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.
"Out of control…?" while this had been a long time ago, Sophia had fits of uncontrollability when she was much younger, a trait she attempted to ensure she didn't follow. But she was a bit embarrassed to do anything about it. Though it would make a rather interesting story perhaps, "I did have times where I couldn't control my powers, even now there are times when I can't always control it because of one issue or another. Sit down."
Instructing him in to closest chair he could find, this could have been long, so Sophia didn't want him to be too uncomfortable. While Miles found a suitable chair to sit down in, Sophia called to her cube of class and brought to her hand, levitating it until rested in her hands. Looking at it, a hairline fracture along it's sides, rather disappointing of a example, so Sophia felt it necessary to start shaping it in to something else. But Sophia started in, "When I was probably your age, my powers started manifesting. Generally, it was anytime I passed a window, I'd notice a crack and then not notice it a moment later. Or if I stared at any window for too long, and saw myself in it, it would crack. Mirrors were the worst, as you can imagine, I do enjoy staring at them for prolonged periods of time, but I wasn't a big fan of them as a teen."
"One day, I found myself in the girl's restroom at school, and I was trying to just leave, and the mirror I happened to look at cracked. I didn't want anyone to know I was a mutant, so I terrified what someone might think if they came in after me. They'd though I did it. So I was trying to find a way to fix it, because I knew I could, I just didn't know how to. And then, my glance went to another mirror and it shattered too," the story was not very well suited for Sophia, where she normally came off as cool and collected with her mutant power, and the fact that she hadn't, it was very distracting for her. But while she spoke, she had the glass in her hand, melting almost and beginning to take shape in to something else, but it was far more elaborate than perhaps what Miles had seen before.
"Then another girl came in, and I panicked. That only cause all the other mirrors to shatter and the windows outside to begin to vibrate and smaller cracks on them to start to form. Granted, I didn't have very good control back then, but if it hadn't been for that girl that came in, I wouldn't have any. She ended up being my best friend, Caroline. She calmed down and thought my powers were 'cool' as she said. She made me clam down and eventually helped me develop my power, though she was kind of blackmailing me to do it. That little…" her anger slowly rising when thinking back to that time. She was forced in the astronomy club, and while there Caroline felt it necessary to tease and torture Sophia with threats of telling other people, until Sophia did what she wanted. It might have been cruel, but a good friend came out of it and even someone who generally had Sophia's best interest in mind.
"Any regard, my power going out of control for a bit was because I panicked and didn't keep my emotions in check. Even now, if I'm startled or have any powerful emotions over take me, my powers can cause all the windows in an area to waver or burst depending on how strong they are, or how strong the emotion was. But all that being said, eventually, when you can control something, you don't really fear it anymore, you learn to live with it, and for myself, take advantage of it whenever possible. I imagine there's a way for you to do it with yours one day," Sophia spoke in gross generalization. She had no clue what Miles could or couldn't do at all, but there was likely some purpose to his power. And if their wasn't, so long as he kept it under control, there was no need to worry. Meanwhile, Sophia's little sculpture of glass was finally finished, floating it back on to the desk, it was a small representation of Astor, created in rather fine details, even with the once transparent glass taking on a smoky like quality. Though of course now, she was merely showing off.
A rare day with little students about, much of them off playing or working on their homework like the good little students they were meant to be. Granted not all of them had chosen to focus on their scholarly activities, much of them continued to play, though a weekend was one for rest and relaxation, not necessarily always working. Sophia felt differently; to Sophia, this weekend was merely a chance to focus on any number of plots and ideas for her new class. Since deciding that her initial concept of focusing on physics of her own level was too strange for the students to understand, she decided it was a different method needed to be used instead. Right now was a partial planning stage, using the nature of the school’s text book for examples of what to use, she decided to focus the study on mutant powers, teaching the students the physics behind some of their powers and how each one of them had some level of physics related to it. Perhaps the great concept was simply that they would otherwise appreciate the text and concepts if related to themselves instead of just anything else.
Still, it wasn’t without her own practice as well, Sophia could try to do two things at once, but she rather practice more than anything else. Despite the sunshine outside, Sophia found solace in the Library, few other students were, there, perhaps one in the corner reading to herself, another searching to a text book, but merely looking around for something to entertain him more so than his actual scholarly work. Sophia on the other hand found a nice relaxing chair, a small table beside it rested a small book of various sketches and diagrams, ancient mathematically language to those who could not decipher the cryptic language of the physics Sophia naturally dealt with. The text book in her left hand reading, but curiously, it was her right hand that moved the most.
With each pause, Sophia’s right hand swayed back and forth, as though counting beats to music or swaying it in time with the sound of the clicking clock in the room. But the clicking was not of the clock, rather were was a set of glass beads, probably an inch in diameter, five in total, swaying back and forth like a Newton’s Cradle, a kind of desk accessory that sat on an executive’s desk and merely moved back and forth as though they understood the nature of it. Sophia did though, the Cradle naturally demonstrates conservation of momentum and energy via spheres that swung back and forth hitting one another, but Sophia was doing it with glass beads instead, and none of them attacked to any strings or stand. Rather Sophia was simply practicing, trying to focus on one thing, while doing another which was far more difficult. Even if she couldn’t follow the book perfectly, she was already well familiar with the material, the motion of the beads in replicating the concept of Newton’s Cradle was far more important to Sophia, and even if she knew she made a slight mistake, anyone watching would have not known there was one.
Still, Sophia could feel a lingering stance walking in to the library, hearing the doors open and then close, with heavy footed steps walking along the wooden floor. It was impossible to not to notice, there was a faint smell of oil and grease, the kind from a car or mechanical device being worked upon. Sophia didn’t like it, but didn’t look up, despite the steps getting close to her, and even her finally recognizing who it was, “I was surprised… I didn’t think you knew where this place was.”
"Yeah… whatever…" Sophia wasn't overly interested in what Tses had to say anymore, dismissively retorting to her latest attempt to prove her ignorance, she was going to play whatever advice Sophia had attempted to give and wasn't going to listen. Perhaps Sophia needed to relate it to one of internet or pop-culture things, but Sophia didn't know any, so it wouldn't have helped. Granted she might as well been speaking Spanish to her, though Greek might have made more sense, considering much her calculations and even terminology was built around it.
If it was anything Sophia disliked, it was that Tses was unintentionally wasting her time. Granted Sophia hadn't existed for probably more than ten years longer than this girl, but she had been in far more laboratories and experienced a lot more. But it was more or less an annoyance to Sophia since she saw herself on a might higher totem pole than Tses. Sophia had an arbitrary judging and ranking system, seeing people as either higher or lower than herself based on arbitrary judgments she determined without committee. Though Sophia was consistently on the top of these rank because of her naturally gifted knowledge, her natural beauty and fashion choices that were always an attempt to subtly upstage everyone else, her mutant powers with little flaws and otherwise smooth control, and her massive ego never allowed her to ever be toward the bottom. If she a time she found herself arbitrarily ranking herself so, it was because someone else was superior in something, she hated, but Tses was hardly even on any of these ranking lists, so obviously Sophia was superior in any number of different ways. And someone superior needed to be listened to, and because Tses hadn't done this, Sophia was now disinterested in Tses. Not it was Tses's fault, but Sophia's ego was simply to bloated and conceded to relent to someone else's thoughts or judgments.
"Blood? " Sophia nearly stopped in her tracks, grabbing Tses's as though stunned by the sudden news. This was strange, but Sophia wanted to know more, "What do you means she controls blood? "
Well that was different, very different, but it was something Sophia didn't understand. Granted, Sophia knew about the internet, but was not up to date with the lingo or happenings of it. If someone ever mentioned something from the internet, it would have had to be pretty popular for it to have crossed Sophia, but even more, she wouldn't have known about it right away either, probably a month later. Granted, Sophia could use a computer, but her exploits on it were limited to fashion, shopping, and only a few websites that featured serious discussion on physics and the likes. She normally wouldn't have bothered with anything else, so when Miles mentioned something called Gangnam something or other, only thing Sophia could do try to mouth out the word herself, seeing if she could even pronounce it, much less understand the meaning of it. What is some sort of way to eat rice perhaps?
But Miles concern regarding the mutant power of his being rather demonic and evil was not what he wanted. It was the type of person that hated being tall but regardless lived with it, though Sophia thought tall people had it better in life, while she was just average at five foot, six inches. Still, part of hearing Miles talk about how he didn't like it made Sophia a bit unnerved. Granted she didn't think all mutant abilities were great, certainly this being one of them, but she didn't have to live with it Miles did, and if he hated it now, no telling what he'd dislike later, or if he'd take it out on someone else. Plus she didn't want to be on the opposite side of such a creature, and if she were a teacher, perhaps she needed to be the one to express her acceptance of it.
Remarkably, Sophia inched slowly away from the wall and more toward the desk. She didn't seemed courageous at all, rather she looked almost petrified, as though she were about to do something she felt she'd regret. But rather than let Miles know she was terrified in his gift, Sophia slowly approached the massive black beast and slowly reached her hand out, as though trying to touch the dog with just the tips of her fingers. She half expected to the dog's fur and be shocked with electricity, though she was certain in the back of her mind that nothing would happen. But as Sophia reached out to the black, undead creature, she touched the head of the dog, and nothing happened. She might have looked like she was squishing her face away, as though she had resigned herself to loosing this hand just to prove a point to Miles, "Mutation... aren't what we want them to be. Yours… it gives you a much better outlook on something we all have… fears. It's an interesting conversation, I assure you… on that people have been asking for a millennia…. okay I done! "
Backing up a bit, the beast was too much for Sophia. She didn't want to be afraid of it, but surely it wasn't like she could continue to touch it without the belief and hint that sooner or later, she'd be missing that favorite right hand of her, especially the ring just along her middle finger. Still, she did her best, probably ten, maybe fifteen, seconds of touching the dog, that was enough right? She turned to Miles, now a safe distance between herself and the dog, "As I was saying, everyone fears losing something close to them. In this case, you got to keep what you lost, in some form or another. I wouldn't look it as being wicked or vile, just have to accept that this is who you are. I told when I was a child, 'Accept what you cannot change, and change what you cannot accept."
Fear was not a state of being for Sophia, she considered herself a queen bee, and everyone else loyal subjects she was letting in to her space to enjoy her company. Not quite that bad, but in some cases it had been, but this sense of fear and excitement in her body was not something she liked. She was far more used to calm and collected means of communication, debate and discussion, logic and facts, her being right and other agreeing to it. Miles's pet dog notwithstanding, this was a very strange mutation that she couldn't quite source our properly, and if she was going to, she'd have to overcome her fear of dogs that were bigger than her. Like that was going to happen any time soon…
"Necromancy… it's an old fantasy style magic that resolves re-animating… bringing back something from the dead to do as you please. Sounds a lot like that, but then again I'm just guessing," mutations were different, who knew how the physics of the human brain worked and why telepaths could what they could do. Why not the same for telekinetic people, or those who grew wings and fur, Sophia couldn't explain it, but she knew the idea of mutations were the breaking of natural laws of nature. Humans didn't grow wings or fur, nor could the freeze temperature or walk through walls, thus mutants naturally broke these rules, simply through genetics, not any purpose or desire on their own.
But then, Miles commanded the beast to do the moonwalk, a very old dance step that was only made famous and popularized by a famous singer. Hearing it only reminded Sophia of a horrible joke she'd heard in the past, something about a young black man eventually becoming a rich white woman, and that it could only happen in America. Regardless, it was a tasteless joke she dare not repeat with children present, and the more relevant fact that this dog was doing a mock version of the moonwalk was perhaps the impressive part. A dog wasn't exactly designed to go backwards, they could, but they weren't necessarily meant to move backwards easily, moving backwards never is, so the beast did it's utter best to do it, and in the process, did something resembling it, if not recreating what it might look like; if you were a dog, "That's… different. I didn't think your generation was aware of the dance move."
Listening to Miles speak to his abilities, trying to make it as scientific as possible didn't work in his favor. This was a kid that looked like he enjoyed skateboarding or one of those new fangled gadgets that kids liked these days, not someone who would be relatively capable of explaining his powers in a single word. But there was a whistle and the sort of sound that Sophia didn't like, loud sharp ones. Perhaps unknown to Miles, but Sophia's powers fed off of hearing things; her ears weren't overly powerful or strong, but sharp noises interfered with her powers and as he did so, the cube of glass Sophia had carefully crafted seemed to crack, as though she were unnerved by the noise.
But if she was unnerved by the noise, she was deadly afraid of what came out. This was a dog, Sophia didn't like animals, or atleast wasn't a big friend of Dogs at all. Anything which was bigger than Sophia and could possibly do great deals of harm wasn't Sophia's friend, but this one was even bigger than normal dogs. Even its eyes seemed fearsome, as those red globes looked around for a moment before locking on to Sophia, like was a potential target. Sophia wasn't sure how to address such a creature, short of backing up away from the desk and toward the wall, making sure the dog was between the desk.
It was then that Sophia heard Miles's ability, a kind of Necromancy she could best put it, and the look on her face was part fascination, but even more so concern. This was a person who treaded on sacred grounds, and not that Sophia believed the text or scriptures, but she did consider that something great than herself existed. Perhaps some cosmic being or afterlife did exist, but if it did, bringing something back from life was a big taboo and one she did not like having to consider at all. Best Sophia could do at this point was look in vague interest, trying her best to not look too scared, but she was backing up against the wall, and she focused on her cube of glass, as well all the glass in the room, hoping she wouldn't have to pull any from its frames, "Ni..nice… dog. I guess that makes you some kind of… necro… black magic… sorta… I imagine your power is more biological then physics related… "
Now this was beginning to get annoying. Sophia had perfectly reasonable ideas to present to a person, and what happened, nothing. Not only that, but this little turd of a girl wasn't even really listening, clearly the idea of constant and postulates meant something, and Sophia wasn't just rambling for the sake of rambling. This girl was like a broken clock, twice a day, maybe she was right, but only those two instances and ever again. Broken was broken, and this short time wasn't nearly enough to fix her obviously, and considering she'd likely never see her again, maybe it wasn't worth it. Though the girl could atleast humor Sophia with a 'I'll consider it…' like response, it didn't hurt to humor Sophia.
If anything, the fact that Tses wasn't humoring Sophia made it worse. Her ego as bloated as it already was, to think that someone wasn't listening to her was extremely annoying, surely it showed on Sophia's face. But her intent was to be composed, having an outburst wouldn't help, and it surely wouldn't paint the picture Sophia wanted of someone freely trusting another. Sophia lamented, this one is damaged goods, "Very well. Have it your way."
They have been walking for a short time now, almost coming up against the end of the halls, and not at one point did they find this Serena girl, and now they were coming toward the end of the hallway. Sophia was going to be quite upset if she found out that no such Serena girl was even here, though what might Tses say if she didn't find her either, "So what does Serena look like? Tell me about her, maybe I've seen her around and just not known it was her."
""I'll have you know, some people like creepy. Everyone likes a good scare once in a while, " though if miles did such to Sophia, she'd certainly find away to make the remainder of his life a living hell of her own. Though that was just Sophia not wanting to be scared, she wasn't overly fearful, but a good scare could only make Sophia retreat from her otherwise overly confident and egotistical personality, to a meek and easily frightened child. Though Sophia was an adult, it took a lot to scare the pants off of her.
"I imagine spending time trying to figure out every student's ability will be impossible. If you can read minds or somehow do something that breaks the laws of nature, then I'm certain I couldn't have a logical way to explain it. Mutant powers are such that they do amazing things by breaking the rules of nature, so by breaking them, we shouldn't be expected to be able to logically or mathematically explain them. But it doesn't mean we can't try, or at least figure out a good way to focus a class around it, " considering this was a great way to explore physics in a meaningful and optimistic way for the students of this mutant school, this was a great stepping stone. She'd probably want to try other people's powers too, simply because if she based it all off her own, then it was going to be a very boring class for some, who probably wouldn’t get the chance to show off or interact with others. Sophia paused as she looked back toward Miles, looking around the class room as thought making sure no one else was visible in the room.
"So what exactly do you do? " questioning Mile's ability, if it was borderline creepy as he said, what was it that he did exactly? Hopefully it was disgusting, Sophia still wanted to be able to look this kid in the eye afterwards.
"Sounds like you're speaking from personal experience, " thinking aloud when Sophia heard the example. Such an example wasn't a very well crafted or thought of before just shouting it out. A parent told a kid to not have an apple because they we're going to have dinner. There was a purpose behind the rule, nothing tyrannical about it. But listening to her speak about authority didn't help either, just listening to her made it sound like the world was against her, and the scapegoat happened to be that she was a mutant. She was only a mutant to people who knew she was one, it wasn't as though from looking at her you could tell she was one, she could probably get by without appearing like one. Still, these thoughts and opinions weren't favorable to Sophia, who spent the greater portion of her life in posh and privileged settings.
"In Science, we learn that sometimes are constants like gravity, certain equations, and such. But there are also theories and postulate, that we must assume are true in order for other theories and equations to work as well. Life isn't that much different, there will be people who will always do the same times, but you have to trust a few of them to lead you in the right way. But science isn't without faults, sometimes theorems and postulates are wrong, and they break the very idea of other theories and equations we might have. We learn from those mistakes, again, not unlike people, and it would seem, you've learned never to trust anyone, " which was what it sounded like. It was a shame, even Sophia, who was a starch believer in science and thought rather highly of herself believed and trusted certain people. It was all the more tragic when they let her down, but all the more important when they proved her right when they assisted her. Sophia might have not been able to express it properly, but trust was something you had to hand over to someone, and just believe.
"Science can teach us a lot about how the world works, but it is just as good of a metaphor for people as well. If you believe in something, it may prove you wrong, like the Geocentric model. Very early, when people were just looking at the stars, they thought that Earth was the center of the universe, that everything circled us. It wasn't until about the 17th century did we were able to prove otherwise, which led to a radically different shift in how we thought of our place in the universe. Granted, we believed in something, it was proven wrong, but we grew stronger because of it. Now if you asked, no one thinks the universe resolves around the Earth, just them, " guilty herself of thinking things happened around her for her. She did think that certain things happening benefited her more so than others, but that was just ego. Through science, Sophia could explain people, but that was the extent of it, relating people to science, theories, postulates, equations, all of which people weren't. Looking back at Tses, maybe she seemed strange for using sciences as a metaphor, but reiterated her point, "But what I'm trying to say is that sometimes you have to trust someone. They might hurt you, but more likely, they might just help you out. "
"I find that very hard to believe," though an off handed comment, she disagreed greatly that this girl didn't believe in rules. There were rules to everything, Sophia knew this very well, considering she lived in rules all the time, though the rules of physics and math more or less. But math was a universal constant, something even the most bug-eyed aliens and anamorphic aliens could all agree with, even if they could never communicate. Ofcourse, math made sense, it always did, and math was based on rules, someone believing they didn't believe in them only lied to themselves, "Everyone believes in some type of rules, even those who don't believe in them. For example, rather than just walk in to the house, you waited outside for someone to let you in. It may not be a hard set rule, but it's a social rule, you don't enter other people's house without their permission. And you're listening to me, so you listening to my rules. I even bet you walk on the sidewalk and sleep at night… social rules…"
"Though if you'd like to live without rules, there's only a two ways to do it, make it so you're so powerful that you don't have to follow the rules, or go some to a remote location where people don't exist, and thus no one to enforce any rules, except for yourself," though this wasn't the answer, social isolation was never a good answer, even Sophia knew this. Sophia loved people, wanted to be around them and interact with them, though people of her choosing, everyone else could simply crowd around and marvel at her instead. Which was the natural order of things for Sophia, there were few people that Sophia looked up to, and those she didn't look up to, oppositely, needed to look up to her. And when they didn't, their either had to be a good reason, or someone was just lying about their position and pecking order in the world. For now, Sophia wondered if Tses didn't realize her place just yet, or once again, lying to herself.
"Makes me wonder though… why do you don't believe in having or living by rules? First thing that comes to mind is that you dislike authority, an otherwise natural observation. But the rule of science is never to assume, because you know what that makes you?" almost singing the natural answer to the reply, though never saying it. It probably would have been rude in company, but she hummed and said it as though in song, certainly she remember the phrase and knew the answer, but now she was curious about this Tses. Maybe there was more to Tses, and if Sophia knew, maybe this was a chance to prove her usefulness to the mansion and the school a bit more, recruiting someone who didn't want to be here, "But there are quite a bit of benefits from following the rules. Maybe you've just not been introduced to such benefits."
"Hardly, " Sophia commented a giggle. No one would know, no one could know, unless they were such that they really wanted to look in depth in to a research paper that was probably lost inside of a scientific journal that probably none of the students in her class would ever know about, atleast not right away. There was a test to see if she could even explain hers, but for now she really need just needed to make sense of this for him, appease his mind and calm him down some, "Your name would be more or less a foot note, the means for which the idea spawned from. Nothing more, though you'd have your name as a foot note in a scientific paper that could or couldn't be published in a hardly known of Scientific journal that only the most hard core of physicists like myself read. Trust me, even if you tried to google my name, you'd have to go to probably page 40 before you ever saw one of my articles. Even then, you usually have to pay to read it. "
"But back to the matter at hand, " spinning behind the desk, she had a small trinket that might work in her purse, a small part of her power that she could keep with her at all time, so just in case she needed to use them, the windows would still be intact. Shuffling past the compact, the make-up pouch, past her wallet, and even the phone, she pulled out what looked like a tennis ball of glass. A kind of pocket version of what probably looked like one of those crystal balls that scammers… fortune tellers looked in to from time to time. Plopping it on the desk, Sophia waited for Miles to take a good look at it, probably thinking her even crazier than before, but never the less, not insane, "This is my power, Hylokinesis…"
Letting the orb of glass rest on the table, Sophia had the ball of glass float upward in to the air, rising just above the desk until it lifted itself more than four or so inches up. Then, from the shape of a sphere, the glass began to change shape entirely, rippling as the pieces of glass built in to orb back to move itself in to new configurations and change, much in the same way you'd warp clay. Soon, the object resembled something more akin to a square, the kind of solid cube that you found in an everyday box or crate. Granted Sophia could change it in to all sorts of stuff, but from a sphere to a box was relatively easy and only took her maybe 10-15 seconds to accomplish. Looking back at Miles, her arms and hands nowhere near the object, she look a very gratified look toward him, "Hylokinesis is the manipulation of glass. I can manipulate glass to float and move on my command, even make it form and change shapes in to what I desire it to, and if I have enough time, I could make just about anything with it. "
"These equations reference the various properties I must manage and control, such as pressure on the glass to shape it accordingly, thermodynamics of the environment, the otherwise natural strength of it, and even the orientation of the forces behind moving it to where I want it to go, such as resisting gravity, or lifting it upward with momentum. There's a lot of physics in my powers, thanks to you, I'll probably spend the next few days trying to refine the calculations and equations that show how I use it properly. But even just the idea of kinetics, the weight of an object and how it travels is probably a decent class to teach perhaps, " though she showed him her gift, she was also rather pleased with it as well. If there was ever a person in the mansion that probably thought themselves better, just because of their mutant gifts, it was likely Sophia. She thought herself the best, if only just because her ability was readily available to her and that such control at this point that how could it not have been the very best ability ever. Though really what she was, was overly prideful in her ability, and probably to a fault.
"It sounds far more reasonable you trusted one party over another. If you believe Sanctuary was better you would have taken her there, so you have a distrust of that place, but believe in this one. Not enough to be a student yourself, but enough to bring a person you're not familiar with to a place you're hoping we would take good care of her," it was logic for Sophia. A game she loved to play were anything logical, where a rational answer could otherwise, and eventually, be found. Math puzzles were her favorite, but only because she'd stare for an hour only to come up with the same idea she did three days ago.
Though in hindsight, it probably seemed rude to analyze a person's motives and movements out loud as you were trying to do her a favor. Though if she were doing her a favor, then to make up for it, Sophia could conjecture all she wanted about Tses's purpose and role here. She could do it all she wanted, but part of her didn't want to make what was already awkward even more so, "Which brings an interesting question, I would assume you're a mutant, how else would have a working knowledge of Sanctuary and then decided that this mansion would be a better place for Serena to be. Well several, but I think it perhaps rude to ask too many."
"So, why aren't you a student here?" it was suddenly a not so agitated Sophia, and more a concerned one instead. Rather than testing the waters by laying out her motives, for which Sophia could be here all day with, part of Sophia wondered herself why she wasn't a student in the school. Certainly there were students who were shuttled from the city to the mansion regularly, but why not this one? Maybe there was another reason, but now Sophia was wondering. Why would someone go through all the trouble of bring a stranger to the mansion, realizing the benefits of it, but not be a part of it themselves?
"That’s…." more than three seconds to think about it, but the concept was rather astute. Though Sophia rarely considered it or gave it much thought on her own, using her astrophysics do things anyone else could do, she never considered applying it toward her own mutant powers before. Certainly, she understood the nature of how she worked, she'd been a mutant for probably ten plus years, she knew that the constant ringing in her ears was glass nearby, thus the need for ear plugs at night when she slept. She knew when she manipulated it, that it was only because she could sense the glass through her hearing the micro vibrations in the glass as pressure being applied upon it at varying degrees because of wind and other people moving past windows and glass. She knew why her powered worked, never the math behind it, though then again, Sophia only ever used the logic of mechanics, math, and physics to make her own telescopes better, never applying it more so toward her own mutant to explain it in mathematical terms.
"Excuse me for just a second…" leaping from her chair, the closest blackboard, with several strokes of the eraser, the board was mostly cleared whatever scribbles she had penciled in earlier, most of it gone. Now it was being replaced, initially by very simply formulas, ones from the books, but lots more Greek letters than regular letters like 'R', 'X', 'Y', and 'Z'. Greek letters led to strange equations, which led to strange looking symbols, mathematical constants or symbols that did something, but hell if the casual person understood them. Soon, Sophia was taking her own sleeve to erase stuff, never mind the bloody eraser just a foot away from her. A flurry of chalk marks, one after another, until not even she noticed, her large round glasses that covered most of her eyes had slimmed down, refined to a fine pair of rectangular glasses instead, low profile, smart looking, very sharp and otherwise the kind of glasses you'd see an intellectual wearing because indeed, their eyes were ruined from constant reading.
"There… than that… replace the Ɵ with a Ω… what is π doing there, that makes no sense at all… π needs to be over here instead, that makes more sense," it was like this for maybe a minute, two at most, rambling like it meant some to a normal person. That was until Sophia spun around looking like the crazy conspiracy nut from a movie as they turned to see a non-believer staring at their work. Sophia wasn't crazy, but this boy was something else, "That is a Marvelous idea! It makes sense, it's smart enough for me to not go crazy thinking it's too dumbed down. And at the same time, real world application of physics that otherwise explains a mutant power. Why didn't I think of this before… What's your name? You're getting a mention in my next paper, who are you?!?"
This Sophia was different, where she was indifferent, perhaps even defeated and otherwise uninterested, now she was very excited, quite happy at the discovery, the real world application, it all make sense, and it could. But when she took a step back, she realized she looked like a bit of a crazy person, rationalizing that once again, she knew exactly what she was talking about, but this boy didn't. All her knowledge, and all her logic, it didn't explain what she wrote and certainly she might been speaking a different language, but it meant nothing to anyone else. She needed to take a step back, returning to her black board, placing her hand on top of her work, as though protecting it from would be droplets of water that might otherwise attack it, "Sorry, little excited… Yes, I am a mutant, and this explains my powers. Well most of it, there's some variables that must be worked out, and this doesn't look quite… this explains a portion of my powers."
"Yeah…" the defeated sound of someone who didn't get it at all. Not that she could blame him, her level understanding was the extent that her papers were in scientific journals of real academia, and for her to try to dumb down the knowledge to a high school level was just massively off. It was an unfortunate byproduct of herself thinking she was too good to be a teacher in the first place, multiplied by the sheer fact that she likely was, or just not humble enough to admit she wasn't a good teacher.
"… You would be correct. Not about the Oort Cloud thing, it can kind of be similar to a cosmic fart I suppose, assuming the theories are correct and you could get the ice to stay in a relatively fix orbit around some celestial body and… about the lesson, I mean. I imagine it went over a lot of student's heads," admitting a mistake was the first part, admitting there was a problem was a key factor in figuring out how to fix it. Even this kid's example was fairly simple, not quite how Sophia saw or factored the universe, but still, there were quite a number of variables even in that example. Tires, weight of the object, wind resistance and other factors which naturally children never considered in problems, just the base, most absolutely thing they wanted to find.
"I suppose I need a new direction tomorrow. Maybe I need to study this text book a little bit more before I the next class," still, her voice sounded defeated and annoyed. It was not like Sophia to loose in any sort of fight, but resolved to do better was not on her mind immediately. A blow to the ego of hers was likely knocking out a prize fighter, and one that normally never lost. The fact that Sophia's bruised ego was only compounded by this students comment didn't help either, though she was somewhat resolved. Looking back at her student before her, she wondered aloud, more or less off handed, as though never suspecting a real answer, "What do you want to learn instead?"
The joke was somewhat tasteless, but Sophia was neither familiar or concerned with any of this man's Ex's or such. Granted Sophia wanted to care about this gentleman if just to get herself in place proper, but she refused to laugh or even smirk at the notion, simply giving him a rather cold stare as though she weren't overly concerned about the attempted humor. Still, when his attention went to Mr. Jacobs Spiders, Sophia could only full heartily agree, so who ever this guy was had a bonus in Sophia's book. Eye patch didn't help, though it did make him kind of rugged in a sense.
What annoyed Sophia the most was an introduction by someone else. Mariusz had introduce everyone to everyone, and it annoyed Sophia because she could be her own champion and voice if she wanted to. The fact that others were going to monopolize her appointment was not a huge bother, but from what Sophia understood, Mr. Jacob wanted help for his spider project, as disgusting as that sounded. And Mariusz wanted back in to his room, but now he wanted more broader questions to be asked too? If you were all asking question and such, they should have been doing it on their own time Sophia believed. However, Sophia had given them a chance to be dealt with first, she was not in any immediate hurry. Her time was her time, so as much as these boys wanted to ask questions and take up time from Sophia, it wasn't going to paint them well in her book.
She was going to remain silent, nod when her name was called, and simply wait. Patience was a virtue, and being in control of her emotions was important to ensure that not all the windows broke on her way out. Maybe some would vibrate and crack, but hopefully, her annoyance wouldn't destroy the entire place's supply of glass.
