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.
Ryoga didn't really need to sleep, but he was so sluggish at night he preferred the embrace of slumber, awaiting the warmth of the Sun to stir him back to life each morning. But this night was different, the dragon suddenly stirred awake, his instincts sensing something amiss, his eyes looking up. "Nani?..!?" Ryoga tried to question before his confusion exploded exponentially. His voice, it was entirely wrong...that was a woman's voice, his body felt small, weak, then non-existentas he suddenly shattered into a nebula of light, his form fading to nothing as he fell right through the couch he'd been sleeping on. Wait...he? His voice, it had been a woman's and now he was nothing but a shimmer? Just what the heck was happening? The God flailed helplessly as he tried to roll or stand, his thoughts of movement all for not as he faded in and out, switching between girl and photon before finally fading back in just in time to smack into a wall.
Ryoga fell back onto his rear, the cushion of a buttocks beyond anything the dragon could remember. "Itai!...itai?" That...had hurt? Nothing had hurt Ryoga since his encounter with that horrid bone creature Isabel, and before that he'd not known pain since childhood. How could a flimsy wooden wall hurt a God? Something was entirely wrong about the world suddenly? How had Ryoga gotten here, inside a house? Why was he so small, wait, small!? Ryoga suddenly reached down to touch his chest...! Blood began to pool in the dragon's cheeks as he felt something he'd never felt before, he jolted up off the floor and began to stumble around the house. He was in some upscale living room, but there had to be a bathroom somewhere, a mirror, his kingdom for a mirror!
He stumbled out of the room into a hallway, turning to open a door and check out what was inside before he suddenly fell through the door, his body evaporated once more before he was able to look up and see the mirror on the wall. Nothing looked back at him, it was all just a glow of light unlike any he'd ever seen. "Ittai nani!?" He tried to gasp before his body suddenly reformed, a frail scared girl staring into a mirror. Who the heck was that? Why was Ryoga staring at some human woman!? He stood up...she stood up? He reached forward towards the mirror, and she did in turn? Everything he tried to do, she did, was he dreaming? Was he suddenly this girl? A woman of all things!? His cheeks were reddened a bit, as he reached up to touch his face. But what he felt was the slender hand of a girl caressing her own skin, scarred but far smoother than the flesh he once knew. No scales, just warmth.
Her eyes widened a bit as his hand slid down further, once more confirming the womanhood of Tses Isiksenn, her own fingers giving herself a little squeeze before the dragon's knew face blew up red enough for steam to come out of his own ears. He'd never touched, or even thought of touching a woman's body, let alone feeling that very touch as he did it. The sheer embarrassment of all of this, coupled with the confusion blew a fuse as he/she screamed out, energy gushing into her hand as she slammed it against the glass, an explosion shattering the glass and flinging Ryoga back against the door. The pain rushed throughout his form but he couldn't care less. He'd lost his mind somehow, some other mutant plot to control or manipulate him like last time. He had to find someone, anyone to fix it! He was no mere woman!
Ryoga stood up, his body screaming in pain and confusion, but Tses was strong, and Ryoga's will was like iron. Even if he was bewildered beyond compare, a God wouldn't be stopped. He grasped the handle and opened the dented door, walking out of the house Tses had intended to rob and feeling the chill of the night on her flesh. He'd not worn clothes in a long time considering his size, but even now in a form covered in cloth the cold felt so much more powerful. How miserable was human existance? "I will know who did this!" He shouted into the air as he ran off into the night, his first goal to try and find his bearing, just where the heck was he!?
Shelby reminded Ryoga of some of the women back home, perhaps that was why he continued to pick on her once he'd gotten her to blush, a fun way to pass the time with his mortal companion. Ryoga hadn't noticed them much as first, but it seemed more than one child had passed around or beneath him, stopping to glare at the storybook creature before being hurried off by a mother or passing distraction. He lowered his head and bit, looking too and fro, children weren't really something he dealt with often, but their admiration for the fantastic was rather appealing to his ego.
Ah yes, an education, Shelby was certainly old enough to be in some sort of schooling still. A God had no need of proper schooling, so Ryoga was mostly self taught or indulged by his Mother's various fancies. "Right, you study the science of thought I believe. Psychology or some similar concept." He'd remembered how they met and she'd been trying to question or interact with mutants, a difficult proposition for a normal human to do, especially within their home at the Mansion. "Do you enjoy your schooling? I understand the system here and back home in Japan is somewhat different." In Japan schooling was a little more focused, where students could spend their entire education within one facility, escalator schools they were called.
However Ryoga lost his train of thought as they came upon some sort of festival. Festivals were common enough in Japan, but he was unaware America ha anything similar. Ryoga stared at the various stalls and set up for a moment, ignoring Shelby briefly until he realize he was still with her. He turned and spoke. "Hmm? Oh do I enjoy watching theater? It's not something I've had much experience with, as I can't enter most facilities outside of my compound, but I imagine I would enjoy such a show."
At times Ryoga played the role of a benevolent deity, or at least a creature that had some semblance of wisdom. Though not that old, Ryoga did have some rather traditional or positive values when it came to things like family, or social support, namely a mixture of his delusional ego and Japanese customs. The boy said thanks, which was an obvious response to being given anything from a God, even just sage advice, but proper manners did always improve the dragon's mood.
"You are welcome little mortal, if I stay here long enough I shall expect great things from you." First you comforted someone, and then gave them a goal, a great way to motivate and encourage another person, something Ryoga understood quite well. His Father could motivate and lead anyone, his charismatic words and belief in the usefulness of others was quite excellent for a religious leader, and especially for a criminal one.
Ryoga turned and clambered back up his shrine a bit, taking a spot where he could stare off at the city as the sun continued to warm his visage. "What will you do with your power Alex? Now that you have this place at your back, and an education to further your ability?" He was curious what a mutant would aspire too in the future. Men always had a dream or goal, and many failed to meet them, but mutants were well above normal men. Would he aspire to something mundane like most men?
Ryoga was growing tired of bantering with the crude giant, and the various futile but frustrating attacks by what thugs still remained was taking up what other patience he had as well. He'd have to put them in their place and be on his way, if he could figure out a way to deal with the giant and his lust for combat. "I don't presume to understand the thoughts of crude mortals, but I'm sure you thought it quite ingenious." He taunted as his eyes remained glued to the ever growing mutant.
How much larger would he get? At this point Ryoga was already the smaller creature, and for a God to be smaller than any other being was frustrating enough, but the strength something of that size would have wasn't reasonably concerning. The giant threw another insult his way and charged again, the man was nothing if not persistent. The dragon sneered. "I dislike disruptions of the peace, but you shouldn't presume to understand what I am capable of!" The dragon opened his wings and created a showy presence as Bacchus neared, before turning to one side and using one of his wings to forcibly propel himself to the side of the giant's charge, avoiding capture and hopefully placing himself in a position to counter attack.
If Ryoga could not bite through the man's massive muscles, he'd find a softer target, the dragon lashing out with his fangs as he tried to take a good hold of Bacchus' sides. Any warrior knew to find a weak spot, and the reptilian predator was no exception. He wasn't some prince that knew nothing of combat.
Her doe-eyed response made the dragon chuckle just a bit. It seemed his existence continued to strain the girl's mind, in an endearing way though. If he could show her the splender he came from surely she would break. A mansion like some mountain side temple, built to house a creature many times larger than a man, complete with a massive bed and customized tubs designed not to bath a person, but to house tea for a creature the size of a trailer.
Though it looked like a shrine, and Ryoga treated it as such, the reality was much darker, as the place served as the base for an up and coming branch of yakuza style mobsters, criminals whose firm belief in a living God made them quite ambitious and driven, all of it controlled by one man with an ego to match his divinely delusional son. However Ryoga's thoughts were not on what could be, but that of his home, the land of the rising sun."Japan is a beautiful place, with majestic mountains and lush plains the people use for farming. The cities are quite compact and over populated, but the country side is breath taking little mortal."
Shelby thought aloud how she'd like to travel out of the country as well, reminding Ryoga that he himself was traveling abroad at the moment, odd how while he was here, a native wanted to go to his home. He smiled internally a bit though, loving any attention given to him or his homeland alike. "You would fall in love you know." He said smugly, his words not referring to himself, but to Japan. "The appeal of Japan lies in it's simplistic but deep beauty. Perhaps one day I shall steal you away for my homeland." The dragon said with a laugh before his head rose up again and he continued to walk along.
Ryoga knew little to nothing about the science or patterns found in mutants, after all they were mortal just the same as humans, and so mostly beneath his interest. Save for when their power was entertaining or fantastic as Alex's was. "Mutant powers certainly seem hard to explain, and there seems to be few patterns between the lot of you, I'm sure scientists somewhere take great pleasure in researching your kin." The dragon mused, his body starting to feel heavy as he'd stood in one spot for too long.
The dragon stood tall for a moment, stretching his body out as he took a breath, his muscles waking up again as the God commanded them to move. Alex called the God's time here a secret vacation, and Ryoga agreed with the thought, a fitting term for this trip his Mother had planned. "You could say that, perhaps relaxation was one of Mother's goals." The dragon continued to think on things aloud, his attention wavering as it did sometimes, his ego so large it sometimes blotted out the world around him when he felt like focusing on himself.
He wasn't so far gone as to ignore the question he'd asked though, and it seemed the words hit a sour spot for Alex. The dragon eyed him as he explained his situation here, and a lack of family. How disappointing, family was important, the lessons learned from your parents shaped your being, and what you did with your life shaped whether your lineage was seen as honorable, or beneath notice. But that did not mean Alex was not without honor or potential. "There is no shame in accepting kindness Alex. If this place must replace family, then you can take that kindness and do great things with it." The dragon said with sincerity.
If Alex lacked the support or structure of a family, then it was on him to take what was provided and make something of himself, if he could not do that, than he was never worth the attention to begin with. Thus was the nature of talent and fate. The dragon's eyes shone with the sunlight as he finished his stretch, once more striking a pose that might make nearly anyone forget this creature was in fact not mythical.
Having moved Alex's focus away from the question of flight, Ryoga felt more comfortable thinking about the little homage to his greatness with pure appreciation. He was surprised to learn the boy could keep this creatures around so long as he paid attention to them, an impressive ability. Mutants continued to surprise the dragon with their various and unique abilities. The randomness of their powers was quite staggering, but still couldn't reach the level of his own nature as a god.
"What a useful power, to craft your own servants for whenever you're awake. Though my own servants continue to serve even while I slumber." Ryoga didn't sleep much for the purpose of resting, but rather because his nature as an arrogant megalomaniac left him plenty of time to laze around when he wasn't busy lording over everything within eye shot. How Ryoga missed his servants some days here in this country, the lack of dexterous hands and appeasing attitudes made him rather frustrated at times. "Do you have to verbally command your creations?" He was curious whether Alex had some sort of mental connection with these constructs.
Alex mentioned sending a video back to Japan to show off his creation to Ryoga's servants or family, to which the dragon replied coldly. "Unfortunately that would be impossible. Sending a message to Father would cause far more issues than I willing to deal with at the moment. My presence here...is something of a vacation from my home. However, perhaps I shall find someone to record your creation so that I might enjoy it when I return home. A fine idea." The dragon thought aloud, revealing that his presence had more complications to it beyond the whole being a giant talking dragon thing. However for a creature to see itself as a God to be loathe to do something, it must be truly frustrating or appalling.
Ryoga realized something as he was speaking with Alex, all of these mutants lived at this school, but he was certain none of their parents did. It was some type of boarding school as far as Ryoga could tell, similar facilities existed in Japan, but he wondered who funded this place. It was certainly not run by the state, so this must be some sort of private enterprise? "A question for you Alex, if you do not mind. Does your family pay for you to study here? This facility seems to possess ample resources, considering the nature of it's residents. I wonder if the tuition for a mutant school is high." The dragon mused.
The dragon lifted his head high once more, towering over Alex and casting him once more beneath his shadow. "Do not feel too discouraged, your creation is still impressive. It has brought you honor, not shame mutant." The dragon offered words of praise, a rarity for those not serving within his cult back in Japan, and considering the God basically had no friends, getting praise was quite an honor.
The dragon lifted one of his wings from the ground, extending the oddly long limb so that he could touch one of his few claws to the little creation, with a gentle touch meeting imitation to it's target. "You impressed me with your attention to detail, after all an imitation can never be as perfect as the original." Ryoga believed heavily in the natural superiority of some over others, and this meant that anything that copied another or tried to imitate would never be as good or strong in his eyes, just as he felt about a certain woman's boney replica of his form.
The thought made him a tad irritated, but he let it go and focused on Alex. "How long will your creation live Alex?" The dragon was curious how long something living but non-living could continue to move, after all normal creatures and mortals required food and sleep to function, and though it was an impressive simulacrum, a mutants power surely couldn't create something immortal could it? "Disappointing that I can't show your work to those who live within my home in Hiroshima, they would enjoy your work of me." The dragon pet the small creation for a moment before retracting his long wing and again putting his weight upon it.
The little dragon roared, and Ryoga laughed loudly, finding the little simulacrum quite endearing. It immitated his form and function, but in a way that he felt honored his own magnificence. The mutant explained his power, and how the creature was torn between being alive and being mechanical. So it was like an extension of the mutant himself, an avatar of sorts. The boy's power was certainly on the border of magical or divine, as many Gods throughout history worked through animal extensions of themselves.
Ryoga puffed up a bit. "I need not eat either, yet another feature this miniature shares with it's inspiration." Though that statement wasn't correct, as Ryoga did eat, but in a way completely unlike any other animal living today. The little dragon flapped, but found no flight with it's wings, just as Ryoga couldn't with his. A secret shame he tended to keep to himself, especially here in America among strangers.
The dragon's eyes narrowed as Alex stepped into territory best left untread. "Do you imply that my form is flawed?" The dragon growled, his friendly tone quickly replaced with the more domineering one he showed when angry or annoyed. His head dropped down a bit, matching Alex's height but the size of his eyes made Alex seem small at best. Ryoga however couldn't simply change his attitude towards Alex this fast, the boy had constructed the creature dutifully.
A puff of air escaped Ryoga's nose as he calmed down a bit. "Flight...is difficult, perhaps the little dragon's size inhibits the flight more than predicted." He tried to word his statement to avoid mentioning that flight was actually beyond him as well, his wings not quite large enough yet to support his mass, though gliding was something he could accomplish with enough height or speed to build momentum.
It was rare that Ryoga ate actual food, but he had enjoyed the little morsel given to him. He wouldn't actively seek such a thing, but to refuse the offer would have been disrespectful, and the dragon was loathe to dishonor himself in any such manner. His head rose again, watching as the girl before him blushed red, and fidget with embarassement. The dragon chuckled softly, a rumbly sound deep in his gut.
Women were far more enjoyable when they knew how to respect and behave, rather than the average mutant women he'd dealt with so far. Arrogant women were frustrating, but the dragon hated nothing more than disrespect towards others, which too many of these mutants were prone too. The girl seemed surprised though at something, coughing up her food and struggling to catch her breath.
"Are you alright?" He asked, unaware that his words had been the cause of her sudden stutter. She recoverd quickly enough though to put focus on a specific word he'd mentioned.
"But of course, would I live in anything less than a mansion? My home is the base of my worshippers in Japan, many live there and served me before I came here." His home had lost some of it's luster here, considering the mutant Mansion he currently called home couldn't really accommodate his size within, but the shrine built for him was functional enough. And living within a shrine sort of worked for Ryoga, it felt fitting to be a living God sitting atop his own shrine of worship, and the natural beauty of a Japanese structure brought some beauty to the western home.
The mutant promised his best, and the God expected nothing less. To make a sculpture of anyone was both an honor, but a responsibility, as a poor mockery would serve as nothing but a direct insult to the inspiration. To insult a God would be in no one's interest, save that nasty bone woman he'd rather forget, but it would seem this mutant had more than enough talent to please the Dragon.
Ryoga's eyes widened as he watched the boy's power at work, the various pieces of natural debris he'd gathered morphing into something wondrous. It might be quite unlikely that Alex could correctly guess Ryoga's internal anatomy, but genetically he did still possess some human features, coupled with other features which fit the general knowledge of reptile anatomy, meaning that Alex's guess work was enough to construct a functional and magnificent mini-God.
"Sugoi!" The dragon slipped into Japanese for a moment, before correcting his language and praising Alex with proper speech. "Magnificent! Your work is exceptional mutant!" The dragon lowered his head to within a foot of the little creature, his large brilliant eye glued to the micro version of himself, watching it's every gesture. While it was certainly an impressive piece to anyone, to see himself sculpted at a fraction of his large size was greatly amusing to the dragon.
"To see a living creature constructed from mere debris, how interesting. Is it alive? Or merely an imitation?" The dragon questioned, his attention captivated, but not with Alex himself, his gaze focused on the little Orochi before him.
Ryoga was perhaps the most conspicuous mutant on the planet currently, and this line of events was only making him into more of a spectacle, every eye in the area on him as the girl timidly tried to feed a mythical creature her street fair food. He'd have laughed if not for Shelby being right in front of him, and the one who didn't enjoy this spotlight he'd forced upon her. However she was doing well in his opinion, quickly ripping a piece of food off to feed him.
Ryoga's jaws were quite large, to the point that you could easily fit your entire head between them, or even your entire torso if you for some terrible reason wanted to. The dragon leaned his head down within her reach, and then opened his maw, revealing the inner workings of his mouth to Shelby. His teeth were like kitchen knives, and his tongue probably looked like a giant flat worm, but while you might expect him to have terrible breath, Ryoga instead had little scent to him. He ate almost nothing, which meant there were little to no bacteria to give him a dragon case of halitosis, his tongue slid past his fangs to where the girl could place the ear piece on it.
Having acquired his snack, the dragon pulled his tongue back and pulled his head back in an awkward movement, gulping down the morsel as it was both too small, and not nearly tough enough to require any sort of chewing or tearing. The first thing he noticed was the sweetness of powdered sugar, and the enjoyable kick of cinnamon. The texture itself was also interested, a rather puffy and fluffy food item that would easily be enjoyed by children or women. The dragon showed an irregular behavior as he finished the moment by licking his tongue around his mouth, clearing any flavor left from his mouth down into his stomach, before speaking.
"Oishii!" The God exclaimed in his native tongue before slipping back into English. "A sweet food but the contrast of cinnamon is enjoyable. Mother would surely love these. Thank you for sharing Miss Shelby." He said, bowing his head to the human girl once in appreciation before resuming his high stance and staring about at the various people looking at him. A little boy continued to essentially foam at the mouth from watching a real life dragon interact with a girl, and the dragon turned back to Shelby. "You may not enjoy their attention, but you did well considering the pressure. You would serve as an excellent attendant at the compound if you wished it." He said off handedly, imagining the girl as one of his servants, an enjoyable thought for Ryoga.
He had no foreign servants or believers within his compound, and Shelby just so happened to have the manners and the respect to earn the dragon's benevolence.
Ryoga smiled internally, pleased at Shelby's swift and excellent response. Even if the girl was merely sycophant or scared, to be seen as powerful was all his ego ever craved. "As you should little mortal." He said politely, his tone probably at it's friendliest when he was shown respect. She talked of her own opinion on the topic, bringing up how insecure mortals were, desperate to achieve things beyond their grasp, and though it might be futile for most, it was this ambition that had allowed man to evolve into the dominant ruler of the planet. Ryoga could respect that, even if he believed most humans were nothing more than sheep for the strong to make use of.
"A desperate need to hide when one is merely a commoner, once you acknowledge someone as above you, they'll never stop making use of you. As for the opposite sex, the lack of confidence in my own country is apparent. But I'm above finding a wife ultimately." He snorted as they continued, Shelby's enthusiasm for her treat clearly making her impatient.
It was odd that she might think Ryoga cared little for social status, after all he was a God, top of the ladder when it came to status. But perhaps it was more his confidence and presence she was respecting, rather than some assumed ideology.
She attempted to tempt him into trying some of her fried treasure, holding the pastry out as if to show him how great it was. His eyebrow raised a bit, and the dragon was sure if it wasn't for his divine status, or more likely his unique metabolism and very reduced stomach such an item would surely make him hungry.
"I care little for flavor aside from tea, but if tasting the ear will appease you, I shall do so." Ryoga however couldn't just pick a piece off with his hand, or even take a bit, considering the size of his jaw and the lack of fingers, instead she'd have to feed it to him, or at least tear off a piece and pop it into his massive maw. "If you please, place some of your elephant ear into my mouth. Or perhaps it would be simpler to place it on my tongue, it has been some time since I last ate anything." He mused as he thought about the taste of her pachyderm pastry.
Ryoga was an odd mixture of features that didn't quite belong together, all merged into one truly magnificent animal. A man carved of granite and forged by fire into the ultimate beast, an actual factual dragon. His skin was thick and leathery, like the hide of an elephant, and atop it was a layer of scales like the skin of a massive crocodilian, armor impervious to all but the more powerful weapons of the modern age. The form of the legs and skeletal structure was quite avian though, like the dinosaurs from the time before man, Ryoga was built for power.
Thought flight was currently beyond him, he could easily out manuver any normal man save indoors. Alex brought up the word dinosaur, a term Ryoga was not unfamiliar with, ancient powerful creatures which ruled the Earth before mankind did, destroyed by the power of fire if Ryoga remembered correctly, a meteor strike which clouded the world in ash and wiped them from history. A scene which sort of fit that which had born Ryoga's genes long ago, the human genome warped forever and burned by atomic fire. The boy began to go off on a tangent once more, so Ryoga took the moment to take back control of the conversation.
"Yes, I know this word. Dinosaur, massive animals which once ruled the world. A fitting comparison, as if I was old royalty born anew." The dragon was smiling internally, loving whenever he was compared to something he thought was majestic or powerful. Ryoga waited as the mutant paced beneath and around him, the dragon feeding on his admiration, each second he looked at Ryoga was worth all the effort of being dramatic, the stares of impressed or fearful mortals were like a drug to the Japanese serpent.
His eyebrow raised a bit as Alex said he'd seen enough, as if there was ever enough time to truly enjoy Ryoga's form. The mutant intended to leave and fetch more raw material with which to scuplt, but Ryoga had one more little move to show off before the boy left his gaze. The dragon took a breath, and braced his feet into the Earth before flapping his massive wings. The gust was more than enough push an unsuspecting person down, but here it had been to simply show off how strong Ryoga was.
As Alex collected the various dead or decayed pieces of nature he could find, Ryoga found himself amused at how the boy's power must work. So he used dead material to sculpt living things, how poetic. Nature always made use of it's resources, and even if you were weak, nature would make use of you in death, feeding the strong. Ryoga enjoyed the thought as Alex finished his little pile.
"Be sure that you sculpt well little mutant, A mockery would displease me." The dragon warned.
