The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Sylar's eating habits were nothing short of ferocious, and though he always ate like he'd been starving to death, even with a steady food supply the hunger never seemed to go away. It was worse actually, as if having food just made him even more ravenous, that predator in his gut just going mad like a shark in bloody water. "This is plenty, I'm just always hungry...always." He said with a solemn tone before listening to the girl explain some of the unique aspect to being immortal.
Just how old was she he wondered. "I hear all the red meat is actually a problem in New York, makes the normals fat." Sylar pointed out that such a thing wasn't a problem for him, his metabolism or perhaps his mutation seemed to consume so much of the food he ate that he was always lithe at worst, nearly skeletal when truly starved.
She tried to remember their conversation from before, and Sylar simply shrugged as he began to clean one of his claws, like some kind of monstrous cat. Not like there were sinks down here or any clean water at all to clean yourself. She talked about missing human contact, something Sylar wasn't so fond of. As a boy his human contact consisted of being bullied and picked on, as a mutant, he couldn't feel anything he touched, his fingers locked away beneath natural weapons. "I don't know what it's like to live that long. But I can't feel anything either, the claws are made of the same thing as my shoulders." He flexed his claw a bit, feeling his muscle and flesh beneath the plating, but unable to even feel the stagnant air if he swished his hand back and forth.
The next question was entirely out of Sylar's usual comfort zone. What did he do for fun? He tilted his head, like a child or dog hearing a sound it had no idea how to comprehend or understand. "Er fun? Do I have fun?" He was a sewer dwelling closet cannibal mutant criminal. Was fun even a word for him? Well he guessed spooking normals was kind of fun, though that was only because he had to live with being terrifying. "Er I guess scaring normal people is kinda funny. But there's not much I can do to have fun, can't even read anymore cause of the hands." He said, looking at his hands again.
Sylar was far removed from what your average teenage boy might be, but his room certainly had some aspects of the average boy. A pile of clothes in one corner, some left over bags of snacks here and there, but perhaps the one thing that was very out of place was the well made bed, sitting there as if it hadn't been used at all. Entering the room, Sylar pulled up his hood once more, and then dropped to the floor and crawled beneath the bed, an odd quirk of his.
Sylar really was like a giant monster cat in some aspects, and enjoying a closed space when sleeping was just one of those habits, so figuring he was done with the girl, he crawled into a spot beneath the bed frame and curled his body unnaturally small ready to sleep again.
Unaware that Shelby had more to say or that she would follow him, she'd be in for quite the image, coupled with the fact that this room within the house held enough ambient toxin to trigger a person's instincts of fear. Like a mouse walking past the den of a cat, that dread feeling in the pit of your stomach would be very real if she stepped in after him, and coupled with the large alien tail slowly slithering it's way under a bed like an image from a child's horror story, Shelby might just come to truly despise this new job of hers.
Sylar was quite well acquainted with fear, both being afraid and being terrifying. Did this woman scare him? Only slightly, more than anything her presence coupled with the knowledge that she'd set off a bomb, or some kind of explosive power was what set him off. Sylar's instincts tended to kick in around very loud noises or fire, both of which scared the monster living in his skin. She mentioned cops though, and Sylar sighed audibly.
"Always with the police, could I go one night without being told to halt or shot at." He had plenty of animosity with the police, though Sylar was more of a nuisance than a threat on average, since his criminal activities mostly consisted of breaking, entering, and scaring the bajesus out of people...Oh and eating pets. Though that was more a rumor than an actual crime on the record.
The woman instantly reminded Sylar of another mutant with certain racial views when it came to the normal people. Roach and her would probably be best friends, well unless she actually looked normal as well. Sylar couldn't tell beyond her heat signature. Her statement rang true deeper within the boy though, as he remembered a certain night when he partook of the predator feeding on cattle ideal.
Sylar fidgeted a bit at her words, showing that they affected him somewhere, his voice cracking a bit as he spoke. "Cow's don't beg you to stop, or scream at the sight of you...or shoot at you." He said flatly, remembering the various ways people had reacted to his mutation before, ranging from the general screams and running, towards the violent counterattacks. Though there were the good ones, his mutant friends, that little girl he'd rescued more than a year back. Humans were bad, but he couldn't call that little girl cattle, not yet.
He nearly mouthed the words "they're better raw" but he stopped himself, getting caught up in this girl's pace might be a bad idea, focus on the moment Sylar, come on.
This girl sure didn't have any qualms about mutant surperior, sounding off like some zealous freedom fighter more than willing to purge their oppressors from the history of the world. He tilted his head a bit and spoke back, comfortable with the distance between them. "Fair enough,it's hard to play the harmless card when you're basically made of knives." He said showing off his clawed hands, his digits encased beneath obsidian plates with fingers so sharp you could seen the sheen of light on them like you would on a sword.
"And I don't really care about normals anyway, I'm just not fond of explosions." She also deftly pointed out that Sylar was not free to walk in the day, a kind of painful reminder but the boy was too used to the reality of it to take offense. "You remind of my boss, he's pretty gung-ho about hating the humans too. As long as I have the safety of the dark I don't need to risk my life killing normals either. I get to be the Boogeyman, and they all stay very very far away normally, works out great." The boy shared a bit about his own status as a mutant, as well as his lack of pride or incentive in his racial status.
Picking up on a certain sound in the distance, Sylar cut the friendly chat a bit short by pointing out that they didn't have all night to stay in this place. "You look normal enough to me lady, and as for being nice, I'll be nice enough to warn you the sirens are about to be in ear shot." Sylar's hearing was far better than a normal persons, but sirens were loud to everyone, and soon enough they'd be blaring for Aura to hear as well.
Sylar might not be able to visually distinguish when someone died, at least not until their body temperature began to fall off, but the fainting sound of a heart beat was something he could pick up on, well that and the screaming suddenly cutting off. Anywho, this girl was clearly murdering these men, and Sylar generally liked to avoid murder and murderers in general...since his hands weren't all that bloody themselves. Killers tended to not like being seen, so his idea was to get away from here fast and hope the woman had no interest in pursuing an urban legend.
However falling off the wall had ruined any notion of sneaking away, and the girl had clearly seen him. Though he sudden friendly attitude didn't fit with what she'd just been doing, or what Sylar was used to. Or maybe he was, mutant girls seemed attracted to the idea of befriending a monster, or at least this wasn't the first time it'd happened. But he wasn't so foolish as to just jump out and start shaking hands. She offered her name, and the boy offered a flat response.
"Oh hi there, don't mind me, I was just passing through." He kept his distance, backing away any time the girl made a step forward, his eyes only picking up on the fact that a small form had just murdered men, and she was clearly a mutant...or wearing some very good bulletproof clothing. Either way, he was cautious. Her own words confirmed her status as a mutant though, so Sylar was hopeful he could weasel his way out of trouble, since mutants tended to be a more birds of a feather than the normals were.
"Uh pretty sure all of this counts as murder, at least most people would say so. As for me, I'm totally harmless! Please ignore all the pointy bits, merely for show, I promise." He said followed by a bit of a dry chuckle, usually Sylar liked to play the controlling role. His Boogeyman face was quite well practiced at this point, but this woman had already fired off one bomb, and then walked around finishing off crippled humans. Sylar had no interest in her deciding he needed a taste of pipe bomb as well, even if she was offering the friendly face for the moment.
Funny how a setting fit for a movie monster was one of the few areas in New York Sylar tended to avoid. The old warehouses and slum areas were full of humans and other mutants who weren't worth the time or trouble they might present the sewer mutant, but tonight his senses had drawn him here. Instinct or destiny, Sylar had been passing through the area when some very auspicious sounds began to draw his attention. The flare of gunfire in the distance, the vibration of a gunshot bouncing off everything and assaulting his ear drums as if he'd been standing right next to it.
The boy's gut warned him to stay away, but he wondered what foul play he'd stumbled into, or at least could stumble into as he snuck into the warehouse in which all the excitement was taking place. Creeping along the building like a spider, the boy snuck in through a broken window, his thermal sight picking up a far different vision than the people below might see. A vast sea of cold colors, ridden with the flashes of heat and bursts of sound, like a mine field going off. This was some gunfight he thought, but nothing worth his time.
Except for maybe the fact that a rather slim woman seemed to just be taking the gun shots like they were nothing. Sylar might be blind in the normal spectrum, but his eyes could see the streaks of heat left by a freshly fired bullet as they vaporized into a girl who should be quite dead but wasn't. Perhaps the most fascinating thing about mutantdom to Sylar was this, mutant girls were never "in distress" but generally the cause of it.
With no interest or incentive to rush in, the boy planned to vacate the premises before the girl took notice of the boogeyman crawling on the walls, but the sudden burst of sound and various bits of fire and shrapnel ruining the room dropped the boy to the ground very quickly.
"HOLY CRAP?!" He managed to wheeze out as he hit the ground, and curled into an armored ball, his exosekelton taking some scratches but more than sturdy enough to avoid penetration at this range, sometimes being semi-bullet proof was very handy. Actually it was like handy 80% of the time, but whatever. Realizing the excitement was over, save for the bad-ass mutant girl who'd just walked away from a bomb like an action star, and the painfully obvious physical mutant who'd fallen off the wall, no yeah it was totally boring now.
Sylar popped up, somewhat dazed from the sudden flash his eyes had picked up, but quickly fell back into his usual tactics, naturally fading into some shadows in the room and trying to clear his head. "Crazy assassin lady and you walk right in on her, great job there." He whispered to himself, as he refocused his attention on the slim woman some distance away from him.
Sylar watched as the girl walked away a bit and started her way up the ladder, part of him felt a bit sad to see her go, even though he knew she'd probably be back soon enough. It was rare he could interact without his gut flushing his mind with violent or aggressive thoughts, even when he was with friends it was hard not to see them as pieces of meat. But this girl provoked nothing from his inner beast, it's taste only concerned with raw fresh meat, not something so long dead.
The boy crouched down onto his heels, his size so small in this position that you might miss him if you didn't know any better, but it was comfortable for him, his unique body possessing an inhuman amount of agility and limberness. Hearing the sound of a manhole, coupled with footsteps which held no heat, Sylar knew it was the girl dropping back down into the sewer.
It was odd to once again be unable to see someone, even if that thought was terribly ironic for a blind person, but the girl was like a ghost to him, only her voice and footsteps, coupled with the faint smell of death told Sylar where she was, if she were to say remain totally still, he'd struggle to pinpoint her location down here.
He stood up once more and walked over to her. "That was quick, or at least quicker than having to break into a place I suppose." He mused as he reached out a clawed hand to take the food from her, which he then swiftly and rudely proceeded to snarf down like a hungry child. Sylar's hands made delicate work difficult, and unwrapping the paper from around a hamburger was both delicate and annoying, so instead the mutant literally bit through and devoured the paper along with the meal, showing how much more awkward he could still be.
Breathing only between sandwiches, his gut was deliriously happy to get fresh fast food, rather than stealing it or waiting for it to be thrown away. She hoped it was enough food, and part of Sylar was tempted to speak up about how it was never enough for him, but the hot dogs were far more important than speaking. "Freaking fantastic, thanks again." He managed in between hot dogs, his gut still in control as his mind had to wait it's turn.
He hadn't expected even another word from the girl, let alone a command to wait. The boy stiffed a bit, turning toward her though the gesture was futile since looking at her served no point but to comfort the girl's own idea of how a conversation should work. Sylar was truly a hard creature to grasp, his body and instincts were ferocious, like those of some creature that God would never have allowed to exist, but beneath that was a boy younger than anyone ever expected, making conversation or reading him nearly impossible.
She surprised him again by apologizing, the man monster that had just threatened to murder her if she crossed him. This human was clearly crazy, or had been driven so by his little act. He didn't smile, but he chuckled inwardly when she explained he in fact terrified her. That had been the point, but to have it explained like that was humorous, even in this situation. She used the word promise, a term that Sylar didn't have much experience with or trust in, after all very few people were ever close enough to him to draw human emotion from the boy.
"I don't need a promise, not from some human I barely know. But we'll both be better off if you manage to keep it." He told her flatly, though his tone had lost most of it's aggressive nature and fallen back to his stoic mask he preferred. He lifted his head up a bit as he replied to her second thought. "And it's not like I dislike you specifically girl, I don't like any human. And you'll be better off the less contact you have with me. Never a good idea to keep the sheep in the wolves den, ya know?" He finished, reminding Shelby that Sylar was pretty much an entirely different species than she was, or at least he'd been raised that way the past few years.
Or maybe it'd been his entire life, always shunned by humans, and now that he was barely human at all, he found himself embracing the mutant life style more and more, except his guide was an extremist and cannibal, rather than an equalist. "Just do your job, and I'll do mine." He finished, turning back and walking out of the kitchen. Knowing the girl was here in the apartment now had upset him, but she was just a human girl, so long as he kept up his monster act he'd remain in control he figured.
Sylar watched the girl flail and struggle, like a tiger watching it's injured meal desperately fight the inevitable, the look on his face must have been truly terrifying, but the boy knew he couldn't really hurt the girl. He trusted Roach's judgement...mostly, and if he thought the girl had reason to be here, or had a purpose to serve, he wouldn't question his boss's will. But he was going to make sure this human knew crossing a mutant would only end terribly for her if she had an ulterior motive.
His tail which was generally either lazing about on the floor or swaying back and forth like a curious cat had assumed a far scarier position, it's bladed end held steady in the air and pointed towards the struggling girl, like a cobra waiting to strike. She claimed she wasn't lying or following him, or Roach, but she had in fact lied, or at least concealed that she was the girl he'd met before.
He figured he'd just leave her alone after his display of power, but somehow the girl making that statement urked him, as if she was still trying to outwit him, or influence him. "Maybe I can't human. But Roach dislikes your kind even more than I do." He said, staring down at her, this position the one time he could stand above the girl on his own feet. "He won't need you forever, and if he doesn't need you. The leash comes off." He threatened her, but Shelby was correct actually.
Sylar was too loyal to Roach, and he wouldn't turn against him unless his own life was on the line, and even then it'd have to be a truly terrifying situation for Sylar, the boy who was essentially a living weapon to abandon or short cut his friend. For now the girl not only had immunity to the boy, but she essentially had a living Boogeyman to rush to her rescue should she wind up in a bad situation.
"I don't like lies human, so next time I ask you a question...and find out you're hiding something. I'll show you how scary I really get." With that, his posture relaxed a bit, his tail dropping back to the floor and slithering behind him as he turned and walked for the hallway.
This girl...was unique. Generally Sylar's jokes felt horribly flat, or got no response, and here she was giving him an entirely serious retort. He'd have to introduce her to Roach sometime, he'd get a big kick out of her he thought. Though she was so friendly, Sylar's own lack of smiling might be off putting to the girl as they continued to converse. She mentioned going to a shop for food, and Sylar realized she probably didn't get that he was blind, and thus very bad at telling what time it was down here.
"Er I'm not really good at telling time, considering I spend most of my time down here in the sewer...well that and being blind doesn't help either."
He revealed his handicap, though in reality it could barely be considered one when you put it against thermal vision, and the senses of hearing and smell to put a blood hound to shame. "And I'll eat anything really, I just prefer meat." Nothing settled Sylar's hunger as much as meat did, which was kind of a problem considering how powerful his hunger was, and how weak his will power was when it came to what is and isn't food.
The girl released his shoulder pad, and then went on to touch his arm, rubbing her hand against the hardened exoskeleton. "They're stuck to my muscles I think, so I can't really feel if you touch them. But push on them, or hit them and I feel the pressure inside." He explained, he wasn't exactly sure what the armor was either, but the way it grew under his skin,and then ruptured out of it, he imagined they were some kind of exoskeleton, like a bug. Or maybe really really thick leather?
"It grows under my skin for awhile, and then when I shed there's more of it. It's not a fun mutant power." He said seriously, though being dead might not be as fun as Sylar would imagine either?
Sylar's joke fell flat it seemed, as the boy received no laughter or chuckling in response, though he didn't care either way. Jokes weren't really Sylar's forte, he was a mixture of cowardice and seriousness at the same time that sort of killed any chance he had at breaking the ice properly. The fish mutant seemed content to remain in the water as Sylar crawled onto land, his form rising from the water like some kind of horror movie, the dark liquid unhappy to relinquish it's prize, dripping slowly from the boy's various armored parts.
Sylar was watching the water, and Chris as well, though his eyes merely saw one large blot of heat a midst the cold chill of the pond. Was the mutant unable to exit the water, or just didn't want to? Sylar wondered, his tail swaying slowly back and forth behind him, like some nightmarish cat. The boy began to sniff the fresh air, clearing the smell of water from his nostrils when he began to pick up on something. The heavy scent of blood, and it wasn't coming from him or anything on land. He must have hurt the mutant during their brief scuffle beneath the surface.
Chris was anxious and stressed, which Sylar could pick up a bit on, but not as much as normal, since Chris was still muddied beneath the water, but blood was a hard thing to hide from the Predator. "You probably don't want to stay in the water much longer. You're bleeding I think." He said flatly, his voice sounding still rather intimidating, though he had no ill will for the fish mutant, instead he simply wanted to warn him in case he hadn't noticed the wound. Washing a wound out was a great idea, flushing it with unprocessed pond water? Probably a really bad one, or at least that's why Sylar thought.
Sylar's form was motionless, as if he'd stopped breathing or living entirely, a grim supernatural figure watching the girl and waiting for the right moment to stir and break the silence. She spoke softly, almost too soft to hear, but for Sylar it was like a loud admission of guilt. Her body trembled, and in the moment her breath left her mouth, Sylar sprung forward, his claws tearing marks into the floor as he rushed into Shelby, his hand extending towards her throat as he lifted the girl from the ground like a rag doll.
His hand grasped, but he took caution not to tear the girl's head from her shoulders, using the inner part of his fingers to hold her, the only part that wasn't razor sharp. He hissed as he strangled her, pondering how to deal with the little lying human.
"You lied to me." He growled a bit, pulling the girl towards his face and sniffing her once more. "I may be blind, but this was a stupid plan girl. I remember you now, I remember you scent." He hissed into her face, the sheen of fangs right before her eyes. "You're the camera girl...you're following me? What're you after?" He demanded, though his hold on her neck probably made anything but a terrified yelp impossible.
Realizing the girl couldn't speak or barely breath, he released his hand, his bear light strength dropping Shelby onto the floor as he spoke a warning. "What're you really after woman?...and don't lie again. Or next time I'll use the sharp parts." He said, flexing his hand knowing she could see the knives he had for fingers.
It took a lot to get to Sylar, after all he was a sewer dwelling psuedo-cannibal. But hearing the dead girl explain her fear of being devoured by rodents was just enough to cause the boy to stare at her with his useless eyes. "And I thought I was dark..." He mumbled before trying to move the conversation along and avoid anymore unwanted fear discussion. "Fear isn't an excuse for stupidity...or evil. It'd be nice if they'd try to understand us. But I won't hold my breath...and I guess you can't." He said off-handedly, remembering the person he was talking too didn't really need to care about his opinion on normals.
With a small amount of light, Emily could at least see Sylar again, a dirty boy clad in baggy clothes and at least half of him was covered in an alien growth of armor and flesh. Finished pointing, the girl asked which way he'd go. He tilted his head a bit, odd that she'd be curious about where he was going, generally people just wanted to go the exact opposite direction that Sylar was going. "Well it's still pretty early for me, I'll probably stay out in the city till I find a place to rob." He was hungry, and if the girl was offering this would be a good chance to hit up another mutant for some free food. "I mean if you don't mind, it'd help me out. Breaking into places wastes a lot of time and energy." He said jokingly, in reality he was so powerful anything lower than a bank was litter more than paper to him.
The human was obedient enough, maybe Roach just picked one he knew would cow to his and Sylar's demands easily rather than some grandiose prank like Sylar was expecting. He'd spent too much time and effort here though, and the sugar from the soda wasn't helping to alleviate his daytime sleepiness. Perhaps he'd curled back up under his bed and nap till the sun began to set.
He moved away from the fridge and made like he was going to leave the kitchen, his clawed feet clacking softly against the floor as he passed behind Shelby, his attention fading away from the room as he yawned. And then he heard her phone go off, a completely natural occurrence considering the modern era they both lived in. But something about it struck Sylar, that odd sense of familiarity again. He stopped beneath the archway of the kitchen doorway, his tail swaying a bit behind him as he tried to remember where he'd heard that tone before.
Sylar didn't pay much attention to phones, after all he couldn't use one for various reasons. But that sound was familiar, he knew he'd heard it before. He turned slowly, his eyes masked beneath the shadow of his hood as he stared at Shelby and her phone. The dull light of the kitchen reflected off his metallic fangs as he spoke.
"I know this sound..." He said flatly as he tried to put the pieces back together. Hadn't he heard this sound when he'd picked on a girl who'd been down in the sewers? Was this the same girl? He tilted his head as he stared at her with dead eyes. "Tell me again...how'd we meet?" He demanded.
An amusing thought, Bennu trying to teach an actual lesson rather than just going on about his own assumed divinity. "No, he just helped me realize something about fear." Sylar responded, avoiding going into the topic. The last thing he felt like explaining was this odd system of fear he lived with, scaring the heck out of everyone else and being so afraid himself, it was easier to just continue on. Sylar couldn't really envision how a headless person would look thanks to his lack of eye sight, but he certainly knew it'd bother all the normals.
"That'd be some party trick." He said, and he realized that while he was unique, a new monster as she said, he also had a resemblance to something else that humanity had always been worried about. What was truly scary as the dark? The unknown? "I'm not sure being a new monster is any better than being an old one? Humans all tend to be afraid of the dark, and that's where I'm from." He explained, though the girl might have guessed that the shadows were his domain from his black coloration and ability to navigate down here in the darkness.
Well if you wanted to hide, doing it in plain sight might be really clever. "You were lucky to meet a nice human, most of them aren't so nice." Sylar's experience mostly came from people being terrified of the venomous monster staring at them from the dark, a childhood fear made real by modern genetics. The idea of having her guts split open and sewed back shut was actually enough to bother Sylar for once.
"Not really an art form I'd like to see." He mumbled as the girl pointed out that they'd been wandering for a bit now. And Sylar realized, oh right, she wasn't apart of his world. He'd been so distracted by talking to empty space that he'd forgotten someone was actually there where he couldn't see. Was this a really bad sign for his sanity? He dropped that thought and explained where they were.
"Er sorry, I kind of got distracted. We're coming to a junction, where all the water from various blocks pools together." He turned and pointed down one of the tunnels, a gesture that was mostly meaningless, though the junctions tended to have some lighting as there was usually a service entrance around. "Depending on where you want to go, these tunnels lead towards other blocks, and junctions usually have a ladder themselves." Sylar tended to avoid junctions during the day, these were the few areas where humans still had to come down for work, and even Sylar's presence couldn't keep them away from maintaining their water system.
Sylar couldn't see the mess he lived in with Roach, but he could certainly smell it. And considering the boy spent most of the past few years living in a sewer, and he still thought this apartment had a funk to it, yeah probably a bad sign. He wouldn't mind the girl cleaning up some, but Roach probably didn't want any of his "family" upset about their habitat being altered. She called Roach eccentric which brought a short chuckle out of Sylar. "Yeah if the boss is eccentric, than I'm mildly unnerving." It was a cold joke, but Sylar's humor was deadpan at best.
So Roach hadn't told her about his and Sylar's unique dietary requirements, unfortunate for Shelby he thought. He pointed at her for a moment and spoke sternly. "My advice would be to stay useful then. Otherwise you might end up in the fridge rather than using it." His statement was cryptic but certainly gave up that should the girl make a rather obvious blunder she just might end up on the wrong end of the fork. Sylar hadn't given in to the habit like Roach did, but he'd already had his first steps so to speak, and eventually he'd stumble and fall into it as well, and if Shelby wasn't careful she might end up being the first meal.
The girl went back to her cleaning, turning from Sylar as she started exploring the kitchen. Sylar rarely cooked in here, considering his lack of sight, but he was in here often enough to know they had the basic equipment of a home kitchen to be used. She shifted the flow of the conversation and mentioned the bugs once more, and Sylar shrugged. "Yeah...though I'm fairly certain they might just be Roach too." Sylar wasn't exactly sure what Roach's powers were fully, but he knew the man had an astounding information network and it seemed to be based off these little pests, meaning they might just be the small parts of Roach he left everywhere he went, or maybe he was like their King. "Best to just leave them alone I think." The bugs tended to avoid Sylar as well, though pretty much every living creature did, nature could sense the predator it seemed.
