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.
"Yeah, I'd appreciate that," hearing that this notion of getting to know more about the X-men side of this school would happen at a later time. But Sophia got the impression that even if she did express an interest, she was getting blown off for now. She was new, someone that was unknown, but with the way this school accepted new people in the school, it might have also meant that this so called X-men were the same. Though if it was a specialized club for just the very best aiming to help others, than Sophia would surely live up to such expectations and surpass them in due time.
For now though, the idea of being a teaching wasn't a bad thing. Students once again would be a bother, but she survived the last set, and though younger, Sophia imagine herself too brilliant to brilliant to ignore and even if dribbled on and on, the class and teaching part would be the easy part of it. Plus it might very well give her time to continue working on own work and study, but more importantly, it might have meant getting the chance to practice her mutation more. This was more or less a secondary reason for coming, since there was probably more chances to practice her skill more, and get even more control over her abilities than she already had now. But that depended on the amount of teaching work, and from the sound of Sam's comments, she'd be playing a type of den mother too, having to safe guard the students from even themselves and keep order. Sophia wasn't the police or even hall monitor, but certainly her cold gaze and intelligence would wrangle the students in to order.
"As for classes, I'm certain that I could teach a basic physics class. No sense in having a specialized class meant for two," granted such a class would have been right up Sophia's alley, but it wouldn't have looked good if she were trying to get out of work rather than get in to it. Besides, the masses needed the chance to hear her voice, to enjoy it as much as she did. If no one did, then was that really her loss, or theirs?
How fitting, a chess metaphor, it almost silly that he consider himself a knight and Sophia a queen. But frankly, it was truthful, and even then, he assigned an arbitrary value to Sophia and one to himself, for the Knight was considered a lower ranking chess piece over that of the queen who had far more freedom than that of a knight to move. But it made sense, "Am I suppose to be thankful that you bled to keep me safe?"
"I'm certain I never asked you to keep me safe, and a great number of people besides me never did either. Some people would even wonder how you kept us safe exactly? By launching in to the affairs of another country and attacking them, before they attacked us?" she wondered aloud, hoping to stop Jacob by the door. He told her not to disrespect him, but it wasn't disrespect if she didn't respect him to begin with. Hiding behind this notion of 'I fought for this country, so I deserve respect,' notion was stupid. Why would Sophia respect a person just because they fought? Was the cause just? Was the fight to save the lives of those here at home? There were so many logical jumps you had to make before you could name the claim that one person protected another, one would argue that people over there weren't going to get to her at anytime, and even if they did, who was to say that Sophia couldn't protect herself.
"You didn't protect me, you 'served' your country. And in trying to serve it, you are misled to believe you somehow protected me from some foreign threat. In the end, did you take a life? Wasn't that life equal to yours? If it was, then what gave you the right to take it, because you wanted to live? Or to protect people you never met? You want to say people are equal when they're not, that's simply not the truth. Because if it was, then you had no right to take a life equal to yours. And even if you did, you placed yourself on a lower step than the people your protecting, or on a higher step than the person you killed. Sure we all wind up in the same place when it all said and done, but the difference is that when a pawn dies, no one throw them a parade. Some people are better than others, it's natural to believe that, to go against it is to go against nature," Sophia at this point just wanted to drill this point in. There was whole other point she wanted to make, but this was key, this idea that people have a value and it is constantly measured against others. This was something Sophia believed in, it's wasn't a matter of assuming everyone was equal in some way or shape, people weren't equal, value was placed on them, and the goal in life should have been to get the best value possible.
The other point was Jacob's objectification that Sophia wouldn't help another person. This was wrong, Sophia had no problem with helping people, but people had to pass certain qualifications to get her help, which weren't that hard to pass: "And don't think I wouldn't help another person either, that's just rude on your part. If you want to help a person, you have be able to offer assistance first. If I can't lift a person up, I should try to sacrifice myself to keep a person from falling? No, I should go and find another way to lift that person up or find help, otherwise there's no need to sacrifice myself as well. You should want to help people, but you have know how to help them first, and rationalize how your actions will help them and lift them up from a position. I wonder how you 'serving' your country helped other people and kept them winding up in the same place they were before? I think it helped someone else far more than me."
"Rising above it does not necessarily mean having an easier chance at a normal life. Rising above it despite your mutation makes you better suited to rise above it all. If the worlds see a person like you living a relatively normal life devoid of any of your mutation, perhaps they'll see past your appearance and learn to realize you're just a normal person. That's the thought behind rising above it, but being a gardener…" despite wanting to drop it, she had to press onward only because this person did first. It didn't matter though, Sophia stopped herself before she even commented on the idea of her being a gardener, the most plebian like job there could be after waitress or store clerk. While it was true, someone needed to see to the gardens, it just never seemed like a job people wanted to have to do if they could avoid it. Sophia couldn't imagine anyone as a child thinking, 'I want to plant flowers all day long.' Perhaps a child, but not an adult, surely as a pass time or hobby, but not a full time job.
But still, Sophia hadn't stuck her foot any further in to her mouth and was hoping that she didn't get it too deep in there either. At this point, pressing the issue would have been in poor taste and for Sophia it wouldn’t have been any better or pretty. If anything, continuing would have made it relatively worse, and at this point, with Sophia's reading of the atmosphere, the last thing she wanted was a reputation across the mansion as being a person who wasn't well liked among the staff and students. Though getting a reputation as being an overly critical person wasn't a bad thing, because it was true, she was overly critical of everyone, but not that she'd play that hand or show such at all to anyone.
Never the less, Sophia wanted to change this conversation quickly, but it wasn't like she had ease or access to find a good sequitur to change in to. Besides, conversations were not always Sophia's strong point, she was good at arguing, explaining her point of view, and even occasionally accepting fame and praise, but talking normally to people was not among one of best known traits, "If you're happy with your life, don't let me stand in your way. Just know people are going to judge you just like I did. I just did you the favor of saying it aloud rather than being quiet and naturally dismissive of it."
It wasn't too long before Sophia had lost herself in looking at the stars. If anything, looking up at them only made her want to visit them even more. Experiments, tests, postulates, and even equations were all in an effort to get up there, to float endlessly in space and experience what it was that she could only relatively imagine as feeling like. Granted she'd done a great deal of those tests that would normally be included for an astronaut, but despite her best hopes, she'd probably never get there in a normal way, so other methods were necessary.
But all the sudden, it wasn't a matter of getting to space, when it was more or less time to duck out of the rain. Her attention briefly distracted from the telescope and imagining the weightless feeling had been lost on what might normally have been weightless falling from the sky. What felt like a droplet of water falling on to the top of her head only meant that rain was about come down on to Sophia, but that made little to no sense as her head tilted upward to see utterly empty sky above her. Not a cloud in sight, so what was it that dropped on to her head.
First her attention shifted to someone else being around, her eyes and head darting in all direction before realizing that it was merely her alone in the park this early in the morning. Then it was time to feel what it was that had dropped on to her hair, and see if it was really water or perhaps something else. Initially, her fingers glided over where she felt the water drop on to her hair, but discovered no such moister imbedded in her hair at all. Rather, as she felt around, her fingers gently grazed the side of what felt like something leathery… and there weren't any hair clips in her hair at all, so that meant… "AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Get it off, get it off, get it off, get it off, get it off, get it off, get it off, get it off!" something was in her hair, and on her head, it was small, probably a large bug or a small lizard, what ever it was, it didn't belong and had to go. Her head shock to either direction first, her hands shaking her hair in conjunction to get it out. And when that didn't work, she shot upward from her rested position and continued again, until she lost all sense of location and alignment, toppling over on to the grass very curiously. Once she was up to her knees, she continue to shake her head back and forth, throwing her glasses to the side and out of her otherwise now blind view. This stupid bug, or lizard, or whatever it was, had to get out of her hair now!
Quiet night, nothing but clear skies and a bright moon above, sparkled gingerly with countless little specs of light that had taken unfathomable amount of time to reach this Sophia, and sure wasn't going to keep them waiting. Granted it was dark, Sophia's usual contents were packed in to her car and she was safely unloading them one after another. Extra large blanket to sit on, check! Blanket to cover up in, check! Snacks and assorted drinks, check! Proper eyewear and warm clothes, check! New tablet cell phone for notes, checking websites, and playing music, double check! Ball of glass for her own personal protection, very check! So last thing Sophia needed was her telescope. But this wasn't just any telescope, this was an experimental telescope Sophia developed in college, super long magnification, special corrective lenses that weren't available to anyone other than Sophia, and ocular focuses for maximum view with minimal work. This thing was a powerhouse compared to any sophisticated telescope you could buy, not as powerful as things in laboratories and big institutions, but with enough refinement, it got the job done more than enough.
Everything was set, the night was right, and all Sophia now needed were her last notes. New Cell phone was nice, but getting the last step of her notes was even more tricky. Thankfully she uploaded all her notes to a website for easy access, but it was all just taking time now to download them. This park was convenient though: open walkways, but not so busy that people were regularly out here at 1am. It wasn't off the main road, still relatively quiet though with few houses nearby and plenty of sprawling area with open tree lines. It was probably place lots of picnics were held during the day, a grocery store just down the way even made it easy to get supplies and Sophia was just one person, so any surrounding houses probably wouldn't have noticed her. Plus it was just a few miles from the mansion, an easy ten minute drive for Sophia, and easy sport for viewing. The only thing this placed lacked was good wifi signals and cellular coverage, meaning Sophia's notes were taking a long time to download, but she wasn't about to continue without them.
For now there was music, earphones in, Sophia went about just random gazing, a note book in hand to write stuff down until she could transcribe it, but still, the pictures were more or less just basic pictures of constellations, some of the more traditional ones, and ones she and her best friend made up to pass the time. In the mean time, maybe she'd get lucky and with the right coordinates, she'd get a good look at the moon until then. Latitude, longitude, vector and angle all set, time to gaze; too bad for Sophia, she was so in tune with her own music and her own project that if someone startled upon her, she'd be quite shocked.
Well this had gotten out of control rather quickly, and all from a person who didn't understand Sophia's motives either. But not that Sophia was any better, inferring quite a bit without any known research, but alas, Sophia wasn't overly concern with being liked, more or less happy with being understood. She already had plenty of people who didn't like her for being mature and objective about things, and her own brand of egotism didn't help either, but surely the residents of this mansion would understand, "Now I don't recall me ever calling you dumb or even calling you a cat. If anything, I called you human, which is very much what you are. And I'm not trying to judge or be overly critical of you, just moderately critical."
"I rushed to judgment, about you and your life before this, so for that I apologize, but my point is not without merit of purpose. If anything, you have the best chance to rise above it all, more so than I ever will," this still condescending attitude of Sophia's wasn't nice to play with. It probably took someone invested to crack Sophia's shell to get the more kinder Sophia out, or someone with thick enough skin to put up with the more logical version. In either case, this wasn't going well, and even Sophia could judge the atmosphere as being toxic to any sort of consideration in this girl's chances of life. But this, cat like person, she of all people had the best chance rise above the mutation and prove to the world that mutants could be normal people. But her cat like habits and demeanor didn't speak well to mutants being anything but controlled by their powers, and in that was Sophia's biggest problem. For a mutant physically changed, it was either a monster or a person over coming some disadvantage; two very drastic views on a parallel line, and if tipped to one side, it was a monster, tipped to another, it was a person rising above it all. Sophia's purpose and thought process on mutants this far changed by their mutations, but not that she could problem explain it now.
"But let's put that aside. If you were purely objective about it, you act more like a cat than anything else, so I'm only left to assume you think yourself as one until proven otherwise. You're a gardener, which is wonderfully boring to me, but surely you find self satisfaction in it, which is all that should matter. If I were you, I wouldn't let my ego get in the way of enjoying your life. But if I've offended, you, then sorry," though she was sincere about it, it was more or less a throw away. One would have a hard time believing she truly meant it, but her mind having finally caught up with her mouth had meant it. But she truthfully meant her apology, as short and quiet as it was, she was sorry for letting her ego speak for her. Though at this point, she imagined no such apology from her would get her out of the Dog House with this girl, so to speak.
"I'm half surprised you even have one of those," referring to the phone as she scanned the objects pulled from the boy's pockets and assumed them satisfactory. But at this point, the fact that he didn't run away simply meant that he hadn't stolen anything from her, and granted if he had tried to, it would have be hard for him to pawn or sell a blouse or skirt, atleast for his age and gender. Sophia was satisfied for now, but held her bags closer too after ensuring all was there, "Drat, I was sure you lifted something off of me. Not that you'd get far anyways…"
"Now go run along and go watch some cartoons or play with your poke-a-mans… or what ever it is you kids do you rot your brains," consider she didn't need him anymore, her first attention was to turn backward toward the store, it was only a block or two away, and maybe if she were went in and went on about how she reconsidered the purchase it might have worked. Though she could help but stand there and figure out how she was going to do it either, "Now if I go in and I changed my mind, they'll look at me weird. I did just make a big deal over getting them… What if I said they was a scratch or blemish on them… nah, they got these out of the back, and I inspected them thoroughly. I guess it's not so noticeable, but I'd have to have some sort of knock out dress to distract attention from them. But the entire point was to get people to notice them… what am I going to do now…?"
“A double PhD in Astronomy and Astrophysics,” she felt the need to correct, she didn’t want her specialties to be confused with just anything else. After all, Sophia was an exceptional brilliant woman, she want everyone to be fully aware of all the details of her life, even down to her associated knowledge in world of science. The way it came off from him though, it made it sound like he was aware of her degrees, he probably wasn’t aware she was an amateur pilot or the severity of her ability to control glass though. The fact was simply that perhaps he was measuring her for something.
“And a teaching position would be wonderful for me, though I wonder if any of your students would be able to fully understand the material. You can imagine explaining how a car engine works to a child is a lot like explaining things I know to even high school students. But I can dumb it down to an elementary level if you’d like,” but that was hardly Sophia interest right now either. Corrected, and of course accepted, now she was more interested in this other thing he spoke of.
“Care to tell me a bit more about these X-men of yours. As you can imagine, the world of science is a wonderful distraction, but even a pretty girl like me gets a little bored from time to time. And I too wish one day for a world where the two of us can get along peacefully,” a bit sarcastic in her approach, but even she wanted the world to all be on the same page because she wanted to just be a normal person as well. This problem with being ousted as a mutant in the scientific world made it so it was difficult to get the kind of jobs she would have normally wanted, but it also disregarded a lot of her work, because people thought she stole it from other member of the scientific community. Sophia wanted a world where her being a mutant didn’t exclude her from being the top, but peace between the species wasn’t a bad thing either.
"Mutations are such that we take advantage of them when we can. Granted, no one intends to look like cat or have different colored skin at all, but we are all capable of rising above our mutation. For you though, and no offense, but you seemed to have fallen in to your mutation's traits. If science has taught me anything, people look for the simplest explanation or procedure to get what they want. In your case, I bet you saw a cat in the mirror and began adopting their habits and traits, likely from an ironic life time appreciation or love of cats to begin with. But I imagine there's more to you than simply being a cat; you should rise up above it," but then again Sophia was now passing her massive ego's judgment on to another person. If Sophia had continued her thoughts, she might have brought up how people would see her as a cat, and only as one for the rest of time, assuming she acted like it for all of time. They'd never see her as anything else and thus a cycle of emotion distress would likely settle in. Though Sophia saw this as a math equation, how A equals to B, thus equals to C, and so forth. So her view was less tainted on what this cat person wanted and more on what Sophia wanted of them.
"A mutation does not have to be the definition of a person, it sadly becomes that for a few people like yourself, but you can always rise up above people's expectations and make it so they don't judge you unfairly," much like Sophia was doing, but then again, this was normal for Sophia. This higher-than-mighty belief that her thoughts had led Sophia astray before, but they also fueled her desire to be best at any and everything she sought to do. It had helped her, but it rarely helped others, and despite that, Sophia pressed forward, overly critical of a person she hadn't met more than 2-3 minutes earlier. Besides, even if you had to look like a cat, why would you want to act like one?
"…I bet if I complain enough they'll let me…..What do you mean 'always another mutant?" despite the attention of her shoes, someone mentioning a mutant was enough to derail Sophia's attention and certainly enough to catch her ere even more. What was wrong with Mutants that he had to phrase it like that, like somehow mutants were the source of his ill-gotten curse of adolescence. Never the less, it was annoying, this boy was annoying, and he needed to be put in his place.
"There's nothing wrong with being a mutant, it's not like I, or anyone else for that matter, has control over being one or not. It's something your born with," a very higher-than-thou way of speaking about the matter. Her stare at the boy was almost as though she were lecturing a child of her own, god forbid she ever had any, and telling them to stop being a retard. Granted Sophia generally concealed her mutation, but she was lucky that her mutation wasn't a visible one: she wasn't blue, green, have a tail, or even strange colored eyes, Sophia was essentially normal, with the exception of having an this ability to command glass.
"So stop blaming mutants for your problems, you purposefully bump in to people and then blame them for your problems is no way to go about life. If anything, you owe me $200 for my shoes, ruining them. In fact, empty out your pockets, I bet you're one of those sneak thieves and pick-pocketed something from me," now she was very cautious. She imagined nothing would be missing, her purse was sealed shut by a bit of glass around the clasp so that nothing could ever be taken out of it, but that wasn't to say something she wasn't aware of wasn't missing at all. Though she very well might have not been missing anything, he also hadn't darted for the hills either yet, which meant there was a possibility that such a gambit would force the child in to a defensive stance and then she'd be in control of the situation. She'd get her $200 back, either from the store, or this kid assuming he hadn't picked it from her pockets.
"Very well," a look of disappointment in her eyes, and sounds of sighs from her lips, and even still, it was a moment Sophia didn't desire at all. She spun around and closed the piano's case, and got up from the piano stool. She didn't even look toward Tses, and started toward the room's opposite exit, "Alright, let's get you back to the front door."
Face with a simple question, if someone wanted to live or experience living it, it seemed like the poorest of choices to just experience it. There was an inherent difference between living and experiencing life, namely that experience it was not really living, it was just watching things pass you by and hoping it exists in such a way that it doesn't change. Face with the possibility of extending one's own arms and doing something different day in and day out, finding a new way to get through things, new ways of getting food or shelter, maybe learning to enjoy music, or just getting better clothes, this girl didn't want to. Sophia was a girl of science, but occasionally her otherwise brilliant, shopaholic mind could be insightful, Sophia had the feeling she read Tses like a book, and adding all the pieces together only made her more mournful. Deep down, Sophia had a feeling Tses wanted to live, wanted to hopefully achieve something greater than just surviving, but if she wouldn't admit it to herself, then Sophia felt it no need to do it for it. It was a shame, Sophia would have gotten back to her room, eventually, gotten in to her car and bought a keyboard piano for Tses, but now, the front door was all she was going to get.
Figuring that the entrance she came from a secondary access from the rooms, the opposite side had to be one of two things, either an exit to a kitchen area, or more likely, the entrance of the mansion. Thankfully the later was right, as she passed through the door, it was more or less the front foyer of the mansion, granted they were in the back of it, but still back at the beginning after a long journey to it. Considering the front door was in sight, Sophia smiled back at Tses, pointing back toward it, "There you go, feel free to wait outside."
If you could call it a field of study, it was more or less a hobby by all natural sense of the word. Religion was not a field of study, granted you could go to school for it, but you could go to school for Radio Control Car driving, spend years learning everything you can about rare and obscure presidential furniture, and some people even held wedding using the Klingon language, but none of that was universally recognized. A noble as a pursuit as something was, Sophia didn't need to respect something that was still a silly belief, and she wasn't particularly interested in sharing or encouraging such behavior, but, she'd let that one go. Despite wanting to retort that it was an idiotic notion to believe and devote life to an invisible person and a book politically written during the first century… Sophia held her tongue, "You needn't worry about me, I play nicely with others…"
"I've had grad students in the past, a few of them were of use, but frankly any time I taught classes it was to students well versed in the material I was teaching usually. I admit though, I handed out more Fs than As. But I imagine people with physics degrees are hard to come by, probably not a lot of them out there. Besides, people should earn their keep, whether they're a mutant or not," which was true for Sophia, her attention drifting at the kitchen fridge, as though assume she'd keep her yogurt in her own fridge, assuming she got one. Probably wasn't big enough to hold a human head it, but a pack of yogurt, probably not an issue.
"And if the Danger Room isn't quite so dangerous as it sounds, seems like an odd name for such a room. Is there some particular purpose you'd like to make me aware of? I've got hints of something called X people on the streets, one person even confused me for them. Care to enlighten me on that?" though why should he? This was a new person, who knew what devious or even scandalous thoughts existed in the mind of Sophia. For all he knew, she was a secret covert agent for some shadowy syndicate. Though at the same time, he mentioned the room, either as a ruse to dissuade her from visiting below. But more likely as an invitation to learn more; why mention something you didn't want other people to be aware of, that seemed pointless. Not to mention, it was more or less purposeful, after all, why not ignore it than, or simply say that the basement is off limits, structural issues or something or other.
"There's Mud here!?! Get it away!" that was the last thing she needed now. Mud, the worst enemy of clothing, and even more monstrous to nice clothing too. But was none in Sophia's plainly obvious view, none that she could consider or see in either direction that otherwise left her to believe there was none, which led her to believe this child was even more of an annoyance. In any case, Sophia was certain that this kind of defection in her shoe would be near permanent, which was unfortunate. She had to take a moment examine further, but for now best to gather up all her bags and try to get everything in order. Things were folded now, completely unnecessary for articles of clothing which otherwise were meant for hangers, but for now, they could stay winkled in her bags. Her shoes were much more important though, they were still in prime condition.
"I hope this comes out, I knew I should have covered you in glass…" rising to her feet as she held her shoe in one hand examined it as though a fine crystal gem. Though you needed a special tool for it, so closing one eye, she focused her attention on her glasses and began to shape them anew: using the convex-ing of her eyewear to shape it in to a magnifying lens and magnifying her field of view rather remarkably. Such was Sophia, capable of bending glass to her whim on a moment's notice, even if it was only a few millimeters from her eyes. Still, it was enough for Sophia to get a really good look at the shoe up close now that she held it practically right in front of her face.
"It's a minor scrape… dust particles…" looking at it and judging it for herself, she'd practically forgotten about the person beforehand that had bumped in to her. But that seemed easy to do; small children needed to be ignored, they have no purpose for Sophia, they hardly would have understood her, and even if they could, their ability to vocalize fully rationalized thought was still immature. Talking to one of them was no better than talking to a parrot, but atleast the parrot was usually guaranteed to look prettier than a kid, and they were sweeter too. But for now, this focus was on the shoe, and worse yet, "They're damaged… this is unbelievable. I hope you realize how much this cost! Gah… Probably can't even return them, I only bought them an hour ago… this is horrible, might as well throw them away… They would have looked so good on me..."
"I imagine if you slept during the day, you’d mess up your sleeping routine and find yourself awake until the wee hours of the morning. Besides, the day time is the best time to get stuff done, lots of light outside and plenty of things to do. Surely there’s something productive to do?” though it was strange to Sophia, others did it all the time. Sophia hadn’t considered a nap in a long time, with the exception of her body did it on its own from time to time when she was otherwise dead tired from staying awake so long. But Sophia’s constitution was rather good, even if her stamina wasn’t, but napping seemed a poor choice of things to do in the day. But considering Sophia had plenty of things to occupy her day with, a nap was out of the question for her.
"But you’re not a cat, you a human. A mutant to be exact, that happens to have feline characteristics, but never the less a human. Why would you consider yourself a cat just because you look like one?” now that was a confusing statement. This person was feline in nature, perhaps even tendencies, but aside from her mutation, it was all a learned habits and traits. None of them were probably natural, they were things that were nurtured in to because people surely saw her as a cat and not as a person. Or atleast so Sophia believed, such a person couldn’t have naturally obtained such characteristics, but it could have been possible. Sophia wasn’t certain, but why someone would identify as a cat first and not a human puzzled the blonde more than anything.
"Are you… mocking me?" though such a phrase might have come out rather harsh and even direct at a person, but this time, and for Sophia, it sound more confused and bewildered. She seemed to be going to rather great lengths to make it seem like Sophia was right somehow, but it was obvious to the blonde that she was. Not that Sophia wasn't expecting to be wrong, it was rather a prideful sense that she couldn't been the person to sit on another, it would have been just utterly embarrassing, and it was such an action that it was never meant in spite or harm, just Sophia being unaware.
"It doesn't matter. I'd assume if you wanted a quiet nap, you might choose your room instead. I figure people passing by all the time would be unnerving to a person trying to nap," because it was to Sophia. Granted she'd never tried to nap in a living room, or on a sofa, or even nap for that matter. She hadn't done that since she was a child. Matter of fact, "Why were you trying to sleep anyways? Wouldn't you have homework to do, or maybe something else moderately productive? Why would you want to sleep? "
