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.
Sylar was tempted to laugh at the girl's reaction to the joke about pitch forks, but he didn't. Sometimes he did feel like a Frankenstein's monster though, his body a mismatch of parts that didn't seem to come from the same donors. Andrea seemed a bit timid about her hair as he mentioned it, her face lighting up as the blood flew into it to show her embarrassment. Such an odd feature humans had, our faces lighting up red when we were uncomfortable with something, just in time to tell the world when we didn't want them to know.
Snakes? So she had a head full of snakes? Kind of like one of the Gorgon's out of mythology. "Like Medusa?" He asked, citing the only gorgon he could remember from when he read stories back in school. What an odd mutation to have, what purpose did snakes for hair even serve? Though he didn't say or show any negative feelings about the reveal of her hair. "So they're all individual snakes?" He wondered, was it like having a whole colony living on your head, or did they serve her will in some manner? It seemed not if this one snake was acting up on it's own to find food. Did she eat with her hair? Too many questions trying to take a hold of his brain it seemed.
"Not lazy enough it seems, willful too." Sylar said, his eyes only seeing a living wire or rope of heat atop the girl's head, as opposed to whatever details others might notice in the creature. "So your hair...snakes can eat? How unique..." Sylar mumbled as he stared at the serpent trying to digest a spoon laced with the smell of food. "Does it's wants ever conflict with your own...like in your head though, not just when it goes after the cookware?" Sylar was curious, because his mutation was sort of like having two minds in a single body. One that of the human Sylar, and the other his living instinct for hunting and predation. Did Andrea constantly have to shift through thoughts of wanting to devour mice?
Sylar's sense of fear and embarrassment at his condition had little effect on Megan, who joked back. Sylar realized it didn't make much sense to whine or mumble to Megan, since she lived wih Roach before him and knew of his taste in meat. "Oh right, maybe I'll just start asking you for recipes." The boy returned flatly as Megan began the nasty process of sewing herself up. Doc Prof did seem to want to question things when he had there, but Sylar hadn't realized how much Evelyn had covered for him. The girl was a handful of trouble herself so the doctor probably just wanted nothing to do with Sylar's level of trouble when added onto Evelyn.
Sylar generally tried to avoid injury at all though, instinctively even. "I'll just try and not get hurt instead." He responded, getting nervous at the idea of someone trying to self sew a wound. Though unlike himself, Megan still had human hands. Delicate careful work was probably still within her range of skills. Sylar's fingers were like a bunch of knives, making his ability to do anything but chop stuff into shreds mostly moot. "Are you sure you should be doing this yourself?" He asked, wincing a bit at the thought of plunging a needle into her own body. Funny how so many other things didn't bother him, but something like a needle into flesh could seem intimidating.
Sylar wasn't entirely monster yet, but certain parts of his body did hide armor forming beneath the flesh. The stuff seemed to grow under his skin, soft at first, before replacing the weaker human skin on top of it. Like an animal that shed it's skin, every so often he shed a bit of his human self and grew anew into the creature. The plating Megan touched though was odd, hard but fleshy, and cool to the touch. However it held no sensitivity for Sylar, and he felt nothing. "Feels weird?" He asked as she touched his arm.
Misunderstandings were a natural part of Sylar's life it seemed. "Don't worry about it, I deal with a lot worse than someone thinking they might offend me. You haven't even come at me with torches or a pitchfork yet." Sylar said jokingly, though the boys flat voice sort of neutered his attempt at a joke. "I just assume I'm usually the one at fault and let it go." Sylar said in response to her comment about what happened. It was kind of odd though, sitting here for so long and talking with someone he'd just met. Usually meeting someone new always ended in some sort of chaos or catastrophe, but Andrea was oddly calming.
She seemed to suddenly remember the food though, moving to check on it. Sylar's pallet could eat food at any point, so it had smelled edible to him the entire time, though properly cooked food still had one of the best aromas. However what happened next was truly odd. The girl seemed to suddenly be in a contest with her hair, or whatever was atop her head. She spoke words he didn't recognize, but eventually he heard some English. Sloth? Did she have a name for her hair now too? How odd.
He just sort of made a face as he stared at her for a moment before speaking. He'd forgotten to ask again about her unique hair situation. "Are you like...talking to your hair?" So her power had something to do with living hair, how odd, and this was coming from the sewer dwelling cannibal teenager. "I noticed earlier, but it definitely moves and has heat like something alive. What exactly is it?" He asked bluntly, perhaps the first time in awhile that Andrea had dealt with someone who didn't immediately notice she had a head full of living serpents instead of hair.
Sylar struggled with people mostly because he had been picked on till his sense of self confidence was non existent...that and the fact that sometimes everyone else just really looked like food. And trying to interact with food besides murdering and eating it was weird. "You're at least more confident than me...and don't try to eat people randomly." He mumbled that last part, realizing it was still hard to admit the fact that he had cannibal thoughts, even if Megan had lived with one long before meeting Sylar. Weren't they just two awkward peas in a pod.
Megan didn't seem fond of Doc Prof, though Sylar had already seen him at least twice. "Er...a little late for that, He kind of had to clean up a big mess I made...of myself." Sylar remembered a certain little brawl of his that had taken out a city block and brought up alot of questions. "Though I have friends at the Mansion, so he seemed to just let me go." He explained, as Megan went about preparing her needle and getting ready for the process of sealing up her wound. Sylar still wasn't exactly sure what she was doing so he asked. "So...what exactly are you doing with the sewing stuff?" The boy wasn't the brightest sometimes, not realizing someone like Megan intended to treat herself.
Her asking him if he'd been hurt threw him off a little, causing him to stutter. "M..Me? Er No, I'm fine. I'm pretty sturdy actually." He pointed towards his shoulder, where piece of his armor jutted out through the clothes. "Some of this stuff is just under my skin, kind of acts like that armor you're wearing." The boy finished, again showing off just how powerful his mutation was. A living weapon, burdened with murderous instincts and a natural talent for violence, and just to make sure all of that went to good use, his body was slowly being encased within natural bullet proof armor. Besides some dirt and torn clothes, Sylar was in fact unhurt. At least nothing visible enough to be spotted at a glance.
So Ty was the world's dumbest masochist, or had to be to have any interest in that girl. Sylar couldn't believe it, he'd met Tses what three times? And he wished that number was negative actually, the girl was the most trouble he'd ever dealt with, and he wasa sewer mutant with cannibal thoughts. "No offense but I think you're just brainless. That girl...is a catastrophe." Sylar said, his usual stoic manner obliterated in this conversation.
Though the dangerous horror mood from earlier was gone, Sylar had no intentions of letting his guard down. A six inch natural blade at the end of his tail made sure of that. However Ty seemed undaunted or even encouraged as he continued on to explain himself. And again Ty managed to catch Sylar's thought in his throat. A six foot cockroach? There was only one of those. And then Ty was witness to one of the rarest things in the mutant world. Sylar laughed "Are you serious?" He mumbled through the laughs. "Let me guess, he's always cheery and never seems to let anything serious get to him. With a penchant for doing the oddest thing at a moment's notice?" Sylar said smiling a bit, how in the world had he run into somebody who knew Roach, here in the middle of the park at night of all times. "I don't know how you know Roach, but so do I." Sylar finished, staring at Ty intently.
His blade pulled back as Ty had turned to try and leave, Sylar's words probably all that would catch him now. Though he marveled that Ty actually turned his back on a deadly blade, considering Sylar could have at any time simply thrust forward and ended this night far more gruesome. "And I'd have to say I'm pretty crazy, I'm Roach's bodyguard." Sylar finished, attempting out do Ty's previous mention of working for Roach. Roach had power, and reach so it wasn't unusual to know people did what he wanted. But Sylar was crazy enough to live with the man, and learn at his feet like some sort of cannibal apprentice.
If Sylar had actually wanted to hurt, kill, or eat Ty, the reactions he was getting would be great. But in reality he didn't to hurt him at all, he just wanted to be left alone to enjoy the park. He couldn't show his frustration though, and instead prepared to just knock Ty out and leave him to wake up sometime later thankful the monster didn't kill him. He couldn't resist however, commenting on Ty's attitude towards danger. "Your survival instincts sucks..." He mumbled before lashing out with his tail.
Generally such a blow would have smashed Ty in the chest like a log and knocked the air clean out of his lungs, but this time the bladed weapon stopped just before hitting his body. Ty mentioned an explosive tossing girl, and Sylar only knew of one of those. At least old enough to be dating. "Wait..." Ty's statement had completely halted Sylar's momentum. His brain was struggling to put this image together, somebody...anybody could date THAT girl?! "You're dating that foul mouthed, angry little girl?" Sylar suddenly asked, his entire facade as the dangerous creature ready to strike completely abandoned. "What are you? The world's biggest masochist!?" Sylar was utterly bewildered.
He then realized he'd completely thrown himself off and was talking like a normal person. "Crap." He said aloud, before sighing and standing up, his tail however turning to aim the point of his blade at Ty's chest. "You seriously couldn't just run? I mean come on, look at me man." He pondered what to do now, his mood completely blown. "Look, I don't care how stupid you are to be willing to spend time with that girl willingly. But trust me, I'm far more dangerous than that Tses girl, and the people I live with are more dangerous than any friends of yours. So just get out of here before I change my mind." Sylar sighed again, pressing one of his claws to his head in a face palm at how dumb this night was getting. He mumbled to himself "And here I thought I was crazy..."
Sylar didn't really get offended, at least not to the point of caring. However his blunt tone and lack of kind words probably made him seem angry, rude, or hurt. A kind girl Andrea was, to care about the feelings of what was basically half a monster. At least that's how Sylar would have seen it. He realized she seemed to suddenly lose her footing in the conversation, becoming confused. He didn't realize it was his fault though. This was the difference between them, when it came to being alone, Sylar was great at it. He was naturally confident at the things that mattered to survival, while he was terrified of interacting with people. Where as Andrea seemed the type to get along with anyone and rely on others in times of need.
Sylar shrugged for a moment as if confused. "Offend me? I don't really get offended, you just suggested what made the most sense." He said flatly as if he couldn't even realize his words had seemed to convey a message they hadn't intended. He thought about it, and realized maybe he had sounded offended or bothered. It was true he didn't like the idea of needing someone or being a burden, but it wasn't the girl's fault for suggesting something. So he had no right to be offended by her thought. "Er I guess I'm a bit rough. I'm not good at talking to others. So I guess I should be the one apologizing." He wasn't so much apologizing, as trying to figure out what had happened aloud.
What an awkward individual Sylar was. He had enough trouble just talking to a new person, let alone making actual friends. Maybe that's why he was so taken in with Roach, who just sort of forced friendship between them without a second thought or a moment for Sylar to back out of it. "I spent the last few years living alone in the sewers, so I'm just kind of used to being alone is all I meant." He finished, trying to recover the mood so Andrea wouldn't feel bad or be worried about his mood. Sylar usually had to worry about people being so afraid of him that they ran for the police or grabbed weapons, trying not to upset a girl while talking in the kitchen was seriously way harder than that.
True, it was sort of silly to ask a blind man to fetch anything that didn't have a distinguishing mark or feel. However Sylar wasn't your average blind person either. "Well most people don't notice or forget since I can see their heat." He said in response, just sort of thinking aloud. Sylar slept here now, but he wasn't around unless Roach was here either so they were both sort of room mates in name only it seemed. "I stopped keeping things years ago, it's pretty easy when you don't own anything." He retorted, an oddly depressing comment if you realized the boy had basically been a homeless drifter the past three years.
Sylar watched as a bloom of heat erupted before him, his body visibly reacting by pulling back a bit as she turned the lighter on. "Fire?" He said aloud, the visual and heat reminiscent of a flame, but quite small. A lighter? He didn't know much about self medicine, but her movements as she heated the needle made him a bit uncomfortable as he put two and two together. He was jarred from the thought though by her question, bringing up the mansion. He looked up from the flame back to her face and spoke. "Yeah, a few times. They feed me sometimes." He said thoughtlessly.
The Mansion was an odd place for Sylar, home to friends and food but not to himself. His shy personality and lack of self confidence prevented him from living there. "I have a friend or two there. They even asked me to live there once." He said as he reminisced, though his tone was a bit saddened as he obviously didn't take that offer. "But I"m not so good with crowds...or socializing really." He finished, though his attention was still draw to what Megan was doing. Sylar got easily distracted by movements and flame, so her working with something as delicate as a needle to sew her own wound shut was kind of mesmerizing.
The girl mumbled a bit after Sylar explained how his vision worked. "Yeah, body heat mostly. Cars and electronics also put off alot of heat for me to see." He said in response, unaware the girl was sort of running off with his explanation as she imagined whatever it was girls thought off. He did notice however that her face brightened up a bit. "You ok? You're face got hot just now." He said bluntly, unaware that she was blushing. Hiding behind the chair wouldn't really do anything for Andrea either sadly, since the chair had no heat of it's own, hers just shown through it.
Sylar had very little interest in a person's physical shape though, generally just knowing anything person shaped was a person. So she was colorblind? Odd, weren't boys usually color blind over girls? Maybe she just had bad genes...a funny joke considering they were both mutants. Sylar didn't actually understand colors, since he'd never seen them. So he couldn't explain how he saw a world of reds, oranges, blues and grays. However he could at least explain that how the heat itself worked. "It's mostly that warm things glow and cold things don't for me I think." He sort of mumbled off, realizing it was hard to explain not having vision to someone who did, even if she was color blind.
She was certainly optimistic and bubbly it seemed, her compassion undaunted by Sylar's cynical attitude. He thought for a moment, it was probably true that he could find a way to read. But he'd just given up on it before, so now his motivation was already half dead and unable to stir even at the hope of regaining a lost talent. "I don't know, it's odd how when you just stop doing something for a few years you start to not miss it anymore." Sylar hadn't read since before his change, which meant three years without a book to read, or a story to stimulate his mind. He'd been far more distracted with staying alive, staying fed, and the craziness that had happened in the last year or so. If anything, his life was far more interesting than any old book still.
He didn't care much for her last suggestion though, Sylar didn't have friends, and he wasn't anyone's burden. "I'm not some sick old person in need of kindness. I won't be someone's burden." His voice was emotionless and probably came off as insulted or angry. But he was simply stating how he felt, Sylar had become very self sufficient, and even if he had to make excuses to take food from the Mansion he couldn't go so far as to ask someone to cover for his inability to read. He wasn't going to be pitied, never again. "I don't like needing others." He finished flatly.
Sylar may have seemed eager to help, but it was really more how timid the boy was. His attention was easily dominated by commands or requests from people he cared for, or at least knew. Though it might not seem that way considering sometimes he went berserk and tried to eat those same people. A dangerous creature to have in your midst. Returning with her various boxes, Sylar stood there as if waiting for another command, unaware he had actually failed in his first task. He couldn't tell though, boxes were all just sort of opaque blobs to him unless they contained something warm.
However he believed he had succeeded, as Megan said thank you. He didn't smile, but he was happy to have helped the woman. Then she patted the couch she was sitting on, telling him to sit. He fidgeted a bit before sitting down. Sylar was a strange boy, dealing with violence easily but turning yellow at any sort of social interaction outside his comfort zone. Luckily for Megan, Sylar's blindness ment he had no idea or ability to discern that this box contained things for ballet as opposed to just sewing. He could only judge her actions based on her movements, since the objects held no heat till she touched them. Sitting now, he just sort of stared at her, unsure of what she wanted from him till she spoke next.
He opened his claws, and grasped the box from her, holding it gently so he didn't end up skewering the thing or smashing it with his inhuman strength. Have hands like a raging grizzly bear really sucked some times...most of the time actually. He'd have sighed at his own thoughts, but for now he just had to do what Megan asked. "Um Sure." Was his response to her command, sitting there like a statue as she began to fix her wound with a needle and thread not suited for the purpose. "I was worried I'd have grabbed the wrong box, they sort of all look the same." He mumbled, his tail curling up and down, the odd appendage acting like a cat's tail, but looking like some nightmarish serpent ready to strike.
Sylar felt a bit useless, besides violence and theft it didn't seem he brought much to offer in any sort of relationship. His tail curled up a bit on the ground in a show of disapproval at his own ineptitude. Megan made a noise, something barely audible but probably a sign of pain. Roach wasn't going to be happy that Sylar let her get hurt, he just knew it. Being a body guard for somebody besides yourself was hard. Though Megan speaking snapped him back into reality, the girl adamantly refusing to see any doctor. Sylar was tempted to mention that Doc Prof didn't really ask questions, but he knew better than to keep the subject going once Megan had told him no.
He sort of mumbled an Err sound since he wasn't sure what to do if she didn't want to see any sort of doctor. He wasn't aware of her past with the Mansion, the Doctor, or anyone besides Roach for that matter. She made a request and he quickly shuffled off to try and fulfill it. He made off for her room, only knowing the layout of the apartments from knowing where he could go and where he shouldn't go. And Megan's room was the one he knew to avoid most of the time lest he bother the girl and her shotgun.
A box, with sewing matierals? Great Megan, make a fetch request of the blind sewer monster. He sighed to himself knowing better than to bring up that she'd sent him to fetch an item after he reminded her of his lack of eyesight. He didn't even have time to realize the girl said Spiders couldn't carry it, since you know trained spiders were not that common. However he found her room and bed easily enough, navigating the gray world that was room temperature objects. He dropped down and searched beneath her bed. And of course there were TONS of boxes and other things down here. He gropped around blindly grabbing three or few of them, and holding them to his chest as he walked back into the room.
He mumbled again, a bit worried to admit he had no idea what was what but he had to none the less. "I couldn't really tell what was what so I just grabbed stuff." He moved to set the boxes next to her, hoping one of them was what she wanted. "Is it in one of these?" He asked.
An oddly profound statement Sylar thought. It did seem whenever you had questions you rarely got the answer you wanted, just the one that was true. Seems his lack of foresight again brought up the question of his vision. Though he didn't' really care, being born blind meant he didn't so much feel disabled, as just abnormal. "Never could, I was born blind. Though things are kind of different now." He stopped for a moment, thinking how to explain his vision, considering he didn't exactly understand it himself. Other than knowing what he saw was the heat of things around him.
"I can't see you, or anything like you do. But I can see what you can't, I can see the warmth that comes off of things. In your case, body heat, the blood in your veins gives you a human shape. Where as other stuff looks different, but everything has some temperature I can see." His world was a mixture of the things he could perceive, and couldn't perceive, the negatives of anything cold helping him to create a picture to work with.
Sylar didn't smile, but inside he felt a bit nostalgic, remembering the smell and sounds of a library. When you couldn't see, those things were so much stronger, and now with his mutant nose and ears, it might be even more enjoyable to him if he could only read what books were there. "I miss the smell of books, and the quiet. But I'm not sure it would do much good if I can't read anything there." His words were a bit sad, showing he still held some fondness for what he lost, though he rarely thought about it till Andrea brought it up. It was cute though, how the girl was so excited for literature. Sylar didn't have any friends, even as a boy, but the other people who frequented the library were kind enough.
His tail swayed a bit, like a snake exploring it's environment. "Adventures are nice, I always enjoyed fantasy and science fiction. I loved imagining a world far more fantastic than the one I lived in." He stopped for a moment, realizing he had become a thing of science fiction all over again. "I guess I shouldn't have considering what I've turned into." The statement was a joke, but the hallow voice behind it prevented any sort of humor from reaching the girl. "Sherlock Holmes was also enjoyable." He muttered, trying to keep the subject moving forward so he didn't have to acknowledge any of his feelings in the conversation.
Sylar had stood there waiting for her to give him the boot, or at least expecting an answer of get lost, instead she seemed to not care either way. "I guess, it was your place first though." He said passively, leading against a wall and resting. It seemed she was up to something on the couch, dressing a wound? He had noticed her injured earlier, perhaps it was worse than he thought. He stood up from the wall and took a few steps toward her, trying to get a better image of what she was up to, before the girl winced. So she was hurt. She turned to look at him, the boy visibly tensing up as her field of vision focused on him.
Megan spoke up, asking Sylar a question, unexpectedly. His face was a little muddled for a moment. Cleaning a wound wasn't his specialty, considering his previous lodging and his lack of delicacy. "Er...I'm not the best person to ask about that. I can't even see what it looks like." He said, pointing at his face, or more importantly his black stained eyes. "Besides I'm kind of just sturdier than normal people. I guess I'd just flush it with peroxide and hot water?" He remembered how his mother treated wounds when he was a boy, but beyond that he wasn't good at common sense stuff.
Considering Roach seemed quite affluent even while living in some apartment, Sylar wondered if he had a doctor on call. "Roach doesn't have a doctor he keeps in his pocket? I know they had one at the Mansion, a mutie doctor too." He said, remembering his few visits to Doc Prof, who luckily did the work and asked few questions it seemed.
Sylar was an odd creature, his senses tuned into fields that normal people could only obtain through technology, but unable to see the basics of the world that every one else could. Your voice might be calm, and your eyes steady, but your insides always gave you up. A pounding heart, burning blood, among other things all told Sylar when a person was afraid or at least bothered by him. So Ty wanted to play the brave card, which meant he was a mutant or stupid. Sylar would just have to up his game and leave an impression, a false attack would surely send the man running away.
Then Ty went on a speech about facing fears, what was this, the lesson at the end of a television episode? Facing your fears was fine when you had some down to Earth problem, oh you're afraid of heights? Well go ride a roller coaster and deal with it. Standing up to a cannibal monster? That was a fear you just accepted and hoped to never experience. Sylar hissed, an alien noise that chilled the air around him far more than any frost around them. "I'm not some fear of confrontation, or heights boy...." He tensed his form, purposely showing he was preparing to pounce or strike, his tail hovering to perfectly align with Ty's face. "I'm the real Boogeyman, the kind that eats stupid people." With a lovely dark emphasis on real Sylar was ready to play the part of deadly monster. Though it seemed Ty realized standing up to Sylar might be foolish at the last moment.
Sylar licked his teeth, showing off the fangs he held within his maw before speaking one last time. "Realize how bad the situation is finally? Go ahead and run, I like the chase." Of course this was mostly Sylar blowing smoke to make himself appear terrifying. Really he just wanted to hunt for a squirrel in peace and not worry about some random human bringing the police down on his head. He still had no idea that he and Ty were more than just two random mutants meeting late at night, a fact that would have shut down his "monster" mask entirely.
Crouched low, like some hellish mixture of a dog preparing to bite and a scorpion preparing to strike, Sylar couldn't be described as anything but monstrous and intimidating, though it was mostly an act. The human seemed staggered as well, muttering before suddenly finding some courage at the word human. Sylar's voice was hallow and fierce "You certainly look like one..." However it was the next string of words that struck him enough to make him think. Seen him before? Nobody saw Sylar and didn't become either afraid of him, or be introduced to the creature behind the monster, and he'd never met this human before.
Sylar swayed back and forth, checking Ty out trying to figure out if he knew him or had interacted with him ever. He couldn't think of anything so he spoke, his voice a little more cautious than ferocious. "Maybe you have, but trust me, you don't want to see me." Sylar growled again, his tail purposely snapping back and forth to show how dangerous he was. However Sylar was curious, why hadn't this man taken off yet? Only stupid people and mutants could stand up to Sylar for long...or stupid mutant girls in the case of one he didn't much care for. "Aren't you going to run?" Sylar questioned, still a bit thrown off by the situation.
