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.
"Not much to say i'm just a late student who traveled around allot, even been a model for a short time which was fun when i think back at it." The words seemed to be rushed, attempting to head off any inquiry.
"Ok so how about that tour."
"Sure right this way Cailyn." Streak moved besides Neena, and she smiled and nodded.
"Of course," she agreed. Then, not one to be rushed unless necessary, she asked, "A model? Now that sounds like it must have been interesting. Do you have a favorite place you've traveled?"
She kept pace with Streak as they walked. He'd been invaluable over the years when it came to greeting newcomers, and she appreciated his help greatly. While he pointed out various classrooms and other rooms, she interjected questions for Cailyn, attempting to word them so the woman wouldn't grow defensive or clam up. She also addressed her experience.
"Is this your first teaching job, or have you interned or worked before?"
"Well thank you very much for your hospitality and for your willingness to talk to me."
Neena also stood; he must have taken her statement as a dismissal. Though she hadn't intended it, Calley was still weighing in the back of her mind, and she needed to do some thinking beforehand.
"If you ever happen to get slowed down by our systems again, just tell the homeowner you perform random security checks for us and give them whatever advice you may have. Hopefully, at least when it comes to our systems, it'll keep you out of trouble."
She shook his hand and bowed slightly. "Thank you for the offer, Luke. I'll keep it in mind." She probably wouldn't do so, simply because she felt a night or two in jail a reasonable trade off for her efforts to help. She was still breaking the law after all, even if the crime was minor. Although....
"If you ever want me to test something for you, I'd be happy to," she added cheerfully. "I get bored easily, so I'd love the challenge."
"And I'll make sure to pop back in some time after your Headmistress and Team Leader has returned."
She nodded. "It should be within the next week or so, bit I'll let you know for sure." She patted the card in her pocket.
"If you wouldn't mind, please tell Calley I said for him to take care of himself."
She inhaled, and let it out in a whoosh, then nodded. "Of course I will. And.... could you do me a favor? If you run across him again like this, could you please call and warn me?" She laughed ruefully.
Neena slipped the tiny device into her ear, adjusting her glasses in the process. She watched as Roland made his way down the hall, and dealt with the trapdoor.
Despite the anger of being used still simmering inside, she had to admit, he was quite skilled. She found herself admiring the grace and agility of a fellow gymnist, and not begrudgingly either. His mutation, and the ease with which he put it to use, also evoked feelings of minor envy. It was a shame that he used them dishonestly, though in no way unexpected. Although.... His appearance had thrown a rather interesting twist into her plans for the night, and their current situation only boded more knots in the making.
She crossed her arms over her chest, and 'hrmphf'ed quietly. It was one of those moments where she wished she had a more normal mentality. She should be spitting nails right now, tripping one or more of the alarms to get them both caught, and keeping him from making off with whatever he'd come to pilfer. But, noooo. Instead, here she was, hanging upside down from a door, helping him escape to keep him alive, and being both amused and intrigued by the ludicrousness of the entire situation.
It was rather annoying....
She glanced sideways, and saw the three heat signatures getting out of the car. The thief inside kicked in once more, self-preservation pushing aside internal analyzation. She held her arms downward and let her legs slide free, landing in a momentary handstand before swinging floorward. She paused a brief moment to let the head rush pass, then rapidly scuttled to the other end of the hallway. Roland had his hand reached down to help her up, and she grasped it tightly.
She paused at the entrance, and reached up to adjust her glasses. Halfway between visions, she saw the first set of lasers surrounding the pedistal, and its displayed prize; a fabergé egg, though one of shoddy design. Given the craftiness of the homeowner, she wouldn't discount either a red herring, of sorts, or some hidden value to the object.
"Leave it alone," she warned him under her breath, sure that he could hear her loud and clear and almost just as sure he'd ignore her.
It was probably a boon for Roland that Neena didn't realize that a switch had already been made; the resultant scuffle might have attracted the wrong kind of attention.
Behind them, the trapdoor silently swung closed.
"Don't move," she whispered, hand still held up to her eyes. She lifted and tilted them slightly. The specialized tinting of the lenses gave a slight mirrored reflection, allowing her to see part of the area behind her on both sides. Leaving one eyes still on infrared, she began blinking. She found that the beams she'd first seen were only part of the entire grid, and there was no way she'd be able to see them all at once.
Finally she turned around and knelt by the trapdoor, assured that no other beams had appeared to block their way back. The lock, however, had changed, heat given off by a different set of wires.
"Tone's changed," she murmured. She scanned the room, and spotted an old-time fireplace, unguarded. She made her way over, knelt and looked up. It was made wider than modern chimney's and would allow a lanky person to squeeze through. She wasn't exactly big and not as curvy as some women, but it still would be a bit of a tight fit. And...
"Of course. Blocked by a laser grid. Lovely.">
"Two options. Up, or back down," she announced quietly. She looked down, and found the three heat blips within the inside walls of the building. She added, "And it looks like Mom's home."
If Neena had to guess, he wasn't. Not fully anyway, to judge by his unfocused eyes.
Abruptly he sat up straight, and his gaze cleared. Now hew was awake. She watched him slide off of the bed, attempting to wipe the expression from his face.
"So. Luke's gone, huh?"
She nodded. "For now. I'm sure he'll be back, though."
"You can have a seat, if you want. Unless it won't really take you that long to kick me out."
In the darkness, Neena's blink resembled a set of tiny flashlights winking on and off. She quietly entered the room and sat on the edge of the pillowless bed.
"You really can spare me the speech and the long-winded reasoning, by the way. Cutting to the chase is fine. I can probably guess at the reasoning, anyway."
For a moment she didn't reply.
Then, quietly, "I'm not sure which speech you want me to skip, so I'll forget them all and ask a question instead. Why are you so determined to not put down roots?"
One eyebrow quirked in curiosity. "Yes, it is. Why?"
"I remember a report or two filtering through about a young woman named Nehanda that got past our security system but was unable to leave before the police arrived on at least two different occasions."
Neena restrained a smirk, barely. 'Unable to leave' was a bit of a stretch at times.
"Her skills were attributed to random phone calls that were made to the home owner in one other case, if not more. As I remember it when she was caught it was because of a combination of hidden motion sensors, visible cameras, and... laser beams I do believe."
She shook her head. " 'Laser grid', and those are a pain to deal with, especially when different beams are used at the same time. The motion sensors are fairly easy to spot, but much harder to fool than the cameras. Even the newer models."
Her smirk made its way onto her face, tempered to a small, and satisfied, smile. "Jacobs and Jacobs. Of course. Forgive me for not recognizing your name. My intentions are usually directed toward helping the property owners improve their security, not to test the actual company."
She glanced sideways, remembering one particular break-in she'd attempted, likely the one Luke spoke about. "I've got to admit, though, that grid of yours is rather effective. That had to be one of the most fun nights I remember having. Though I guess the homeowner wasn't as thrilled...."
She shrugged, and turned to look at him again, totally shameless at her exploits. "Well, now that I know who you are, I'll keep an eye out for your systems, Luke. And your other persona as well."
She nodded sharply, as if sealing a deal, then went back to their previous subject matter.
"As for the Xmen, the Headmistress and Team Leader is due back shortly. You're welcome to return and meet her whenever that happens. I'm sure she'd be able to explain things a bit better than I can."
"If the X-men's ideals are the same as Xavier's then I think we can probably work something out."
That brought a genuinely happy smile to Neena's face.
"I'll be glad to help you however I can though, other than information and maybe some resources I probably won't be a lot of help. As I told you before, my mutation doesn't exactly help while in combat against mutants that have combat powers. I can 'see' because of my sonar and I can hear better than most but I'm no stronger than any other well trained and well exercised human. However, I'm glad to do whatever I can."
"Combat isn't the only way, nor always the best way to help a situation. Whatever help you can provide us with will be most appreciated," she countered firmly. "And gladly return if needed."
"Can I also assume that your position here at the school mirrors your position in the X-Men? Assistant Headmaster so perhapse... co-leader or something to that effect?"
"Who, me?" She cocked her head and considered that. Then she shook her head. "I'm part of the team, yes. But I wouldn't consider it co-leader. I help run base operations. I do go on missions occasionally, but my mutation is wholly stealth-oriented. I actually grew up as a thief, and old habits die hard."
She grinned, unabashed. Some habits never die at all.
"The hand cannon will remain sheathed. What about the hand?"
Neena felt the taps on her backside, and understood the innuendo perfectly. Without missing a beat she replied, "Same goes for the hand, if you want to keep it."
In response to her lock picking question, Roland replied, " As good as you are at seeing them, dear."
Steeling herself for discomfort, she left one eye on xray, while moving the other to telescopic. A dull pressure began at the base of her skull, pain held at bay for the time being. The floors and walls melted away, and the trapdoor's wiring zoomed into close sight. At the head of the lock was a flat, metal meshing, about the size of a grain of rice.
She turned and blinked, and the world around her became a strange landscape of floating colors, dominated by black and punctuated by purple, red, orange and yellow. Three orange and yellow blobs floated closer, as the car approaching the house, preparing to park out front.
"That camera has to go," she stated, and finally pulled away from Roland.
She crept toward the door, staring upward where the device silently swung away from them. She switched from infrared to telescopic for a brief moment, and homed in on the camera's mounting. With the owner approaching, deactivating the camera wasn't an option; a black screen would draw more attention than a redirected on.
She carefully opened the door a crack. In several practiced movements she stepped up onto the sink, planted a foot on the doorknob, and swung her legs up on at a time. She ended up hanging from her knees from the top of the door. Tightening her stomach muscles, she 'sat up, putting her upper body parallel to the floor, which allowed her to reach the security camera. With an twitch, the old-timey device found itself still swinging, but only recording the immediate ceiling now.
Neena pushed on the doorframe, swinging it and herself back into the bathroom.
"There's a trap door in the ceiling at the end of the hall. Right over that clock of yours. It's got a microphone attached to the lock, so I'm guessing tone-activated." she told Roland, still upside down. "Be right behind you."
After Luke left, Neena returned to her rooftop perch. She needed to gather her thoughts before she spoke with Calley, otherwise a simple ‘talk’ would turn into a confrontation. The night’s darkness and the moon’s light provided comfort, allowing her clarity of thought and emotion.
She was not emotionless. Fearless, but not emotionless. She never had been, and never claimed to be. Her expressions of emotion often differed quite vastly from the world at large, but the basic feelings were still there. Most everyone saw her cheerful spirit, and she didn’t feel the need to argue the issue with those that didn’t believe she could always be that happy. Some saw her sad, though her mourning rarely included tears. Somber was perhaps a better word, or perhaps gloomy. She was used to disappointment, but it still hurt deeply. She could be passionate and intimate, but her mutation made it difficult. The number of those who had seen that side of her could be counted on one hand. Disgust, remorse, pride, jealousy, frustration, longing, annoyance, confusion, delight, and a slew of other words used to describe the inward state of being.... Neena felt them.
That included anger. And the source of her current anger was what she needed to come to terms with, before confronting Calley. She thought she had it narrowed down to one word: Sanctuary. Lying about his name and background and means of living, lying about his mutation, getting into a fight with his father, even breaking into a home and stealing a dying dog..... She could deal with those things. The basics of those acts – lying, fighting, running away, stealing – probably close to half of the Mansion’s residents were guilty of that at one time or another, including her. It had even been her living once. Calley was still a teenager. Life had a lot to teach him still; the Mansion was just a stand in with hopes of giving the lessons a bit of cushion. The World was the real teacher.
But his connections with the Sanctuary.... that rankled, deep down inside. And as much as she wanted to, Neena couldn’t deny the feeling was personal. Syn lived at and ran the Sanctuary. Someone under Syn’s command had attacked her home and her family. And Neena took that attack very personally. It was one of the main reasons she hadn’t attempted to confront the woman already. In her current state of mind, and especially with the lack of information about the manipulative girl, Neena was likely to get herself killed and possibly endanger the Mansion once more. Calley’s admitted connection with the Sanctuary had brought those feelings of malice bubbling back to the surface.
True, he said he was on Syn’s bad side. However, now she had no reason to trust him. On the same end, he’d admitted to having friends in Syn’s group. Lying about Syn’s reaction to him didn’t really make much sense in the light of that admission.
Neena rubbed her eyes, and sighed deeply. Calley had put himself in a complex position, and her as well. On one hand, Syn’s group were the, quote unquote, ‘Bad Guys’. The Xmen’s ‘enemies’. Yet, on the other, Calley had befriended some of them, as in ‘made peace’. Wasn’t that what Xavier wanted? In order to have peace between mutants and humans, didn’t you need to have peace between your own kind? But then there was the possibility his friendship could be used to others at risk again. Could the Team take that chance?
She glanced up at the moon, noting its bright whiteness shining in the dark, like her own eyes from beneath a sea of black. Stars speckled the inky blackness, shining with their own light, instead of the moon’s reflected whiteness. Both bodies gave a different beauty to the night, but which was more beautiful? Didn’t it depend on your perspective? So, which perspective did she have to approach this situation from?
One thing was certain: It couldn’t be her own. She’d made that mistake once already, and, like it or not, she owed Calley an apology for that.
Silently she stood, and made her way back inside.
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Several minutes later she padded quietly toward an open door in the Boy’s Hallway. Her glasses sat atop her head, and her near-white gaze came to rest on the back of a hunched over form. She knocked lightly on the doorframe.
" I do happen to know the owner of this house. She actually sets up houses like these specifically to test those who believe their skills worthy enough to break it."
Neena blinked. That would certainly explain the over-the-top security measures.
"I can assure you, while she would be pleased at our progress, finding us here will prove fatal for both of us."
That possibility didn't phase her. Survival had been a daily form of entertainment growing up, and as an adult, she'd run across a few who weren't so appreciative of her tests. Come to think of it, more than a few....
"I prefer confident, though I have certainly been called cocky before."
<"And I sure a few other things."> She kept that comment to herself.
"I think that this would qualify as a shared experience of exploration, wouldn't you? Perhaps we can work together to ensure we both get out and see other nights together."
She opened her mouth to reply, but the smart remark died on her tongue when the lights suddenly flicked on. Sensitive to light as she was, the sudden brightness momentarily blinded her. She ducked, and one hand automatically moved to shade her eyes. She felt pressure on her wrist, and in the next moment found herself pulled sideways and into much closer quarters with Jor- .... Roland, than she deemed truly necessary. It did provide a much closer view of his eyes, however. They were a much more intese blue than she remembered....
" Sorry for the sudden intimacy, but you were a clear shot in the window with the lights on. Looks like someone is here and possibly aware."
An obvious statement not requiring an answer. Instead Neena turned her attention to the wall they were now facing. Frowning, she concentrated on pushing her vision past the barriers once more. The gates of the property were mid-swing, in the process of letting a sleek black sports car enter the grounds.
"Three of them...." she murmured thoughtfully, eying the car's occupants; a woman and two men.
"We are both making it out of here, together."
She glanced sideways without turning her head; he'd likely be able to see her eyes quite clearly from this angle.
"I'm warning you now, I don't trust you," she whispered back. "But as I'm sure we've both grown fond of breathing, a truce sounds preferable to argument at the moment." Her gazed narrowed slightly. "Just keep that hand cannon of yours out of my face, back and any other body parts."
First things first. They needed a less obvious escape route than her window entry. Still pressed against him, she turned her vision toward the rest of the house. Going down, toward the manor's owner and her thugs, did not strike Neena as the best option. Up and over sounded much better, if they could find a way into the attic.
"How good are you at picking electronic locks?" she asked in a barely audible voice, her eyes resting on the square of wiring surrounding the attic trapdoor.
The mostly-blind woman nodded acknowledgment of Cailyn's answer. Even telelpaths had a tendency to give clues as to their mutation, if you paid close enough attention.
"Aw, just call me Cailyn."
"Gladly." Her grin widened just a smidge. Nearly all of the Mansion residents knew the teachers dislike of being called 'Miss'. She was glad Cailyn wouldn't insist on being called that as well, since the word just didn't come naturally to her.
"Here you go. I hope everything is in order?"
"I'm sure it is. The Headmistress will look it over as soon as she can." Neena nodded, and tucked the bundle in the back of her book.
"So what now Neena?" Streak asked. Neena tilted her head thoughtfully.
"Well.... Cailyn, how about you tell us a bit about yourself, while we give you a tour of the Mansion? I'll drop this off in the office on our way."
She turned toward the hallway she'd just come from, and made a, 'Shall we?' motion.
Despite the boy’s light grip and quick shake, Neena caught a quick glimpse of the webbing between his fingers. She made no mention of it, however. He came across as quite nervous, at least to her. Bringing attention to the unusual feature might not be the most thoughtful action at the moment.
"Uhm, a place to crash would be great at the moment. I've only just arrived in New York, so I don't have an apartment or a hotel room or anything."
She nodded. ”Well then, welcome to New York as well. May I ask where you’re from?”
"But some classes might be interesting, too. I don't really know what I want to take yet, though. And Streak said I didn't have to pay, but if that's not the case I can do some work for you to help with the costs or something."
”No worries, m’friend, I’m sure we can work something out. And classes are quite varied, so I’m sure you’ll find something interesting if you choose to.”
She felt a tap on her shoulder, and turned to see Xulay holding up a restored New Resident form. The older woman took several steps to a table to retrieve a towel and dry her hands, then gingerly took the folder. ”Thank you, kiddo. Nice work,” she praised after a careful examination. The girl smiled shyly.
”I can still only do one reverse at a time,” she said quietly. Neena smiled.
”No worries, m’friend. That’s what practice is for.”
Turning back to the Gabe and Streak, she asked, ”So Streak’s given you the tour already? Shall we settle you in a room then?” She looked at the restored folder once more, noting Gabe’s mutation and his age. ”Nineteen, eh? Nice.”
”Fair enough. However, does the owner of the house know that you were checking his security systems? Or do you generally check them out at your own discretion? Also, do the young, impressionable students know about your nightly escapades? I am in no position to judge, of course. I merely wanted to get across to you that we may not be all that different."
She supressed a reflexive bristle at his implication that their base motives were the same. Emotion aside, she was forced to admit that anyone else viewing the situation would likely draw the same conclusion.
”In order asked or stated,” she began neutrally, ”by the end of the test they do, yes, some do, no I don’t think you are, and....”
She paused for breath, ”.....you are going to have to do a lot more talking to convince me that our motives are anywhere near the same.”
Her hands moved to rest on her hips once more. Though her stance gave visual testament to the simmering anger she felt, it also would allow quick reflex action. While Jordan had....
<“Roland,”> she corrected herself silently.
.... While Roland had taken up a non-threatening position, she did not trust him to remain there. Not to mention she didn’t completely understand his mutation; it was possible he wouldn’t need to actually move to use that gun.
"I am certainly not the typical suitor. Nonetheless, you are still standing here and listening to me. So perhaps my efforts are not completely in vain?"
Suitor? Efforts? One eyebrow raised above the rim of her glasses.
”So, now you’re trying to convince me that, while the tour request and overwhelmed widower act was merely a pretense, the invitation for a night out wasn’t?” She snorted, amusement slightly tempering her ire. ”Well you’re certainly a cocky one, aren’t you?”
"Nice to meet you Neena, I am Cailyn and i am trying to aply for a job."
The dark-skinned teacher cocked her head, her eyebrows lifting in curiosity.
"Nice to meet you Cailyn." She held out her hand in greeting. "I'm guessing either mind-reader or Intuition?" she referred to the woman knowing her name already.
"Hey Neena." Streak replied. "She's got a degree in biology."
"Oh?"
She reached up to shade her eyes and squinted a bit. A hint of green colored her white irises. Her night vision had become blurry as of late, but it allowed enough clarity for her to make out faces within about twenty feet. She'd never seen Cailyn before; that she was sure of.
She blinked back to her less-painful normal sight, or sightlessness rather.
"Welcome to Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters, Ms. Cailyn. Do you have a resume' I could see? Or that the Headmistress could?" She chuckled, and corrected herself.
"X-men? I'm afraid not. Other than mentioning Xavier's school, Calley didn't talk about a whole lot."
For some inexplicable reason, Neena brightened a bit at that remark, though it had nothing to do with keeping the team a secret. The Team hadn't been secret since the fight at King Pharmaceuticals, so she didn't expect Calley to have treated it as such.
"Can I assume that Xavier and the X-Men are someone connected?"
Neena nodded. "For sure. As I explained, Professor Charles Xavier, the man who founded this school, is an advocate for human-mutant equality. It's what he teaches his students both at his original school and here. He is a mutant himself. A telepath, and a powerful one. He knows how both the human mind and the mutant mind works, including the tendancy to desire superiority. You said it yourself; you've seen what humans are capable of. And mutants are no different. Knowing that, Xavier founded his schools to try and correct the problem, by teaching children his ideals. They are the future, and are vital to future peaceful relations. However, to deal with the already existing problem of antagonistic mutants, he went a further step to help correct the problem, and formed the Xmen."
As she spoke she tapped the fingers of one hand on her arm, and gestured with the other.
"His intentions for the team are to keep aggressive mutants from hurting both themselves and the rest of the world. It isn't easy," she snorted. "Humans are not a forgiving or trustful breed, and as much as mutants would like to claim that we're superior, its amazing how similar the two clans can act at times."
She paused to let him absorb everything she'd said, then stated, "The reason I asked if you would consider working with a partner was to see if you'd be willing to think about an alliance with the Team. I can't guarantee every member thinks the same way you do, but Xavier is the one whose ideals drive it."
"Indeed, I am not Jordan Hornbuckle. Nor is there a bratty mutant daughter waiting around. I wanted to have a look around at the Mansion and I am accustomed to false pretenses."
Reflexively Neena's fists clenched. Current fury aside, she was none too pleased to be told another intruder had made his way into her home, and with her help to boot. She quelled her chagrin, though; she was no mind reader or empath after all. And they couldn't turn away every person asking for a tour.
"In fact, generally speaking, those who find that I am a mutant or hear my name generally never hear anything again. "
Holding his gaze, her eyes briefly narrowed at what she took to be a veiled threat, and her chin lifted slightly.
" I have dealt with many beautiful women over the years, but there's something about you. I can't put my finger on it. I really do feel something for you. Otherwise, I would have shot you already. "
"Lucky me." Her growl dripped with sarcasm. She wasn't sure she believed him, now was she in the mood to give him the benefit of the doubt. Although, she was still standing there....
" I hope you aren't too cross about it."
"Oh no, not at all. I enjoy being lied to. Can't you tell by my cheerful demeanor?" By that point the emotion had drained from her eyes into her tongue, leaving behind a neutral wall of a facial expression.
"However, what brings the greeter of the school for mutants here to this illustrious abode? I suppose we both have some secrets."
She didn't bother denying that last statement. The sudden appearance of her glasses in his hand, and the motion of him holding them out, allowed her a brief moment to consider how to answer.
"I test security systems. It's a hobby." She warily reached for her glasses, keeping her eyes fixed on him. Her mind was attempting to make a connection from the vanishing and reappearing gun and other feats to a mutation. The movement happened to quickly to be telekinesis, so she settled for some version of teleportation.
"I don't usually have to deal with security risks other than myself."
