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.
Now… if Jacob had turned on his car a moment earlier, he wouldn’t have heard anything… but he could hear the rush of air through the open car window but didn’t feel a breeze, just before the young mutant landed. The only thing he could do about it was turn his head in time to see him land and say some greeting in a language he didn’t recognize. The tone was friendly enough though, so he didn’t bother with wondering what the word meant in a more literal standpoint, and just assumed was something like ‘hello’.
Then he asked if there was something he could help him with, and he suddenly felt very trapped.
Still, none of this transpired on his face. He gave the young man a once-over, due to his obvious physical mutation and the unexpectedness of his arrival, and replied in kind. “I was passing through and curious as to what this place is,” he said honestly… He didn’t have to include the fact that his senses were going crazy about the different mechanical wonders he could sense on the premises, and the truth was that he simply wanted to touch them… get to know them… maybe take them apart. His mechanic’s blood and engineers mind were racing to think of logical reasons for him to allow Jacob access, but he was still drawing blanks.
But another question arose, more out of thought that the young man looked awfully healthy as someone who would have been targeted for various hate crimes extremely quickly. “Do you live here?” It had only been a mere moment since his last statement, and his voice, while deep and it’s tone usually used to having authority of some kind, was relatively gentle. No need to scare to poor guy off for no reason… but he was also forgetting his manners. He had noticed the Bow and Arrows, but at this range, if he had wanted to hurt Jacob, he should have kept flying.
Opening his door after ensuring he wasn’t going to hit the young man, he stood to his full 6’ 3” height and held out a hand to shake the young man’s. “I apologize, I haven’t even introduced myself and I am already asking you things. I’m Jacob.”
Colt nodded thoughtfully as she went through her entire speech, listening intently. "Well, rules of engagement change rapidly... not only based on where you are, but even mid-fight. I know some absolutely ruthless people actually convert the enemy into our allies through careful use of restraint and mercy. It is amazing what people will do when you have them cornered and show that you truly will exercise those abilities that are in everyone. Kill your enemy, and you lose one foe... Convert your enemy, and you not only eliminate your enemy, but you gain reinforcements."
He let that information sink in... this was all based on real life experience... he had fought in firefights and killed human beings... but he had never grown numb, but knew people who had.
"Going numb is actually dangerous... it is a natural reaction to try to steel yourself against that kind of pain, but that pain is what helps you balance it. I have felt no remorse for people who I have killed, but I do feel respect. They were combatants, fighting for what they beleived in, just like you and me... what I have no feeling is fighting a coward. You have to rediscover your feelings in combat, or you will become weak... it is as simple as that."
Finished, he wondered for a moment if she understood the depth of his words... they all brought back memories of a time he wish he could forget. "Does what I am saying make any sense? Feel free to ask questions, it took me years to understand all this."
He knew the type of soldier she was... but honestly, wasn't about to start a 'who's better' competition with a young girl, especially when you consider the basics of what a soldier is, they were the same. They fought for the ideals they believed in. She then commented on his demonstrated ability, and he smirked. "Thank you," he said simply, leaving it at that. Some people would have used it for immoral means, but his morals and strengths were strong, and unwavering.
Then she went into the basis of her reason for killing... and he found he couldn't agree to some key points. He waited patiently for her to finish though, respecting her words. "Killing is for when there is no other option, or you know that a harsh lesson will not suffice. I agree that there will be a war, but labeling it as 'Humanity' and Mutants is too broad. I do believe there will be war in certain factions, but I know before I got out, the Army was being taught extreme levels of tolerance. We serve the people of the United States, and that Includes Mutants. Aside that, killing innocents only causes your enemies to multiply, for all the people who want vengeance... kill the wrong non-combatant, and you might have too much to deal with very quickly. For instance... I guarantee I would be hunting someone if they killed my parents, who are not mutants... and I am someone you don't want to have hunting you."
It wasn't a brag... from his tone that was obvious... it was a fact.
They pulled up to the end of the line, and the Sanctuary was somewhere nearby... he could feel the mechanical things there, but was more focused on the person he was with that anything. He put the car in park, wanting to continue his conversation, and directed his full gaze upon the young woman, giving her his undivided attention.
Ah, the wonderful feeling of being on his way home.
Granted, he loved visiting his parents who owned a simple home around the outskirts of New York City, but he could not compare it to going to his own home after a week of visiting them. It was so much more quiet where he lived, even with the military post being only fifty miles away. Picturing his house he frowned slightly at the sight before him... his normal route home was beginning to undergo construction, and he would have to take a detour... THROUGH the city. With a sigh, he began to weave into the hustle and bustle of the traffic, when something pinged off his passive senses that didn't make any sense at all.
Either his mutation was beginning to develop quirks, or there was a mechanical wonder nearby.
Curious, his 68 Impala growled closer to what he was sensing until he came to a set of gates... and his curiousity grew stronger by the minute. Putting the vehicle in park across the street from the large black iron gates, he turned the key to silence his beloved 'Baby' as he called her, and focused, trying to hone in on what he was sensing. From the gate, which he could tell was mechanically controlled, it was still a distance, so he couldn't tell for certain, but he was almost positive that he was detecting military grade... or higher... vehicles in the facinity.
"Well that can't be right..." he muttered to himself. He looked back over to the gate, his hazel eyes locking onto the sign put into the stone of the support pillar near the metal. Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters. Didn't sound like a military weapons development location, especially within the city of New York, but why was his senses going crazy? He positively identified that one of the vehicles was made for flight, but it didn't match anything he had ever encountered before. The engine alone put the F-22's he and felt on that last tour through the Air Force base he had last year seem like they belonged in a lawn mower. Curiousity mounting, he thought about a way to approach and get a closer look. He ran a hand over his head, feeling the pricks of the extremely short hair in his palm and allowing it to itch the scratch that nestled there.
If it was a military site, he was sure that by now he would be getting a couple of guys in black suits telling him to move along any second now... but when none of them showed up outside his glossy black Impala, he continued to sit, and wait. Eventually, he would muster an excuse to approach the gate and ask permission to enter... but he had to come up with something truthful. Lying didn't bode well with him, at all, ever... and the idea of just walking up and saying 'Mind if I have a look at that jet you got stashed in your back yard' didn't sit well with him.
Curious... he continued to sit and wait, and then became aware of something else... He had been so focused on the jet or plane or Transformer or whatever it was that he hadn't realized that there were some small gears moving. Looking towards the sensation, he locked onto what looked like a security camera.
Well isn't that just peachy. Now I look like a stalker or something, he thought.
He felt the zoom lense gear grind, likely zooming in on his face, and knowing he was caught, rendered a simple 'You Got Me' wave, and prepared to start his car and leave.
She considered herself a guardian... a reason he could definitely get behind. Regardless of most people, human and mutant alike, who wished for peace, there was certainly more violence than kindness in the delicate fracture in humanity. Mutants hated humans for being discriminated against, humans hated mutants due to envy or fear... a simple and most basic instinct. "Regardless of what they say, protecting others is never something I would look down upon. You have my respect."
She visibly relaxed at the fact that he too was a mutant, and that was interesting in itself. Being a mutant, being around another mutant, one would think the fact that she didn't know his intentions or abilities would cause her to go more on edge, but obviously there was more to it... she felt comradery with fellow mutants. Much like Jacob did when speaking to a fellow Service Member or Veteran... he could understand that as well. She spoke of the brutality of protecting others, and a quote rose to his mind.
"There is a question, as old as War itself. If someone is going to kill you, or those you love, are you not entitled... or even obligated, to rise against that person, and kill them first?" He paused, and allowed it to sink in. "I am a former soldier of the Army, and in my experience, the answer is Yes." He then began to address the other question. "Let me show you." Pulling over, he placed the Impala in 'park' and looked towards a parked vehicle across the street, making a nod in its direction to allow her to see what would happen.
The car, a newer Ford Focus, came to life, the lights turning on, the engine coming to life, and suddenly, it was moving in reverse. Coming to a sudden halt, it then began to pull ahead, and then using the slick roads, began to do donuts in an empty intersection. Just as quickly, knowing the squealing tires would draw attention, he returned the vehicle back to its spot, with needle precision. He then put Baby back into drive, and pulled ahead, moving towards Sanctuary again. "I can control anything mechanical."
The visible flinch was something that Jacob had expected, and it wouldn't be long before the question popped up. That was fine... he was finding out volumes of information already about the young woman in his car. He had caught her off guard, and she was slightly startled, but was more concerned about finding Sanctuary. Looking at the directions provided on the phone, he recognized the route, and began to drive, using his periferal vision to watch his companion. He smirked slightly at her final comment after giving the directions. "Used to using the Leather Personel Carriers... I know the feeling." He said simply, not delving into why... it wasn't his business.
"Are you a mutant?"
And there it was. He was beginning to wonder if she had been having a blonde moment and dismissed his use of his skills. He teased it a bit more though by not answering right away, and was rewarded with an answer to his own mirrored question to her. The pink light that surrounded her was interesting, and he wondered idly what it was capable of. Having no Cable television, the only news he knew of Aura had come from exaggerated clippings in the newspapers. "The paper doesn't give you a fair assessment in my opinion. They try to make you out to be a monster... but it seems to me that you are just doing the best you can in this world. Granted... that's making some assumptions, but I'm generally a decent judge of character."
He didn't care if he was wrong, but sometimes even the harshest people could have a softer side to those who treat them with kindness, and Aura had not disrespected him or caused anything to happen that would cause a judgment to pass. The description of Sanctuary was interesting, and the name seemed to be relatively obvious now. A safe-haven for mutants... but the way she said it also meant that it wasn't welcome to humans... and although that didn't sit well with him, he was sure with all the hatred running through the streets they had ample reasons for wanting humans to stay away.
Jacob wasn't a CSI Detective or anything, but there was a multitude of things that he picked up on from the young woman in a short amount of time just from paying attention. The first of which was that she wasn't nearly as soaked as he first thought... but he normally would have dismissed that almost entirely if not for her demeanor. There was no polite 'Thank you' or anything of that nature... and that meant one of two things... either she was one of those types of people who thought they were above others, or she was someone who held some kind of power... a mutant. There was a simple way to find out, and he would enact it in a moment. While all this passed through his mind in a single second or two, he played it off as though he had noticed nothing.
"I don't know where it is, but if you do, I wouldn't mind running you there." Jacob had never heard of such a place, but that was fine, so long as he wasn't driving her to her death, he wasn't really caring where he brought her. The fact that she used a false name or code name was another 'mutant' indicator, and he decided to test the waters. Without making any motion, once the car door was closed, the locks engaged and the heater began to run. "Jacob," he said simply, "now, which way is this sanctuary?"
Jacob's midnight black 68 Impala growled through the street in this more run-down part of the big city, it's custom 351 Cleveland engine propelling the vehicle forward at an idle pace. The rain was coming down in sheets, and visibility was poor, especially considering most of the streetlights in this area were out. That was fine though, because in the massive trunk of his car was the parts he needed to begin the physical construction of his new firearm. He still hadn't come up with a name for the pistol yet, but he would eventually, and the alloy had been hard to come by... only this little shop in this part of town had it. Still, those were generally where you found the good deals if you had a sharp eye.
While driving and lost in thought, he almost didn't see the young woman walking along the street, no umbrella, and likely soaked to the bone. Part of him would regret offering what he was about to, considering the leather would need to be cleaned when he made it home... but he wasn't about to let the poor girl drown, regardless if that was what mother nature wanted. Pulling alongside, he pulled over and then used a long muscular arm to reach over and unlock the door, then open it just a short ways ahead of her as she was walking up. "Need a ride somewhere? No point in getting soaked any more." Nothing but honest intentions rang in his authoritive, strong and somewhat deep voice.
I am horrible with digital artwork... can someone help me? Avatar standard image of Dominic Purcell (The Prison Break guy), preferably a face-shot. Signature would be a full body shot (Maybe one that shows off his muscle?) and an image of his car (1967 Chevy Impala, just look up Supernatural Impala... lots of images...)
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Character's full name: Jacob Cole Corbulo Alias/Nickname: Colt Gender: Male Age: 26 Date of Birth: 07/17/1986 Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Lubbock, TX Nationality: American Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Caucasian
Appearance
Hair color and style: Dark Brown, #1 Cut all around Skin Tone: Slight Tan Eye Color: Hazel Height: 6' 3" Build: Work Muscular (Strong but not a body builder) Visible mutation: None Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Two large circular scars in his right torso. An american flag tattoo on his right shoulder, stars front. Other features: Always seems to have a weapon of some kind on him at all times.
Everyday clothing style: Whatever came out of the closet first, usually jeans and a T-Shirt. Uniform: Do Coveralls count? Sleepwear: Whatever he takes off before falling asleep. Miscellaneous clothing: A winding pocketwatch that he treasures beyond most things.
Character
Personality: Jacob has a tendency to not believe most news when it comes to individual people, unless it is about something utterly blatant. He has a knack for looking beyond the obvious, and is a generally good judge of character. He will help others less fortunate, but has a much different sense of good and evil than most people. He will find out for himself, using an 'insider's insight' as he calls it, to figure out what a person is like on the inside. Jacob doesn't have a problem acting on his instincts, and will not hesitate to put himself in harms way, or harm others, based on his beleifs.
He also has a very military mindset, and it shows in a big way. Ma'am and Sir for almost everyone unless he knows you well, or plain doesn't think you deserve his respect. He is a little awkward in social situations, but is very well knowledgeable for his young age. If you are under his care, he will risk his life for you, and likely help you with anything you could ask for. Don't cross him though, or lose his respect, or he will turn ruthless and cold in an instant, and you will not like the result.
Hobbies/ Interests: If it's mechanical, chances are he is already elbow deep in it. And if you aren't careful, he will take apart things in your home if you don't watch where his eyes and hands lead themselves. It is more an unintentional tendency, having worked on so many things for so long. He takes great pride in his mechanical knowledge as well, knowing each individual peices job.
Job or part time job and description: Mechanic/Junkyard Owner
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Disregard for respect is something that will be met with force in most cases... even when it doesn't relate to himself. He is also very afraid of heights without the aid of something mechanical, such as a crane or airplane. No grand canyon for Jake.
Special talents: Aside his mechanical knowledgebase, he also is a hell of a shot with virtually any firearm. He is very good at unarmed combatives, and has all basic Soldier skills from his time in the Army, such as basic first aid, etc. He is also very good with schematics and engineering on a small scale.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/other: Good in most senses of the word... but is absolutely merciless in regards to those who have crossed him.
Mutations
Mutation description: Mechakinesis: The ability to manipulate mechanical objects at will. This is generally in the basic or relative function of the object, but extends to also 'knowing' that object, such as any mechanical malfunctions or defects. He can also sense mechanical objects in the way of simply knowing they are there, and the more complex, the more potent the sensation. Lastly he can repair or replenish a mechanical object using his own stamina.
Strengths: Physically strong, smart and adept in most situations, it is hard to find a time where he is outmatched by the typical human.
Weaknesses and Limitations: He is still very much human, and has all the same disadvantages that they do. His ability to function mechanical objects is limited to two objects at a time, and within a one mile radius. He also has a one mile radius on his ability to sense mechanical objects, but this is passive. His ability to sense malfunctions, replenish and repair all require physical contact with the object. His ability to replenish and repair are very draining as well, restoring a totalled car would render him unconcious, but fixing a pocketwatch would take next to no energy. Size, Mass and Complexity are all factors in this drain on him. He can in no way make anything more advanced than his own time.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: Very considerable Strength and Endurance, Twitch reflexes, but relatively low speed and flexibility. Fighting Style: Army Combatives Level 3 Instructor/Firearms Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Pro: Very adaptable fighting style capable of handing most human level encounters with ease. Cons: Never designed to handle mutants with enhanced physical characteristics.
History Of Your Character Jacob was born in Lubbock Texas, and raised immediately in the Military lifestyle. Both his parents in the Air Force, he quickly picked up on their habits and was a very neat, tidy kid, but was also a wildchild when it came to having fun. Early on he found a fascination with tinkering with mechanical objects. At five, he knew how to take apart a lawn mower and put it back together. His father who worked on the mechanical aspect of jets for the Air Force, began to teach him things and it was a great way for them to spend time together. Jacob's mother began to see this, and wanted to see if her son's mind would explore other avenues, and took him to her work. She was a military engineer, and worked on everything from designing schematics for equipment to military billeting buildings. Jacob was very seldom not hanging out with one of his parents, and his insatiable thirst for knowledge very seldom went unquenched.
At ten years old, he designed the schematic for his first engine, and showed his parents. Sure enough, the next christmas, his only present was that engine, or more importantly, all the parts so he could build it. He had already been receiving gifts like his first tool box for birthdays and such, so he literally had everything he needed. For the next ten days of winter vacation, he slept in the garage, which he was allowed to take possession of until his engine was built. His grades, however began to slack off a little once he returned to school, simply because he was so excited to build his engine it was consuming his idle thoughts. A quick threat from his father of taking away his tools quickly set him straight, and his grades quickly rose back from where they came.
About two weeks later, his engine was built. Too young to drive, he implored his parents to allow him to put it in their vehicle, but they wouldn't allow it, saying that his engine should go in HIS car. Every christmas and birthday after that, he began to get parts for his car, a dream that was coming together, piece by piece. At 16, he was given a 68 Chevrolet Impala. It was an old, rusted car that needed a lot of work, and Jacob had never seen a more beautiful thing in his life. He quickly was accepted for a temp job at the On Post Vehicle Repair Shop, where he worked tirelessly to earn the money for the parts for his car. He wound up saving quite a bit ordering through the shop, getting the parts at almost Factory price, and in six months, he had his car, with his customized 357 Cleveland Engine growling within.
At 17, he shocked his parents by enlisting into JROTC in High School, having made a commitment to the Army.
Regardless of their pleading, he wanted to prove he could be more than his parents, and protect people in a different branch of service. He came in as a Tank Mechanic, wanting to be around the job he loved. It was here that he discovered his power... directly after graduating Basic Training and AIT schools, visiting with his parents before his first duty assignment. His father gave him a tunsten pocketwatch, virtually indestructible and using a manual wind, it would never need batteries. The pocketwatch meant more to him than anything, as inscribed inside was a simple saying. "No matter what happens, make time for yourself and your family" He has never lost this watch, and he found that he could feel the inner workings of the watch in his hand. He played it off as something as simple as his instinct, but this is where his power manifested.
It wasn't long before he started sensing other mechanical objects... the most profound being the tanks that he was trained to work on. The true shock came about a month after being stationed in Fort Campbell, KY and he was feeling the side plating on a tank and he suddenly knew it needed about a half quart of oil. Unsure why he knew this, he looked at his hand and recoiled immediately. His hand had actually turned the tan of the paint and took on the look of the armor plating at his touch. Curious, he slowly touched it with a finger, and it happened again, and he knew that the vehicle needed oil. He thought about it, thinking about where the oil was and how he could get it so that the vehicle would be in top condition... and then he realized not only was he getting a little more tired, but the oil level was rising. He could feel it through the tank. Ignoring the fatigue and excitement filling his mind, he filled up the tank's oil level and then slunk to the side of it. He wanted to take a nap, but the adrenaline of his discovery made him fight the fatigue. He was a mutant... and he loved the idea of it.
He continued to experiment with this ability, steadily growing more able to fix small dings in the armor and other small things, but he didn't dare try anything major, and slowly it became easier and less taxing to do it. The next discovery was made with his watch. He wound it tight every night, regardless of the fact that it could go a month without needing it, and one night while thinking about it while he was brushing his teeth he realized he was hearing a very familiar clicking noise. He stopped, mid-brush, and listened, and heard nothing. Finishing brushing his teeth, he moved to his bed where the watch lay beside it... and he again began to think about winding it, and the clicking came back... and he could sense that it was being wound through his other ability. Amazed, he practiced a few more times on his watch until it was completely wound... and then messed with the actual time settings, setting the hands to different times and the date differently, and continued for well over two hours until finally he fell asleep with the watch set back to the correct time. From then on, it was simple. He used most of his abilities every day, like using the 'remote starter' on his car or other miscellaneous things. He felt on top of the world.
He was quickly humbled.
Through the past few years in the military, Respect had become very important to him... as well as equallity and justice. One day, while driving through town, he slowed to a pause. His ability to sense mechanical objects was fine tuned at this point... and someone around the corner was holding a pistol, as he sensed it floating near the rolex watch he was wearing. Parking quickly, he rushed around the corner, still in his Uniform, to see a man holding a gun towards a young man with green skin... a fellow mutant. Stepping towards them, the man called out about how the mutant was an abomination and the world would be better off without one more. The fear stained his words, and the victim had already been beaten soundly, bruises and scratches covering his olive skin. Jacob did not hesitate or ask anything further, and in a blind rush of adrenaline, rushed the man, quickly disarming him.
Once the adrenaline had subsided, he realized he had been shot twice in his side.
The young man drove his car with him in it to the hospital, where they were both treated. The mutant was received with some obvious apprehension, but when Jacob demanded he be treated the same as himself, a Soldier, with a commanding voice, the staff listened. The attacker was put in jail for a good long sentence under multiple charges, and Jacob checked up on his new young friend once in a while, helping when he could.
He was discharged from the Army under honorable conditions when his term of eight years came up, and with all the chaos of Mutants and the military involvement, he decided to play it safe and exit the military. He bought a plot of land, created a shop, and now own's Jacob's Junkyard and Workshop in up-state New York near Fort Drum. He chose there because his parents retired in New York City, and wanted to be close, but not be in the chaos that was New York City.
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Granted, he loved visiting his parents who owned a simple home around the outskirts of New York City, but he could not compare it to going to his own home after a week of visiting them. It was so much more quiet where he lived, even with the military post being only fifty miles away. Picturing his house he frowned slightly at the sight before him... his normal route home was beginning to undergo construction, and he would have to take a detour... THROUGH the city. With a sigh, he began to weave into the hustle and bustle of the traffic, when something pinged off his passive senses that didn't make any sense at all.
Either his mutation was beginning to develop quirks, or there was a mechanical wonder nearby.
Curious, his 68 Impala growled closer to what he was sensing until he came to a set of gates... and his curiousity grew stronger by the minute. Putting the vehicle in park across the street from the large black iron gates, he turned the key to silence his beloved 'Baby' as he called her, and focused, trying to hone in on what he was sensing. From the gate, which he could tell was mechanically controlled, it was still a distance, so he couldn't tell for certain, but he was almost positive that he was detecting military grade... or higher... vehicles in the facinity.
"Well that can't be right..." he muttered to himself. He looked back over to the gate, his hazel eyes locking onto the sign put into the stone of the support pillar near the metal. Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters. Didn't sound like a military weapons development location, especially within the city of New York, but why was his senses going crazy? He positively identified that one of the vehicles was made for flight, but it didn't match anything he had ever encountered before. The engine alone put the F-22's he and felt on that last tour through the Air Force base he had last year seem like they belonged in a lawn mower. Curiousity mounting, he thought about a way to approach and get a closer look. He ran a hand over his head, feeling the pricks of the extremely short hair in his palm and allowing it to itch the scratch that nestled there.
If it was a military site, he was sure that by now he would be getting a couple of guys in black suits telling him to move along any second now... but when none of them showed up outside his glossy black Impala, he continued to sit, and wait. Eventually, he would muster an excuse to approach the gate and ask permission to enter... but he had to come up with something truthful. Lying didn't bode well with him, at all, ever... and the idea of just walking up and saying 'Mind if I have a look at that jet you got stashed in your back yard' didn't sit well with him.
Curious... he continued to sit and wait, and then became aware of something else... He had been so focused on the jet or plane or Transformer or whatever it was that he hadn't realized that there were some small gears moving. Looking towards the sensation, he locked onto what looked like a security camera.
Well isn't that just peachy. Now I look like a stalker or something, he thought.
He felt the zoom lense gear grind, likely zooming in on his face, and knowing he was caught, rendered a simple 'You Got Me' wave, and prepared to start his car and leave.
