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.
Was it up or down, maybe left or right, or maybe she had to just turn around and the correct way was directly behind her. Though Sophia prided herself on wealth of scientific knowledge and her extraordinary beauty, but her sense of direction was horrible without a map. Sophia could recall the time she lost herself in a museum before, probably the most fun she had was getting lost and seeing the different exhibits, but the teacher she was with thought different and was frantically upset with her. Granted now Sophia was an adult, but her sense of direction was still just as bad.
And if loosing herself wasn't bad enough, it seemed Tses was trying to find the right way herself. The mansion had long halls, but one turn here or there meant getting lost and when you got lost, then it wasn't necessarily a great deal. Sophia wasn't interested in letting someone have full reign to peek around on their own, she was careful to keep an eye on Tses, but as she started peering around a corner, Sophia focused her attention a glass picture frame on the wall, cracking it ever sharply that anyone hearing it would have noticed it right away. Though Sophia was cheeky about it as well, making the cracks form a sort of arrow pointing back toward her which was very easy to notice, “I wouldn't be going too far if I were you. ”
“We're going this way, ” pointing in the clearly opposite direction. If Tses wanted to go that way, Sophia was resigned to traveling her way instead, ensuring that Tses didn't get them further lost. It was obvious which way to go for Sophia, leaving the hallway that had a similar corner around it and clearly seemed like the proper way to go. Only to go around the corner and get to a hallway that seemed blocked by rather grand doorways. Sophia hadn't recalled going through any doors before now, but that didn't mean that this wasn't the way back to the front. And anything this big meant that it had to lead somewhere important. And ofcourse it did, to a rather large ball room that was fairly bare except for some furniture along the walls covered in white sheets. Obviously this was the right way for Sophia, since they had walked in to something magnificent, it only meant she was on the right track, “Well isn't this magnificent!"
Sophia had little inclination about what had happening to her all the sudden. Granted she only found a place to sit and reactively did so only because it was so natural for her to do so. But when she first sat down, feeling something underneath her felt strange, but the sudden growl of noise seemed the best of what was about to happen. No sooner had Sophia's rear end touched the sofa had she been violently kicked from it, lifted upwards in to the sky and thrown forward as though she were some timely cartoon catapulted from a spring and thrown forward. Even the timely yelp from Sophia seemed classic to the 40s and 50s animation of their day, “WAAaahhhh….!"
“Ow…", it didn't take that long before Sophia was on the floor, rubbing her head properly and she lay there for a moment, breath taken and confused by what had happened. Granted she hadn't flown too far from the sofa, looking around, there was thankfully no sofa table before this one, otherwise it would have hurt a lot more. The carpet was a thankful relief, being rather soft, it gave Sophia a moderate landing rather than anything too hard. Though Sophia did notice a rather upturned draft, realizing her skirt had flown upward and might have revealed far more than she expected. Turning bright red, she got to her knees, properly tucking her short skirt down and ensuring that no one caught any glimpses of her unmentionable hugging her derrière.
“What was that…?" rubbing her head a bit, though it didn't hurt much, but Sophia wanted to take account of what had happened, once she collected herself. Her big concern was the phone she had, if it had been thrown, who knew what kind of damage it could have taken, so that was first. The text book she'd brought her been thrown lopsided along the sofa, partly open, a page or two might have been folded improperly now, but that wasn't a huge concern. Sophia checked around it first and saw no sight of her phone, not on the ground or near the book at all. Whatever knocked her off the sofa could have waited, she needed to locate her phone, damn anything else. She started to feel under the sofa, the ridges of her fingers lining the bottom of it as she kneeled down on her knees and palms, trying to see if perhaps her cherished phone had slid under the sofa perhaps.
'It's too bright…' but that was a generally nice thing. A bright sunny day, with lots of sun beaming in through the windows, which was nice change of pace as of late. New York was a much colder place than southern California, where there, a typical day ranged in the upper 70s and 80s if it were nice, but New York felt instantly 10 degrees colder to Sophia, which was not appreciate of. Of for the days of summer to arrive, shorter skirts, less long sleeves knits and blouses, and perhaps a much better chance for sandals if anything else.
Alas, the sun was Sophia major gripe. Sophia was not a outdoor person, preferring the comfort of a desk and table inside to study and do her work, rather than being outside. The only time she liked to be outside was at night time, telescope in hand, looking out in to the stars for fun, much as she did as a teen. Though those days were not nearly as prevalent, school monopolizing her time as of late meant that night time viewings were turning in to rare events. For now though I was studying and work, if she were going to be a teacher, she had to be a decent one first before she could become the best one of all.
Sophia entered one of the living spaces, one of several in the house, and wasn't paying too close attention. Her attention was instead on her notes from class, reading them off her new phone she recent bought, with its huge screen and nearly infinite processing power, it was a real dream of a tool for Sophia. Granted it was a common tool, but Sophia was trying her best to utilize it to her best, for now, jotting notes on to it and listening to recordings of her music was her favorite past time. Ear buds in, this was a good time to sit down, a quite place she could stretch out and read more of the text book under her arm. The ungodly looking book looked like a mystical tome of knowledge, or atleast three phone books sewn together. It wasn't a concern for Sophia, she had atleast three more this size in her room, but a nice place to sit was best.
For Sophia, this had been a sofa she noticed before. Around this time in the afternoon, it was usually beaming with sunlight, not a favorite idea considering right now she thought it way too bright, but it was probably the warmer place in the house and few students usually passed by that portion of the living space, so Sophia wasn't hopefully going to be to bothered. Sophia hadn't been paying attention though, her attention still on her phone checking e-mails and other things, so much so that she hadn't noticed a previous occupant of the Sophia, plopping down on to it with any second thought if someone else had been sitting, or even resting there before…
"Fine, you're more than welcome to sit and wait outside instead," granted, there wasn't a lot of damage she could do outside, and at this point Sophia wouldn't have minded her outside either. But this was not her win, but it rather Sophia's defeat. Trying to look like the adult and she was still capable of being gloated in to reacting not only poorly, but in a manner which painted her in just the most negative light possible. This wasn't what Sophia wanted at all, it was an absolutely horrible way to look, and for someone like her that was not only smart, but beautiful, this was a travesty all together. Thank goodness no one else saw or heard Sophia's outburst, the last thing she wanted was to have others see her appearing like some demon or witch to students. No one would even entertain the notion of taking her class.
The office, why hadn't Sophia thought about it? Was she too over confident in this situation? And if she was, why didn't she already realize that she didn't know where this office was, much less that she didn't know this girl? She didn't need to impress anyone, least of all a person who Sophia already believed too far beneath her, but still, she tried. Just a few question spinning in Sophia's head, having noted that she never usually did things like that, but at the same time, she normally was not around a wealth of people either, so assisting people was not her normal act. Sophia resided in her head that the only reason she helped was her own benefit in the eyes of others, thinking better to help a person rather than let the ponder and wait. But she was the adult, she was to be expected if she had to deal with children and teens, and Sophia should have known that she wasn't going to be respected after Tses didn't heed her comments at all earlier.
Resigned to trace her steps back, she found herself retracing herself back to the entrance, but when it came to a stair way, she pondered if she needed to go up or down at all, forgetting if she had even traveled up stairs before. She had to stare at it pretty hard before even deciding upon anything, "Which way was it….?"
What pleased more than seeing Jacob exiting out of the room was instead the mere fact that the man behind the desk had commented about his horrible insects in the jar. Experiment or not, it was not something to be openly carrying around as though it were a handbag or clutch purse; rather it was more akin to carrying nuclear waste, or maybe some sort of bomb, best left to a proper suit and gloves, and with no one close by. In any case, he was gone, those disgusting creatures were gone, and the room was more or less civil once again, with what appeared to be a noticeable decline in brute testosterone. It was as though Sophia could breathe once the intelligence in the room had risen.
Still what existed between Sophia and a private conversation with someone important in the mansion was a man with feathers and an accent. Granted Sophia could be patient, she wasn't perfect, every human had a limit, and while Sophia's wasn't necessarily close, she wasn't about to wait forever for an appointment she made ahead of time, only to be trumped by those without one. But when Mariusz began listing his own credentials regarding what he had studied, Sophia became increasingly worried. Theology wasn't a degree, it was a hobby, and it certainly wasn't any science or practical form of study that had definitive answers, much less agreed upon ones. The study of religion was about as useful as figuring out how many gummie bears a person could eat before throwing up.
"Hehe," a slight snort and giggle from Sophia when she heard the man with the feathers mentioning his study of Theology. The fact he paid money to get such a degree was the even sillier part, though as much as she found the study humorous, she tried her best to hid her amusement with her right hand so that while it might have been noticeable, it didn't appear intentional. Granted it wasn't that Sophia purposefully giggled, just the thought made her perk up a bit and show a bit more life in the otherwise stark face from before.
"I’ll consider it,” she growled back as she nearly began gritting her teeth, though she was more interested in impaling this girl with a few shards of glass at this particular point. She did have a point thought, it wouldn’t have been a good introduction to the school, considering she hadn’t had a formal introduction just yet. Sophia could see it though, hurting someone because she got on her nerves, it would have been righteous and proper, she could have found a way to explain it. But she was the adult, and she wasn’t to be one, even if she was fighting the urge to do mean things to another person who was getting on her nerves.
"Let's turn around, I imagine the Office isn’t too far away from the entrance,” a grumble in her voice, as though admitting some level of defeat, but angry with herself that a child had gotten to her in some way. Sophia was a very collected person; this kind of outburst from her was unacceptable, whether in normal company or in that of private, such an show of anger was not in her normal strain of thoughts and she was really embarrassed that it had come to that. She purposefully turned around and walked ahead, ensuring that she could collect her thoughts so that the redness in her face could disappear, replaced with the calm and collected feeling she was more normally attuned to.
"I…I…" at a fairly loss for words for Sophia. Rather astounding intellect, great body, and the ego to rival the side of the planet, but when it came down to it, she was bad with finding things and the general location of stuff. If she could, she'd find a way to build a teleporter just to get herself from one location to another instantly, just because she always got lost. Plus, this place was foreign to her still, despite only having been here a short time, but that wasn't the problem. Sophia's face and anger built rather quickly from that point, the pink to red changing complexion on her face was enough to send her in to another state of utter embarrassment as well.
"I am too a Teacher here!" her voice creaked in to a rather loud stance that was enough to scare a few people, but it was one of utter shock as well. In almost any sense, this was never the side Sophia showed, one with her calm and collected manner dismissed for one of sheer upset and panicked embarrassment. Though as she shrieked back at Tses, portions of windows began to jiggle in their frames, as though they may break through them any instance.
"I have years of education, formalized training, greater understanding of the universe and cosmos that few people have ever understood, muchless known about. And you don't think I'm a teach just because I’m human and get lost! I just moved in!" though when she was finished with her little tirade, she finally noticed some of the windows around her buckling and a few of them even beginning to show signs of cracking and spider webs forming as a result. With her new focus on the windows all the sudden, even her own eyes completely off of Tses, whatever it was in Sophia settled down and more of her calm demeanor returned as her attention toward the windows quickly began to seal up all the cracks, making them like new once again. Turning her attention back to Tses, "I am a teacher here… I start next week."
Sophia had to handed it to Jacob atleast, but this was well out of her field. Sophia well understood the basic of Physics perhaps better than anyone in the mansion, but her expertise was not in practical physics, somewhat theoretical applications of physics in Space, without of gravity, as well as the greater understanding of celestial bodies and their physics, which again, theoretical. The answer Jacob wanted was not one she could speak to very well, if anything it was a topic that was difficult answer, since she wasn't an engineer at all. Frankly, this was why they had professionals, people dedicated to the research and study of this kind of technology, but Sophia could hardly fault someone for seeking her approval.
“No…" though when she said it, she was merely looking at an equation, tempted to erase it completely since it wasn't right and hardly the one she would have assumed he came up with. She did that a few more time, though not nearly as loudly, mumbling to herself, reading over his notes as though she kind of understood the nature of his purpose in it, but the math was wrong, the application was difficult, but this was not something Sophia could help with, but now the question was how to help, assuming she would.
“Your equations are wrong, they don't take nearly enough of the environmental data or reaction in account, much less structurally, this is something that that kinda looks like it would be way to heavy to wear. Plus, this isn't exactly my expertise," her voice was almost shrew as she said it, almost oblivious to any effort and work put in to the designing of such an armor. But like she said, this wasn't her area of expertise, she couldn't speak to it, she didn't know the first thing about bullets or armor, short of what they were and what they were used for. This was a field WELL out of her range, and she wasn't afraid to admit it now, “Besides, this is what lab geeks do for a living. Governments give a great wealth of money in government contracts to companies to design this kind of stuff. If it were this simple to design it, then it wouldn’t be a billion dollar industry."
Blood was not something Sophia was ever going to deal with, it wasn't her field of expertise and nor did she have any vested interested in making it such. Though what you might be able to do with it, even if it wasn't outside of the body, there were potentials for lots of manipulation, assuming the strength lied in doing such. If one could do a lot of harm to another person if you crossed this person, or simply spooked them enough to activate their power. Now that Sophia began to think about it, the more her body cringed at the idea of forcing portions of blood into parts of her body that caused her to get blotches on her skin, or made her pass out at an inconvenient time, or what if… no way… they could use it stimulate movement in the body! Everyone was this girl's play toy now! It was time to find this girl.
Then Tses had to do the unthinkable, she had come up with an idea that actually sounded relatively intelligent, which only made Sophia curl inside. Granted though there was a reasonable reason why this wasn't their first action this entire time, maybe two. Firstly, Sophia though that this girl would just be easy to find, and the fact that they hadn't seen other children running about made Sophia wonder if she was unaware of something that everyone else ought to have been well aware of. And then the second, "That could very well be a good point, though I don’t know where such an office is."
It was hard for Sophia to want to look up, she wasn't too interested in the looming shadowing looking down upon her with a rather tripe comment about whatever it was he thought was important. Though just for her own thought, she forced all the glass like sand to the bottom of one of the hourglass jars and flipped it over, as though timing how long this would last. Not that Sophia expected to last long, but she did wonder how this would work and if it would end up being something interesting or just a reason to disagree completely with him on any number of different menial thoughts he was having.
“Well lets pray that that never happens," while the notion of making a little extra cash was a possible one, Sophia had a trust fund that wasn't likely to dry up any time soon. And if she really was in a pinch for money, Sophia could always create a series of really impressive glass jewelry, and after a day, trick a bunch of stores and pawn shops in to buying her very extravagant jewelry for next to nothing. Though at the same time, Sophia was praying that there was never an instance where her life had gotten so bad that she needed Jacob's help just to put a few bucks in her pocket.
“Something I can help you with?" granted, when she had been talking, her voice had been dismissive and otherwise uninterested in even giving Jacob the time of day to look up at him considering he hadn't even done the fairness to retort to her earlier when he walked in. A mere hello wouldn't have sufficed, the 'ma'am' part was particularly annoying, since Sophia though of 'ma'am' sounded old and denoted her as being older than she certainly wasn't. Sophia wasn't going to take the notion of her being older when she was no such thing.
"I'd hardly call it nothing," Sophia mentioned, though seemed far less interested in pushing it further when the second girl suddenly came in to view rather suddenly. She had been hidden rather well before, but here she was now, and she was making rather assumptive statements regarding her intention. Granted, Sophia had little interest in seeing a mutant going to prison, though she had little interest in how this ended as well, but now somewhat involved, Sophia couldn't easily look away.
As now it was a store they were in, the back exit was not an easy way to escape, assuming someone might have been waiting there perhaps too. This was a rather sticky position for this mutant, being purple in all. Though at the same time Sophia had little interest in showing her own mutant power off to others quite so suddenly, though perhaps the back of the store might have worked well for this. With little interest really, Sophia had notions or ideas on how to try and get this somewhat under control, "I’m not super interested in anyone getting in trouble, so do me a favor and stay out of it. Try to go toward the back of the store."
And with that, Sophia went to a rack, and pulled a rather ugly punk shirt that she normally wouldn't ever wear but felt it necessary to pick it up regardless, double checking the size and the others sizes around it before taking it up toward the lone store clerk at the front. Sophia looked around, seeing an easy to reach cordless phone just with in arms reach if she wanted it, and made her move, "Excuse me, do you have this in a size 14?"
The clerk shook her head no, picking up the shirt and saying she'd be right back to find the right size for Sophia. And while she left, and once she was out of eye sight, Sophia reached toward the phone and quickly dialed 9-1-1 as fast as she could. For an emergency line, it took a few seconds before anyone picked up, and with that, she began whispering in to the phone, as though rushed and hurried, "Yes, Hurry! There's a big purple mutant, running down the street! They were trying to start a fight with another guy in the street, and I think I saw the mutant attack another person! Oh my…!"
After that, she hung up and tossed the phone back toward the counter and walked away. She waited by the doorway for the police to show up, hearing their siren's coming even closer, hoping they'd finally arrive as she could still see people in the street dispersing from the crowd that had gathered before. Once they'd arrive, she'd lead them right where they wanted to go.
It didn’t feel like spite, but Jacob neither really gave Sophia much interest and simply went about his way, taking an arm full of books to a table just on the opposite side of the library to her. Granted Sophia thought this was merely being rude at this point, but considering that she knew he didn’t particularly like her, that was his problem and not hers. If he didn’t want to bask in the warm glow that was Sophia’s otherwise natural beauty and charm, that was all him at that point.
Still, Sophia decided best to try her own best to ignore him as well, both had things they were trying to do and Sophia wasn’t about to let the simply nature of a gear head get the better of her. Sophia had to rise above, and the fact that he didn’t even comment on her Newton’s Cradle was more or less just an additional annoyance. Apparently the man couldn’t see skill and genuine talent at all, of course if he couldn’t in the office, he probably wasn’t going to acknowledge it ever. Still, that wasn’t about to stop Sophia from trying to craft a new toy to play with.
This time Sophia decided it ideal to craft an hourglass, wondering if she could make one complex enough to actually work. Granted the glass she had been using for the Newton’s Cradle was just enough to make a rather simplistic one, she wanted something fancy, mostly due to her own nature of being complex, but also merely to show up anyone watching how skillful she was with it. It took about five minutes or so of working the glass to get it about right, though all the while, refracting light all over the library as she had. Unannounced, the sunlight had started to shine in to the library a lot more than it had earlier, and now as she manipulated the glass, shards of glass falling into place caught rays of the sunlight and shined them in all directions, but Sophia hadn’t been paying that close attention at all. Rather, she was half paying attention, looking over every few words from book and completing the hour glass seemingly from memory and trying to do so as best as she could. She’d occasionally look over and see that she needed to fix something, but otherwise, she was doing well.
But her lack of attention likely was an issue to others, who saw the hour glass transforming before them, but more or less saw beams of light directed back at them for a fraction of a second. And when it was finished, it looked like a rather impressive hour glass, no taller than four or five inches, but it was fairly impressive in construction and design, very neat to look at. As she floated in the air, turning it over to start the small crumbles of glass inside the hourglass to start, the hourglass started refracting light once more in various directions, but this time, the bulk of it was going to Jacob, and all the while, Sophia was rather unaware, a small smirk on her face as she read over text in the book and glanced over in Jacob’s general direction toward an actual clock on the wall.
"It's not a question of assuming I will learn to teach a class, nor is it an assumption you'll learn to control your power," a rather high and mighty tone from this the person who thought herself a queen bee among all others. But it was a rather decisive sounding tone, as those Miles was completely wrong on the matter.
"It's a matter of time, and in some cases patience, for which I have little of. Hopefully this weekend, I will complete an appropriate plan on how to teach this class accordingly. When you learn to control your power is up to you, and for which, I believe you will succeed. If not, then atleast I know who to go to get a pet back," she hinted at the strange necromancy like powers raising one of her pets up from the ground, but that was a lie. She neither had an interest, patience, or time for a pet, though if it could assist her and was unique enough, then perhaps, but it seemed drastically unlikely of a course of events to happen.
"But for now, you likely have studies or friends to get to, as where I have a lesson plan and my own studying to take care of," it was a lukewarm dismissal of Miles at this point, but she had a fair amount of work ahead of her, and when such a time came, her focus could be unusually such, and almost the point of ignoring or even angering others by such focus. Granted, it was never a cruel or mean thing, just the casually determinative nature of Sophia. Hopefully Miles would not object, but surely there were other matters for him to look in to.
This was a suddenly strange confession, though ofcourse it was one Miles started when he spoke to Sophia her mutation and when he had let go of her emotions and let the glass break around her. Perhaps her chatty mood was rubbing off. From just an example of being unable to control her powers, to now being asked to assist, and much worse by asking to keep him cages up. There were a few different issues with that, but she felt it necessary to try and offer some assurances.
"I would imagine that other, more senior, professors of this school would disagree with myself teaching others to use their powers just yet. I am still new, as evident by the class you attempted to take earlier, but their lies a much more critical problem when it comes to trying to cage you, or anyone else," which was something Sophia didn't really like the idea of doing. Granted, she could very well do it, but there was a rather obvious answer. With that, Sophia dropped the glass dog in her hand, letting it fall to the floor, and while it fell without her control, it shattered more or less without it as well. When attacked the wood floor beneath Sophia's feet, the glass had little chance of landing any successful damage, instead simply shattering on impact, the legs going in different ways, breaking at the joints, the main body cracking and shattering as well, and even the finer details falling along the ground.
"Glass is not a strong material to cage a person. It's a strong material in mass quantities, and with a proper amount, I could very well make a cage suitable to protect others from you, but it would not be a very strong cage. And in order to make it such would take an extended period of time and even more glass than I think is readily available here in the mansion. Assuming people don't mind going without windows for a day or two, it might be possible, but I'm told there are better facilities for this kind of training," Sophia was aware that there were other parts of the mansion that might have better qualified for this training. Perhaps a bunker room, or some underground war room meant for practice of such abilities. While this eager student was reaching out for help, there was little recourse that Sophia could honestly offer immediately. It was a bit of a problem, but something Sophia might have a direction to take it.
"But… what it sounds like instead of an issue with controlling your power, you fear what you become. You fear what you might become or what you might do, so perhaps the trick is to rather to become more focused or calm in your thoughts so that you aren't so stimulated in this… 'Dark form' of yours. Granted, this might be the place for a telepath, and certainly one here in the mansion could assist you in it," though which one Sophia was unaware, since she didn't know any. This whole new thing was quite annoying, and Sophia hated this idea of being here and not knowing everything yet. There was time to learn still. Meanwhile, as Sophia spoke, she began gathering the glass along the floor and recollecting them in to a glass sphere once more, returning her minor creation to its original state, as though symbolically telling him that even if you break, things can always come together in the end, "But you also seem like the kind of kid that will figure it out sooner than later."
At just the notion that a person could make blood hover, it was scary to think that she might be able to do if she could manipulate it quite like Sophia could manipulate glass. Sophia could reform glass in to any different shapes, not just forcing it to float in the air, and even she could melt it and reform it as necessarily. If this Serena girl could do the same, this was one very scary person, her body covering in goose bumps rather quickly, and even shivers spreading down her spine and to her back. This was a notion and power that Sophia thought was rather unbelievable though.
"Seriously, that what she can do?" leaving little chance for Tses to settle down at all from her retort, but Sophia didn't want to believe that such a person even existed. Why would someone like that need to exist in the first place. Granted you could, but why? Mutations were not only weird, but it was slowly getting to the point that Sophia was considering herself a massive step above the rest now. Her powers, with almost no flaw, and herself with no real flaws either, she was quite a impressive person, but there were even scarier people out there. If the world only knew, they'd be even more scared.
"Then… let's find this girl a bit quicker for you," now it was Sophia's mission to get this over with, she didn't want to dittle-dally with it any longer, it was something she longed to see completed, and move on as a result. But that didn't seem likely, and among all other things, Sophia still didn't know if perhaps Tses was lying about a girl who could control blood or not, something like that, why would Tses lie about that? But in any case, Sophia didn't want to think about it; she didn't like blood and just the thought of it annoyed her greatly.
