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.
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During the summer months squirrels were an abundant and easy enough creature to capture, but during the winter, when they had to fatten up and spend much of their time bundled up in a nest for warmth, that was the good time to catch them. Though he now had a home and employment, Sylar couldn't break his animal habits, still finding himself hunting the little snack creatures down to settle his hunger and craving for the hunt itself. He'd been sitting in one tree, when he'd found a nest. However, as always seemed to happen to Sylar, people found him when he least expected it.
Someone else had jumped into the same tree, snatching the lowest branch and waking the squirrel with his movements, sending the fat little mammal straight down the tree. See, generally up a tree was the safe place, so most creatures didn't expect the predator to be up there, and it seemed neither would Ty as Sylar descended from the upper branches, his claws tearing at the bark like it was paper. Like a nightmare, the sewer mutant would emerge from the shadows of the tree and greet Ty with his snarling face hidden beneath hood and hair. Looking normal to Sylar's vision, he immediately assumed Ty was an unfortunate human who had run into him like so many times before.
The boy growled, his voice alien and unnatural. "My squirrel..." He growled in defiance, before dropping down past the branch and smashing against the ground below, crouched low to the ground and his tail rising up to striking position. "Bad night for a stroll human." Sylar hissed at Ty, putting on his best "scary" face to send Ty running off into the hills from the display. Once he'd scared this human off he could finish his night by finding another plump little treat and heading home to sleep the following day off. What Sylar wasn't aware of though, was that he and Ty had far more in common than the syllables of their first names.
Sylar always seemed to be looking at something in the distance, his black eyes no longer the organ of vision, but the growth atop them. And these cells, designed to observe the thermal radiation that came off living things had no ability to discern Tses's shape or position while the girl was shifted. Though all light had some element of heat to it, Tses's light like the moon's was so cold it was invisible to Sylar's vision, meaning the only reason he knew the girl was still here was her voice. Which his powerful ears could pinpoint was still somehow in front of him.
Tses had someone evolved to turn invisible Sylar was quite sure, an annoying power for someone as violent and combative as her to develop. Sylar couldn't help but point out the girl's flaws, that was all he saw in her. Friends and loves often saw past flaws, or ignored them completely when looking at or speaking to one another, but it was the opposite here. Sylar only bothered with Tses at all because Serena cared for her, meaning he had to accept this nasty girl's existence. The girl spoke up, showing how close she was to Sylar, the boy taking a tentative step back. He didn't show the fear on his face or in his voice, but caution was often mistaken for fear.
The girl was annoyed with his empty threat, which was fair. However an empty threat was still a threat, a fact this girl seemed to not care about. Sylar responded, still hollow like a robot refusing to give Tses the satisfaction of any emotion. "I don't try to kill anything, I simply do, and I've killed bigger game than you girl." Sylar said, remembering some of his previous encounters including one with a rather monstrous creature in his old lair. "But you're half right, I don't want to kill any mutant unless I have to. In your case I can't because Serena cares for you, whatever reason she may have."
Sylar's tail began to sway behind him, like a living creature always showing it's fangs to the girl as the blade glistened in the night. "What I find interesting though, is that with some new invisibility trick you're still just talking to me." And now the first bit of emotion showed on the boy's taciturn face, a slight tug of the lips, a grin pulling back aground his sharpened teeth. "Don't tell me you've gotten soft for me too." The sewer monster spat at the girl with a level of contempt equivalent to her own for him.
It was an odd scenario, when three people all knew one another and all had an effect on each other, but weren't aware of that connection. Sylar was Roach's protege basically, learning the ways of mutant and monster from him, but always unaware of the evil behind that quirky bug man's face. And Tses was terrified of Roach but stood up to Sylar, unaware how each time they met the girl could die at his hands with one missed step. Such an odd relationship between the three. However tonight was more about Sylar proving his point, trying to show the girl she should be more aware of how dangerous others could be, and how vulnerable she was.
Tses was Serena's friend, and right now that meant Sylar couldn't harm her, no matter how much he hated her. Another point Sylar was trying to make, but to himself. Sylar was caught off guard though, by Tses basically fading from sight and vanishing nearly into thin air. Her image melted as if she was fading into thin air, leaving behind nothing. But this whole situation was odd. She vanished before saying even a word, and instead of some sort of escape trick, her voice came from exactly where she had been before. Could she turn invisible and he'd never realized? No, Tses wasn't the type to not make use of every nasty weapon in her arsenal to offend and attack others. This was a new trick, and Sylar wasn't going to fall for it entirely. Test the waters, the last time she'd attacked him it was visible, explosives and a physical form. Time to bluff back and see whow as actually in a position of power here.
Unaware Tses was entirely harmless in that form, Sylar's tail slithered back to him, like a snake returning to it's charmer. Sylar just spoke in return, his voice hollow and flat. "That's a new trick Tses." He couldn't see her anymore, and though her scent had been blowing in the wind, the source had vanished meaning her smell would fade as well. But if she was speaking, he could know exactly where she was, meaning he could still react if she chose to make a move. "I could have killed you just now, you know." Sylar continued, speaking with that empty voice that he hid behind. "Up here all alone, sitting on the edge. You weren't planning on jumping now were you?" His voice had a very obvious tone of joy as he finished, a morbidly hopeful statement. He hated Tses, and even though knowing she'd be gone forever if she'd jumped or died somehow, Sylar wondered if he would be truly grateful to see the girl die.
It'd been some time since last Sylar noticed this scent. The pungent aroma of a girl, an angry and stressful creature he'd hoped to avoid for the rest of his days. But her name and presence still showed up in his life sometimes, leaving a bad taste in his mouth. Freed from his usual obligation of protecting Roach, Sylar had taken the night to himself. A little bout of parkour through the cityscape always appeased the creature inside him. It was something about using his abilities to their fullest that seemed to stir the beast within, but where he would have been afraid to let it out before now he could ride with it. And now his free time had been ground to a halt by her scent.
The girl's name was Tses, an unfortunate girl he'd had the displeasure of assaulting once, and arguing with again when their mutual friend, well at least his friend had tried to make them come to terms with it. That night still made Sylar furious, the way Tses stressed Serena out into an explosive fit of rage and then tried to act tough like she wasn't threatened by him. The girl's lack of self control and misplaced confidence really irked him. The girl had situated herself somewhere high, letting the wind carry her scent around the entire block. She might as well be asking Sylar to come down on her head. But Sylar wasn't the kind of person who sought vengeance, or held a grudge usually. However he remembered Roach talking about "handling" this situation for him.
Sylar refused to see just what his friend and employer was capable of, his blind eyes only able to focus on the good Roach did for him and other physical mutants. If something was going to happen to the girl, Sylar wouldn't be apart of it, even though part of him really wanted to just push the girl into a frozen lake or drop her into traffic. The boy's mutant claws dug into the brick, the supernaturally sharpened blades digging into the stone like a knife into butter. He'd warned her before, if he had wanted to kill her she'd have never seen it coming. And now he'd prove his point, besides scaring Tses would be tons of fun as well. Obsidian blades carried the boy up the side of the building, his form concealed in the darkness of the alley and shadow of the building. It took him but a moment to make it to the roof.
Peaking over the edge, the image of Tses was right there, just as his nose had predicted. She looked to be facing away, good because getting blasted before he could do anything sounded like a crappy idea. Instead he'd show the girl just how dangerous messing with a silent predator could be. The boy moved forward, his armored feet silently tapping down onto the building as he neared her. A dark thought got caught in his mind though, as his tail began to extend forward unconsciously. This was the moment, a single second of time where all it'd take was a quick thrust. A sick pop as his blade pierced the girl could end her life, a single thought from Sylar could murder this fellow mutant. And that thought scared him once more, to hold so much power with his broken psyche. The tail crept forward like a boa inching closer to it's prey, the tip of his blade barely an inch away from the girl's lower back.
Sylar stared at her, his various feelings a swathe in his mind as he wondered why he'd even crept up on her. He should just ignore her, leave her alone and forget about every unwanted moment he'd ever spent with her. But somehow it seemed people who despised one another always bumped head. Sylar was maybe two feet away from the girl, like some panther watching it's prey from the darkness of the brush, ready to strike. But killing Tses would be an actual crime, a permanent mistake in his life. No, he wasn't a murderer, or a monster, he was Sylar, and this moment would prove that. Instead his tail remained, inching forward ever so slowly as it poked into the girl's back gently.
"I warned you. I told you that you'd never see me coming for you. You really are an easy target." His words were dull and hollow, almost as threatening as if he'd really come here to hurt her.
Sylar's super human ears easily picked up on the girl's mumbling, seems she was still raring for a fight. He preferred avoiding conflict, but if she was going to threaten or go for round two, he'd show just how dangerous he was. "Try it and I'll gut you like a fish, besides I have no intention of going back near that water so long as you're here." He responded, his voice audible but without emotion. Sylar rarely let anger stay in his heart, preferring his comfortable taciturn state.
The girl questioned his attitude towards clothing, which Sylar didn't really care about, he stole plenty of it, and it wasn't like he had a washer/dryer to clean it up after something like a dip in the ice cold river. "I may be a monster, but I know what modesty is and I've no intention of running around with my junk out." He stated humorously as he tore his jeans apart next, the tough material again offering up about as much resistance as tissue paper.
The girl said she'd close her eyes as he donned his pants, but really Sylar didn't care. He spoke of modesty but really he didn't care if she looked or not, either way he was going to put his new pants on and start warming up, even with cold insect like flesh he knew what cold was after a dip in that river. His clawed feet tore through some of the jeans as they slid on, but that was fine. She gave him fifteen seconds it seemed, which was enough time. As the boy's foot slipped through the slightly cut up hole he felt the loose fit of denim around his thin hips. "Plenty of time, you can look now if you want." He said as he finished dressing.
Clad once more in semi-dry clothing, Sylar let his attention focus on the girl. She was still near the water, it seemed being as cautious of Sylar as he was of her. Sylar spoke, his voice abrasive as he confronted the elephant in the room. "So are we done showing off mutations here, cause going another round really sounds tedious." The boy exclaimed while his tail continued to sway, it's knife-like blade gleaming beneath the sunlight. So long as the girl was near water, Sylar had no intention of striking first, going after somebody backed into their corner was a fool's idea. The other issue was how cold the water was, his eyes could barely make out the substance besides when it was breaking up the girl's thermal image. Sylar preferred to fight when he had all the advantage, and fighting Charlotte didn't feel like it'd be a certain victory.
Sylar's body tensed up as Serena shouted, her power exploding and sending blades of blood smashing into a wall, shattering various parts of the cupboards. So this was what Serena was capable of, Sylar's eyes could see the heated shape of floating blood, but it was surprising still. He'd make a serious mental note to not upset her again, though this time wasn't even his fault! Well maybe partly his fault, but mostly it was her fault. Sylar found his vision turning from Serena storming off to Tses herself about to leave, and the taste of extreme dislike, no a loathing bordering on hatred for that girl.
Serena had stormed out of the kitchen, clearly tired of putting up with Sylar and Tses's inability to come to an understanding or even a moment of peace between them. The girl said nothing as she left as well, through a different door, but Sylar knew she felt the same as he did. The boy stood, and found him self staring at the wall Serena damaged. His eyes couldn't see much of the damage now that her blood was gone, but enough lingered for him to know she had been truly angered with them. He'd have to talk to Roach about this, Serena was in no mood to hear Sylar's opinion or feelings about Tses or herself, and he really wasn't sure how to react to this. He wasn't a social boy, he was only half a human to begin with, emotions and drama were just entirely too foreign for him to grasp.
Roach might be able to help him sort out his feelings, or at least offer to do something about Tses...actually don't wish for that Sylar, Roach is likely to put a hit out on the girl for ticking you off and bruising you up like last time. Maybe he wouldn't talk much about this second encounter with the girl, even if he hated Tses, Serena didn't which meant hurting Tses was out of the question. Dammit this whole night was just stupid, he wanted to just curl up and sleep it off. He made a tch sound as he turned to leave himself, heading through the halls to the back door like he usually did, having memorized at least that pathway his few times here. "Sorry Serena." He mumbled to himself as he left the Mansion and made his way across the grounds to head back to the sewers and get away from this part of the city, the encounter leaving one massive bad taste in his mouth and an headache to boot.
Sylar's ears picked up easily on Clyde's statement, even if he spoke it hushed. "I did school once, ended with me throwing a kid through a wall. Not sure I should try again." Sylar knew he wanted more education, but honestly the risk of losing it around other, weaker people or the fact that new knowledge might just be useless as he devolves further made him weary of trying any kind of school, even at a mutant one. Though part of him knew Clyde might have some understanding of what it is to not fit in, since the boy was older than Sylar but looked far younger. Being different would always be an issue.
Sylar's physiology changed slowly, a growing pandemic that permeated throughout his body more with each passing year. Sometimes it was painful, like when new plates broke the skin, but generally the growing pains were rare. "Sounds unfortunate, my changes are slow, I rarely notice any pain." He responded, sharing some more information about his own mutation in return for Clyde's input.
Finally the kitchen, Sylar stomach was already starting to stir in anticipation. Clyde explained there was some port left over, as well as frozen patties, probably hamburgers he assumed. However Sylar was unable to use a microwave, since it's hard to press buttons with bladed fingers or read them for that matter with blind eyes. "Pork is good, or burgers, anything with meat really. I can't use a microwave though, so if you wouldn't mind could you throw something in for me?" He didn't explain why he couldn't use it, as Sylar often forgot about his blindness, which his thermal sight had fixed long ago, except in scenario's like this. Sure he could see people, could discern the temperature in their bodies, and easily spot them even behind thin walls or doors, but reading? Entirely out of his realm of abilities now.
Sylar leaned back against a counter, his tail laying flat on the floor save for the tip which curled up and back down, like a bored cat. "So what're you gonna eat?" He asked idly.
Sylar was paying half attention to Crow as he exchanged pleasantries with Roach, the rest of Sylar's mind focused on observing their surroundings. Had to make sure nobody unwelcome was approached, but Crow's explanation of who exactly gave him injuries caused Sylar to pop back into the conversation and speak up. "Wait a minute, she threw explosives? Shorter than me? Foul mouthed and aggressive!?" Sylar's voice was slightly demanding, his usual stoic tone suddenly picking up emotion. Could this Crow have seriously been in a fight with the same girl he'd met? That Tses girl?
Roach at this point had chimed in with his own thoughts, accusing the person of being pink skinned, a term Sylar hadn't heard before, but made sense. Roach went on to state that pink skinned mutants could be serious trouble. Yeah, no joke there. Roach then realized that this girl matched a description Sylar had given as well, speaking about a familiar description. "Roach, it's the same girl who showed up in my sewers, ugh that girl." Sylar shuddered, he wanted nothing more to do with Tses. Sylar already thought mutant girls were trouble, but Tses was a natural disaster compared to the amount of trouble other girls had given him. At least if it was the same person.
Sylar dropped his tone back down to dull and spoke more. "Did you manage to get a name from or hear her name Crow?" He inquired, curious to see if it was really her. If it was maybe he could explain to Serena finally how much trouble that girl was and to leave her alone. The last thing he wanted was for Serena to get into some trouble that stupid girl brought back with her. "If it was the same girl Roach, I could see how Crow ended up like this." Sylar's tail flicked back and forth strongly, a visible sign of his frustration when thinking about Tses.
Sylar's dark side wasn't just some metaphor for his repressed anger, or need for acceptance. It was more a primal hunger that drove the boy to near fits of insanity only to be sated by violence or the taste of blood. Good thing he wasn't hungry or angry, but pretty stable today. Sylar disliked crowds because it was harder to move, a constricting feeling, made him nervous. Nice to know he wasn't the only person who found them not enjoyable. As Sylar spent plenty of time observing the normal people up here, he couldn't understand how they dealt with constantly being a drop in the ocean of other people up here.
"No crowds to put up with where I live, I made sure of it." Sylar lived in the sewers, but it wasn't like he was the only one who ever went down there. He'd spent a good amount of time routing out the resident homeless in his territory, as well as scaring the city workers to the point that maintenance in his territory was pretty bad. The city would probably eventually have to deal with that issue too, and the angry sewer creature sitting atop their machinery. "I can't cook either, but I'll eat just about anything. Got an iron stomach to match my appearance." Maybe carapace laden would be a more proper term, but Sylar really could eat just about anything and not get sick anymore. One of the perks of being a monster it seemed.
So he did eat less or more depending on his size, kind of interesting. Sylar did like biology when he'd had the chance to read about it back in school. "Interesting, when you change age it must change a lot about your body. My mutation...just makes me constantly hungry." Sylar's mutation had increased his metabolism to match his impressive natural abilities, though he didn't know or understand to what level. It was however, something to think about as he met more and more mutants, seeing how vastly different they were to one another. "Speaking of food, I'd actually just settle for a sandwich. Or anything with meat really." He mumbled as they made way to the kitchen.
Sylar figured he could avoid being an asshole, he wasn't one right? However he just responded with one word. "Noted." He followed Megan inside, looking for her kitchen to drop off the meat. He listened as she talked about him being soft, and whether or not it was an issue. She pointed out a counter for him to drop the meat on, which he did with a loud thud, it wasn't too heavy for him, but holding large items tended to feel awkward after a time. "Well if events like today always happen to you and Roach I should probably stop being soft soon. I don't want to let him down." Sylar said, the boy had grown a respect for the odd bugman, appreciating anyone who would help him deal with his destructive urges. With Roach's help he could spend more time with friends without worrying about losing his cool. Roach would help him become stable so he could see Serena and Evelyn more, he'd have to tell them about Roach sometime.
Megan walked off, stripping some article of clothing, a coat most likely as she did. Sylar could smell the blood on her, though it wasn't enough to overpower his nose. A small wound often got his instincts to stir, but only an open would threatened to set the boy off and become a danger to the one injured. Sylar remained in the kitchen for a moment, before moving to the archway between rooms, Megan sitting on a couch in the living room. She was sitting there, and a new scent was filling his nose. It wasn't like Roach, but it was similar enough to mean some kind of bug or maybe a big spider? No, it seemed there was a few little creatures moving around, hard to spot because their temperature wasn't very high. Sylar spoke up "Well since that's over, you want me to get out of your way?" Megan was hard to read, besides the fact that she did what she want, when she wanted to, and Sylar was fairly certain his company wasn't all that endearing to the woman.
Serena's thermals were seriously weird, patches of excess heat and possible bleeding? Just what happened to this girl when she was upset? Sylar would rather not find out just how bad it got when she was actually pissed as opposed to upset because both of her friends were argumentative rejects. Serena also seemed to be getting her words mixed up. "Don't worry about that Serena, whether or not she fought back. She wasn't a threat." She said, trying to convince Serena about just how durable Sylar really was.
Sure Tses could make explosives, and toss them about like hand grenades. But that night down in the tunnels, they didn't hurt enough to make Sylar afraid of her. Maybe at her best she could possibly kill Sylar, but what was important to the boy was knowing this, if he had wanted to, that night, he could have murdered that girl with one fell swoop, but he didn't. That was enough to make him feel successful about this attempt to deal with this girl. "Just calm down and let's forget about this Serena, some of us just weren't meant to talk it out." He said grimly.
Tses however wanted to huff and puff and make herself seem as threatening as possible. The issue with trying to intimidate Sylar was the fact that Tses pretty much just looked like food to him, like any other regular human just asking to be hunted down. And her attitude made part of the boy really wish she was human, so that if he did lose it he wouldn't feel so bad about killing a certain someone. "So sorry your dad abused you, I threw mine away before they had the chance." Sylar retorted to her statement, his empathy for the girl weak at best. "But don't threaten me, don't even try to scare me. You can puff your little chest out as much as you want, but every time you want to count on that pride of yours, that ego to make you a fighter? Just remember that night, because if I hadn't said anything you'd have never seen me coming. Our first meeting could have been me sneaking up on you, silent as the night, and the first thing you'd hear is my tail ripping right through your rib cage."
She claimed she didn't even need the explosions, tossing a knife into the wall to try and finish her point, though Sylar was beyond her reach. If the girl wanted to scare the boy she'd have to strait kill him, because Sylar had seen worse than her. He stood up, and wretched the knife from the wall, pressing his thumb against the blade, the steel bending before giving way and snapping in half. "You'll need a lot more than nasty words, explosions, and toys to beat me if you want to fight again Tses. Because next time you wouldn't even see me coming." He clenched his fist, the handle and rest of the steel bending and crushing within his grasp, before he dropped the scrap to the floor, his mind done trying to process this girl named Tses. Did she truly have no idea how frail she was? Maybe Sylar underestimated her, but Sylar took any threat seriously again. If the girl wanted to pick a fight, the boy would vanish, and the next time they met she'd be greeting with a spear through the heart.
Sylar offered his hands to Serena, to help her up. "I think my apology has been rejected, and we've decided to despise one another. Might be time for me to leave Serena." Sylar didn't like failing at a task given to him by Serena, but Tses was bratty and angry, there wouldn't be any reasoning with her, and Sylar didn't care much for reason anyways. If a problem couldn't be solved with strength he'd just avoid it from now on.
So Andrea left her home in search of answers, in search of herself? Sounds like any girl leaving home for school. Sylar never had that luxury, the fear of everything around him crippled his curiosity as a student, as a son. Instead Sylar had grown accustomed to a more sensible way of answering his own questions, whatever kept him alive worked. "I see, find the answers you were looking for?" He asked offhandedly, curious as to how she felt about leaving her home. Sylar had left his previous life of his own volition as well, but for very different reasons. "Seems parents can never deal with different children." The last comment was said soft and under his breath, a grimmer thought escaping the boy's mouth.
The girl went about her cooking very happily, it must be fun for her, or at least distracting her from the odd situation that Sylar entailed. Seems the difference between a home school and the United States was vast for Andrea, Sylar knew home school kids were generally sheltered, but his life in public school wasn't very open or enticing, instead just littered with being ignored or picked on. "Even when I was normal I was different, nobody liked the quiet blind boy. Public school was bad, and be glad you missed it." He said flatly. Sylar was certainly free with his own thoughts as well, though more unrefined and upfront as opposed to open minded, or oppressive.
She asked what it was like to be unable to read, and to be honest Sylar missed it a lot at first. But eventually the leisure activities faded from your mind as other more important things came about. "I read plenty as a boy, but the changes to my hands make braille impossible to feel. It's hard plating, kind of like bone around my fingers." He explained the mutation on his hands, their morphed status into alien claws. "I've never been to the library here, considering I don't live here." He said this without realizing it might spook the girl, or de-rail the conversation. "Besides, I've gotten used to life without the books, my own story is far more unique than anything on a page." He said, a chuckle escaping his mouth as he thought about how odd his life truly was.
Seemed the girl wasn't so bothered by his explanation of eating raw meat. As long as he didn't go on to tell her exactly what kind of meat he was talking about. "Juicy...yeah, I guess that would be the word." Sylar certainly could think of it as juicy, the feeling as blood gushed from between his teeth and down his throat...not the best time to think about raw meat Sylar, calm down. He swallowed the bit of drool that had pooled in his mouth and thought about something else.
Sylar was surprised when Andrea spoke of an accepting home, if home was accepting why leave? Sylar's home never really wanted him, and he gave it up when they were going to abandon him, better to do it first he always felt. "Surprised you left if they don't have muties, this city isn't as welcoming." Sylar continued, only really aware of his own experience with normal people's reactions to mutants, more specifically their fear of him for his actions and the way he carried himself.
She continued on to describe that she also enjoyed books, and was home schooled. Home schooling would have been nice as a kid Sylar thought. "I went to a public school, no good memories except for the library. Can't ready anymore though, not with these hands." He said, lifting his claws up and showing how plating covered his fingertips in sharpened claws, numbing his sense of touch. The girl turned to check on the meal she was cooking, and Sylar felt a bit more drool in his mouth, the smell of cooking meat starting to get to him. Where as raw meat triggered one instinct, the smell of proteins breaking down triggered another, a more normal taste in food.
Fair enough, Megan certainly seemed the type to take orders from no one, even Roach. He wasn't sure why she needed to kill people if she wasn't working for someone though, unless she just liked doing it. Sylar didn't really get why somebody would want to kill just to do it, he had instincts to, but that was because of a predatory hunger. "I'll do my best to not get on your list." He said, letting the topic pass as stepped from the elevator. Sylar followed behind Megan, ready to drop off this meat and get a bite to eat after all this.
Sylar wasn't surprised Megan had seen some gruesome things, living with Roach he was sure she'd seen just about everything. To be able to brush it off though, surprised him. He still couldn't shake the image. "I guess I'm just soft, never actually had to kill anyone when I lived underground." This was true, he'd hurt a few people, though he tended to block it out but while he was a solo act most of the time he could just scare people off to get what he wanted. Most people had been to scared to aim a weapon at him, and the cops wanted to catch him not kill him.
Sylar didn't believe her though, that somebody could be more brutal than he was when he let the animal take over. Unless she knew true blue psychopaths or something, in fact it kind of made him feel better that she didn't think his little outburst was all that memorable. "Hard to believe that, but I'll take your word for it." Sylar really wasn't interested in asking about somebody who would make his combat look like a picnic. Finally they made it back to the apartment, where Megan began struggling with the key it seemed.
After she managed to open it though, he asked "So where exactly should I drop all this?" He said, motioning to the large piece of meat he was holding.
How upsetting would it be if...or when Andrea found out the boy before her was no student or resident of this home, but a local creature just stopping in for a snack. Not nearly as upsetting if she knew he cannibal thoughts, or was sometimes brutally violent. But tonight he was just another mutant kid, with a never ending hunger. She asked if it was like sushi, which Sylar had never had before actually. "Dunno, never had sushi. If you ever had a rare cut of steak though, it's kind of like that. Only alot more...uh bloody." He shrugged, realizing explaining eating raw meat was probably not very girl friendly.
Sylar wasn't so bad off though, as Andrea was thinking. The boy was clever, and had a natural talent for surival that allowed him to survive until he could make friends. Though comfort wise, she'd have no idea what his life was like. So she was from Greece, Sylar had never left the state before so he wondered if it was nice there. "Never been, is it a nice country?" He asked, switching the topic from the previous dietary inquiry. "Never left the state actually, only culture I got was from books when I was younger." Sylar remembered reading novels set in other countries, reading about their differences to New York. Though to be fair this state was pretty melting pot for the states. People from around the world lived here, though he didn't remember his parent's have any foreign relatives or traits when he was a kid.
