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...?
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Magic and Mystics
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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?
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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.
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His comment on laws made Kiva frown, particularly due to his claim that he wasn't human. To her, all mutants were human. His story, however, made that maternal feeling rise again, that desire to comfort, and the desire to find those who had treated him poorly and knock sense into them. The fact that he'd only been like this three years made her wonder just how old he was. She knew some developed it later in life, but she still found herself scaling back her estimation of his age.
The revelation that he was blind, in hindsight, was not surprising, since he hadn't recognized her mutation. It also didn't bother her in the slightest. Why should it? She doubted that, even back before her mutation kicked in, she would have given much thought to it. Too bad she hadn't gotten the chance to meet Sylar those years ago.
She glanced at her wings, slightly, before speaking. "I've been like this around ten or eleven years, myself," she told him, figuring it was only fair to share her own experiences. "It happened all at once for me, over the course of a few minutes...Hurt a lot."
One of her clawed hands flexed as she remembered the pain. Even over a decade later, she still remembered laying there convulsing on the gym floor as the wings emerged from her back. She didn't normally admit that part of it, or how bad a state the transformation left her in afterward. "I might change more. Anything's possible..." She really, really hoped not, though.
Pushing the thought aside, she went on. "I don't pretend I'm ever going to be normal...but the restaurant I got that steak from? There's one guy, just one, who always volunteers to be my waiter, because he doesn't care how different folks like us are."
She could have told him about her little sister, or her boss, but that one stood out as the one to mention. After all, without that one guy, she wouldn't have been out tonight, or had food to offer. That had to mean something. To her, it was those people, the ones who didn't care or had the capacity to learn not to care, that made her make the effort not to hide.
Kiva, for a while, just listened. An oddly maternal part of her personality wanted to hug the poor guy as he went on, but she very firmly muzzled it. He moved like an animal, and she was getting the idea that he thought like one as well. Humans were the only animals that considered an embrace a comforting thing, and she wasn't sure he'd even let her get that close in the first place. A sound in the distance made one of her wings twitch slightly, but she didn't react much. She wasn't worried, not right now anyway.
"S'okay," she said quietly, when he said he was talking too much. She frowned as she tried to figure out what to answer first, and how to explain. "The thing is, Sylar, under the law, we're still human. Even if we don't look like it anymore. I'm not saying there aren't individual cops who hate mutants or mutants never get hurt by the police...but, as a whole, they're not against us."
She sighed softly. She wished she could have put that in more optimistic terms, but it was true. That web video of that poor mutant girl haunted her some. Claws, wings, and inhuman skin...just like Kiva. She pushed the images aside. "As for respect...I have two approaches, and I only use the second if I have to. The first is to..." She grasped a little for the right way to put it. "Well...people are more accepting of the mutants who still look like them for a reason. It's human instinct. I try to appeal to some of the same instincts by walking with them, treating them like they'd expect anyone else to."
That didn't mean it was easy, but she felt she didn't need to tell him that. The existence of approach number two was proof enough of that. "The other is for the ones who will always treat me like a monster, no matter what. In that case...yeah, I scare them. I make it clear that if they want to fight me, it will end badly for them." A little like they'd been doing to each other earlier, her with her snarling and bravado and him with his little display with his tail.
How long had he been hiding in the dark like this, she wondered? She eyed the other mutant as she asked, "Have you...always been like this? Or did you change, like I did?" The words spilled from her before she could stop them, but, to be honest, she didn't really try. It wasn't any more direct than the questions he'd been asking her.
It was a quiet night. Kiva sighed softly as she stood at the bus stop. She could have sat on the little bench there, but she'd been sitting in a theatre for the last couple of hours, so standing felt a lot better. Those seats were not kind on winged mutants, but she supposed the movie had been decent. No one had tried to get her thrown out, either. Bonus.
The light from the nearby lamp post washed over her, gleaming off the bronze scales that covered her exposed head, neck, and hands. Hooked claws, the same jet black as the spikes on her jaw, curled around the cheap 3D glasses she'd been given and permitted to keep; she made a mental note not to watch 3D movies anymore, since she'd felt nausea coming on partway through and had to take them off, anyway. Her black leather jacket was draped over her folded wings, more due to the fact that the jacket kept them warm than due to any desire to hide them.
She caught sight of movement out of the corner of her eye, and when she turned her head she noticed a group of people headed her way. Normally, this would have resulted in her going back to minding her own business, if the guy in front of the group hadn't instantly stopped in his tracks and started to stare at her. Kiva momentarily debated trying to smile, but the way the group of humans were looking at each other made her disinclined to.
Particularly when the guy in front, presumably the leader of sorts, opened his mouth. "What're you doing out here, mutie?" And, as if the slur was not enough and he felt he needed to further solidify himself in her mind as not worth a moment of her time, he added, "Hasn't someone put you in your cage for the night yet?"
Kiva looked past him to his friends. There were five of them in total, and while none of them were quite as tall as she was, a couple came close. She didn't see any firearms, but that didn't necessarily mean anything. And there was no sign of her bus. Narrowing her eyes, she let out a low, rumbling growl at them, letting the sound bubble up from her chest like some kind of beast. "I'm sure they'll get around to it after they're done putting you in yours," she snarled in a deep, androgynous voice.
To say her reply was not taken well would be an understatement. She caught sight of a gleam of a blade as the group of humans advanced on her. "Someone should put you in your place, freak. Maybe we should skin that ugly face of yours." The leader was holding the knife, but she could tell by the way the others were moving that they were going to try to surround her. That meant that if she was going to run, she should do it now.
Unfortunately, she had never been a very fast runner, and trying to flee may do her more harm than anything if they ended up catching her. So, instead, she locked her glare on the man directly ahead of her and growled again. "You haven't begun to see ugly..."
She charged forward like something between a rampaging bull and a football player, straight at the knife-wielding human, and smashed her full, very substantial weight into him. She heard her shirt rip and felt the blade touch flesh, but she didn't flinch as she slammed him into the pavement.
"Holy ****!"
"Get it!"
It. She was an 'it,' now. Taking the opening the now-unconscious thug--likely with a concussion, among other things--made, she scrambled away and to her feet as best she could. Kiva then looked at the remaining thugs, inhaled deeply, and, without any shame, screamed.
Or, rather, she roared.
The sound, a deafening bellow wrapped around a shriek, ripped through her lungs and throat and made them feel like they were on fire as it poured from her jaws. It was her ace-in-the-hole of intimidation tactics.
It was also loud enough that anyone remotely nearby would have to be deaf not to hear her.
The lack of a word of thanks could have bothered her, but she decided not to let it, mostly because the fact that he fed cats could more than tip the scales in favour of liking him despite the earlier rockiness in their interaction. Besides, acknowledging the offering verbally could be taken as a thanks of sorts, indirectly. She nodded a little when he told her his names, all three of them. Frankly, the reason she embraced her moniker was because she'd given it to herself. Sure, it was a guy's name, but she liked it, and she'd never been one to worry about whether or not she seemed feminine.
The incredibly blunt question made her blink, and she shifted her posture, folding her wings slightly and leaning against the wall of the alley. Of course, she got those kinds of questions all the time, and whether it bothered her depended most often on who was asking. She decided she liked Sylar, and so answered honestly. "Afraid? Not really. Don't get me wrong, if I could hide it, I would. It would save me a lot of verbal abuse and staring. But I'm not afraid."
Was he afraid? The way he'd asked, she felt he had to be. That could explain a lot. Kiva was aware that she'd been lucky, compared to some visible mutants, but she'd never had it staring her in the face how lucky. She'd never gone to any of those special mutant places, never talked to anyone who had a reason to be afraid.
Kiva smiled when Paige took a pose. She hadn't had anything in mind for her to do with her other arm, so she left her to put it in the pose most natural for it. She nodded. "Yeah. Just, kinda...turn your head so you're looking at the branch, but not taking all your attention off my direction..."
That was all the further direction she gave however, before she grabbed an art pencil and got to work. She roughed out the general shapes of Paige and the tree first, then started on the details. "Forest sprite..." she mumbled to herself. How to translate Paige into a forest sprite?
With a rapidly-moving pencil, details started to take form, and further, smaller details solidified the image. She took Paige's hair and extended it, letting it topple to nearly her waist with smooth pencil strokes, and she gained slender, pointed ears. Kiva added vines to the tree, made some of them wind their way around the hand Paige had on the branch. But that wasn't enough.
The sketch of Paige gained clothing that better suited a fantasy setting, but wasn't some kind of plant-clothing like a cartoon fairy. No, this was a tunic and pants, with a belt and boots that were supposed to be made from a soft leather. No gloves, though; the hand touching the tree was bare.
She looked more elven than anything, though. The 'sprite' quality wasn't there. Kiva frowned and paused. Maybe she should have gone with the plant clothing. No, as much as some folks liked it, she liked to mess with expectations. This sprite dressed like the humans of the land...
She glanced backward. She was wearing her coat, but it didn't matter. Wings. Of course. She looked back the sketchbook and went back to work. Two long 'stalks' made up the top and bottom of each wing, and one was through its center. The thin membrane between the stalks would be transparent, she decided, and she gave them a slightly jagged-looking edge, almost slightly tattered.
Kiva smiled broadly at Paige. "Okay, you can move. Just give me a sec and I'll show it to you." She started going over the 'final' lines of the sketch with her pencil to darken them, then held it for her new friend to see. "It's kind of rough...but what do you think?"
Despite all the changes she made in the details, the sprite was still very clearly Paige; Kiva hadn't modified her face or body type at all. Nor had she made any changes to the shape of the tree despite the addition of vines.
When the other mutant went racing for the food, Kiva jerked forward slightly, her mind still partly on the 'knock him to the ground' idea and reacting automatically, but she muzzled the impulse and rocked backward again into her previous position when he grabbed the box. Holy crap. The X-gene may not have been kind to him regarding looks, but it had clearly more than made up for it in ability.
When he turned his back to her, she relaxed. Even with that tail, him showing his back made her much more at ease. His haste in devouring the meat made her frown as she wondered how long it had been since he'd had real food. His reply to her 'cat' comment distracted her from letting her mind dive too deeply into that, and she gave a little smile.
"Yeah, I can tell," she said, in response to him being a hunter. "Like I said, it's in how you move." She shifted a little, just a little, further into the alley. She wasn't consciously thinking about it, but part of her was trying not to draw attention to herself; his mention of not wanting attention had sunk in a little, though his slight shift in tone to something friendlier encouraged her to not take off just yet. "I have a cat, so it's not hard to recognize."
She wasn't trying to flatter him. It was simple observation. Flattery would be pointing out how cool his armoured tail looked. If she could trade in her useless wings for one of those, she would in a second. Unfortunately, being a mutant didn't work like that. "Name's Kiva, by the way," she said, and she finally slipped her coat off. The small wings underneath slowly stretched out to their tiny, not-even-four-feet span and then relaxed. "But most folks call me Drake...since I look like a dragon."
Kiva smiled and chuckled at the reminder that Paige was from California. "Well, let's put it this way. You know how snowflakes look all light and fluffy? Get a few feet of them and they're not so light anymore." She shrugged. "Can't say I miss it, but it makes nearly anywhere I could end up seem mild in comparison."
Except for the arctic, but you weren't getting her anywhere near the land of permafrost, no siree. She practically shuddered at the thought, and instead just gave a small shake of her head to banish it. "As for tattoos, I can lend you a book full of designs sometime for you to flip through, if you want. Help give you some ideas..."
She trailed off as she caught sight of one of the park's larger trees, and she suddenly veered toward it. Kiva didn't look over to see if Paige was following her, and simply walked up to the tree and looked up at its branches for a couple of seconds. "Hmm..." She lightly tapped one of the lower branches with the end of a claw. "Hey, Paige, can you stand in front of this tree and kinda...reach up your hand and touch this branch here? Right at the base?"
The dragon mutant backed up a little to give her new friend room to actually do such if she agreed. It wasn't a complicated pose, but she thought it might look good, if she could get the sketch of it to look right.
Posted by Kiva Augillard on Feb 28, 2013 12:44:35 GMT -6
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Feb 27, 2015 12:39:25 GMT -6
Kiva wasn't normally one for malls. The big, scaly mutant wasn't one for shopping period, really. Not due to any overwhelming hatred of all things 'girly,' mind you, but simply because shopping for much of anything clothing-related was a pain when you were a tall, muscular woman with wings. Malls were pretty good for finding lots of different things, however, and she'd managed to accumulate a number of 'I really should buy this' items of various types on top of a need for new clothing, so she'd bitten the bullet and gone.
Some hours later, the bronze-scaled woman was carrying about four bags on each arm as she stepped out the doors of the mall and, though she'd walked today rather than taking her motorcycle, cast her gaze toward the parking lot as something of a habit.
Oh. Hoo boy...
Protestors. She wondered vaguely when it was they'd shown up, and the urge to immediately start walking in the direction of home and not look back was very tempting. Kiva did not get involved in this kind of thing, as a rule. She was a prime target, after all, not only being visible but looking distinctly dangerous with her natural armor and various pointy parts. Not to mention she was dressed in black jeans and a black T-shirt that had a skull image on its front; she looked like hoodlum even without her mutation.
...Wait, were those bubbles?
Her inner child chose that moment to make itself known, and there was a faint thump thump of her big, leather boots on pavement as she drew closer. There were women...blowing bubbles at the protestors? Why?
Curiosity killed the cat. Kiva promptly told the part of her brain that had said that to shut up. She was still far enough away that she couldn't hear them, but she found herself watching, particularly when the women waved at the targets of their bubble-blowing. They clearly weren't part of the protest, and one of them was wearing quite the interesting outfit...
Kiva looked at her bags. This was going out on a limb...but...She let the bags slide off her arms to the ground, then went through one of them, which had the logo of the mall's small pet supply shop plastered across both sides of it.
I am officially out of my mind, she thought to herself as she pulled out a jingle ball, which she held in one hand as she casually rested all of her bags on her opposite arm. She then started walking. Straight toward the two women and protestors. Yup, completely lost it. Com-plete-ly. Going up to a crowd of strangers bearing cat toys. Something in my mind has obviously snapped.
...Or maybe she just liked bubbles.
Either way, she started tossing the jingle ball up in the air and catching it, adding the whimsical sound of the cat toy to her stomping footsteps. She smiled and pretended to be completely focused on this, both out of a desire to look less threatening and an excuse not to check if she was being stared at. She may just lose her nerve if she looked over and saw everyone looking at her while there was still distance to play the 'pretend you never saw me' card.
Then, when she got close, she 'accidentally' dropped the toy and let it noisily roll across the pavement toward the two women's feet, and the dragon mutant stopped, blinked, and flashed a sheepish smile at any eyes on her. "Um...hi..." She made a vague, awkward gesture at the toy in a 'can I please have that back' way, realizing she had no step two to this.
Posted by Kiva Augillard on Feb 26, 2013 22:00:34 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Feb 27, 2015 12:39:25 GMT -6
Oh my. Okay, yeah, that would get through her hide. Holy crap, would that get through her hide. Did that mean she was going to back down? Well, it meant that she was going to keep that blade away from her vitals if at all possible, at least. Likely by going with her initial 'plan' of trying to smash him into the pavement and knock him out if it came to that.
When he said he hadn't realized she was a mutant, she couldn't help the surprise that flickered over her scaled features for a moment. That was not a situation she tended to be in. She relaxed her posture very slightly, though she was still eying him carefully. "Okay, you didn't realize. Fair enough."
She was continuing to clutch the food protectively, and she felt her wings starting twitch a little under her jacket; being so tense was making them all the more uncomfortable. "And getting in a scrap with another mutant wasn't on my to-do list for today, either." Her eyes flicked, just for a half-moment, to the boxed-up steak without moving her head.
The thought to just retract the offer of the food entirely and walk away came to mind. Even if her current posture implied it, she hadn't explicitly said she wouldn't give it to him at all. Still...The poor guy really did look like he could use it. The fact that he was a mutant, even more visible than her in all her bronze-scaled glory, didn't influence her as much as one could think, but it was a factor all the same. As much as she always said her and all other mutants were still human...
Making her decision, she relaxed her grip and gave the box a small, underhand toss, letting it land in the alley. "Just take it," she said bluntly, though she made no move to leave just yet. "...And, for the record, if I was going to compare you to anything, it'd be a cat. You move a little like one," she added. It was an odd thing to say, but something about that 'dog' comment had bothered her beyond the threat that had followed it.
Besides, she hadn't put a leash on her mouth yet. Why start now?
Posted by Kiva Augillard on Feb 26, 2013 19:50:12 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Feb 27, 2015 12:39:25 GMT -6
Kiva didn't move as the threat was issued. Drop it and run? In his little dumpster diving dreams. This was hers, and if he was going to be a jackass it'd stay hers, even if she had to fight for it. Because he'd just gone and made her mad.
She planted her feet, narrowed her eyes, then clutched the food tightly in her claws and growled at the self-proclaimed 'monster.' It was a sound some humans were technically capable of, but that she doubted the majority ever saw the need to learn. She had learned; it rumbled from her chest as if she were some sort of hellbeast, the result of years of practice.
"No, you're not a dog. A dog would be smart enough not to pick a fight with me unless he wanted some claw marks," she snarled. "Unless you really think that blade on your tail's gonna get through my scales..."
She was ready to outright charge and ram him if he made any sudden movements her way, since, judging by that silhouette, she likely greatly out-weighed him. Even if there was a chance he was stronger--with other mutants she always considered that chance--plain old weight and momentum meant that she could probably knock him to the ground if she timed it right.
Posted by Kiva Augillard on Feb 26, 2013 17:30:30 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Feb 27, 2015 12:39:25 GMT -6
Well, she hadn't been attacked, so so far, so good. The hissing noise made Kiva instinctively shift one of her feet behind her, not quite putting her weight on it yet, but the voice made her blink and peer at the head poking out from behind the dumpster. Then her gaze flicked to the movements of what she was almost positive was a tail.
A tail that looked like it was bladed. Not that sharp objects tended to bother the dragon-mutant much, but it was certainly something to note. The way it was swaying reminded her very much of an irritated cat, and it was with that thought in mind that she proceeded with...whatever it was she was trying to do. She really wasn't sure what at this point
"Hey, relax, pal," she said, her voice pitch shifting a little in the direction of feminine, though even her most natural speaking voice was fairly deep. "I'm not going to take...whatever you found digging through that..." She couldn't help but wrinkle her nose a little. The lack of an advanced sense of smell was something of a blessing right now.
Of course, that left the question of why this person--very clearly not of the baseline, non-mutated variety, but that wasn't as much of a factor to her as it would be to some--was digging through trash in the first place. The first answer that came to mind was both the most likely and the most depressing, and she very nearly growled at the thought. Instead, she glanced at the boxed-up food she was carrying and added, "Frankly, if you're hungry, I've got some leftovers I don't mind sharing."
Well, there it was. State the lack of ill intent, offer food, and hope for a positive response. If not, well, she tried, and hopefully got to walk away from this without a fight breaking out.
Posted by Kiva Augillard on Feb 25, 2013 22:40:07 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Feb 27, 2015 12:39:25 GMT -6
Funny how some thick scales could give someone confidence. In a city where it wasn't usually advised to walk home alone, the visible mutant who, to friends and co-workers, went by 'Drake' after her dragon-like appearance, often made a habit of it. Sure, she had a motorcycle, the big black beast she called The Manticore, but she broke it out when she needed some fun and little else. Fuel was pricy enough that she was willing to take the bus or walk to save a few bucks.
It helped that she was a good five foot ten and her lustrous bronze scales covered thick muscle. Muscle no part of her mutation had given her, but that she'd worked to earn. Drake, birth name Kiva Aguillard, considered herself one tough woman.
Today, she'd been out to eat at one of her favourite little restaurants. She tended to go late when they weren't many people, and there was a waiter there who always served her, likely because he was the only one not unsettled by her presence. Sometimes she wondered if he was a mutant himself, or if he was simply just that great a guy, but she'd never asked. With a bit of her steak boxed up for later--likely to end up shared with her cat--she was strolling down the sidewalk with the intention of going home.
Instead...she heard something. She paused and tilted her head slightly as she drew near an alley. Her senses were well within the human range, her mutations all being external changes to her body, but she could still hear the ripping sound perfectly clearly. Despite herself, it piqued her curiosity a little.
Curiosity killed the cat, she told herself faintly, but whatever portion of her mind it was that had spoken up was silenced in the wake of the sound of Kiva's thick boots on pavement as she walked toward the alley the noises were coming from. Had she heard of the Predator? Of course. She didn't read those stupid tabloids, but some things trickled down to where she would hear it...
...But it was harder to be afraid of monsters when you were one.
She looked down the alley, but it was too dark to see much. She subconsciously tugged a little on her coat, sitting open to show her shirt while it simultaneously hid her wings. Wings that were starting to feel a little uncomfortable, but exposing the comparatively vulnerable, and entirely useless, limbs was likely a poor idea right now.
A rumbling sound escaped her, sounding not so much like a growl as like an attempt at clearing her throat, only at a very deep pitch. Her voice was equally baritone, downright androgynous, as she mentally searched for something to say and finally settled on a simple, "Hello, there."
Now to see if 'hello there' is an offense that's responded to by attempting to rip faces off, piped up that same voice of semi-reason, but she'd already spoken and there was no taking it back now.
Posted by Kiva Augillard on Feb 25, 2013 21:32:13 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Feb 27, 2015 12:39:25 GMT -6
Kiva smiled as she fell into step next to Paige. "I was thinking just walking. I've found not having a destination in mind makes it more relaxing." She slipped her sketchbook out of her pack as they walked, but left her pencils inside for now; her claws tapped a little against the back of the book as she found herself looking at the branches of the park's trees, then at the ground.
"Been here for years and I still can't believe how little it snows around here..." she commented faintly, then shook her head and chuckled. "Not that I'm complaining, mind you..." Trudging through feet of snow in minus forty temperatures? Not exactly the highlight of her childhood.
Posted by Kiva Augillard on Feb 23, 2013 19:23:52 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Feb 27, 2015 12:39:25 GMT -6
Kiva would like Sylar, I think. She certainly wouldn't be bothered by his appearance, since she's pretty visible in her own right, if not as much. She doesn't have any allegiance in any direction, but she'd probably try to help him out all the same. She goes out at night enough that she could maybe potentially come across him during one of his raids.
