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.
It was one of Evelyn's sleepless weeks. Well, not that she ever slept much, but on day two (or was it three?) without successfully resting, she was feeling a bit drained and having less control over her echoes as a result. The problems with her powers were they tended to pay attention to whatever they felt like. If she was staring at curtains for three hours, whatever, she would just have to deal with it. But after some unsuccessful artwork, Evelyn finally wandered towards the living room to find a distraction.
Instead, she found a rather pained looking teen examining his foot.
The echoes flickered to the airplane on the table, examined the size of the cut, and pieced it quickly together before she really registered what was happening. "I think when they designed airplanes skin wasn't exactly what they were hoping they could cut through...." She remarked, wandering over to the nearest chair and opening her sketchbook. The echoes continued to watch the kid, somewhat interested in his behavior. Something was...off... She had felt this way before over certain mutants, and they were always individuals whose appearance didn't match their personalities.
Sketching a picture of a penny, she glanced over at him, blinking as she felt herself momentarily staring to try and figure out what was strange about this kid.
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For a short moment, Evelyn believed if she got far enough away from the figure she could escape the sound of his voice. But it followed her, planted as firmly in her head as the echoes were. As she retreated to her bedroom and slammed the door shut, she growled as she prowled to the dresser to try and find something dry to wear.
The echoes are PART of me. They're my mutation, and just my brain's way of pointing out obvious stuff. They aren't people so stop trying to talk to them! She grabbed clothing, made sure the door was locked, enjoying the click the bolt gave. If only she could do the same to her brain. Tuning her her powers, Evelyn quickly changed before she suspected he could get close enough to attempt to barge in. At least once she was in dry clothes she didn't feel as embarrassed or grumpy.
That was, until the echoes started discussing bird poop with the telepath.
No one is getting a cup of tea with anyone. Go away. She mentally snarled, staring at the wall and forcing the echoes to take notes on the textural applications of the spackling. She could have thought of a number of more interesting things to think about, but suddenly she felt like she had to protect her privacy from the invading resident in her head.
[Cotton clothing. Distinctly cold when wet. Estimated drying ti--]
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Jul 14, 2013 22:46:31 GMT -6
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Evelyn analyzed what the woman was saying. It was easier than just trying to focus on her at least. Her mutation made it hard for her to be noticed...
...Well, that made a lot of sense then.
"That explains a lot. I mean, my powers make it so I notice things most people miss. So it's like your powers are having their own private argument with mine. Sort of the 'unstoppable force meets immovable wall' type situation I guess. Rambling still..." She took a deep breathe. It was like trying to talk over a rock concern. "It's the first time I've really encountered something like this though... Normally I just have to listen to a lot of useless information from my powers. Any long term analysis about subway walls can drive you a little nuts..." She trailed off, and glanced around them. People seemed to glance occasionally at the rambling white haired female, but it was like the other female was invisible.
Trying to salvage the situation a bit, Evelyn held out her hand. "I'm Evelyn, by the way." She said as politely as possible.
The echoes, meanwhile, started inspecting the violin case and trying to guess the brand by it's shape and musical qualities.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Jul 14, 2013 20:49:08 GMT -6
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If nervous energy was something palpable, Evelyn could have made a smoothie off it. The echoes were practically swimming in the stuff coming off Aiden, from his twitches, to shuffling, to shifts in movement towards his glasses then away that made her wonder if this was a bad idea to try engaging with him further. Plus, it was clear he couldn't see any of the titles he was trying to look at, and trying to move any closer to help just increased the nervous energy.
There was no winning. Even as they put the DVD in and she finished setting up the T.V., he scooted to make room on the couch but his body language advised his lack of comfort with actually sitting next to her. Hesitating for a short second, she finally moved forward and perched quietly on the other end of the couch.
They looked like two x's being forced to sit together. This was so many levels of awkward. She should have gone to paint.
Then the movie started, and the title screen for an animated film called Howl's Moving Castle came onto the screen. Information flickered into her head about what she knew about Japanese animation, and this particular film's release date, and she pushed play before they got too technical. "Good news is, not educational... Anime."[/b] She remarked, then did her own moment of fidgetting until the film started.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Jul 14, 2013 20:39:19 GMT -6
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Evelyn watched as the figure started taking notes. The echoes picked up on the number 70 gliding across the paper and she felt herself give a firm, confused, blink.
[Companion hearing echoes. Mind reader? Telepath?]
The possibilities were there, but it still made her thoughts whirl a little. She was used to silently arguing with the voices in her head, but having someone talk back to them was something else entirely. Her momentary confusion let a few of them wander and start counting the drips of water coming off her hair, the color of the leaves on nearby trees and note the bird poop on the sidewalk nearby.
Like she wanted to know that.
"Violent outbursts of--Who do you..."
He blushed. The action seemed completely unfounded and the echoes tripped her to a halt as they noted it. He was apologizing, yet, not to her. He was speaking as if the echoes were their own little life force, and she was nothing more than an annoying vessel they were sitting in. Then he went so far as to invade her mind and start trying to address them.
"Hey! Hey stop that!"
Sometimes, Evelyn felt like her mutation could be described by a number of human illnesses. Hyper awareness always sounded normal, and for the most part she felt it was. That was up until the point when her companion started talking to the voices in her head.
[Mental intrusion. Contemplating possible counterattacks."] She glared at the man and redirected the echoes to their analysis of the bird poop.
"There isn't more than one of me. There's just me so stay out of my head!" She snapped, turning and scampering into the building and away from him. When all else failed, running seemed like a good solution.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Jul 14, 2013 19:27:16 GMT -6
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Evelyn's fist met her companion's face, knuckles stinging with impact and leaving twinges of pain across her hand. But, like her previous experiments with punching, it gave a satisfying warmth somewhere inside here where she felt delighted to stand up for herself and not let someone push her around. Or embarrass her.
The delight flickered momentary however when a question followed her attack. "Percentage of what?" She found herself saying, and the echoes chimed in.
[Percentage of cotton-poly blend. 70%.] She thought about it for a moment, and realized she hadn't said anything about her shirt blend out-loud. She had heard the echoes continuing to chime it while she punched the kid, but there had been no verbal mention. He might have guessed, it was entirely likely, but something in his body language was as if he was responding to something she said.
Taking a step back and looking at the figure on the ground, she squinted at him. Then quickly re-crossed her arms. "The data of my shirt's material makeup is not relevant to this conversation." She snapped. The echoes tried to calculate how far her room was and noted how many students she might cross paths with on the way there.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Jul 14, 2013 15:32:05 GMT -6
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One moment.
Oh, one moment….
He was apparently busy taking notes and her distress was inconveniencing him. Soaked to the skin, sopping wet, white hair hanging from her ponytail and dripping water down her drenched back, she crawled to her feet and prowled forward, irritation beginning to trickle into the back of her mind. Evelyn was a fairly calm person, on most occasions. She dealt with a variety of people, from socially awkward teens to serial killers who tried to kidnap her. She had pizza with a sewer monster. But this guy, whoever he thought he was, pushed her buttons.
Jabjabjab.
”I’m gathering data…”
Jabjabjab.
Oh, so she was an experiment. That just made it that much more frustrating to her. She wasn’t just going to sit there and be someone guinea pig, especially when that someone was testing how transparent her clothing was. Her face turned crimson, both from embarrassment and from anger. She kept her arms pressed tightly against her chest and glared daggers at him.
”Your shirt lasted…point four-three seconds. Is it pure cotton, or a cotton-poly-blend?”
Jabjabjab.
[Cotton-poly blend.]
The combination of the long day, her exhaustion, her wet clothing, her irritation, and her echoes insistence on participating in the conversation resulted in Evelyn’s fist moving from across her body, and flying towards the guys face. Punching, it seemed, was much more in her nature than slapping.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Jul 13, 2013 21:08:02 GMT -6
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It had been a long day at work, and Evelyn was exhausted. The museum had recently acquired a new exhibit, and all staff was busy rearranging and setting up all the additions. Short staffed (a growing condition), Evelyn was removed from her usual 'be bossy and point' position, and instructed to help carry and place the various artwork. It was grunt work, which she had trouble with, but she put on her pony tail and resisted complaining until she was finally released to go home mid afternoon. While she was sore and tired, she felt satisfied to accomplish something other than just make things look pretty. She didn't even feel disappointed taking the short hike across the lawn when the cab driver had her get out earlier than expected.
Rather than dress in more formal attire like she had a habit of, today she opted for a plain white t-shirt and jeans. Easy to wash and clean, and less likely to be ruined by a stray nail or screw, she felt a little casual and somewhat disheveled as she approached. While at work, the dress was useful. Now the shirt just seemed boring and she was eager to change. Mentally sifting through her wardrobe trying to decide an appropriate outfit, she didn't notice the echoes flicker warning her of the sound of water.
Exactly two seconds later, she was squealing in surprise as the lawn sprinklers came vehemently to life, and doused her with a completely unnatural force.
Slick grass + tennis shoes + panicked scrambling brought her butt quickly to the ground and she yelped in surprise, covering her head with her hands as the water sprayed her in the face from a nearby sprinkler head. Her white t-shirt, which had been practical earlier in the day, was transformed into an all too transparent reminder of why one should never where white around water.
Thank goodness her bra was tan....
[Male, dark brown hair. Responsible for activating sprinklers.]
"What's the big idea?!!" She yelled over the water, coughing slightly as it got in her eyes and mouth.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Jul 13, 2013 12:43:08 GMT -6
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Ok, so he wasn’t a fan of history. Or art. Or both. She could understand that and would resist driving the conversation towards her favorite art eras or the historical significance of difference pieces. Or maybe she could try it. That might help put him to sleep.
As Aiden scanned the DVDs, Evelyn tried not to hover too close behind him. She really wasn’t sure what would constitute as a ‘bad’ movie, but a cartoon would at least be silly enough the logic would obviously be wrong and she could tune that out. ”Maybe something animated. Those never really make sense so if nothing else I can shut the echoes up.” She glanced down at the row with animated films, and realized most of them would probably be children’s movies. ”Or, maybe something more towards the top shelf… I don’t think we want to end up watching some educational children’s show. Anything that would ask you to repeat after them may drive me to throw something at the screen.”
The top shelf had a few animated films, a few recent movies and some box set DVDs. Box sets were trial and error here at the school. She was used to hearing kids wine about getting halfway through the series and one of the disks was scratched. When Aiden finally suggested just grabbing one, she nodded in agreement. ”May be easier and then at least we won’t have to feel bad if we pick a dumb movie because it’s all change. And I think the DVD is right there on top of the television…” She moved over and pushed the button to open the tray so he wouldn’t have to fish for it.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Jul 13, 2013 12:39:25 GMT -6
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Kyle was a fairly reserved person, and he managed to keep his emotions in check better than most people she encountered. But that didn’t stop the echoes from picking up on the more subtle reactions. He seemed surprised that she lacked control over her ability, which seemed understandable, considering their banter at the museum. She pushed her hair from her face and chuckled slightly at his comment, and lead the way towards the living room. ”I hope it will help. If nothing else, I’m trying to at least learn some self-defense. The echoes aren’t bad, and in stressful situations they focus a lot better and can get me out of a tight situation. But just running and dodging makes me feel like a damsel in distress all the time.”
The living room came into view, and it was surprisingly clean considering all the kids that hung around the mansion. The television was off, and like most of the mansion, the room was empty. ”I could always just use a broom as a weapon though. I mean, you saw how intimidating I was.” It was a light joke to help cover up a slightly sore subject. She knew she had a habit of putting herself in danger, and if nothing else, maybe she could learn to at least get herself out of it.
Then there it was. The flicker of disappointment that settled into his face. She felt odd, realizing that someone was disappointed she was dating. Up until this point, she really didn’t think anyone would be all that romantically interested in a girl with voices in her head. Crazy, mutant, freak, brat; she overheard more than one conversation about her being pretty but not worth the trouble. People were intimidated by how smart she was, and if that didn’t stop them, they were put off by her know it all nature. The fact that Mirror has asked her out had been enough surprise. The fact that Kyle was let down by it was another thing entirely.
”It has been awhile since you swung by the museum though. I honestly didn’t expect to really hear from you since you hadn’t called already. Maya honestly just asked this week…” She lost a bit of her calm demeanor, looking suddenly nervous and guilty. She was dating dumb, and felt silly trying to work through all of the technicalities that came with a relationship. Trying to recover from her clumsy sentence, she jabbed a finger in the general outdoor direction. ”We have a pool. I could show you the pool. It all sort of looks boring right now, but I think it’s just because it’s summer and the kids are out doing more interesting things.”
She jumped on a new topic eagerly, and moved back to the conversation about trouble. It wasn’t her favorite topic to talk about, but it was better than dating. ”Yeah, I was picking up some stuff from my apartment after the riots, and I heard someone wandering around in the sewers. Turned out to be a teenager, sort of a sewer monster looking kid and we had a chat about my lack of danger senses and his lack of social skills.” She shrugged in a casual manner, and reminded herself she should swing by sometime and deliver that lasagna.
”As for the x-men, really couldn’t show you much anyway since I’m not one. I doubt either the sanctuary or the mansion really lets you see all their secret rooms without the proper club pass.” She added.
Evelyn shook her head, accepting her latte from the barista and clicking her tongue slightly against her teeth in a slight 'tsk'. His remarks, while partially directed towards her, also made her want to argue in defense of her favorite author. "Doyle had a fair number of followers, and it was the times where he tried to please them he made himself most unhappy. At a point, he was willing to try and do what he wanted, and free himself from Holmes by killing off the character. But it was so frowned upon he eventually relented and wrote the character back into the stories. Holmes was always trying to please others, and he is renowned for it. But wouldn't it have been better if he had allowed himself to write what he wanted and not listen to everyone else?"
She was countering his comments, arguing that she should be given the chance to do what made her happy. While many people would have found Doyle's more serious work 'boring', if that was what he wanted to do, why should everyone have stopped him Throughout the argument, she found herself relating more strongly to the conversation than she expected. There was something similar in the writer's plight and her own personal struggle for freedom and recognition.
To relieve some of the tension, she shifted back to the secondary topic. "I like the local restaurants best. Things are more personal when you get to know the staff." Part of that felt like just casual conversation about food. It was harder to work in any personal questions this way. "So what would you say makes Bradford unique? Every city has it's tourist attractions, but surely there are things that would be more locally appreciated."
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Jul 11, 2013 22:18:59 GMT -6
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Evelyn caught the pleased expression that seemed to cross Syn's features. She still had a friendly smile, but Evelyn couldn't help but wonder if she had fallen for exactly the sort of verbal trap she tried to avoid. Her brain processed the emotions of caution, flattery, and curiosity so fast, she would have been surprised if the dark haired girl caught any of it. But those little doubts were still there, even when she responded in a friendly enough way.
"Working together, uniting mutants. While I heard that sales pitch for the Sanctuary, I've seen less... pleasant ways in which it could be executed. Considering how little I've managed to sort out about what group you fall into, I hope you won't find me rude by being a little more on the cautious sides of things." A more serious tone slipped into the conversation, and Evelyn flipped over an Evanescence CD and compared the price with another nearby title.
"I appreciate your sentiments. I do. And in many ways, I wish it could be that easy. I've seen the shades of grey that people use to separate themselves. The world seems much different to me than some of my peers. Yet, I've had people who had ideas of what my powers could be used for. And I don't like being treated like a trinket to be collected. The future... Perhaps we are the future. But the problem with the future, is it's something very hard to control or predict." Her voice was quiet, and the echoes followed the last patron up to the front counter. Unless he had super human, there was no way he could catch even the faintest whisper. At most, he would hear a few women discussing being mutants, and that ability would connect him with them, if nothing else. So she was not particularly concerned about being overheard.
Evelyn set the cds down and looked at her companion. Her expression was firmly neutral. While she was flattered by the woman's remarks, she had her own reasons for being careful. Even if Syn didn't make her nervous. Even if Shade hadn't tried to kidnap her and even if she had doubts about the Sanctuary. She knew what her powers could do if she used them wrong.
"In another life, Mr. Holmes, you would have made a excellent criminal."
She may live with the x-men, but her level of understanding of other mutants often made her wonder if she really could fit in with their lifestyle. She wanted to be good. She wanted to do something positive with her powers. But she often found herself relating to the other side. That perhaps made her more nervous than the dark haired woman herself. "Maybe, in my own way, I feel a little more comfortable feeling out of place. It lets me question who I am ,and lets me decide before someone decides for me."
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Jul 11, 2013 22:01:36 GMT -6
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Evelyn couldn't help feeling a little more relaxed when the caught the subtle movement around Aiden's mouth that could almost be classified as a smile. It was a step in the right direction, if nothing else. The general effort behind the action was there, and even if the follow through was lacking, she could accept it. Heck, he frowned so much, she wasn't sure his mouth knew which direction was up at this point, so benefit of the doubt. She smiled back. "Well, I end up doing a lot of thinking thanks to my powers. Not all of it's useful, but I certainly have a lot of stored information to sift through if I want. A lot of it deals with the stuff at the MET though. If you ever need to write a report on art history, I'm the encyclopedia you need."
She was pleasantly surprised that he agreed to her suggestion, and quickly moved forward to look at the movies to try and pick a title. She scanned the list, then rubbed the back of her neck somewhat sheepishly.
"To be honest, I don't watch much movies, so I actually am not really a good person to ask. The echoes sort of...ruin them. One minute you're watching a really good action shot and the next the echoes are picking out the physic errors in the size of the explosion. Maybe you can just grab one and we'll see how it goes?" It didn't seem like that bad of an idea. Most of the titles seemed familiar, but that was a common feeling when you had a perfect memory. Everything started feeling familiar after awhile.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Jul 11, 2013 21:47:43 GMT -6
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Evelyn let the memories replay through her mind, finding the images of the viral video. "I never knew her by name, but she was a girl, sort of gargoyle like, wings. You might have met her, it's likely." She remarked, giving a nod of her head. She listened to his following comments, and sighed slightly in agreement. "I think that's been the problem with these riots though. Some people were fighting for their rights. Some people were just fighting. Life is full of things like that though. Heck, my parents are anti-mutant and, well..." She shrugged as if that was all there was to it.
"I guess. But you know, I'm not sure I really want to fit in... I don't feel human, and I don't feel mutant. But I don't always mind. I guess it's sort of like how I feel about living at the mansion. I mean, I like being there, but I don't hate people at the sanctuary. My powers make me... understand, other peoples points of view. I may not agree with someone who kills people for a living, but the echoes make it hard for me to really judge them. I could blend in if I wanted, but that's sort of what my parents always tried to make me do. Sometimes, I don't think it's necessary to group yourself with others. Maybe I'm just me. Maybe that's just enough." She said quietly, but with a little bit of force behind it.
The trust thing took a little more thought to consider though, and she felt a shrug settle on her shoulders. It was a repetitive motion, but fitting for the conversation. "It takes a bit of effort to offend me, so it's not something to stress about."
While he settled inside, Evelyn found the first aid supplies, and set them out on the bathroom counter. Glancing at herself in the reflection, she flinched, and wandered back into her old bedroom and managed to find some spare clothes. "I'm going to clean off really quick before I bandage my arm. And... Its been hard for me to come back here. Used to be just me and my body guard, now it's just me, and alot of my stuff was ruined." She felt that familiar dip of her shoulders as she let it go, and wandered back into the bathroom. She didn't expect his pity, and few people really understood what loosing her drawings was like to her. The pile on the floor in the room was just too hard to throw away. Years of work, years of nightmares she struggled through. Things like that just couldn't be pushed aside for some reason.
She washed quickly, making sure to scrub anywhere she was cut or bleeding, and her skin stung painfully as she skittered out of the shower. She had changed and pulled her wet hair back into a ponytail when the doorbell rang, and she quickly hurried downstairs to answer the door and pay for the food. The pizza delivery guy gave her a strange look as he stared at the gash on her arm but she ignored him, then brought the pizzas up away from the windows where Sylar could eat them in peace. "Feel free to dig in. I can eat back at the mansion so don't worry about that." She went back to the painful process of cleaning and bandaging her arm, which was awkward trying to do one handed.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Jul 11, 2013 19:57:07 GMT -6
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Evelyn glanced backwards at Sylar, and then traced her memories for a good way to sum up the events of the riots. It took a moment and she didn't move much while her brain scanned, but she thought quickly so it didn't take long to process all her thoughts. "The riots were pretty much an equality sort of movement I guess you could say. There was a case where a visible mutant got beat up by a bunch of police, and the city protected them even though there was evidence proving they'd used excessive force. It sparked a lot of tension between mutants and humans, and then the last little wave of things pretty much resulted in an all out brawl. Probably a good thing if you weren't involved in it... No real 'safety' whether you were human or mutant. Got beat up by our own kind because I looked too human." She flinched slightly at the memory, and turned in the direction of her apartment.
The attempt at a joke made Evelyn give a rueful smile, and she pushed her hair from her face with a chuckle. "I may look normal, but the problem is I'll never act normal. Even around other mutants I'm still kind of a crazy person with voices in my head. Reading body language is worse than mind reading to some people." She shrugged. She was sort of used to it by now, plus she had made friends and they didn't seem bothered by her nosy nature. She wondered if they would eventually get tired of fishing her out of danger though.
She glanced at her monster companion. She wasn't sure staying out of danger was really in her nature.
"Sometimes adapted don't effect physical mutants the same way, so really hard to say. They're rare though, so hopefully you don't have to worry about it much if you don't want to." She remarked, tucking her phone in her pocket and fishing for her key. The alley was empty, so there was no one around to see Sylar. After the riots, there were tensions around physical mutants, but a little more reservation and less hostility.
"You don't have to trust me if you don't want to. I'm really not the sort to try to make anyone do anything. Had too many people trying to tell me what to do. And yeah, I'm the only one at the apartment. It's more of a side by side sort of getup than a shared floor plan. Front faces the street but there is a side entrance." She led him towards the building which was just at the end of the alley, and climbed up the fire escape to the back window. She pushed it open without much effort, and moved from the guest bedroom down the hallway towards the bathroom.
"You can sit where you want. Like I said, no one is really staying here right now." She started fishing for a first aid kit she left behind as she spoke. Not much had changed since she left. Her bedroom still had the remains of her shredded collection of art, and the desk had been moved to her parents house for the time being so that was gone. Most her art supplies were at the mansion, so the rooms were mostly just beds and windows.