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.
Stupid, it was all so stupid. Even when they stopped swinging fists, they couldn't keep from arguing. The mansion is safe. No it isn't. Yes it is. Nuh-uh. Uh-huh. Stupid. Katrina glared at them both through teary eyes. Why were they both so stubborn?
She was so busy glaring that she didn't anticipate Sam half ramming into her and scooping her up and carrying her off toward the mansion in a fireman's carry. It surprised her more than it hurt and before she knew it, her body was stretched out across his shoulders with an arm and a leg dangling, one each, to the front and back as if she was a cat wrapped around his shoulders. What was he thinking of? How did he not realize what a bad idea that was? He could hardly even walk.
“What are you doing? You...”
That was as far as she got before they both tumbled to the hard icy ground in a pile of twisted limbs and shards of ice armor. He went down with his injured side first, also, consequently, the side where Katrina's head was cradled, albeit protestingly, against his shoulder. She closed her eyes when the ground came rushing up toward her. The world spun around her, gravity all confused as to who should be on the top and who should be on the bottom. Then, everything was still again.
Katrina lay sprawled on the ground next to Sam, her whole body aching with bruises from the hard ground, and stinging with cuts from shards of ice armor. She tried to sit up, but only ended up wrenching her arm that was pinned under Sam. White hot pain shot up her entire arm that made the cuts and bruises feel like mere scratches and bumps. Apparently moving that arm was a bad idea.
“Sam? Get off okay,” the thirteen year old plaintively asked through clenched teeth. The ice elemental didn't respond. “Sam?” Katrina rolled toward him, shaking his shoulder with her free arm. Her hand came away bloody. She wasn't sure whose blood it was. “Sam!” Her voice was shaky. Why didn't he wake up?
“G-Geo!” Her desperate cry for help was halfway between a yell and a sob. She was panicked. Injured, trapped, helpless, and worried beyond all rational thought. She couldn't tell what was wrong with him. Someone had to help them both. They just had to.
Once again the battle surrounded her. Explosions and shouts echoed across the grounds. The pillar that had been her haven and her cage for a short time retracted into the ground. Talon like pillars snapped upwards, spearing several of the ice golems. Katrina hoped that Sam didn't suffer when his ice statues were hurt. She wasn't a doctor, but she was fairly certain he couldn't take much more.
>>>“Look I don’t want to fight him...”
Where had Geo disappeared to, though? Sam was at least listening now, if she could figure out where Geo had gone maybe she could stalk some sense into him, too.
>>>”but I am going to protect this house and everyone who calls this place home.”
Boys. They could get so noble. Didn't they realize that nobility and bravery meant nothing if you didn't live through it? He sounded like another boy she knew, who had been so gung ho about fighting in the front lines for the resistance. Where was he anyway? Katrina craned her neck and looked around everywhere, but didn't see him.
>>>“Only a flesh wound, Doc will fix me up as soon as this is over and I promise I won’t kill your friend…”
Katrina stared at him, all visual scanning for the earth elemental ceased for the sake of giving Sam an incredulous stare. That was so not reassuring.
Of course, as soon as she stopped looking for him Geo reappeared, smashing through the last two ice sculptures like a drill that would pierce the heavens. He slid a bit and stumbled on the ice, but his furiousness was not at all diminished with his dignity.
>>>"Leave her alone!"
See? He was just trying to protect her. That proved her right, so now Sam could make the peace between them.
>>>“Rock Head!”
Or he could shout insults. That was a great way to make enemies like you.
>>>“it seems Katrina is under the impression that you're a friend of hers and is trying to protect her, if that is the case let me take her back to the mansion and then you can leave and I can forget this ever happened.”
Insults and threats. This just got better and better. As if he thought he actually could continue fighting Geo, if the earth elemental didn't cooperate. Clearly, he was injured, beyond injured. There was no way Sam should even be standing, with blood oozing inside his armor and bones sticking out, splinted only with icicles.
“Oh. Like that will help,” Katrina shot back at him and tried to get in front of the iced over boy. Clearly he needed her protection, he was just asking for another attack. Even if they hadn't already been fighting, she wouldn't have been surprised if Geo would have swung a punch towards his face.
>>>“Our if you would rather,” ... “Kat go back to the mansion, stay close to the wall till you get away from all the fighting…”
That was about the point when he completely stopped making sense. Go back inside, and let these two hard headed idiots duke it out until one or both of them passed out or died? There was a snowball's chance of survival in the core of the sun that she was listening to that suggestion.
“Fat chance! You go inside! You're the one that needs the doctor, Sam.”
>>>“Please Kat…I promise I won’t hurt your friend anymore then I have to…”
And that was the last straw.
“Any more than you have to?! You don't have to hurt him at all! I'll just ask him, look,” Katrina would have raised her voice to address Geo too, but since she was already yelling it wasn't really necessary. “Geo, Sam is a friend too. Everyone who lives here are my friends. We didn't do anything to you, so just go home. Come back and visit sometime when you don't feel like you have to smash everything in sight, okay? We'll go to the movies or something, okay?” There were tears in her eyes and her voice carried the slightly higher pitch that signaled the tears were close to spilling out. She was getting desperate, and hysteria was close around the corner. If only she could turn this around from a fight to the death into a normal conversation. If she could get Geo to listen, maybe he could get all the other attackers to leave, too.
“I just don't want any of my friends to get hurt. Just go home. Sam can't take one more hit. You'll kill him if you keep this up. Do you really want that? Is that really your goal? Because that's what's going to happen. You'll just fight and fight and fight- you all will- until people start to die. Just take everyone and go home. End this.”
Katrina just stood there, tears now streaming down her cheeks. What ever was going to happen next depended on two hard headed individuals. Could they thaw out their hearts long enough to listen to her plea?
“And we could have weather manipulators telling us the weather reports, and psychics doing the news! We could have super strength construction workers and speedy mail carriers! It would be so cool! And saving people is good too. We should have mutant police officers and stuff.”
Couldn't mutants already get jobs like that? Probably not without hiding their identity, Katrina reasoned. What about mutants who couldn't hide, though? What were they supposed to be when they grew up? Katrina wasn't sure what she wanted to be, but she suddenly felt lucky that she could hide that she was a mutant if she wanted to. Then, she felt guilty for feeling that way. What about her friends, like Abyss and Kaz, who couldn't hide their mutations? What did they do for a living anyway?
Fausto had started talking about his dad and books while she was daydreaming about jobs. Apparently he had been a fan of pirates. Her own father was more a fan of politics, but really, pirates and politicians amounted to about the same thing; thieves and bandits.
“I mostly like fantasy novels, and history books, and astronomy, and mythology. Actually, I guess there's a lot I like. I don't get much of a chance to read for fun though, during the school year. They give too much homework this year. I think it is to make up for so many kids not having school last year because of Registration. They're trying to cram two years into one, it seems like.”
Katrina blinked when Fausto offered to carry her backpack for her. That was mighty chivalrous, as well as unexpected. She had no option but to let him. Walking down the hall was much easier, and her back was much straighter once she didn't have the heavy books weighing her down. Fausto seemed to be struggling, though. He was looking at the floor as if it was really difficult to carry them. Katrina frowned, at least she was used to the weight by now.
“Are you sure you want to carry that? I could at least take a few things out of it for you.”
Although, they were almost back to her room now. Then, it would be afternoon, sweet freedom! As long as it wasn't Wednesday. She really didn't think it was, so she wasn't going to worry about it.
“So, what did you want to do now that you've attended your half a class for the day? Did you have anything in mind?”
“Hi Gabe! I'm Katrina. I'm also in the doghouse, I think. Could you help us track down all the pups that escaped?” Katrina found looking at Gabe to be a welcome relief, because it was easier to avoid looking at Sam in his towel.
>>>"Dude, I'll help you find your other pets, but you might wanna get dressed before you go running through the mansion to find them."
Gabe obviously agreed. It's not that Sam was hard on the eyes or anything like that. It was just the thought that Sam wasn't hard on the eyes that made the poor innocent thirteen year old flush each and every tint and shade of red distinguishable to the human eye.
>>>“I’ll change after I get the pack back, the longer I take the more trouble they get into, sides this towel isn’t going anywhere…”
Katrina's face found yet another shade of red it hadn't yet been as she turned to stare at Sam in disbelief, then quickly turned away again. “Let's hurry,” she coaxed the two boys and rushed ahead of them down the hall towards where a miniature German Shepherd was taunting them at the corner. She was just in time to hear a shriek coming from a room down the hall. She turned the corner a bit faster than she meant to and had to scramble not to fall. Two puppies she hadn't even seen yet trotted out of a doorway after the black and white husky. Seeing the teen barreling toward them, they turned tail and fled in the opposite direction.
Were the animals multiplying? What was with all these dogs all over the place?
A dark skinned woman dashed out of the room after the dogs right before the blonde teen had reached the door, so that Kat had to swerve out of her way to avoid hitting the woman. Katrina thought her name was Ari or something like that. She'd seen her at supper a few times, but they hadn't really crossed paths other than that.
“Where did those dogs come from? I thought there were only four!”
After the appearance and disappearance of the dogs and the cat, the next being to emerge from the doorway was a towel clad Sam. Katrina went from being surprised to being embarrassed in six seconds. Sure, she'd seen Sam without a shirt on before, but never with just a towel. She apparently had just interrupted him after a shower.
“Uhh, yeah, the kitten got out too.” Katrina blushed deeply, but let Sam give her a hand up. “I'm really sorry, Sam.” For letting the dogs out and seeing him in a towel. “They kind of went every which way. I'll help you catch them again.”
Down the hallway, a man with tousled dark blonde hair was leading one of the puppies toward them with a makeshift leash, a belt threaded through his collar. Katrina didn't recognize him, but used the opportunity to look away from Sam and his scantily clad state. She waved and called to the newcomer.
“Down here! Thanks for finding him again.” She set off down the hallway to take the leash from him and return the pup to Sam's room. “Well, that's one down. We still have three more to go, plus a cat. I really didn't mean to let them out. I thought that Bruce- a different dog- was trapped in the room by accident. I didn't know we had so many puppies running loose around here too.”
The thirteen year old was trying to pull the dog back towards the room, but he didn't really want to go back that way. He was also big enough now that his weight was becoming substantial enough to counteract the slim thirteen year old's. Katrina leaned and tugged and the dog yanked and pulled in the opposite direction. It seemed they were at an impasse.
As Kat watched the ice spread over the rock, a voice came from up above her. It was an ice armored Sam, come to her rescue! He jumped down from up above and shattered what was left of the pillar wall. In the close quarters, it was plainly obvious that the ice elemental was in serious need of a healer. The inside of his ice armor was bloody and in one place Katrina could even see part of his bone.
“Wait,” Katrina pleaded before Sam got to far ahead. “Please, listen. That earth elemental, he's my friend from the resistance. I... I think he was trying to protect me. Please don't hurt him.”
Katrina put a hand on his arm. It was ice cold and made her fingers tingle. “Please, you have to end this. You are injured and I don't want anyone to get hurt any more.” Katrina looked at him with sad eyes. She had to make him understand that fighting was not the solution to this problem. It was all a big misunderstanding.
It was a weird feeling, waking up from a nap in the middle of the afternoon. It seemed to the thirteen year old like she had been asleep for hours, but her clock told her that it had been closer to one. The sleepy illusionist wandered out her door the the restroom down the hall. She was not one of the fortunate few to have her own bathroom. Maybe in a few years, when she was old enough to live in the adult hallway she'd have her own. Although, by that time she'd be going to college or possibly even living on her own.
On the way back from the bathroom, Katrina heard a scratch on the inside of one of the bedroom doors. It sounded like a dog was trapped inside. Did Bruce accidentally get stuck in someone's bedroom without their noticing?
“Bruce? Is that you?” Katrina whispered quietly to the door, then listened to see if everyone's favorite Rottweiler was actually inside. A moment after her question, there was a small answering whine from the other side of the door. The poor thing was trapped! That was easily fixed, if only someone with opposable thumbs came along and operated doorknobs for those unfortunate animals who did not possess such remarkable digits.
Katrina turned the door handle and one second too late realized her mistake when not one large dog, but four rapidly growing dogs erupted from the doorway, knocking her over in their exuberance and excitement at being free. There were flashes of various browns, blacks, and white furs as four puppies flashed past (and over) her and each ran a different direction.
Katrina stared after them from her seat on the floor, wide eyed with surprise on her face, “Oops.”
A tabby kitten emerged from the door, tail held high with perfect dignity, as she waltzed out of the room after her rambunctious young siblings.
------------------------------------------------------------ FYI, these are Cold Steel's pets: Cammie, tabby kitten Thor, male, black and white husky puppy Mackenzie, female, Golden Retriever puppy Bruno, male, brown and white (with black ears), St. Bernard puppy Roxxie, female, black and tan, German Shepherd puppy
>>>"I am Kasumi Thank you so much." >>>"You may call me Peter Nenroa. Im a mutant of rather peculiar talents."
Someone else, Peter he called himself, came over to talk to Kasumi. He started doing a rather alarming experiment that was the opposite of professor Moody's dark arts demonstration in which he first made a spider dance then killed it. This newcomer's demonstration was, if anything, more grotesque in the reverse order.
The illusionist shuddered a little on the inside, but tried to nod politely. Since the two seemed more interested in talking to each other though, she was free to let her own attention wander back to the Valentine's revelers down below with a faint tingle in her spine that felt like corpse spiders crawling up her back. Some people made flashy entrances, some slunk in trying to avoid the cameras, and others just plain stuck out like seven red thumbs from a fingerless glove, a cougar in a flock of penguins, or a silver haired and pointy eared needle with a dress coat and frilly shirt from centuries ago that came complete with its own shoulder dragon in a stack of relatively normal looking hay pieces.
Katrina was elated to see them, and tried waving. Leila did spot their little balcony group and earned a little wave. She wanted to rush down and say hi to everyone all at the same time, but there were more people coming in, and everyone was split off from each other in different areas of the room. The illusionist wished she could split herself into multiples so she could get hugs form everyone all at the same time.
The big group of people she recognized kept growing. First the flashy ice swan indicated the arrival of a familiar flashy ice mutant from the mansion. Then he was joined by Ghost, then Kaz. Soon two people in masks joined them, and the mansion water manipulator whose face was familiar, but whose name the young illusionist couldn't remember, and finally one of the Abyss brothers.
Every group, in fact, seemed to include one of the Abyss brothers. Abyss was talking to Were. Abyss was dancing with a pretty and important looking girl. Abyss was playing Will-It-Jiggle first with the jell-o table, then with a couch full of girls. She was reminded of the present she had been working on for him that would help her tell them apart. Abyss was having a discussion with some brainiac looking wallflowers. Yet another Abyss was sitting by himself morosely smoking... smoking?!
That would never do.
Katrina scrunched up her face. Smoking was bad for you! She would go down and tell him, but by the time she got down there, the crowds would have shifted and he could disappear or she would lose track of him amidst all the other matching thumbs in the haystack down there. Option two was to send him a message. The idea came from Cold Steel's swan display. If that could soar over the crowd, then a little illusion wouldn't be out of place.
Katrina held out her hands in a cup that probably only herself and Calley could see. Within it she imagined a tiny pure white origami swan with flat paper wings. It flapped its wings once experimentally, then the thirteen year old dropped it off the edge of the balcony so it could fly over to the far side of the room and do her scolding for her. Approximately half a second after she uncupped her hands Katrina reeled and grabbed the railing for support. The paper swan fizzled out into nothingness almost before it had left her fingers. The illusionist glanced around at her fellow balcony members to see if they had noticed what was happening. Peter the spidercorpsemancer was busy asking Kasumi to dance. It was hard to tell if Calley was paying attention. With his attention span he could have been paying acute attention to a hundred things or nothing at all.
What had happened? It was such a tiny illusion, yet it had drained so much energy so quickly. Katrina cupped her hands again and inspected them. She made a dropping motion by separating them. Between her hands she the throngs of people kept mixing and mingling, shuffling themselves again and again. That was a lot of people. A lot of people meant a very very lot of people to be affecting with her illusion, no matter how small it had been.
Did that mean she had to walk all the way down there after all? If only she could make it so only one person could see the illusion, maybe it wouldn't be so draining. It couldn't hurt to try. Or at least, the worst that would probably happen is that she'd faint.
This time Katrina stepped back slightly from the balcony. If she was going to be fainting, she didn't want to be falling over the railing. She cupped her hands again and focused as hard as she could. Instead of imagining that there was a swan in her hands, she started by pretending the crowd wasn't there. She didn't try to make them invisible to everyone's eyes, but more like they were invisible to her brain. She focused on the hulking saturnine form down below, making him the only person in her minds' eye. Then she tried again. Again the paper swan appeared in her hands, fluttering in anticipation.
This time, even if Calley, Kasumi, or Peter were looking, they should still see empty hands. For a second time she let go of the swan. It fell, and fluttered, and flew. It flickered once, when someone laughed particularly loudly and the young illusionist was distracted. The noises of the party kept trying to tear the little paper bird apart, but the little blonde in the pink frill dress renewed her focus, pushing thoughts of everyone but Abyss out of her head. Two flickers later the swan circled the saturnine Abyss brother and landed on his sleeve. In a soft voice that mimicked Katrina's own it stated, “You shouldn't smoke!” And with that it poofed out of existence in its own personal little smoke cloud.
Back on the balcony, Katrina snapped back to attention. She was now sitting on the floor. If anyone had been poking at her, she wouldn't have noticed until just then.
Just then, a head poked over the top of the railing. Shiny black eyes like miniature voids appeared as Koga climbed over the railing like an aspiring young Romeo, complete with shoes tied together and thrown over his shoulder.
“Hi Guysss, Happy Valentines’.”
Katrina blinked. Yes, she was back up on the balcony again and not fluttering her way single mindedly toward Abyss any longer. This here, talking to her, was Koga: a completely different person. She managed a surprised smile.
>>>"tell me , what makes you think I'm gonna leave my friends behind? thinking about that , what makes you think we are going to be riches?”
Katrina shrugged. She wasn't sure where she got the idea from. It just seemed like that was what stars did when they became famous. Fausto continued about how his group wouldn't be popular, because they were going to be a pro-mutant band.
“That sounds more like infamous. I'll bet a lot of mutant kids will listen, though. Even mutant adults might like the songs. I'll bet there are a lot more mutants out there that we don't even know about.” Fausto continued.
Distortions was a good word, even if Fausto thought they weren't distortions, it was interesting to think that they could be. Distortion. It was fun to say, too. Katrina nodded. It was true that humans and mutants seemed to think alike. They didn't always agree, but they lived, laughed, loved, fought ,and thought in similar ways to each other. Maybe if both sides didn't share similar fear and distrust for those different from themselves, they wouldn't have so much conflict. Maybe then, mutants could live without hiding, as Fausto was wishing they could.
Was he also wishing that mutant would turn the tables and make the humans live in fear? It certainly sounded that way.
>>>“I just want the mutants to stop being afraid . the fear control us. I want to make them understand that we can burn them, freeze them, get into their minds, devour them ... and what can they do? ”
Katrina used the pause to consider his question. There was a lot they could do. Humans did run things, after all. They had superior numbers and were in charge of making laws and enforcing them, too. Laws like the Registration Act, which Fausto was clearly also remembering.
As the bell rang, Katrina stood automatically and started making her way toward the door.
“I think that it isn't good for mutants to live in fear, or that they have to live in fear. I don't think that it should be turned around the other way either. Humans shouldn't have to fear mutants. It's probably because they already fear us that they are so harsh on us. Then, that just adds to the fear. Everyone is trying to prove how tough they are even though they are scared deep down inside because they don't understand the differences.”
“I think if humans and mutants could get to know about each other, they could realize that we aren't so very different from each other.”
Katrina looked at him, puzzled, when he asked if she had time before her next class. He must have been out of touch with school for awhile. There were no classes after art. Except on Wednesdays, when there was a late afternoon math class to make up for the extra morning physical education and training room class that bumped social studies up to the first hour of the day. On second though, it wasn't Wednesday was it? The schedule could get a little confusing around here. Certainly it wasn't Wednesday. They had just had a Wednesday a few days ago. Katrina could still feel the soreness in her muscles from trying to climb the rope without using mutations. Not that her mutation would have helped her climb the rope. Or fool the teacher into thinking she had climbed it. That was cheating.
“I do have time. I'm done for the day, so I'd love to see your song.” the blonde teen answered, shifting her heavy backpack. She was heading up to her room to put it away and wishing that she had super speed to leave all her books up in her room and could just race up there to get them instead of carrying them around all the time. “Isn't it a bit early to be dedicating them though,” she added, with only a small blush that was hidden by her huffing and puffing beneath the weight of her textbook laden backpack.
These are the colors Sennyo/ Ghost suggested awhile back. I think the yellow for moderators would make a nice contrast to the other colors. She also made the red lighter, which makes it easier to read!
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The wall got colder and colder. Kat soon found herself shivering again and turned to look at the rapidly chilling wall. A thin layer of frost was forming on the rock and spreading in swirls and crystals like a painting by Jack Frost on the window in winter. The rocks seemed to groan in protest to the ice and soon a thin crack formed between two of the overgrown pillars. Ice was slowly leaking its way through the stone, eroding it in fast forward. On the inside of the stone pillar, small chips of rock began to flake off the walls.
Katrina stood up again, watching the progress of the ice. It was interesting watching erosion in fast forward. All the little pops and creaks were getting louder and louder as more and more ice made its ever widening way through the tiny crevise.
Except zorses, mules, and ligers, but although they cross species lines, they are generally infertile due to mismatched chromosome numbers. Katrina nodded as they finished paying for the groceries.
“We'll be fine,” Claire responded, “There are a lot of helpers back at the school to help us unload. There had better be or supper is going to be cold cereal.” Katrina was still thinking about what would happen if a dalmation and a chihuahua got mixed together.
“Talk to you soon!” Claire waved as she shut the trunk with all the groceries stashed safely inside. Katrina snapped to attention once more, shaking cobwebs and giraffaroos out of her head. She added her own wave to her mother's. Jacen seemed like a nice enough guy, for a random person they ran into at the grocery store.
>>>“Band”? ... ¨Ahh the band, well we are three ... Cielle, Takumi and me.”
Fausto made a face when he said the word mutant. It was interesting how people reacted to the different names for what super powered individuals were called. Katrina, for example, made faces when people called them “homo superiors”. She didn't really think that they were any better than normal humans, just different. “Homo superior” also implied that they were completely different species, which didn't seem right, since humans and mutants could still have children together. Katrina was proof of that. Even two humans could have a mutant child, so they had to be more closely related than that.
Fausto, however, seemed more comfortable with the latin version. At least he didn't call himself a freak. He seemed pretty proud of the band even if he wasn't proud of being called a mutant. He was practically beaming as he described learning to sing and all about breathing. Katrina knew all about breath support from playing oboe, she could definitely relate.
He proceeded to describe the other two band members, one finger at a time. Cielle the drummer was first. With black hair and black eyes, she could be Fausto's sister.
>>>¨Yes, as black as mine.¨
He did have very black eyes, like bottomless wells that stretched on into infinity when you looked in them. You could get trapped by those eyes and end up staring, falling into them forever. Katrina blushed just a little at the reminder of her compliment. It sounded like Fausto admired this Cielle person.
Second finger, Takumi the guitarist. Katrina tried to commit the names to memory.
>>>“It is as if we are linked by the same thing , the three of us are orphans. not in the same way or in a literal sense but none of the three has his family”
It was that way with a lot of mutants, it seemed. Katrina once again felt lucky that she still had her mother living with her. Though all the mutants at the mansion were kind of like her family, it was nice to have part of her real family with her still. Kat couldn't tell if he admired Takumi as well, or if perhaps he was a little jealous of him. It was hard to tell just from the description without seeing how they acted together.
There was only one finger left for Fausto.
>>>¨I am the third, the singer ... but I dont think you want to talk about me ...¨
Katrina held up her own hand with her first finger pointed upwards, “Fausto, the singer. His parents were murdered, and he got revenge, but he's still a kid and still a good person. He wants to take over the world so he can make it a better place to live for everyone, and he starts by joining a rock band instead of going to class. And he likes to throw eggs at people while they are baking cakes.”
Katrina paused a moment and tilted her head, “Hey, could I come and watch you practice some time? I'd like to hear your band play and meet the other band members before you get all rich and famous and don't have time for little kids from school, like me.”
She wondered what kind of band it would be. What kind of songs did they write if they were a mutant band playing for mutant audiences?
