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 an odd situation, one where most other mortals would be trembling from fear or awe, the full might of a mythical creature staring down at them. But this boy, Alex couldn't seem to do anything but look at Ryoga with eyes of interest, like an artist burning from their muse. The idea of an idol enticed Ryoga's superiority complex, and he began to grow more interested in the mutant before him. The mutant explained his ability, describing how he had to know the subject before he could construct, which made perfect sense.
How could an artist create what it did not know? If the boy needed to know the Dragon God, Ryoga would allow it for the sake of seeing his own likeness crafted before him. However as the boy described body parts he had to know, Ryoga grew a bit confused, his English was good, but not perfect, and he was growing lost. Nerve chordo? The dragon snorted a bit. "Enough mortal, I understand that you must know your subject. You must examine my form if you intend to craft it yes?" The dragon asked, moving the conversation along with his domineering tone.
His serpentine form which had sat comfortably atop his Shrine rose up, as he crawled down onto the soft Earth below, the weight of his form quickly digging into the dirt as he shifted off his home. Ryoga was quite large, especially when compared to the average person, but generally he kept his head hovering about six foot off the ground, in an attempt to maintain a reasonable height for people to stare up at. Closer to the Earth it would be easier for him to watch Alex, but it also showed just how much larger he was than the boy. His wings folded up he still looked the part of a dinosaur more than a dragon, but he would change that in a moment.
"If it is the form of a God you need to understand, then behold Orochi!" He roared as he lifted himself up, putting his entire weight onto his back legs as he extended his wings outward, the hide between each bone not dark enough to blot out the sun, but casting a dark shadow around Alex, as if the mutant had been swallowed up by the beast. Though Ryoga wasn't truly capable of flight, his wings looked as if they could carry him wherever he chose.
Teeth pierced flesh, but not as easily as Ryoga had been expecting, the giant continued to grow further, and his musculature was becoming quite thick, even for the dragon to damage. However he happened to be biting into a thicker spot as well, meaning he might just need to focus on softer more vulnerable areas of the human form. His bite was quickly broken as Bacchus brought a fist into Ryoga's chest, the blow forcing the dragon to cough and release his grip from his foe. Ryoga snarled, but a secondary hit to his head quickly shut him up, though the blow was merely jarring rather than damaging, as the thugs began to open fire once more upon the giant mutant.
The giant taunted Ryoga, comparing him to a mere crocodilian, if Bacchus underestimated Ryoga he might just find himself going home with some serious scars today. Ryoga's eyes took the moment to glare at the thug who'd shot at them both, memorizing the foolish mortal who would attack a God. Bacchus pushed Ryoga back, and the dragon rolled with it, freeing himself from the grapple as well, as there were other concerns to focus on for the time at hand. He snarled as Bacchus grouped him with common criminals.
"You insult me mutant, to think I would ever serve the means of common criminals. I have no mercy for honorless men!" He spat back, remnants of the giant's blood spraying from his mouth. "Your dispute disturbs the peace, and it's clearly you they're after." He said snidely, assuming if he freed himself from Bacchus, the annoyance of gunfire would cease to bounce off his hide..
Ryoga was unlike any other creature which currently lived on the Earth. His musculature and form were more akin to a theropod dinosaur than any other reptile. The only human/mammal feature he retained was a swathe of hair which erupted from the back of his head and neck like a mane of obsidian fire. His wings weren't fully developed though, and still functioned simply as oddly proportioned legs when he walked, a feature which nearly everyone was unaware of. Ryoga was currently incapable of flight, but his bones were light enough that he could jump and glide quite well. His teeth were large and sharp like a predators, but actually quite ornamental considering his diet of radiation.
The boy chuckled a bit, and Ryoga wondered just what specific thing he'd said that was funny, as the God intended no humor at all. "I am more than just something mortal." The dragon commented snidely as Alex began to butter him up for something he could tell, as he spoke of an idol. The dragon had no eyebrows to raise, but the curiousity in his eyes could still be read easily enough. His glare never left Alex's hand as the mutant began to sculpt a living statue from just a handfull of dirt, an ability interesting enough to garner a response from Ryoga.
"Omoshiroi...This is your power as a mutant?" The dragon questioned as he leaned his head forward a bit to stare at the butterfly held in Alex's grasp. Ryoga had a soft spot for natural beauty, and the butterfly was certainly appealing. "Can you build anything you wish?" He asked with interest.
The ability to experience and enjoy a different world was enjoyable, even for a God. While Ryoga couldn't be more smug about his form, the body of a dragon did have some limits, and so he had grown very fond of reading to pass the time. The girl perhaps seemed mildly disappointed for a moment, or at least he thought so as he talked of the day light. It was unusual for a girl to prefer the night, but Ryoga's love of the Sun was more complex than the preferences of a normal being. His method of aquiring nutrition was perhaps as unique as Victoria's, though he didn't fully understand that.
She was Estonian? The dragon faded out for a moment, his eyes going a bit glassy as he searched his thoughts for information about the country. Ryoga was intelligent, probably above average thanks to all his reading, but his mind sometimes took so long to figure out his thoughts that he came off as slow or cold. The girl continued to explain her own habit of slipping in Estonian as he did with Japanese, and the dragon finally found the bit of information he was looking for. "Estonia is eastern Europe I believe?" He said questioning a bit, his geographical knowledge certainly wasn't perfect, but he believed it was a country right on the border of Russia.
She asked about his own language, which he proudly responded to. "I am born of Japan, and while I learned English from a young age, my first words were Japanese." Ryoga's unique vocal chords made his accent rather unique, but to those who'd spoken with a Japanese native before, you could pick out the faint echoes of his accent. Perhaps it was the odd focus on certain syllables, or the different pronunciation of the R sounds, but Ryoga was certainly a Japanese native. Ryoga was actually interested in learning more languages, but his stay here in America had been distracting him from reading or education.
The little girl blushed and fidgeted a bit, her reaction reminding him of how a Japanese girl might react to an abundance of attention, it was enjoyable for the Dragon. Her relationship with her parents must be far more normal than his own, after all a God didn't have the same connections as a mortal or mutant would. "My Mother is very affectionate, but knows I am more than a mere child. Father understands his role better however, and is more concerned with establishing my Divinity in Japan. He's still in Hiroshima, running the compound while I'm away..." The dragon paused for a moment, remembering that his Father didn't know about this little trip, and how his mother had smuggled him away from Japan.
Ryoga realized at some point a conflict would come of this, as his Father was quite zealous in establishing a power base for Ryoga, and essentially the Don of a branch of Yakuza whose favorite treasure had been stolen. "He will be upset to know I left Japan." The dragon said, staring upwards into the sky as he thought.
First impressions were generally important, but especially so to Ryoga. He tended to cement his opinion of mortals based solely on their first response to his presence. This mortal had the gall to personally touch Ryoga without permission, however his explanation wasn't without logic. Presented with a one time chance to touch a God, he'd taken that chance rather than avoid it. Rude...but respectful, Ryoga could accept such an explanation. And of course any apologize was honor bound to be accepted, as Ryoga was a truly benevolent creature.
"Your apology is lacking...but I understand your motive." The dragon explained, a large breath of air puffing out his nose as he continued to speak. Of course the man had never seen a dragon, Ryoga was the ONLY one. "Orochi is the only dragon. Remember this moment mortal." The dragon spoke with a staggering presence, his voice nearly strong enough to knock your to your knees, and yet his voice was not that of a monster. "There is no book written about me, at least not yet." This mortal seemed awfully curious about his physical aspects rather than his personality, how odd.
Turning his body fully around, Ryoga was now sitting atop his shrine rather than being coiled up like a snake. His profile was quite power, the sun shining down from behind him and casting a shadow large enough to swallow Alex beneath him. This boy seemed to be filled with endless questions, and though Ryoga didn't care to answer them, proper etiquette insisted that he did just that. "I have never attempted to lift a pachyderm, but I'm certain that I could." He answered the first unusual question, before thinking about his physical appearance. He'd never thought about the spines that grew from his body, they simply did so, much as a human's nails grew. "My body is both magnificent and powerful, far more so than any man."
Finally the boy introduced himself, and Ryoga had realized he'd failed to properly give his own name as well, how rude of him considering he'd just called the mortal on his own mistake. He bowed his head lower as he gave his name. " Yoroshiku Alex, I am Orochi. And I am a God." He said with a proud boom to his voice.
The weight of Ryoga's tail hit the man like a ton of bricks, sending him sprawling into a vehicle and ruining the car. Such a blow would have snapped any normal man in two, but the giant had already gotten up? Ryoga's eyes widened a bit as he thought about such a feat. Impressive, but considering the size of this mutant his physical strength must be tremendous. Ryoga wondered what a man could do with such power if he had the mind too.
The thugs continued to fire upon the giant, their weapons remaining totally useless, but making the dragon certain that none of these men were reputable. "Cowards and criminals, I will see you all beaten." The dragon mumbled in disgust as the men continued their violence, though it seemed the giant had finally had enough of their barrage of stones as he demolished the car and then used it to demolish the gunmen.
Ryoga actually tensed up in response to Bacchus battle cry, the weight of the voice enough to even make a God pay attention. "Rethink your choice giant." He spit at Bacchus, but the giant wasn't here to talk with Ryoga, as he charged down the street to meet the dragon once more. Ryoga had considered simply slapping the giant once more with his tail, but such a move required time to spin, and having the giant in his face meant he had no time for pretty moves. The giant wanted to brawl, and nothing brawled quite as well as 1100 pounds of atomic fury.
Ryoga growled as Bacchus smashed into him and pushed him back into a car. "You dare!" He hissed pass his fangs, as his claws dug into the asphalt beneath them, tearing great cuts into the stone as the car gave way to their combined weight. Ryoga grunted, but responded in kind by striking forward in an attempt to bury his fangs into Bacchus shoulder meat. At this point, the few remaining thugs might take the hint and flee from the two titans fighting, but it was yet another moment for them to waste bullets on the two bullet proof mutants if they hadn't learned their lessons yet.
Ryoga began nearly every day the same, as the Sun rose he stirred, moving himself into a position best to bath in it's warmth as it came over the horizon and began to dominate the sky. The light washed over the dragon with limitless energy as his cells began to metabolize the solar rays and power his massive bulk. Like no creature on Earth, Ryoga was the sole predator of the Sun itself.
Sitting atop his cavern home, he looked more like a statue than an animal, his grayed scales giving him a rocky color vs the bright green of the plants around him. His eyes were closed, his mind deep into it's usual contemplation as he allowed his body to warm up to temperature, his awareness at it's most lax during this time. This state of meditation is what allowed the mutant to approach him without recognition, the dragon not caring enough to acknowledge Alex as he came within Ryoga's domain.
The boy inched closer, his curiosity bringing him within arms length of a living legend. Ryoga flared his nostrils as he picked up on the scent of a mortal, but it didn't bring him from his daze, as the creature's only movements remained his breathing. Ryoga's skin though was thick, nearly equal to an elephant's hide but even sturdier thanks to a network of scales that acted as armor, which made feeling something as light as a tap upon his most distant appendage basically impossible.
However he did recognize that someone was near enough to his little shrine that he should greet them. The beast stirred slowly, large amber eyes opening and looking around for who might be near. And then he turned to see the boy near his tail, the mortal had touched him? How rude! To invade one's personal space was especially uncomfortable for the Japanese. He moved slowly, his body like a serpent as he curved around to stare at Alex, his eyes burning holes through the boy. A minute or so passed of him staring down at the mutant, but when Ryoga glared it was as if time stopped and waited for his gaze to pass. Finally he spoke, his voice deep and primal, but laced with the faint hints of an accent very unlike that of an American.
"Is it not considered rude here to touch another without permission mortal?"
The girl described how she viewed the idea of godhood, to which Ryoga listened with the utmost of attention. Her thoughts weren't far from his own, on the inborn desinty or ambition of a being that obtained godhood, and Ryoga would be no different. "Than a creature born of war, raised in adoration and led by determination. A myth made flesh that can devour even humanity's greatest weapon. Would you call Orochi a God?" Of course she would, but this was a moment to really lay it on thick, to bask in his own words, might as well take it and explain to the girl just how unique he truly was.
By the end of his time here, Ryoga was sure this girl would be one of the many foreigners to learn respect for a Japanese God. Moving on though, perhaps Ryoga's thoughts on modesty were incorrect given the cultural differences. It wasn't that he believed you should be humble, because clearly a God shouldn't, but he felt like so much of America was...falsified. As if nothing was good enough as it was, it had to be altered to someone else's conditions. If something was born medicre, it did no good to slather it with glitter and gold. Even the most artificial of beauty would fail in comparison to natural allure.
"My Japanese heritage simply seems incompatible with this way of doing things. Why not simply enjoy one's natural beauty? The truly beautiful were born that way, just as I was born this way. I was meant to be seen, I need not beg for it!" Perhaps that was his real thought on this, the idea that one needed help to get attention, had to beg for it through effort. Ryoga believed in the natural affinity for power and pride. One didn't need extras to show off if they were already great.
Her description certainly fit how he viewed most Americans. All in a rush to be what someone else wanted, and then feel entitled once they'd met the standard put forth for them. Ryoga met no standard, he broke it.
So not the actual ear of an animal, but a sweet food? That made much more sense considering his company, women often loved sweet things, especially in Japan. Crepes were quite the rage as street food. "That certainly sounds like a food item for a woman. Mother also enjoys her sweets, especially crepes." Ryoga sat on his back legs to give Shelby time to fetch her sweet treat, his form clearly dwarfing everything around them and creating an easy opening for the girl to purchase food. After all, who else would be buying snacks when a thousand pounds of dragon was just sitting on the sidewalk?
Art was another worthwhile past time, the creation of beauty was an excellent gift to possess, one which Ryoga would never know. At least not within the human spectrum of tastes, his claws were not very nimble or precise. The dragon chuckled a bit at her response, as she explained in this world that such a feat could be natural considering the nature of mutation. "Perhaps you could, but such a feat is still certainly fantastic compared to the average person." She moved on to some theory about energy, which caught Ryoga's attention. He knew he didn't eat, and he wasn't quite sure how it worked, but he could absorb energy himself, an aspect of his dragonic nature. "So if all things are made of energy, would a creature which eats energy be considered a God?" He asked idly, giving away his interest but not his own special ability.
The girl seemed a bit bothered by her rambling words, cutting short the conversation they'd been having and moving onto another topic. Her company was enjoyable enough, but Ryoga noted her lack of confidence. But that was to be expected, she was merely a human woman. "A follower rather than a leader? Many would avoid such a description of themselves, or perhaps you're perception is out of the norm for your society." The ideal of beauty easily changed between cultures, especially if you compared say America to Japan, with one country in love with excess and the other with respect for modesty.
Ah, speak of the devil it seemed Shelby had come onto a similar thought as she pointed out two typical American's and their apperance. He sneered a bit, as the ideal beauty of America didn't fit with Ryoga's taste, he preferred to be the center of attention, never to compete for it. "The Japanese prefer to respect a sense of modesty. Must everything here be excessive?" He asked her, a possibly offensive question if one took pride in their country's standards.
So the girl simply detested the effort required to play the game of American fashion? A fair enough feeling, Ryoga couldn't imagine having to constantly try and match some variable standard of perfection. After all, he was a dragon, his magnificence was eternal. "A loss for your people should you miss the age to marry, I on the other hand, need not fit any mold. I am one of a kind." He said with pride. "I enjoy the attention, but have no need to seek it."
The girl brought up her own mother, pointing out how a mother tended to just enjoy doting upon or raising her child, even once he'd well passed into the age of adulthood. Mother certainly enjoyed teaching lessons, but she wasn't the affectionate kind of mother who would try and spoil him, such a sight would truly be humorous. He was going to respond but the girl suddenly grew distracted and said something about the smell of a pachyderm's ear. The dragon watched as she looked about for the source of the smell. Ryoga smelled food, but it didn't smell like any meat he'd know. "American's really have no restraint, you would eat the ear of an elephant? It can't be more than a giant piece of leather!" He said aloud, not realizing that his image of the food, and the reality were quite different.
Sometimes the language barrier proved truly entertaining.
The dragon's eyebrow raised a bit, a woman who didn't detest a worm? How odd, generally women despised vermin of all sorts. "The worm is a poor imitation of the serpent, and the serpent is a poor imitation of Me" He said, his words stern and arrogant, considering Ryoga disliked things he considered ugly, even in nature. Ugly things worked behind the scenes, and that's how it should be. He was however, a book wyrm himself. "Much of my time has been spent between the pages of a book. It is perhaps the only hobby I have." He mused.
She tried to seperate the terms magical and natural as if they couldn't over lap. "The works of nature could often be compared to magic, or is it natural when a man shoots fire from his hands?" Ryoga often wondered about the physical aspects of mutants, how exactly did they accomplish the things they did without some sort of magic? Ryoga at least understood where his power came from, and it might as well be the most powerful of magics. As she described the scene of cherry blossoms in the wind, the dragon felt a rush of warmth from his core. The idea of something that reminded him of his home brought him great joy, and as if to match it his cells flushed with energy. "A wind scattered with the blossoms of sakura, the ashes of the old making way for the new. Such a sight never fails to bring me joy." He mumbled on a bit, his mind lost in the conversation as he began to ignore the various bits of attention still being heaped upon him by the various onlookers.
Ryoga adored camera's, a picture of him meant that person would look upon him again and again, almost like a prayer. "I welcome the attention. I was born to be seen." He said proudly, showing that the dragon was 100% in love with himself if Shelby hadn't realized that just yet. "The nature of beauty and power is to be adored. I'm surprised as a woman you don't enjoy some attention. Beauty is more important to your gender than the men." Perhaps the girl simply didn't care about appearances, though she was certainly appealing enough. At least for a mortal he thought.
Perhaps it was a lesson for Ryoga to learn about ruling, but Mother wasn't always so keen on the idea of Ryoga ruling more than his own compound. Father believed in the right to rule, Mother seemed more convinced that Ryoga would be a force rather than a sovereign. "Mother is cryptic at times, and her whims are often difficult to follow. However I believe she sees me as a son rather than a king. She sees the best in people, and I assume she wants me to see it as well." Ryoga didn't care much about the feelings of normal men, and even the mutants were still beneath him. But he did know that living here, in this world meant that he had to interact with them.
There was something to be learned here, from these mutants and humans, he just hadn't quite understood the lesson yet.
To Ryoga, the term book worm as a good thing, considering that back at his home in Japan, he had a room with so many books you could build a chair large enough to seat the mighty God atop. "I have never understood why such an ugly creature is associated with a love of literature. To gather knowledge is an excellent use of one's time." The dragon said, showing his own love of books in response to her admission. Ryoga had been no where in the states save for this city and state, so he couldn't offer any insight or opinion on her words, but he could believe them.
"You must attend one when given the chance, the flowers of the cherry tree are especially beautiful." He said, taking every chance to praise a culture from his homeland to a foreigner. Ryoga didn't know too much about tulips, and so he couldn't think of what would happen at a festival for them, save enjoying the beauty. "I imagine it was quite breathtaking." He mused aloud as they continued to wade deeper into the city and the sea of onlookers hooked upon Ryoga's form.
A few flashes went off, and on que as someone took a picture Ryoga managed to show the best side of his face, a natural affinity for photography he'd picked up from loving the attention. However it seemed Shelby didn't enjoy being absorbed into Ryoga's aura of fame. "You dislike the attention Miss Shelby?" He murmured to between moments of admiration from various onlookers and their camera phones.
It seemed she had more concerns over getting to know Ryoga better, or at least to be polite enough to ask. "My Mother asked me to come. She wished me to get away from my relaxed home in Hiroshima and to learn something from this place." The dragon sneered a bit, still unsure of what his Mother expected him to learn from people so far removed from civility. Then he remembered some words another friend had given him, and he dropped his frustration. "She wanted me to see a different world than the one I had grown accustomed too." He said, though it had a bit of a questioning tone, as if he wasn't exactly sure if that was true.
Ryoga didn't really care about the "fun" aspect of reading, though it was enjoyable for him. His large size meant that many other activities weren't feasable for him, but reading allowed him to spend his time effectivly and avoid simply growing bored from sitting around. For Ryoga though, the ultimate reward from reading was increased knowledge, even works of fiction could teach you a lesson or fact, and the more a person knew, the more potential they hard. He might not hoard gold like the dragons of fiction, but he did hoard knowledge.
"Reading teaches and exercises the mind. A lesson my Mother taught me when I was a child." The idea of Ryoga as a child was probably hard to grasp, since he now looked like a fifteen foot long dinosaur. "I prefer the day myself little one, the warmth of the morning Sun especially." Ryoga was unaware that Victoria couldn't experience the sun, and so didn't expect that his words might come off poorly.
Ryoga preferred Japanese to English, but since he was in America, a country which spoke English predominately, he felt bound to speak their language while here, but it didn't hurt to pepper in a word or two here and there. He wondered what language the girl spoke, as her accent was truly lovely and clearly not American. Fitting that her Father would refer to her as a princess, she clearly fit the description. "And what language is your first one Ojou-san?" He was curious about her place of birth.
European and western dresses could be very pretty, but extravagant. Ryoga wondered if the girl could also look beautiful in something simpler, such as the dress of Japan, the kimono. "Your Mother must certainly be proud to have a child as pretty as you." Ryoga felt mildly awkward for a moment, realizing that he hadn't worn clothing in a long time, more than a decade in fact.
She mentioned another city that he might enjoy, though Ryoga honestly just wanted to return to Japan rather than see more of America. The scenery here just couldn't compare to the natural luster of the Japanese environment. Though he did enjoy natural scenery, so perhaps Seattle was a place to visit in the near future. "I shall remember Seattle as a place to visit." He agreed.
Stomping along the streets, Ryoga couldn't help but draw the attention of anyone within eye sight, a massive mythical creature and the normal girl beside him was entirely out of the ordinary. The attention was like a snack for Ryoga, the dragon smiling inwardly as everyone looked upon his form. Just like they should he thought. She confirmed that the farmer's market was some type of shop for various fresh produce, Ryoga praised himself for remembering something unfamiliar in English.
The girl drew the conversation back to Seattle, mentioning flowers. Ryoga too had a fondness for flowers, specifically the Cherry blossoms, the most beautiful of flowers in Japan. They scattered into the wind like snowflakes in the wind, creating lovely atmosphere as the air was filled with beauty, elegant enough to match even the Dragon God himself. "In Japan we often go to flower viewings as an event. To sit beneath the Sakura and watch the blossoms spread with the wind is truly magnificent. Do you often go flower viewing in Seattle?" He asked her, unaware that the girl was from that city herself, and was homesick for it much the way he was for Japan.
The girl seemed confused as he explained his lack of interest in food. It seemed her view of him was still far too mortal, he'd have to reconvince her of his divinity at some point, but for now she was reasonably respectful and her company enjoyable. She quickly suggested something more within Ryoga's range of activities. The dragon couldn't smile, but his voice could show an increase in interest as his pitch changed a bit.
"I do enjoy the park, the feel of nature is far more relaxing than that of the city around it." Ryoga was like a giant cat sometimes, his whims were fickle, and tended to always include finding some bright spot to rest in for awhile, possibly even take a nap. Though his love of nature and the Sun did have purpose, as his body needed large amounts of solar energy to keep him fed. The girl would however be disappointed if she tried to spring any sort of food on him at any point, as he would shoot her down once more, though he wasn't thinking of that as he began to walk into the street.
A farmers market? The dragon wasn't sure what she meant at first, the English unfamiliar to him until he realized that it was a type of meet up of farmers to peddle their goods. Not something he'd ever attend, but this was surely the time of shopping experience women loved, perhaps the girl was picking up food for her family or friends.
"A good way to purchase fresh vegetables and goods yes?" He asked, still slightly unsure that he knew exactly what the farmer's market was, after all in Japan he never interacted with shopping or anything of the sort, all the grunt work left to worshipers and servants.
The girl waved, an American gesture when greeting someone, not as elegant as the Asian bow, but Ryoga wouldn't complain. This wasn't his homeland after all, and Asian culture was rather foreign to most of the Americans it seemed. Her greeting was acceptable though, remembering to address Ryoga with a title, which made the dragon glad to see her once more. Looking down on her, his shadow clearly swallowed the girl, perhaps making her even more nervous as she began to make a request.
She fumbled a bit with her words, before finally asking him to head out into the city with her. Some sort of lunch date, how quaint. In Japan it was much more common for women to ask a man out, or to confess interest in him, so Ryoga wasn't uncomfortable with the action itself, though the dragon thought nothing of mortals in the way or romance or even friendship most of the time. He did however, respect that she had made a polite request of him, which meant he was required to respond.
"An outing into the city with you? That sounds agreeable to me Miss Shelby." He didn't mention the word date, the dragon sure she had meant this simply as the request of one friend to another, though he did need to correct her on one thing she had mentioned. Lowering his head down to her level a bit to help create a bit of balance in the conversation, he explained his unique status when it came to food. "However I will have to decline the offer of a meal. I do not keep any money with me, but perhaps more importantly, I do not eat at all little mortal. A God requires no sustenance." Perhaps it would sound like the usual arrogant drivel Ryoga spouted off to anyone who would listen, but in reality he didn't eat.
His unique physiology had cut the need to eat out of his lifestyle, instead converting the ambient radiation, mostly sunlight into energy for him instead. Though the dragon didn't quite realize that the light was being converted into energy, he did understand that he didn't need to eat, nor did he really ever feel hungry, at least since he'd been a very small child. "Otherwise it would be my pleasure to see the city with you. I don't get much time to go out."
