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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Trying to put on a front against some one like Evelyn though, was foolish on Sylar's part. He was basically hiding some of his pain and thoughts for no ones sake but his own, since this girl more than anyone could see all the signs of a lie, or more accurately a friendly untruth. His vision watched the girl's thermal image, a blur of colors he couldn't comprehend though his gut understood what he was looking at, his friend...but also the exact shape of what his inner monster wanted to eat.
She tried to comfort him about the pain he was in, which he appreciated though words did little to alleviate the pain of ripping your own skin off. "Don't worry about it. It was just time for it, just like it will be next year." He ended that sentence rather sadly as well, foreshadowing that this wasn't the last time he'd change, and that he'd change for the worse once again considering what he looked like now, more than 50% monster rather than man.
Sylar was factually happy about having a friend and mentor for his unique condition. "Yeah, Roach is just like me...except he's a giant bug. But you know, he's a monster on the outside, he used to have inhuman thoughts too, but he's...uh better now. And he's helping me learn how to manage." That managing amounted to Sylar basically being trained as an enforcer for the mutant criminal world, but Sylar kept that part to himself as he didn't even believe it himself. Or at least refused to. Evelyn's power was entirely different than Sylar's, but they both seemed to deal with uncontrollable urges, her's curiosity and his hunger, so in a way they did suffer a similar curse at times.
The both of them were unaware though, of the other change that had taken place. Sylar's recent change was already affecting the environment around him, leftover venom left in claw marks in the bricks, and the aroma of fear slowly infesting the air Evelyn was breathing. Sylar might be in an amicable mood for the moment, but the chemical reactions taking place around and within Evelyn's body would change that soon enough if she stayed near the Boogeyman.
"I haven't checked into the Mansion for awhile, how's everyone been?" Sylar asked, though his words really only held concern for Evelyn herself and his other Mansionite friend, Serena.
It seemed both mutants were reacting to one another in the opposite way they were expecting. Everyone ran from Sylar, everyone gave into the fear of being killed. After all, he was the creature above humans on the food chain, he was the Predator. He had expected a charge to paralyze the girl with fear, so instead they smashed into one another with all the force of his surprising weight and recklessness. A baton smashed down on him, missing his head barely to connect with the plate of armor on his shoulder, sending a painful thud into the flesh beneath, while Sylar's body knocked Noel to the ground, having missed his target the girl someone ended up atop him instead of the other way around.
He could easily have just flung her off, his physical strength surpassing a bear's easily, but instead in the confusion he defaulted to his most trusted appendage. He growled at the woman, in a mixture of rage and pain from being struck with a baton, though this was merely a distraction as the serpentine tail attached to Sylar's back coiled up to wrap around the girl, hoping to constrict rather than impale the girl, something that was within his power if she didn't pay attention to that venomous knife attached to the end of the tail.
"Are you stupid!? I'll kill you if you don't run!" He spit out at her in a hiss.
Depending on how keen Noel's eyes were, she might start picking up on some of the more interest aspects of Sylar...not including the whole alien monster thing, such as the fact that his response to her throwing a can was not the response anyone else would have made. His display of power had failed to scare her off, and instead she had readied herself for a fight, grabbing a can from the ground to throw at him. Sylar could see the movement as she picked it up, the swing of her arm as she threw it, but the can itself was kind of blurred into the rest of his amorphous world.
Rather than dodging the can, his body dropped down quickly, assuming an inhuman pose as he rushed forward towards her, his claws digging into the floor like it was dirt rather than tile or wood. He reacted like this because dropping low made it hard for humans to react to or face off against you, it was like being attacked from an impossible angle. The can missed, though he hadn't even dodged it on purpose, instead rushing forward to attack her.
Sylar's first move was almost always a pounce, similar to how big cats took down their prey, using power and weight to pin and defeat their opponent before they even had a chance. And though the boy didn't weight much, even with all that fleshy armor on, he was certainly powerful. Sylar was like taking all the might of a bear, and ferocity of a wolf, and cramming it into one lithe little androgynous boy's frame, and all of that was rushing to try and smash against Noel.
He'd knock her out and be gone before she could be of any use to the supposed backup she'd threatened him with earlier. "You're mine human!" The boy hissed shortly before leaping from the ground straight at her, claws pressed forward and light reflecting off his metallic fangs.
Though his skin was insectile, and his shape reptilian in a way, if you could compare Sylar to any creature it'd be a tiger or wolf, a powerful alpha predator, only instead of it's normal claws he was decked out in razor blades and hunting knives. But worse than the claws or teeth was the tail, like some nightmarish over sized scorpion that blade glinted maliciously whenever light hit it. But unknown to either Noel or Sylar himself was his newer ability, a venom produced in his gut and pumped out through his claws and tail blade, a nasty concoction that would slowly infect the air of a place as confined as this.
For now though, the threat Sylar posed would be more than enough to intimidate anyone who wasn't packing as much mutant heat as he was. The woman struck a pose as if brandishing a weapon, she was seriously going to try and stand her ground here? Sylar was losing his touch or this woman was utterly crazy, either way he didn't like not being in control, or at least not knowing he was in control of the situation. The boy took his own stance, his tail swaying back and forth like a cobra being charmed from it's vase, only this cobra was laced with a fear inducing venom and had a human's mind to control it's bite.
Sylar sneered at Noel as he pondered how best to end the situation. He could pounce the girl, a hard thrust into the floor or a wall should knock her out, or at least break her will. He could always just turn and run, though he wanted to take a bit more since he hadn't had the chance to eat enough yet. "Hope you called an army, I doubt any number of sheep can stop a wolf." Sylar was putting on his best game face, though in reality he was nervous. Who stood their ground against a local legend? He was a tabloid monster in the flesh and this woman was going to brawl with him with what was probably a club or pipe? Sylar could "see" a taser or a gun shot, but all he got off of Noel was some normal human trying to face off against a monster.
Was he missing something? Was this moment actually in her favor? Should he run? Running was generally the best option after all, you couldn't lose a fight you didn't start, and you couldn't get caught if you ran before the chase began. He didn't like her bravery, and it was messing with his scary monster mojo.
He flicked his tail out, smashing it into a shelf of cans and other foodstuffs, the metal and plastic no match for his strength as he bent the metal, and cut the supports, sending a number of items rolling out into the floor. "You sure you want to do this?" He spit out one final threat, his words sounding confident, but the truth of the matter being he was nervous and hadn't figured out what to do yet.
Sylar couldn't sense the truth behind a person's words like Noel could, but he could read the reactions of people far better than anyone he knew, because he had the sense of a predator. The spike in temperature as a person began to fear, the sound of the keys as they hit the floor dropped from a jumpy grasp. The smell of sweat and the pheromones of terror, all of it let Sylar read humans in a way no one else could, as the one creature above them on the food chain. Noel might not be terrified, but he'd gotten under her skin, the boy knew.
She was speaking to herself? Possibly some kind of radio or phone, which was a bad sign. Communication meant police, and Sylar wanted to avoid an all out brawl or worse, being shot at. Sylar turned towards the source of Noel's voice, his superior hearing easily picking up on the girl's movements. She spit out another warning, as if she could scare him off with the word trespassing, something of which Sylar had become quite skilled at, a second nature for a creature of the dark.
He sneered as he spoke. "The scary part is...that I kind of do." He said with that same eerie hiss he'd had earlier, the instinct to hunt kicking in as Sylar's body began to give into the feeling of hunger, his stomach even growling into the dark, a sickening alien gurgle just close enough to a human sound to be unnerving. "I warned you once, and that was more than enough. Leave me to eat, or I'll show you how scary I can really be." He said ferociously, his lips pulling tight on his fangs as he spoke, his tail pulling back as he figured out how he should handle the situation.
The truth of the matter was that Sylar didn't want to hurt anyone, part of him was still just a timid kid. But his time with Roach, Megan, and other "criminally" inclined mutants had given the boy the resolve he needed to act if he needed to. He didn't want to harm Noel, but the words wouldn't lie, he would if he felt he had to.
Sylar's eyes couldn't tell when a place was lit or not, so the moment it took for the old lights to warm up and begin to illuminate the dark didn't register to him. But the revelation of the lights as they revealed the black as night boy clad in blades and spikes, a monstrous barbed tail hanging in the air behind him, pocked stuffed with cans of food meant for the less fortunate did create a perfect image of how dangerous he could be.
This was the Boogeyman of New York, and he was dangerously real.
The soft echo of footsteps, the jingle of keys and then the click of a door. Someone else was intruding on Sylar's meal, and he didn't feel like getting caught up with some human before the police showed up. The boys in blue were one of the few things Sylar still respected about the human world, so it was time to put on his game face and scare the human off. An unearthly hiss emanated from his jaws as he turns to set his unusual eyes on her. She had figured some generic criminal had made his way into the bank to steal a meal, but Sylar was no mere criminal or even a mere man.
"You don't know what you're bumbling into human. Run. Now. Before my tastes turn from canned fruits to thoughts of meat." Sylar said those words, and part of him regretted them. The threats he put up were half real, half lies, trying to scare Noel away before he had to physically act against her. But even the lie of of a threat stirred his inner demons, the beast living in his gut suddenly active at the thought of meat. But he couldn't give into those thoughts, not against someone who was just doing their job or stumbling onto him by accident.
Unaware that this human was in fact a living lie detector who might get confused at the worlds of an alien predator that wanted her to run before he had the chance to give into the danger he could inflict upon her.
Sylar's mutation wasn't as complex as some of his friends liked to think. The insect like armor, the razor sharp claws and the scorpions tail were all just symptoms of a more sinister inner demon, his hunger. Sylar's hunger was far darker than the usual urge that most people experienced. Even just one gurgle from his stomach lead the boy to start contemplating dark thoughts, and ever since he'd shed again his need for food had grown far stronger. Though Roach and Megan supplied his more taboo tastes with bits and pieces to keep him under control, the boy was never sated and he could no longer settle for scraps or snacks. So now he'd let his nose and instincts lead him to a greater catch, a food bank.
Sylar didn't really have any experience with food banks, since he'd always found his own food and avoided the heavily populated pieces of man's world, but tonight was different. Clad in a ragged hoodie and torn jeans the Boogeyman stared at the building he knew held the meal he wanted. His eyes couldn't perceive it as more than a large opaque blob, but his nose knew better, and his mind confirmed what he'd been observing for some time. This was a place where real food could be found, could be stolen, could be put to better use than feeding the humans. Though he'd always been scared of them, or at best not concerned with, his time with Roach was teaching Sylar to dislike those pink creatures for their hatred and issue with his own kind, visible mutants.
His tail swishing behind him as he made his way to a door in the back, Sylar took a few deep breaths before clenching one of his claws into a fist and smashing the door's handle in. It was a loud but quick moment, ruining the door and giving Sylar entry to the building, albeit not as stealthy as one might expect from a burglar. But Sylar wasn't a normal criminal, his strength and ferocity made quick work of jobs that would take normal humans far longer.
The boy quickly slid into the building and began looking for his meal, ready to grab however much he could hold or shove into his pocket before making a break for it. Sylar was used to the world of the night, those dark times when most humans sought the shelter of their homes for fear of his element, and for good reason. Shrouded in the dark like a comforting blanket, Sylar's monstrous human form, too thin to be large, but too armored and nightmarish to be human made him quite the sight, not to mention that large bladed tail that swished back and forth behind him, creating the image of living nightmare, a Predator on the hunt.
His nose guiding him to stores of food, Sylar looked for hearty things like meat and bread, or cans he could take and open later. His mind distracted with thoughts of food to quell the monster in his gut, his attention grew lax to anyone else who might be present within the building. "This place really does have better options than a corner store, twinkies got old real fast." The boy mumbled to himself as he started grabbing various things to take with him when he made his break back into the night.
Evelyn hadn't delved too deeply into the tunnels, their meeting near one of the entry points, so maybe the girl was learning. Though this thought was so secondary in Sylar's head he didn't pay it much mind as he began conversing with his friend. Sylar saw the girl jump, an appropriate reaction to the monstrous boy, though it didn't feel as enjoyable when it was someone he didn't want to scare. "Sherlock had backup and didn't deal with predatory monsters, you're still pushing what little luck you have Evelyn." Sylar said, though he lacked a smile his tone was friendly, Evelyn one of the few people he still felt comfortable to interact with.
She'd heard him, which wasn't too surprising considering the volume of his earlier screams. The shedding process was painful, but it also forced him to tear his own body apart, a far more mentally damaging process than the physical aspect. Though somewhere inside it made the boy happy that someone would care to check up on him, well someone besides Roach. "I shed today, it hurts...a lot." He said grimly, leaving her imagination to cover the definition of shedding in terms of a human being turning into a creature. Sylar couldn't see the difficult smile on her face, or read the concern in her eyes, but her voice told Sylar that Evelyn was worried but confused about him.
"It's getting stronger...that voice this skin gives me, harder to suppress. But I also found someone who knows how to control something similar, so maybe I'll be able to keep it in check this time." Sylar spoke with a bit of confidence that he lacked before, garnered from his time with Roach, though he was unaware that this control wasn't so much suppression as embracing a darker side of life. It didn't mean much when you controlled your cannibal instincts simply by eating people who deserved it, or weren't mutants. But Evelyn didn't need to know that, no one needed to know that.
If Sylar was going to give into this monster, he'd at least keep up a mask for those people he did like.
So school is done for the semester, and summer break has started, and while I have a new writing project I'm working on, I'm otherwise totally loaded with free time for plotting and posting!
All of my current threads have kind of ground to a halt, so I really need some action, any takers?
Sylar had been looking up, ready to raid the surface once more to fill his belly, but instead found his animal focus broken by a familiar sound. It had been some time since last he paid attention to the echoes of a human voice down here in his kingdom of darkness, but this echo was certainly familiar. A woman's voice, questioning at the dark as if it could talk back to her. Only a few human beings would actively attract the darkness like this, all of them mutants. One was Serena, a dear friend who often tried to pull Sylar out of his dark environment, but the other likely prey was Evelyn. A girl whose common sense was anything but, replaced instead with enough curiosity to kill a dozen cats.
Sylar ran off into the tunnel, heading for the source of the echo, which wasn't too far away. Nearing the source, the scent and sound of the voice clarified just who had called for the Boogeyman, it was clearly Evelyn. Sylar smiled a bit in the darkness, his face safely hidden from her view. He stood up, walking like a man, but barely looking the part with his new armor clad around his flesh and ruining his shirt. He had at least been smart enough to take his hoodie off to prevent that from tearing, meaning his face would only have his hair to mask him once he stepped into any light.
His tail stood up, swaying back and forth behind him slowly, a sign of happiness at seeing a friend. Though his stomach had been rumbling earlier, he could hold the hunger off for a bit he figured, and at least catch up with her. He stepped forward slowly, his clawed feet creating a unique noise against the brick, a sound for her to pick up on to know he was there before he just stepped into her vision and scared the poor girl. "If you were a cat, I'd be warning you about running out of lives Sherlock." Sylar said softly, his voice effeminate and alien, nothing like what a normal man's voice should be, belonging to him alone, the Boogeyman of New York.
There wasn't much light in much of the tunnels, but as you got closer to the various manholes and entry points, there were often lights present since these were the areas most likely to have workers about. What light there was would slowly wash the darkness away from Sylar, revealing his body had recently grown, his face, arm and shoulder, and even his hips now sporting the obsidian infection that was his mutation. "And to answer your question, it's still me, though I lost a bit more of myself tonight." He said, lifting up the arm that had previous been mortal and was now monstrous.
What little patience Sylar had for this girl had run thin long ago, and try as he might to teach the girl any sort of lesson, he should have understood they'd get now here. Like oil and water, there would be no connection between Tses and himself, save their mutual dislike of one another. He still couldn't see her form, but he was certain this invisibility trick of hers could only work so long as she didn't interact with him, meaning he was safe from her, or at least it seemed that way for this long.
Sylar didn't smile at her latest confident remark, Tses probably couldn't admit fear to anything, even if she should learn to. But something about Roach even bothered Sylar, everything about his current boss was odd and didn't fit what you saw. An eccentric, kind, but merciless and vicious man clad in the body of a bug. Sylar didn't want some kind of revenge to be taken out on Tses, really he just wanted to ignore that she even existed for the rest of his life, but that little bit of humanity he clung on to, for Serena's sake was pushing him to try and keep this girl from getting herself killed.
"You refuse to admit you're afraid of anything Tses. And I think you're stupid for it, but I'll give you one last warning. Serena will keep you safe from me, but I work for the Roach, and he's not fond of people messing with his kin. If you won't admit that I'm dangerous, at least know to stay out of Roach's business, he doesn't like you pink skins all that much to begin with." Sylar finished, revealing his ties with Roach, as well as settling his conscious by giving her a warning about just who might come after her. "So maybe pull back on the nasty 'tude and start making some friends." He said spitefully, a final insult to try and jab at the girls gut's once more. A childish finish, but Sylar didn't mind, after all he hated this girl anyways.
Walking a bit away from their confrontation, unaware of where exactly Tses still was, even with the stress of her power causing her to flash back into material form for a brief second, he moved his body towards the edge of the roof and looked over the alley. He was certain this conversation would be over after this last comment, unaware that Tses might have a rather passionate opinion about the man who currently held his leash.
The past few weeks had been uncomfortable for Sylar. He had grown used to his unusual life with Roach and Megan, though he still felt somewhat uncomfortable and fearful of just how dark their lives might be behind the scenes. Sylar was a criminal, and a skilled thief, but he'd always stolen and destroyed out of necessity, never for the love of chaos or greed. But that life was starting to make him grow bold, his stomach far heavier than it had ever been during his years alone, and when that base line of needs was met, suddenly new desires began to grow in his mind, and those thoughts only served to stress him out of his norm.
Though he didn't need to come down here into the sewers anymore, he still often found himself scampering around down here in the dark. People grow accustomed to their daily routines, the monotonous repeats of their daily lives giving them security and comfort, but Sylar had spent years living a completely abnormal life. When his life with Roach felt weird or stressful, Sylar found himself down here in the cold darkness, the heavy aroma of mold and moist stone giving him the same comfort a hobby might for a normal person. As he walked down a familiar tunnel, he stuck his arm out, letting his claws drag against the stone, the sound and feel calming him down. Was it animal instinct that drove him to do these behaviors? Or was it the fact that as a blind person, touch was his primary sense, and he missed that feeling?
The stress and the confusion of his new life was getting to him, even if he was happy with the change. But Sylar had no idea that the itching sensations he'd been getting on his body, and those pains in his gut had been symbols not of stress, but signs of something he'd forgotten about. Every teenage boy dealt with stress, dealt with those growing pains of puberty as his body changed. But Sylar wasn't a normal boy, and his growing pains weren't anything natural. No, these pains were the calling cards of the Predator, his monstrous mutant nature preparing to ruin his life further. Without realizing it, Sylar had returned to the same place repeatedly, each day spreading more and more of a chemical he had no idea existed.
Sylar's latest growth spurt, ready to burst through his skin had also had an effect within his body. A new organ had been cultured within his gut, spreading out it's own network of veins like a monstrous second heart. But there was no blood pumping through those veins, rather an entirely unique substance, a toxin. Sylar's body had begun to produce a terrible venom, and his natural instincts were spreading it around his home, creating a zone of safety around his original nest. Like a nightmarish spider he'd been crafting a web protect himself and catch prey to feed his monstrous taboo.
However, Sylar's mind had no time to try and learn about this secondary mutation, as his thoughts were occupied with that terrible pain in his skin. Standing a midst the ruins of his last lair, destroyed in a fight with another sewer monster and then partly restored by the humans from the city. It was a mixture of both worlds, a perfect scene of what he was capable of, and here was where he'd shed more of his human persona. Howling into the darkness, a horrible alien scream Sylar pulled at his flesh. It had been stretched taught around his new exoskeleton, and the pain had finally caused him to cast it off. The iron scent of blood mixed into the night air, and the only sound to be heard was that of tearing and the flop of discarded skin onto the stone.
He fell to a knee, breathing deeply as he finished casting off part of himself. Plates had grown out of his hips, and his other shoulder found itself cast beneath that horrible armor as well. But what frightened him the most was that itching he'd felt on his face. He brought his hand to his face, and scratched himself, feeling his claw grate against a piece of armor that had grown over part of his cheek. He'd always worried about his face, once it was gone he'd truly no longer be human, and now at least part of it was gone. "I guess I've only got another year left." He whispered into the dark as he stood up once more, the Predator now fifty percent complete. He cast away a piece of his face, the symbolic loss of part of his humanity as his stomach began to rumble. "Guess I'll have to eat before heading home tonight." Sylar said, staring up towards the open ceiling that had yet to be repaired, the moonlight and the sounds of the city washing away the remnants of his pain.
It was true, every mutant Sylar had met over the past year had shared some story of oppression, or cruelty, though it varied they all dealt with a stigma about their condition. Sylar's might have been one of the worst, but every mutant who looked a monster understood the loneliness he felt. Though his monstrous side still made him fearful of even embracing those mutants who looked just as obvious as he did. "A sad statement when you think about it, that the one true thing we all have in common is prejudiced lives." He said flatly.
Sylar's family history though, had began bleak and never gotten anywhere good. Born blind, his parent's struggled to deal with the differences he had to other children, and his personality had compounded problems. By the time he changed, his life simply fell apart. Andrea however seemed to draw enjoyment or strength from her history, even if it was sad at times. He envied the ability to look back at her family and still hold love for them. Sylar felt nothing for his parents, at least nothing he was willing to admit. He buried his under resentment and distraction with his current life.
She was correct though, this one moment of kinship shared between mutants was indeed enjoyable. They were like distant relatives, able to draw on that shared animosity they'd both experienced before and create a bond normal people didn't get. "I guess you're right. We can at least understand what it's like, when we both look...the part." He said lightly, trying not to insult Andrea in anyway as he brought up their shared physical mutations.
Food was one thing Sylar could always enjoy though. His inner beast made everything taste so much better, like he was constantly starved and seasoning each meal with hunger. "Oh I could eat anything and like it, but I'll be honest. This is pretty good." He said, the smallest hint of a smile pulling at his lips to reveal the fangs beneath.
Was hunting down pedophiles a usual part of Megan's routine? If so what an odd odd profession this girl led. He asked if she'd found any evidence of a dark deed, but it seemed she was convinced she'd have eaten the man like a spider does, by liquefying it's prey. Sylar did at least know that much about spiders, from some basic biology books he'd skimmed through once before. However he didn't imagine Megan had any of the equipment necessary to do such a thing.
He gulped audibly as he imagined something that even grossed him out a bit, he might be a meat eater and possible cannibal, but sucking the juice out of someone? That sounded a bit extreme. "Er...well you didn't wake up next to a sucked out husk did you?" He asked again, not sure how to deal with Megan's scenario. She was a bit hysterical, and the smell of vomit in the room didn't really help to calm or clear Sylar's mind. Megan suddenly seemed distracted, losing herself to a thought while Sylar spoke up.
"Where exactly did you...uh do the deed?" He was curious mostly because if he could discern some sort of evidence to her deed, he might be able to help her figure out what was going on.
Megan yelled at Sylar, condemning his over usage of apologies, though the boy wasn't sure what else to do in the situation. Interacting with people was difficult, like walking on eggshells, always afraid you'd say or do something wrong, and in Sylar's case doing the wrong thing could lead to violence, mostly because he was never sure how he'd react to something with his screwed up monster instincts. "Sor...er.." He tried to mumble before shushing himself, his personality going completely timid while Megan took over the conversation.
She seemed more upset that he was just apologizing repeatedly rather than him actually hurting her or putting her at risk, what an odd person she was. Though considering Roach's taste in friends and employees, perhaps she fit right in and Sylar had yet to cast off his original naivete. "I'm still not used to living with people again...This is a lot harder than living alone in a sewer ever was...and wow does that statement sound outrageous." Sylar said, stopping himself as he realized that he was struggling more with having room mates than living alone in a cold dank sewer and constantly fighting to not starve to death. How horrible was the human life style?
"I was timid even when I was normal, so I didn't spend much time with other people, even in school." After all, Sylar's time at school had been cut short by many years, and even now he was only sixteen. But his mental and social skills were probably even younger than that, the analogy of bumping around in the dark always seemed to fit the boy's personality. "I guess I just need to grow thicker skin..." He said, the humor of the statement not lost on him considering he was already covered in thick fleshy armor. "Last time, but sorry." He said, mustering up a bit more courage as he steadied his thoughts thank to Megan's pressure. "Is your shoulder alright?" He asked, his voice still far softer than a man's should be, but at least he'd moved past that little panic attack.
