Head lights were approaching and growing brighter when…
“Watch out Sheila!”
Bacchus’s warning came a split second too late… THWAMPED! The 8 ball bounced off of the back of Sara’s head and she stumbled forward. The pool cue clattered to the road. Her head bowed and her right hand instantly reaching to massage the new lump. The head lights were getting brighter, and all Sara could think was to get out of the way. Bacchus would be fine, since Sara hadn’t put together that Jacen made powers fail, but herself.. well. She didn’t could heal from being hit by a car, but healing hurts.
Sara spun on her heals, then twisted her body around. Her body leaned forward like a linebacker, and she moved to tackle lover boy to the ground, and consequently out of the way. Her, slender, shoulder aimed for his midsection. They Hit the ground and Sara rolled onto her elbow, pushing her self away from the dirty cement. Her other hand shot forward, so fast all one could see was a blur, as she aimed a punch across the man’s jaw. She pushed her knees under her and then her feet. The arm she punched with was held up defensively. The other, Sara rubbed the back of her head. Finding something sticky. Odd… he must of hit her harder than she thought. She should be healed by now. Mutant with added strength? Sara wondered to herself as she fell back into a low boxing style stance. Chancing a glance at her hand with her blood.
“… Don’t call me kitty cat, Sweetums.” Out of the corner of her eye she watched as Bacchus slowed the car to a stop. Then threw the car and Sara could see the driver still behind the wheal. No! .. .. ..
Sara was a little relieved that at least Luke was understanding. She wanted to be alone even though she squeezed Luke’s hand back, when he took hers. She wanted to look strong, even if on the inside she was falling apart. She had to hold it together long enough to be alone. She knew Luke was still there, but she still curled her legs up to her chest. Hugging them so she could rest her chin over her knees. She thought things would be quiet between her and Luke, but when Doc Prof left, but Luke kept talking.
"Well, at least this means I don't have to worry about you cracking any blind jokes for a little while."
“yeah…” And if any one else ever insulted Luke’s blindness again, Sara was likely to take it personally.
"Of course, once you get your vision back it'll be right back to normal so I better enjoy it while it lasts."
Did she really make fun of Luke that much? Gah! She’d been stupid. Sort of like the night before.
"Hungry? If I remember correctly this healing stuff takes a lot out of you. As I remember it, the mansion has a pretty well stocked kitchen. I can whip up something I'm sure."
The truth was Sara wasn’t hungery. Even though she could actually feel her own ribs under the paper gown she’d been dressed in, and under her fur, she decidedly wasn’t hungry. But food wasn’t a bad thing. Maybe it would take Luke a while to fix something. Maybe he’d have trouble navigating the x-men’s kitchen. You know, because he couldn’t see, and… Oh lord…
Sara sucked in a ragged breath, and she mentally smacked herself. Was she really that terrible?
“I’d love a mac and cheese, or something.” Sara sighed.
Sara was hearing this information, but her head was processing it so much slower than it felt like it should take. Sara’s eyes had no damage. That was a good thing. That meant she should see, but her brain had damage. She had brain damage… That was sort of hard to process.
She’d never thought of things being able to take this course with her body. It had always just healed perfectly fine. No matter what happened, and how was this brain damage? Weren’t people with brain damages supposed to have trouble thinking? Talking? Moving? Sara’s toes wiggled under the sheet and she was positive that she felt the fabric of the sheet slide across the fur on her feet normally. But she couldn’t look to see the normal movement. Or was this the way things worked? Did someone with brain damage think they were doing things normally when they actually weren’t?
” I can run a few more tests and scans to see if there's anything else going on in your brain but quite honestly the best bet is to just leave it alone and give it time to heal."
Sara pulled herself up into a seated position. She didn’t like just laying down with this information. Sara’s body had just fought for her life, and it occurred to Sara that she felt like she had been slugging it out with someone for hour. Like she should still be slugging it out. “So that’s all right now?
"Rest, rest, and more rest is your prescription. After that kind of trauma I would expect you to have some sort of head pain as well. Do you need an asprin or anything?"
She shook her head as her face was set dead a head at the foot of her bed. “No. Pain killers don’t work on me.” Sara said softly. Her throat was tight, and she was trying to hide the different in her voice.
Ok. So Sara was laughed at. Like she shouldn’t of expected that. She was a cat, and she was sort of sitting on three dogs. “Har har har.” She said at Sam’s comment about not letting her live it down if she lost. To Luke’s about then needing the dogs it was just a simple “They started it.” Story of Sara’s life.
Star just had to add to it. The pup came up and nuzzled against Sara’s leg when everything was said and done. Giving a little yip. Sara reached out and gave Star a pat on the top of the head. “Don’t you start with me too.” She said as she gave him the last peace of caribou she’d salvaged from the meal the night before. This seemed to baffle Sara’s dog team even more.
Things were soon packed up again. Sara left her turtle neck off this time, so she could shift her weight comfortably on the skies of the sled, without the distraction of her fur being pulled the wrong way. Her vest was put on over the tank top with the zipper half way up.
When they were off. Sara took the second spot. Right behind Raina. Taking the opportunity to listen to the voice commands and how he handled the dogs. Her second position also allowed her to scan the terrain ahead for possible trouble, as her eyes adjusted to the bright light reflected by the snow. Other than that, all Sara had to do was enjoy the ride.
When they came to a stop, it almost seemed like too soon. She imitated Raina, in giving her team water, and then helping to un pack the supplies. The snow shoes sort of caught her eye and she wondered if she’d be able to fashion them to stay on her feet. Walking around in deep know was going to be a little bit of a challenge for her, compared to walking around in normal New York City snow. Her feet put more pressure down in one area, so she sank a little deeper. Good for landing a kick in a fight not good for trying to walk normally in really deep snow or on ice.
Sara curiously investigated the fishing poles and the chisel for the ice, as they were up packed. She’d never done that type of fishing before… The spears. Now there was something Sara knew… Sort of… She was moving past the fishing equipment onto investigating the spears, when she heard the dogs coming up fro the distance. “We’ve got more company.” She said softly. She waited long enough to see things weren’t going to be a problem, then settled for being a piece of the back ground when everything was calm. Listening quietly about the whale hunt. “Yup definitely sounds like it’s up Sam’s alley.” She said as she was passing Luke. Sara supposed her little contest with Sam would have to happen after he returned from the whale hunt. Besides. Getting food was more important. They needed it and so did the dogs.
Sara’s right ear twitched as she watched the girl back pedal away from them, after she said what she did. Yeah it hurt, but Sara dealt with it every day. She sort of pitted this James. He obviously was still getting used to it.
The girl turned and Sara watched her go. Keeping a protective and slightly disappointed eye on her as she disappeared into one of the buildings. In her peripheral vision, she could see other people watching the girl as well, from the comfort of their own apartments. Someone would be very stupid to try anything on her at this very moment.
"We aren't monsters."
“Get used to it or choose to hide.” Sara grumbled. She was a little sick of this. What did he expect? A medal? Human’s just don’t have their own beliefs and it’s hard to get past things, when people know they believe something.
"Well, that went very well. Remind me why I helping humans is a good thing, and I won't be so angry at myself right now."
Sara shrugged. “Would you have felt worst just letting her get mugged, attacked, or other things? Even knowing her reaction. If your answer is no, then I have no idea why you helped. If it’s yes, then there’s you answer.” She shrugged again and started walking down the street to her chosen home for the night.
It seemed Sara had interrupted something. She glanced at Slade trying to decide if she was reading that odd mechanical face of his right. He didn’t seem pleased but that wasn’t something to get into in front of the child.
“I suppose that could be a good school for her.” Sara said. Though she personally didn’t have any connections, or interest to Milton’s. “Have you ever thought about PAX academy?” Sara asked.
Sara glanced at Airyn and then at Slade, wondering if he was sensing the sly plan, Sara was hatching and playing out as she spoke. “PAX has about everything you could want. Day Care programs, head start, K-12…” Not to mention a plethora of other programs and projects. “I’m a teacher there myself. English and Art.”
"Once you're feeling better how about we do a joint hunting trip. I'd love to get a chance to... meet the person that shot you."
Sara let a couple of stiff laughs out. “Yeah… you bet.” Was she really going to tell Luke who shot her? Sara hadn’t really decided on that yet. One thing was for sure, She wasn’t taking the chance of Luke going after someone, Sara had misjudged. Ok that sealed it. No telling Luke.
Sara finished shifting in the bed, trying to make herself comfortable when Doc Prof came in. Sara kept expecting the lights to come on, and in stead there was just silence as she new doc was standing there. knew he wasn’t reaching for a light switch and then knew he was approaching Sara’s infirmary bed and reaching in his pocket with the ruffle of his sleeve.
"The lights are on."
She could sense doc Prof’s close proximity to her, and when his hand went towards her face an inch from her fur her head jerked back. She didn’t completely retreat, but she didn’t like hearing things and being in a medical place, then having any sort of medical tool around her. “No the lights can’t be on.” Every nerve in Sara’s body stiffened and she hated this even more as Doc Prof shined the little do-hicky in her eye, moved it off to the side, then back, looking through the back. Then to the other eye. Twice Sara pulled her face back when he tried to steady her by touching her chin. Sara’s eyes didn’t change. The pupils staid as slits that were so narrow they might as well of been drawn by a sharp pencil.
Mean while her head still hurt. And fighting Doc Prof wasn’t helping. Because there was now a dull ach in the back, and in the front around her eyes.
(And permission to go right back to the original order.)
Now free of the other blonde’s date, Sara was making her way to Jenny, who was now, apparently giving off a light show. Oh this was going to be interesting. Despite the electricity that was clearly coming off of Jenny, Sara walked closer so that she was standing over the other girl. Weather the other girls saw her or not, was another question. Jenny had hair in her eyes.
Although hair or no hair it seemed she was still up for more of a fight. Sara may have thrown the first pool ball, but Jenny Threw the first punch. A punch that Sara saw coming as her arm holding the pool cue rose to block from the inside Jenny’s arm. Shocks went from Jenny to Sara, though they weren’t the strength that her old camp arm band use to put through her. Sara’s jaw tightened her muscles twitched, and she aimed a Jab for Jenny’s left eye. Mean while Jenny had a stealthy Vomit attack that nearly snuck up on Sara. She weaved to the side as putrid puke flew at her face, but wasn’t completely fast enough as barf speckled her right cheek, ear, and hair.
“B****!” Sara spat out. The pool cue in her hand spun and she aimed to smack jenny across the ribs with it just before Bacchus broke them up and pulled Jenny out of the bar. Sara was grumbled a few choice thing under her breath as she desperately whipped at the side of her face with the fur on the back of her hand. She followed Bacchus and Jenny outside. Pool cue still in hand.
Sara felt Luke’s sonar sweep over here. That thing always gave her the heeby jeebies. Then frowned when she felt his hand on hers to stop her from pulling out the IV, witch had already healed into her.
"You're still weak Sara. Maybe those should stay in."
“I really don’t want to be hooked up to anything.” Nonetheless, Sara let the tubs be. She’d just remove things when Luke wasn’t watching… not that you could call what he did watch. “I shouldn’t need this.” Sara settled back against the bed. her head shifted, then flinched. Normally she never woke up in pain. Things had finished healing and what ever pain there was, had passed.
"You're in the mansion infirmary, in case you were wondering."
Yeah… ok… Sara had woken up here once before. She mentally swore at the Doc Prof for the IV. He’d seen her trouble with them before. He said he wouldn’t put another one in her. “Can you turn the lights on?” What a funny question. Sara didn’t exactly understand how her eyes weren’t seeing, but she needed light. It was just so another one of her senses could confirm that the rest of her senses were. That Luke was telling her the truth. And maybe looking around would help too.
"Do you remember anything about what happened?"
Now there was an odd question. Sara sighed as she thought that over. The night before she met up with that old i-pod man. They pushed a few of each others buttons, and… Sara’s legs shifted under the sheet Doc Prof had put over her, and she pulled her legs up, as she shifted to her side.
“I was shot.” By a human of all things. Not just any human. One who could barely breath or walk. There was a mix of feeling there. One of being insulted. Another that she’d let herself get so weak. “Please, the lights.”
That was probably the best response Sara could expect. The girl had no idea how things actually worked in the world of mutants and humans, nor did she seem to care.
James had tried to add to Sara’s reasoning, but the girl still seemed to be having troubling buying things. Sara leaned back against the bench with her arms crossed. “Again, I say you can take things how ever you want to take them, kid. But if you’re really that tired and want help getting home, tell us.”
Her tail flicked back and forth as it dangled over the side of the bench. “If you want to make it home on your own, it seems you have people watching you now. You could make it home.” Sara said with a glance at the people that were now staring at them from their windows.
As always Sara’s eyes fluttered as she slipped back into the land of the living. Her ears flicked back and forth first, listening to the different sound of the infirmary. There was the tang of blood and rubber, and plastic, and then the stench of meddison. It took Sara laying there a moment, to place the other smell in the room. Luke? Since when was Luke there when Sara was sleeping?.. Creepy…
And why was Sara sleeping on a bed in the same room as Luke?.. Creepier…
Sara tried to open her eyes but who ever had placed her on the bed must have covered them with some sort of light weight cloth. Or maybe the lights were off in the room and they had no windows. Sara’s hand slowly reached up to her face and she rubbed her eyes. The same eyes that had nothing but thread thin slits against the rest of her amber eyes. No cloth of blind fold. Sara decided the lights must have been out.
“Hey.” Sara said to with a dry voice. The movement of her arm made the tubs of an IV slip across the side of the bed and Sara started sliding her other arm down the tub to where it connected with her. Intending to try and pull it out.
