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.
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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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Seemed Kaitlyn had an explanation for her statement of weird mutant stuff...and quite the explanation at that. Seemed the girl knew a lot more about the mutant community than Sylar did. He'd met a few odd balls himself, Evelyn the owner of this apartment for one had an insight that basically made everyone else look stone cold oblivious, and he was good friends with a girl with blood control. However he'd forgotten just how diverse his race was. There were plenty of powers that could make finding them quite easy. Kaitlyn went on and on about various things, before finally trailing off and realizing she'd been rambling. "You certainly make me feel insecure about how safe running away actually is." He said humorlessly in response.
Sylar hadn't picked up on any specific scent or sound while running that he thought was pursuit, but perhaps his own senses were not as trustworthy as he allowed himself to believe. He seriously needed to start being more careful again, the mutant community had pulled him just a bit too far from his comfort zone it seemed. The girl began looking for something in her pack, probably some piece of spy equipment. "The Sanctuary...certainly seems to feel a safe place." Sylar wasn't exactly sure how deep the power ran at that place, but he could instinctively feel that place was like a wolves den. You might mess with them in the wild, but it was foolhardy to attack the home of a predator.
Sylar's tail silently swayed behind the boy as he rested in his crouched position. "Well at least you can use this place as a resting point before making it back to Sanctuary. You really ought to bring one of those Sanctuary friends of yours with you if you're gonna go spying." Sylar reached up and pulled his hood back, revealing his androgynous face, slightly infected with alien plating, and a mane of red hair atop his head for a moment. He scratched his head for a moment, a very careful motion with knife like fingers. "Not like I generally make a habit of helping mutant girls in danger ya know."
Megan's lack of trust and suspicion was well placed. Sylar's lack of control was still an issue Roach hadn't worked out of the boy, and for a brief moment in time, he had eyed her as prey, as a target, and that malice was easy to spot even in his soulless eyes. However he was managing to keep himself in control, taking it out on these thugs helping him to sate his lust for violence. She informed him that he had infact killed the thugs, a thought which briefly made him question if he should feel guilty or not. He could barely remember it, all of it a haze like riding backseat to some other creature as it did the deed.
For now though, he needed to heed her words and deal with the remaining situation at hand. Sylar's eyes glanced at Megan, sizing up her various stimuli, the heartbeat and thermal imagery of her person. She claimed her injuries weren't serious, but a bullet wound wasn't something a normal human could just shrug off. He wondered how much she was hiding, whether it be pain or power to ignore such a blow. "If you're sure. Still you should take care of it soon." He said with hollow words, his tone sounding completely without sincere concern as he was still sort of out of it.
She moved towards the toppled van, a sight Sylar had missed briefly in his excitement to attack the last man standing. Apparently she'd landed a great shot and sent the vehicle tumbling to it's demise. Sylar could sense the damage and smell various fluids leaking from it's underbelly. Megan moved to check the vehicle and seemed to find a still living occupant. She spoke with the man inside, her voice ripe with the tone of a victor. Seemed she wanted the man removed from the car as she attempted to open the door before turning to Sylar and requesting his help once more. "Sure, step back." He said with a stoic tone as he stepped forward and reached down to grasp the door by part of it's window's opening. His claws tensed, creating a crunched shape in the metal before he pulled back, tearing the damaged door from it's previous position and tossing it behind him with a thud.
He bent down, his face devoid of mercy as he reached in and grabbed at the man. "The lady would like to talk to you." His claws gripped down on the man and he yanked him free of the vehicle, caring little for how much this sudden motion might hurt his victim. Freeing the blubbering man from the vehicle he held him up like he weight no more than a child before turning his gaze slightly to Megan. "Where do you want him?" Sylar's tail began to curl devilishly behind him again, as if hoping for an order to get more use from the deadly appendage.
"As far as I know I'm still a man." Sylar said bluntly, entirely unaware of how humorous that statement might sound. But considering his body was morphing into some kind of nightmare predator, who knows maybe he'd end up genderless or swapping to a girl. Wouldn't that be a terrible plot device. Sylar let the odd thoughts slip from his mind as he observed the girl beginning to cook her suggest meal. "Sounds like my kind of home." He mumbled to her statement of a meal always having meat.
Sylar's sense of smell was far stronger than a normal person's, so smelling food as it was being prepared and cooked was almost mind boggling for him, those scents drove his instincts made and nearly made him drool some days. He'd tried to restrain himself so as to not freak this girl out by tearing into some raw chunk of salted beef. It seemed she was using this meal as a means to calm her nerves and move past her earlier moments. A fine coping mechanism Sylar figured. His own personality was pretty stark and cold, so he generally just dealt with whatever was on his plate and showed little reaction. "You're a positive person it seems." He said softly, stating his thoughts about her without a hint of restraint.
Sylar wasn't sure what had happened to the girl in the past, but everyone had skeletons in their closet. Even he knew that, though his own skeleton was more a creature in the back of his mind constantly tempting him to give up control as opposed to some past trauma. Everyone's experiences shaped them, another factor connecting everyone more than they normally thought. Sylar flared his nostrils for a moment, sniffing at the air as the meat met heat, and the proteins in it began the earliest stages of breaking down. "I could have never worked with food, the smell alone always makes me so hungry." He mumbled under his breath.
She didn't know? What was wrong with other people that they got into trouble and danger and didn't know why or how? Was Sylar the only person concerned with staying alive and safe generally? Why were mutant girls so troublesome? He sighed a bit, and dropped to sit on his heels for a bit. Might as well take a breathing before he left and went back to the safety of the sewers. "Well whoever it was I doubt could have kept up with me. So long as we got away I don't really care what we got away from." He said, his tail swishing behind him a bit.
Kaitlyn seemed to be calming down and becoming stable, which meant Sylar could get out of here soon without feeling guilty over leaving a kid alone. "Nobody knows me anyways, so I doubt I'll have to deal with any lingering trouble." He thought for a moment, wondering why he'd even let himself linger long enough to get caught up in this girls trouble. Was he really getting that lonely down in the sewers? His sense of danger was starting to numb more than he liked, he'd have to be more cautious in the future, especially if he was making friends like this girl and her little spy hobby. "Not exactly sure what weird mutant stuff is, but you'll be fine if you make it to the Sanctuary later yeah?" He asked, confirming that she'd be fine after he left her company.
Sylar liked mutants who didn't seem to care about his appearance, or even approved of it, but he couldn't play spy partner all the time, especially when this girl Kaitlyn and him weren't actually friends or even acquaintances. He knew some people at the Sanctuary, but he was no resident or even friend with the organization, though a good review with this Kaitlyn girl might up his chances of getting more food from them.
Ryden's inner thoughts might be closer to the money than he thought. Sylar might not be evil...but the creature consuming his body could be seen as evil. The monster inside was asleep now, but this was a rare moment. "Money has value in their world." Sylar turned to look at the city for a moment. "And when you don't live in that world it stops holding value. My world..." Sylar realized that even if he was avoiding it now, Ryden was a mutant still. "Our world values power and individuality. It's funny, how every mutant I meet is leagues apart from the one I met before. A strange race we are." He thought aloud. Knowing he'd just called Ryden very normal for a mutie, which meant he was still very human like as opposed to mutant like.
Sylar would have vanished had any other presence gotten too close, but for a short time more he could linger, and enjoy a rare conversation that didn't involve managing his inner monster, or avoiding gunfire. Ryden went on to discuss the mutants living in that human world in the distance, covered with night sky and the boy responded with a quiet tone. "I would choose not to be this. Not all of us can choose what we are. I'd be glad if I were you...that the monster avoids the light. On a different night you'd see a very different creature." Sylar wasn't even really talking to Ryden, but simply speaking an ominous message aloud. Tonight he was human, his belly full of meat and content, the beast bathing in it's blood lust. On another day, a man as human as Ryden might feel the same fear that deer felt, your eyes gazing upon a creature above you in the food chain. The Predator was a dangerous beast, and everyone should avoid the dark so long as it lived here.
Ryden began to discuss his own potential for danger. If Ryden's power was to destroy metal and glass than indeed he could bring the city to it's knees and shatter the world everyone thought was unshakable. Sylar knew that feeling, the pressure that power left on your shoulders. Mutants like them were easily a danger to the world around them, and at the drop of a hat they could shatter that peace. For a brief moment Sylar smiled with a bit of a sinister hint. "That pressure, the weight of that power. It gets very heavy Ryden. I hope you never have to know what the other side is like." Sylar's words held a hint of what he truly meant, having given into the beast before. That feeling when power took the reigns, and left chaos in it's wake, that feeling when the dark taboo urges in your gut were allowed to be explored. The feeling of using that power for selfish means. Sylar was cursed, fated to end up a monster, maybe other mutants need not suffer that destiny.
Ryden seemed to be inching towards leaving this little encounter, a sentiment Sylar was starting to realize himself. "It's rare that I can be this patient, so don't worry about it. Enjoy the normal days Ryden, not all of us have them." Sylar spoke, his voice returning to that dull dry tone he generally had, of a creature who didn't know how to properly show his feelings through speech.
Serena offered comfort to Sylar, promising that things would go well and he would end up entirely unexploded. Generally the boy believed Serena word for word, but his gut knew this little meeting couldn't end without some sort of trouble. "Hiding behind a girl sounds kind of lame. I met her once, I'm just expecting her to act the same." He commented, knowing that a girl as feisty as Tses was in the face of a deadly monster was probably never amicable. "I'll try and be polite." He promised, though his voice lacked any confidence. Sylar was a flighty boy, and would dart off at the first sign of explosions, knowing that while he might be an invader here, Serena was safe and welcome. No need to play defender or hero.
Serena walked into the kitchen first, speaking with the person therein. Sylar waited a moment, and then turned the corner to enter the room as well, one of his claws slithering in first to wrap around the archway of the door before his head turned in to look at Tses. Sylar's eyes couldn't recognize most people by their image, after all most women kind of looked the same simply based on figure and height, but that voice was one he couldn't forget. He never forget anything that was dangerous. The girl's voice changed as she recognized him as well, quickly turning her tone from calm to cold. "It would seem I'm the invader this time." He said simply, his voice as cold as Tses's was, showing he was no fan of meeting her once again either.
The boy entered the room slowly, keeping his figure in the doorway in case he wanted to dash out of her, but now in the light Tses might get a better look at him, his black features painfully obvious when scrutinized beneath the light. The most obvious of which was the tail behind him, holding high in the air like a scorpion, a threat gesture to show that Sylar was as uncomfortable right now as Tses was.
Sylar could figure out what that noise was, a lone person in the kitchen. Light steps, probably a girl. "Sounds like just one person." He responded to Serena's guess at the identity of the noise. So she did intend to just waltz him up to that Tses girl and expect the two of them to have a dialogue. Today was going to end with more bruising, he just knew it.
"I get that you're super friendly and kind Serena, that's why I like you. But that girl...she kind of explodes things ya know." He brought up Tses's power, which Sylar was not so fond of experiencing again. "Can't I at least hide behind a wall, or door, or in another room for this?" He asked jokingly. If this Tses girl was Serena's friend he would have to apologize, not even for Tses's sake, but Serena's. Fixing this issue would solidify their friendship more, and that was a good thing.
Serena urged him to follow her towards the noise in the kitchen, and Sylar followed behind, shrugging a bit as Serena led him off to what could only be more trouble. As they walked he pulled his hood tightly around his head and thought about how mutant girls really were way too much trouble.
Ryden was a strange man, it seemed he lived the life of a quiet person for the sake of the world around him, and yet alone with another mutant he was going on like it was a conversation with an old friend. Sylar was mostly quiet as Ryden filled the night with his own voice. Sylar wouldn't complain, he didn't mind the company either now that his head was clear from the hunger. "I at least understand it's sway, my "other" friends move quite a bit of money in their lives." Sylar was referring to the Sanctuary, and some of the residents he knew there. He wasn't apart of the organized criminal world or any mutant mafia style thing...yet, but he did have an avid understanding of crime considering his own life style.
Ryden mentioned he spent alot of time listening to others, a trait Sylar shared with him. Sylar's powerful senses and inability to interact made him an avid people watcher. "Seems we have that in common. I do alot of people watching myself." Though it Sylar's case he could listen in on a conversation from across the street and atop a building if he wanted. How his senses were so powerful was a mystery to him, but he could hear and smell like a beast, with enough clarity to pick apart the various bits of information the same way an avid chef might be able to pick apart the flavors in a dish.
Ryden offered to let him into a musical or theater showing sometime, a friendly gesture the boy appreciated. "That'd be nice, though I doubt I'd be able to walk into the building let alone make it to a box seat. I'm pretty out of the ordinary after all." Sylar reminded Ryden of his physical appearance, a visage that even when he was acting like a fifteen year old boy and being friendly still gave off the vibe of horror movie monster.
Seemed Ryden enjoyed his position, even with the stress of money and the lack of ability to talk. Sylar wondered what he'd have done with his life if he hadn't turned into a monster. He was born blind but there were still jobs he could have had, a semi-normal life. But now he was doomed to be a monstrous criminal, a creature slowly losing it's humanity. Or some kind of super criminal, like a comic book character. At least he was alive, that's all that really mattered to him. "I could never write. But I miss reading. This..." He held up his armor clad hands to show them off. "This took away my ability to read braille." Had he explained his blindness? He couldn't remember, but that'd probably give a clue into his condition. "It's weird you know, you're still here talking to a monster in the dark. But you seem awfully normal for a mutie Ryden."
Sylar had been roughing the man up a bit after tearing the arm off, though really by this point the man was barely conscious as the monster pressed claw into flesh and slammed his head against the pavement. However a single loud pop woke Sylar from his current action as a bullet put the man out of his misery. A hiss escaped Sylar's throat as he turned to stare at Megan. She'd killed the man, an act Sylar's instincts had been clamoring for him to do once more. He glared at her, the look on his face not the boy she'd walked to the store with. "Mine..." He whispered with a sinister softness entirely different than his usual stern but boyish tone. She looked just like the rest of them, the same physical shape as the humans. She looked like food, but she wasn't. This was Megan, maybe not a friend, but she was friends with Roach, and had offered to feed him.
His heart was racing, and his mind was cloudy. However the evil glare he'd given her for just a moment suddenly broke, as his dead eyes shifted left and right taking in the surrounding scenario once more. "I...Megan..." He turned back down to the man he was on, then looked back at the store. "I killed them...?" He questioned, as if coming off some crazy high or drunken stupor. Sylar's instincts were a powerful curse, turning the boy into a weapon of gleeful destruction, but giving into the animal was like surrendering your body to another creature entirely. His thoughts were hard to put together, to scrape them into something coherent as long as the hunger was screaming at him to eat. He wanted to eat this man, the men inside, all of them. He'd even looked at her like a meal for a moment. He needed more of Roach's help, he still couldn't control himself yet.
"Sorry." His voice became blunt and emotionless again. "You're injured." He stated simply, noticing the change in her thermal, the leaking red on her form and the iron taste of blood in the air. Even with all the blood this man had spread onto the pavement, Sylar could pick Megan's female scent from it in the air. Roach was going to be pretty pissed at him after this, letting a room mate get shot was probably grounds for even the jolly bug to lecture him. "What about...them?" He asked as he stood, reaching up to feel the wound on his cheek, shallow and semi sealed by the very heat that had torn it open, the bullet hadn't even touched him. When had he been shot at? Sylar began to feel that familiar fear in his gut as he realized he'd given over entirely to the dark again.
The girl fumbled about looking for something, ah a new glove it seemed. Her hands must indeed be dangerous if she always wore gloves. Sylar didn't have that privilege himself, his clawed fingers tore though anything he tried to wrap them in. Instead he was simply stuck with hands that were always dangerous, a reason to always hold back and stay away from others. Odd to find someone who knew that feeling so randomly here at the Mansion. The mutant community truly was more interconnected than normal people were it seemed.
She seemed pretty excited he was still hungry, striking Sylar as a bit odd. First she's scared of him, then scared of something else, and now she wanted to provide him more food. He needed to sneak into the Mansion more often he figured. "Sound's fine, kind of a guy's meal though." Girls usually ate lighter than men, Sylar knew this because he'd mugged plenty for food. So beef and potatoes struck him as perfect, but he was surprised it was the first dish offered.
Why she began the preparations to prepare the food and dishes she needed, Sylar took a moment to sit on his heals, a sign he was relaxed, his tail curling up on the floor beside him, it's tip curling up and down like a relaxing cat. "You recovered quickly." He said softly, curious as to what kind of person this snake haired girl was while he waited on her to feed him.
Sylar's senses ignored everything else, the world melting away until all that remained was the path to his current target. His gut was never wrong, his predatory instinct far sharper than his neglected mind. The shots fired, the gasp of air escaping the lungs, the fall of a body to the pavement. As far as Sylar could tell, Megan was dead and both he and the shooter were going to be in trouble, the shooter far sooner than Sylar. He crashed through the window pane like it was tissue paper, showering the street with shards of glass as his eyes burned a whole into the area to find his prey.
The man had hidden outside, crouching out of sight near the edge of the building. His attention turned from the girl he downed as a monster erupted from the grocery store on a path of murder. His eyes widened, and he turned his gun sights onto the boy, but Sylar didn't care. Kill or be killed, it was the law of the jungle. Strike first, or never strike at all. His claws tore into the pavement carving their shape into the stone as he exploded from the ground at the man. The pistol fired, the pungent aroma of gunpowder growing stronger, and the flash of light as the bullet erupted from it's casing. However Sylar wasn't like a normal person, or a normal mutant even. His sight, his reflexes, his speed were all out of this world.
His eyes watched as the bullet erupted forward, a speeding streak of bright red color as it made it's way towards him. His neck craned to the right, the bullet grazing his cheek as it split the flesh with it's speed, a trickle of crimson escaping down his cheek as the bullet continued on piercing the boy's hood out the back. That was the man's one chance to kill the monster. Sylar smashed into him, the force his body could create tremendous as the man slammed into the ground from the monster's pounce. Sylar's right claw rested on the mans shoulder, pressing it to the pavement while his left arm grabbed the man's gun arm.
"Mine." The word escaped mixed with a hiss, an alien sound that sent terror straight into this man's heart. Sylar pulled, and his enemy gave in, flesh and muscle tore like nothing, and Sylar relieved this thug of his arm, a gruesome scene that even the sickest of minds might find hard to imagine. The boy's mouth had already been coated in blood, his claws stained, and now the pavement beneath him and his shirt were freshly painted as the man began to scream.
In this moment Megan had been scrambling for the weapon to try and save herself, but now she'd see the image of what Sylar truly kept inside himself. This was his inner nature, the dark creature that hungered for violence and fear. This was the Predator. Sylar tossed the limb holding a gun away, and turned back down to his prey. Though Sylar's eyes held no soul, no pupil, the feeling inside them was easy enough to communicate. He was going to eat this man, and it wasn't going to be pleasant.
Sylar continued his warpath through the mobs, his anger starting to boil. He tried to avoid violence generally, even against the normal people that he didn't care for. But this stupid mob was making him angrier with each passing moment. Was this some sort of test, or revelation? Was his fear just holding him back from how he should treat these idiots...these cattle? It was like a stampede of herbivores spooked by some misstep of a predator, and now they were attacking everything in sight to vent their pent up stress. Well enough, if they wanted violence, wanted destruction, he was going to step out of this on top of that food chain. That little pang in the back of his head seemed to enjoy the thought, that feeling of hatred starting to flush through his body.
However his moment was cut short when suddenly somebody not screaming kill the monster spoke to him. His head turned to a man, someone he didn't know but normal looking enough. Weren't all the normals crazy at this point? The man's silver tone sadly didn't read through thermal vision so Sylar had no idea this was another mutant on the scene just yet. "What's going on? The normals went crazy...no everybody else is crazy. It's a stampede, and they've got no where to run." As Sylar spoke another woman ran up to attack him, screaming some obscenity at him. This was the moment when Streak might see just what kind of mutant this alien boy was. Sylar didn't even turn to acknowledge the woman, instead grabbing her with his lengthy tail, the appendage coiling around her like a python. It squeezed tightly, drawing the air from her lungs. "Stupid, they're all so stupid! Worthless!" Sylar shouted in anger, his mind giving into the blood lust that was taking every one else.
He spun and flung the woman away, her body flying through he air like a rag doll and smacking into the ground with a sickening thud. She didn't get up. "Can you smell it? The smell of blood lust! Crow!" He shouted into the air, summoning the mass of birds to his side once more. "Let's show them who's top of the food chain." Whatever mercy Streak might have for these people, Sylar had given up on showing any himself.
Sylar walked back from the bathroom towards the living room, noticing heat coming from the ceilings now. She must have turned the lights on, he'd forgotten that he was basically the only one who could see in the dark. His steps were soft, carpet acting as a suppressor for the sound of his clawed feet. She was sitting on the couch, taking a break after that little sprint of hers it seemed. He spoke, a calm soft tone. "The water and lights work still I see." He walked further, stepping before Kaitlyn so she could see him, though he refrained from sitting anywhere.
"So miss spy, care to tell me how much trouble I'm in after that? I don't know who you're dealing with, but saving you probably makes me seem like an ally." He said, trying to figure out what exactly he'd run from. If he knew the enemy, he could avoid the enemy, because the last thing he wanted was to have some crazy mutant criminal angry at him or after him because of this girl's actions. "Usually I'd have just ran off into the sewers by now, but we're both mutants. I'd rather be sure I'm off the hook and you can make it home from here." Though his words held concern for her wellbeing, Sylar was far more concerned with his own. She knew what she was into, and was from the Sanctuary, and he would prefer to not ruin his name with that place just yet.
His heart was beating fast, each pulse of the organ pushing the adrenaline throughout the boy's body. That burning sensation was going to his head, and the beast inside was ready to play. This was a hunt, the prey was caught, and now the pangs of his stomach were beginning to wipe his mind. Sylar swallowed, blood and flesh sliding down his neck and feeding the waiting monster in his guts. He smiled, a sinister action that didn't fit his usual timid attitude. This was the grin of a beast, of a killer. He turned from the dead thug he just dropped and walked over to the one he'd throw into the store. The man was still on the ground, reeling from the blow.
Sylar picked up his weapon and looked down without mercy. "What will you do without your toy?" He clenched his hand and crushed the gun like it was made of cardboard. The man looked up and his eyes went wide, seems he finally realized what was happening. He screamed, pleaded for mercy from the monster. Sylar thrust his hand down and grabbed the mans throat, lifting him into the air. The man kicked and grasped at Sylar's hand, the boy's limb much slimmer and weaker looking than the thug's, and yet he couldn't even budge a finger from his throat as he began to suffocate. Sylar clenched once more, and his fingers ruptured the neck, leaving a blood handprint on the man's throat. "You might as well be cattle." He turned and tossed this man to die atop his comrade he'd already dispatched.
Sylar turned, ignoring the trembling people around him, the hushed whispers of a monster about to kill them. They were all just cattle, why had he ever feared these creatures? His stomach began to roar, eager to encourage him to partake of dead's bounty, but a small voice in the back of his head reminded him of Megan. He turned towards the front of the store, looking for her. "Megan..." He mumbled as he saw the woman firing off a weapon at some vehicle in the distance. Seems she'd handled her job just fine while he was busy securing a meal. Sylar turned back to the corpse's he just made, his mind going blank as the urge to feed began to take the reigns of his mind. However...had there only been three? Megan had said so, but his gut seemed concerned that the hunt was still on.
Sylar stopped himself from eating these dead men in front of a crowd of onlooker and turned to walk towards Megan outside. The nauseating smell of gunpowder was starting to bother his nose, best to stop the girl from unloading any more on a target they'd not catch.
Sylar was genuinely difficult to read, a byproduct of spending a lifetime being abused or ignored, and then a few years totally isolated. However he'd become totally used to what he was and the effect it caused, so for now Andrea's reaction was simply accepted. She'd probably never know how he really felt about it through the armor he kept up. Her other arm reached out for him, and for a moment he tensed up, as if afraid of her touch. Not because of whatever power she had, but simply because he was afraid of interaction.
She asked if he was still hungry, a statement that nearly made the boy chuckle. "As the few people who know me could tell you Andrea. I'm always hungry." And to confirm his little statement, one last gurgle escaped from his stomach, as if his bottomless hole of a gut was happy to hear more food was coming it's way.
