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?
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Doing what they want, how happy Megan and Roach must be to have such easy jobs. Sylar wasn't the kind of person who pursued what he wanted, but what he needed. Survival was his main goal, but living with these people his attitude might just change. For the better or worse? Who knows, he responded though "Sounds like an enjoyable career." The girl paused for a moment but kept talking. She sounded kind of like a mob enforcer from an old crime novel or a tv show. "What, like a mafia enforcer? I used to like crime novels." Back when he could read that was.
If Sylar was a bodyguard for Roach, that kind of made him an enforcer too? Oh lord was Sylar joining some mutant mafia? He'd thought about that before, but for now they had what he needed, so he was planning to stick around. The elevator rose slowly, the two of them cramped inside while Sylar was holding all this meat. The box would probably reek of meat after they got off. She responded unexpectedly to Sylar's previous statement. That fish thing really was funny though, even to him. "That fish really was the best." He said with a snort, before catching himself. She seemed to be avoiding or ignoring how violent he had been previously. "I was more referring to the fact that I tear people apart and can't always remember it. But I appreciate the other thoughts."
Sylar wasn't trying to intimidate the woman, hell even on his best monster day he probably wouldn't be able to shake her if she lived her life like this. But he did wonder what she thought of him, seeing how when Sylar went violent he blanked out, a clean slate of fury and violence. That was Sylar's inner monster, a creature that simply killed, and consumed the world around it. When the time for bloodshed came, nothing of the boy she was talking to now remained. "Ever seen an arm torn off before?" He asked, his voice a bit shaky, because really he didn't even remember doing that.
Sylar knew nothing of this girl's past or future, but he knew his own. A past as an outcast, the blind boy that was easy to pick on and nobody really cared about. A future...as a monster, a mindless creature with a taste for human flesh, and a present...that he wasn't sure what was. He was quite the confused and lost boy, who for now knew only survival. And the few friends he'd made along the way. It was odd, how the world affect two mutants who did share one thing in common, the obvious fact that they were different than anybody else.
Sylar remembered the first time he ate raw meat, that nasty iron flavor, the heaving as he tried to keep it down. But with time this infection of his got to his stomach, or maybe he just grew to like it either way now he could eat meat raw...and loved it. "The first time was awful, I was so hungry that I had to, but I just wanted to throw it all back up." An old memory, from long ago when he still had human hands. "But my body...grew more into this animal, and soon the taste grew on me. It gets...addicting." His voice grew a little creepy as he spoke, furthering his image as some kind of monster or animal, he was what he was. A predator.
The girl spoke of family, a topic Sylar didn't care about very much at all. Others had family, others cared about their kin, Sylar? He was alone, the first and last of his kind as far as he was concerned. "That sounds..."He trailed off for a second, his voice almost condescending. "Nice I guess. I have no family, so my taste in food only has to matter to me." His voice grew bland again. The girl downplayed her ability to cook, and Sylar really wasn't much for encouragement, especially since he'd never eaten her cooking. "I wouldn't know, never eaten it. But does it matter? As long as whoever you're feeding is happy you're considered good right?" He finished.
A rarity for Sylar, he responded to her humor with a joke of his own. "Especially to a blind man." He said with the faintest hint of a grin. Seemed Megan's power was showy, as she explained to him she'd show it off once they were inside. Usually a woman says take her top off and a man got excited, Sylar was just curious to see what power made Megan a mutant like Roach. Such an odd boy he was.
Better safe than sorry, Sylar thought as she explained the vest. If he had one, he'd wear it all the time as well. A timid nature made you overly cautious, and caution made you not dead, which Sylar liked very much. Sylar wasn't really sure what Megan did though, besides kill people like the man at the apartment or the thugs at the store. His eyebrow raised a bit as he inquired into her profession. "And what exactly is it you do Megan? I'm not even sure what Roach does actually, besides get into trouble all the time." Sylar said with a sigh, remembering his last little outing with Roach. Hot dogs, crows, and being accused of having no sense of adventure, what a day.
All Sylar knew about Roach was that he had connections and money whenever he wanted it. Though the boy didn't care about money, Roach's influence certainly kept him fed, clothed, and sheltered now. Guess money did make the world go round, even for the mutie community. "And I guess you know what I do after today." He said with a bit of depression in his voice, sure Sylar was good at hurting others, but he still didn't really enjoy the aftertaste of violence. It was like alcohol, you'd get started, and soon you were feeling high and fantastic, barely able to remember what you're doing, and then you wake up in the morning surrounded by chaos and with an awful taste in mouth. Except for Sylar that awful taste was starting to get better and better.
An interesting term, but it explained the situation well enough for Sylar. Though it seemed to him that she just thought of the bug as a friend if she would change her usual banter to talk about him like this. To each their own. She mentioned their mutation was similar which confused Sylar once more. "Similar? You don't look like a bug, in fact you look totally normal to me." Sylar's vision could only tell physical mutants when they were different enough to have unique body shapes, like himself or Roach. Megan looked like a normal woman to his eyes.
She asked him if he wanted some kind of vest, bullet proof armor he guessed. It was true Sylar's armor didn't cover his chest yet, though he'd not been shot yet he was afraid of guns. If anything could injure him, it'd be a gun. "That'd be helpful, the armor doesn't cover my chest at all...least not yet." Sylar's armor was like a very slow infection, taking it's time to slowly infect his entire form. it started on the extremities, but was working it's way to his chest. It seemed the last part of him to be consumed by it would be his heart, how metaphoric. He shrugged to himself.
His body was unique, he was a man but had a very thin but powerful frame, with features just slightly feminine but a clearly male form. So she had been shot, unfortunate. Even with a vest he imagined it'd hurt, he'd taken a few blows in his time too. But no bullets, those he'd always avoided or dodged by a hair. "Good thing you wore it out. I can hurt people, but I don't know a thing about helping somebody hurt." Heck, most of the injuries Sylar had obtained during his time alone he'd just crawled into a hole to lick and let heal like some feral cat. Worked for him, but he also had all the power and strength of a bear on steroids, unlike humans who were quite frail.
Sylar stepped into the elevator with Megan, still holding their spoils from the oh so exciting trip to the grocery store.
Even Roach might not have been able to convince Sylar, but another odd man had also convinced Sylar he could reign in his dark side and take control, which Roach offered. However so far Sylar wasn't quite sure how Roach's...odd adventure's and nights out were helping besides putting stress on Sylar. "He has an...odd way of doing things, but with time I think he might actually help me." Sylar wanted to have control, to be able to live up here without constantly just wanting to pounce some random human and eat them to sate that hunger in his guts.
Megan went on to speak about her own meeting with Roach, which involved an unexpected tale and the odd sound of Megan sounding somewhat content about something. As odd as Roach was, he was clearly endearing to both himself and her. "He kidnapped you?" Sylar's voice was a bit surprised, but really he could see Roach doing just that once he thought about it. "World's oddest boss over here." He mumbled as he went quiet to listen to the rest of Megan's story. "He must certainly like you then, are you sure you aren't his..." Sylar stopped, remembering how she'd responded to his earlier opinion of her. "Are you sure he isn't fond of you that way?" Sylar tried to better build his sentence, though it still basically came down to aren't you his woman, just slightly less offensive this time.
She seemed very attached to Roach though, considering Megan's usual attitude. Sylar didn't mind really, just kind of broke his initial impression of the girl. "Mutants truly are the oddest bunch of people." He thought aloud. If Roach wasn't going to eat the girl, make her work, or keep her as a lover what exactly was Megan doing with Roach? Maybe he'd ask Roach at some point, but really it wasn't his business. "Seems Roach has a habit of collecting mutants in the oddest circumstances." They stopped at an elevator, or at least that's what Sylar assumed it was. Standing before a wall with Megan touching the wall repeatedly had to be one.
Megan and Sylar might not be friends, but this little exchange would at least make them closer as room mates. Especially since they shared a very odd insect who collected them as interesting pieces for whatever purpose brewed in that well spoken cockroach's head.
Sylar wasn't so good at reading people socially or emotionally, but this woman was highly confusing. She doesn't want to be friends, just tolerant of each other. But now she wants to be on a name basis? Were all women this hard to understand? Well whatever, as long as they had some type of working relationship living at the apartment wouldn't be too much of a hassle. Plus she cooked, and Sylar liked food. She continued on, saying she even approved of his earlier laughter. "Thanks I guess." Was his only response.
As they approached the building she asked a rather short...but complex question. How he'd met Roach, wasn't that an intriguing night. "He jumped me in an alley a little while back. Well I guess jumped isn't correct, but he surprise met me in one." Sylar hadn't ever met, heard, or seen Roach before that night, but apparently Roach had been tailing him. "Said he'd been following me for awhile with his bugs, I was stealing from a dumpster. Weird bug man drops down, praises me for my...form and then drags me to a diner. He's a very odd man." Sylar's voice did show a bit of appreciation for the man though, an underlying fondness that didn't hide beneath his usual monotone words.
"I've met other mutants, and even been asked to live at that big Mansion on the river. But I don't...fit in well with crowds. Roach, well he's just like me." Sylar's tail began to curl a bit behind him, the boy happy to have a friend and mentor actually. "You can call us mutants from a mile away, and he knows...what issues I have. Told me he could help me, and all I had to do was work for him, and I believed him." Sylar had refused other offers before Roach, mostly because a part of Sylar didn't believe or trust mutants that still looked normal. They couldn't help him, or know what it was like. But Roach was different, he was unique, just like Sylar. They were both transformed, both creatures, both...hungry.
"He recruit you at a diner too?" Sylar asked in return.
Seems Sylar hit a nerve he hadn't realized was there. The boy didn't interact with girl's much in his life, and most of the mutant ones he'd dealt with were entirely catastrophic and nerve wracking. "Got it, I'll remember that." Sylar responded to her statement of ownership. He didn't really get what Megan was then to Roach, but trying to understand Roach was a fool's errand. Quirky bug man that he was. Megan also stated she could take care of her self, Sylar wasn't really trying to impose with his statement, he just assumed guarding her came with the job and the room in their house.
"You live with him, I just assumed guarding you was part of my job. I'm new to this, not trying to offend you." Sylar didn't mind not being responsible for her, less work and stress for him. Besides the girl was right, she could take care of herself, if not for his superior speed and strength he'd be very intimidated by her. Even with the knowledge he could murder her with one hand didn't keep her from intimidating him a little bit. "I guess roommate or hired muscle would be a better term for me?"
Seems Megan was paying attention enough to hear his last statement, sure all girls were trouble, Sylar figured that. But mutant girls had a sense of confidence and lust for trouble normal girls didn't. A normal girl sees Sylar she runs, easy day. A mutant girl? Throws freaking explosions at his face and comes back for more, alot more troublesome. Sylar finally responded with a different tone, sounding a bit more humorous. "Tell me about it." After that, Sylar made sure to try and avoid pressing any more of Megan's buttons as they made their way to the apartment.
Megan's mood seemed to be dropping, her tone was getting...what was the word? Snippy? Sylar however just kept his usual stoic tone. "Didn't expect you to." His words might have sounded offensive, but Sylar really didn't expect her too. Sylar was very different to Megan, sure they were both mutants, and her aggression and background were very likely worse than his own, but she still looked normal, or at least normal enough he couldn't peg her for a mutant. Normal looking muties didn't have it as rough as the obvious ones like him and Roach, he knew that much. Mostly because of a certain very annoying girl he'd rather not remember.
Seemed she didn't want any piece of what they'd bought, odd that she'd go shopping for him and Roach but not get something for herself, honestly who didn't like meat? An odd girl to say the least. Eventually it seemed she reached the end of whatever patience she had and turned to speak directly to him. Sylar didn't show any reaction on his face, because her words didn't mean much to him. Not like he expected or was after her friendship. Sylar returned her words, his face made of stone.
"That's fine, I'm not much for friends myself. I work for Roach now, and you live with him. I mean you're his woman aren't you? I'm a bodyguard, you can just treat me like one." Sylar finished, still believing Roach and Megan were some kind of item, why else would Roach keep a woman at his home? Plus Sylar remembered how roach "insulted" her and she didn't care at all, that was some kind of flirting wasn't it? Sylar didn't get coupling too much, and to be honest he thought all mutant women were just way too much trouble to even begin thinking about it. "Besides, mutant girl's are trouble anyways." Sylar mumbled that last part.
Sylar didn't know if the Mansion had records on him or not, though he did know a few people here. Serena and Evelyn were both friends, and he'd met a woman named Kealey awhile back. He didn't really know any of the other employees though. "I've never told anybody about myself, besides the people I know here. Just a few friends, that's all." He wasn't really uncomfortable if they had a record on him, after all the people here were nice enough to feed him, so he didn't mind if they needed something as small as a record about him in exchange.
Clyde seemed bothered by Sylar's view of him self, or at least bothered that he judged based upon appearance. That was misunderstanding though, it wasn't his appearance that made him feel inhuman, it was his mind. "I would assume it from your stature, but not your personality. I know it's the inside that matters, and my insides are darker than what I look like." Sylar said ominously, though he was always trying to hold it in, the inner monster got out sometimes, and it was never pretty. Nothing like almost eating your new friend one night, or killing and eating a deer because you were hungry.
"It's a big place too, but a whole bunch of people all living there, dunno how you can stand it. Crowds...make me nervous." Sylar spoke as they made their way towards the kitchen, a room he'd been too a few times. "I've come here a few times for food, but it's the only kitchen I know." He responded, not telling that his general food run consisted of raiding a store and wrecking the place as he took whatever he want. "So do you eat much? You know, being that small?" Sylar was kind of curious, Clyde's mutation kind of interested him
It seems Sylar and Tses's feuding finally broke Serena, the girl exploding shortly after Sylar's last words. Sylar actually jumped a little, Serena's words and tone surprising the boy as he figured Serena was an infinite well of patience and kindness. He and Tses must be truly stupid to have overwhelmed the girl to the point of screaming. Sylar's tail fell to the floor, like a frightened dog that knew it'd done wrong, the murderous appendage hiding from the girl's anger.
It didn't seem to stop Tses though, as the girl derided him for his cowardly nature. Sylar knew as much, that he was scared of what he was, and why shouldn't he be? If he acted how he wanted, and behaved selfishly he'd be murdering people to eat them, hunting them down for sport just like his instincts told him too. But he didn't want that, he didn't want to be a monster, why did this foul mouthed girl want to be one? Sylar's body couldn't figure out if he wanted to be pissed off, or disgusted. Either way he couldn't stand this girl and really hoped she'd just go away, for like ever.
He wanted to shove the girl's words back in her face, she spouts off all these bad things that happen to her, how much her life sucks, then acts like she's all that because she does whatever she wants. Maybe your bad attitude and foolish pride was what kept getting you into trouble you...no, shes not important, Serena was. Tses and Sylar's words seemed to finally snap Serena as the girl lost her footing and fell, Sylar dropping his rage and bending down to catch her. "Serena!" He exclaimed, not sure why the girl collapsed after her explosion of anger. "Serena I'm sorry, this is my...our fault. Just relax." He said softly, his usual soulless voice sounding very human and boyish now as his only concern was his friend.
Sylar wasn't sure how to respond to this situation, being human was so much more difficult now. Words were so bad at solving problems, usually he could just run and hide, or kill whatever issue was in his way, but this wasn't a situation he could do that. Running would just further his descent from being human, and killing Tses would certainly make the situation worse. "You aren't a monster Serena, we are." He said, before turning his head back to Tses.
Sylar's voice was devoid of any previous anger, he was going to act like a man, not a monster. "I live down there because I'm dangerous. I live down there because I'm afraid of what I'd do up here." Sylar didn't know Tses, and didn't know what crap she'd gone through, but he didn't care either. Every mutant had their struggles, and had to deal with them. And if this girl wanted to deal with hers by being foul mouthed, mean, and immaturely? So be it, Sylar was already half monster, he at least wanted to better his half human part today.
"Round 2 is over, and as much as I'd like to go round three and beat the jerk out of you again, She's right, time to grow up. I'm dangerous and you got hurt. Sorry. But that night, and all this other crap you went off about? Ever think it might keep happening to you because of that bad attitude? You wan't to be a monster? Fine, be one, have fun." Sylar continued, still showing no anger in his voice, speaking more calmly than before.
"I only came here today because I don't want to live in the dark anymore. I won't be another excuse for you and the venom you spit. We're both idiots, but at least I"m sorry for being one." Sylar turned back to Serena. "We should move you somewhere to rest."
Megan was obviously not joyous about Sylar's little stint of laughter. Though the boy felt pretty good about it, it'd probably been over a year since he last laughed at something seriously. Or at least awhile, time got away from you when you were a blind sewer creature. "Sorry, it's just...It's just funny." He responded keeping any more outbursts in control. Following Megan as they left the premises, Sylar noticed the extra bodies dealing with his handiwork, and he still couldn't really remember murdering these men. He still couldn't control himself at times like this, he needed more help from Roach it seemed.
Sylar noticed a few signs that Megan was in discomfort, very few but he could tell the girl was probably starting to ache or in pain. Best to keep it to himself though, Megan probably didn't care for his monotone sense of concern he showed. Megan said nothing to the men as they passed them, and neither did Sylar. He was just a luggage courier again, carrying the extra food Megan didn't want to or couldn't carry. She finally spoke up again though as they were headed home. She insinuated Sylar might want to just gnaw on the raw meat instead of waiting for it to be cook...and though he'd eaten it raw before he was still at least half human, cooked was better than raw...most of the time.
"I'm not a dog, I still prefer my food cooked." His tone was bland, and possibly sounded offended, but really he was just stating his thoughts. "Besides if I just start chewing on the meat, it wouldn't be much good to you or Roach." Sylar continued, figuring that as long as he was living with two other people, he should at least try and reign in his selfish instincts. But to be honest, most of the time he just wanted to clean that house out of food and go take a nap like some big lion. Animals were jerks at heart.
Seemed Sylar wasn't the only one in the room who'd dealt with the word before. Hearing Serena go cold was unusual, and something to keep track of. No wonder she didn't like him using the word for himself. She kept playing the middle ground to the best of her ability, but Sylar's timid inability to deal with this problem and Tses's caustic attitude was leaning more towards a total explosion of anger. Not what he needed or Serena wanted. Why were other people so difficult.
Serena tried to explain Sylar's condition to Tses, but in the end neither of them was going to admit to being the wrong party because both of them felt justified. A terrible dispute to want to even attempt to settle. Seemed Tses felt just as unlucky as Sylar looked from her words and anger. Sylar tried one last time to talk his way out of a problem he really just wanted to turn tail and run from like no tomorrow. "I think she wants us to see we're both victims in some manner. I don't know you girl, and I really don't want to know you." Sylar spat at her, speaking her language. "But I live in a sewer on scraps because of what I look like, you at least get to stay up here, and pass for one of them." He continued, pointing out Tses at least looked human, instead of like some nightmare from one of Giger's pictures.
"So we're both screwed up, let's just admit that and let Serena feel successful for dealing with our sorry butts." As Tses continued on, telling tale after tale of bad events in her life, and claiming everyone was a monster she did manage to finally snap a deeper wire inside of Sylar's mind. "But don't sit here and claim to be a monster, all that you just talked about but you're still here, eating crap out of a microwave and acting like any human. You aren't a monster, you're just prey for the monsters." Sylar's voice was actually angry by this point, what little restraint he had was inches from breaking.
In fact during that last outbreak Sylar's tail had begun to point at Tses, like a creature wanting to strike, but the boy turned from the room and faced the hallway. "I could have killed you Tses. I could have carved the meat from your bones, and eaten it over your dying body. That's the monster I could be, but I didn't. You're alive because of her, and that's all I came to say." Sylar spit out angrily. Serena wanted him to act more like a person, to be more friendly and normal, and that was the only reason he was here, for a friend. And Tses should at least be grateful because that same friend was probably the reason she lived through that night. "I don't know what good you see in me, and I definitely don't know what you see in her..." He said, pointing his tail at Tses again. "But I don't think we're getting anywhere." Sylar finished, his tone once again turning monotone and emotion free.
Sylar cringed just slightly as Serena pointed out a fault in him, but he did know being a terrifying underground monster wasn't a nice thing to do. He wasn't trying to be nice after all, nice just wasn't his thing. But he'd have to play nice if he intended to keep any friends. Might be time to work on how soon he jumps into the Boogeyman role in the near future. Or at least pick targets that Serena doesn't know.
"Nice...is difficult for me Serena." He said to explain his actions, knowing it wouldn't be the most valid of excuses. Serena did however defend that he wasn't some mindless beast, at least not on purpose or all the time. And he was working on that, he even had a mentor helping him learn control now! The Tses girl didn't seem to care though, explaining she was thrown into the sewers against her will, which...might be the truth, Sylar didn't know how she got there. However she blew stuff up in his face was not a detail explanation of the girl's attitude and attacking back with serious force. "Blew stuff up in his face...the end? You threw freaking explosives at my face, how'd you think I'd react? I don't want to seriously hurt people, but it's really hard to turn off if that person explodes my face woman." He said with a sneer.
This Tses girl was plenty irritating, but her calling him a monster was nothing knew. Sylar knew exactly what he was, and he was coming to terms with it. The girl should have just known better than to pick a fight with him. "I am the monster under the bed, however if I was evil I wouldn't have carried your unconscious beaten body here to find a doctor." Sylar hissed at her, part of him regretting bringing the girl here after assaulting her, but knowing if he hadn't done the right thing he'd get a lot more than a stern lecture from Serena.
Serena didn't leave much room for Sylar or Tses to finish what they thought about starting as she stepped in and immediately set the mood for this confrontation. Her strong stance immediately leashed any aggression Sylar might have had, he really was just like a dog sometimes and it'd bother him if he could realize it. However being defended as a friend did feel nice, it was more than most people ever gave him, a lot more.
"You heard her, I only came because she asked me to." He spoke, his tone less anxious but still pretty monotone. Serena referred to him as morally dubious, a nice term for a serial burglar with mild cannibal tendencies. Though Serena didn't know that, and he had no intention of revealing what Roach was teaching him now or probably ever. All he needed was control, so he could deal with problems just like this, like a person and not a monster.
Sylar couldn't see the look on Tses's face, blindness being an advantage sometimes. However she accused him of starting it, which was technically true but he didn't think so. "I started it? What were you even down there for?" Sylar asked. "Nobody but me goes into the sewers, mostly because I'm down there!" Sylar finished derisively. He stopped for a second, knowing Serena wanted him to come at this other girl calmly, like a human being. Even if he wasn't one, he could act civilized around his friend. "Look, I didn't mean to actually hurt you. People usually feint or run when I jump them. I was just trying to scare you off and out of my home." Sylar's tail was swishing behind him audibly, a sign of frustration.
"Besides, look at me. Do you think I can handle things like a reasonable person?" Sylar insulted himself a bit, but his point was valid. He couldn't help acting like an animal, it was his nature thanks to his curse of a mutation.
Sylar laughed one last time at Evelyn's statement. "I can imagine. You mutant girls are way too much trouble." With that the boy reclaimed the usual emotionless expression he had, returning to the appearance of a slightly soulless half creature half man. Sylar moved into the hallway, Evelyn leaning on the door as the boy left for his own home. This would certainly be a story to tell Roach, and a good sign of Sylar's prowess in combat when he let the instincts take over.
Evelyn told him to be careful, the statement stopping Sylar for a moment as he turned his head to respond. "No need, I only ever get into trouble with you anyways. Better take that advice yourself. I can't always be around to be your Watson." With that the boy began to walk, heading for the nearest exit...if he could remember the layout of this place. Just how big was this Mansion? Kitchens, upstairs, a clinic they had everything here, it was a lot more impressive than some dingy apartment complex with Roach and Megan, though he was more comfortable there than he was in this building.
Sylar soon made his way outside, taking a deep breath as the night air hit him once more. It was odd, confined spaces made him feel comfortable, safe, but also bothered him if he knew he was in a crowd, but the night air of the surface always seemed to wake him up. Perhaps it was his inner animal, associating the air with the hunt for food. Either way, even if tonight had involved nearly dying and killing another mutant he felt good. He was growing, adapting, becoming a true Predator as opposed to some body desperately grasping at a leash and praying to go unnoticed.
Evelyn had seemed a bit more normal after their little talk, if obviously stressed and weary from the fight. Perhaps he'd been a good friend? Did his words have weight with her? That would be two checks on his list of things to improve at then. Sylar clambered over the wall of the Mansion grounds, his thoughts still focused on this building and the people within. Maybe he should have looked for Serena and said hello...there was always another night. He'd have a great story to tell her, but for now he needed to return home and report in to Roach. And see if Megan had any more of his favorite...meat in the fridge.
Sylar jumped down from the wall and made his way into the night, ready for a long day's rest after all this.
