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.
Normally Ryoga didn't phrase his requests as questions, because as a God his will should simply be done no questions asked. But these mutants were arrogant brats, and often took any chance to pick a fight to make up for whatever trouble their condition brought them. Ryoga had only asked because he felt it would get the human help quicker than him having to dominate this little mutant girl with his presence. But of course she was mouthy and problematic. American women were already frustrating for him, but mutant ones even more so. It was a wonder any of these women ever got married and started a family with personalities like these.
However any show of disrespect infuriating Ryoga and he wouldn't let it slide. "I had hoped that your family had given you some semblance of manners before sending you here child, but it would seem my faith is misplaced." The dragon responded to the girl, his tone snide and aggressive. "Mutants complain about the various discrimination's the humans have brought against them time and again, but when one shows up to learn about your people you immediately discriminate against her." Ryoga's voice grew harder and more primal, as if his voice was ready to devolve into the roar of an ancient predator and forgo the words of man at all.
"Red or green, short or tall, male or female, does any of that matter? In the end you're all the same, short sighted and entitled. At least the human tried, but you mutant you shame your kind greatly." He huffed, his breath nearly as strong as a gust of wind. "This place is a serious test of my patience." He mumbled, the stress and anger obvious even without his lack of facial features. "You see human, they are much the same as your race, and make the same mistakes as any other mortal." The dragon was tempted to make further comment to the mutant girl, but if he allowed her to ire him anymore, he'd have been tempted to show the uppity girl the flat side of his tail.
But injuring the residents was strictly forbidden, and Ryoga was loathe to break one of his mother's rules. How he missed a woman who knew both how to show, and earn respect when dealing with others.
Of course you would take his offer little human, to refuse a God was idiocy or insufferable arrogance. The dragon remained as she wandered off to find a target for her assignment, returning with a small blue mutant. A curious little creature, coated in a pretty blue and sporting some sort of horns from head, or maybe like the antennae of a bug. The mutant girl, like so many others though was full of her self and refused to acknowledge the dragon.
Ryoga sneered at the mutant. "Your manners are impeccable mutant, but rather than scoff at me perhaps you could be of help to the human here." Ryoga motioned to Shelby with his eyes. He was growing tired of how rude and defiant mutant kind was, but they were nothing but children after all. "This girl is here to study mutants and bridge the gap between yourselves and the humans. I would ask that you help her with the assignment." Ryoga spoke in his usual commanding tone, even when he made a request it sounded more like a demand.
His natural domineering personality tended to turn the mutants off of him, all of them naturally defiant thanks to their status as mutants. This girl however, he wasn't very familiar with and hoped would be less difficult than the rest of them.
The manipulation of the human mind was a powerful talent, and those in power always knew how to do it, or more so, those in the shadows who held the real power. But this was no mere man or leader, Ryoga was a mythical creature made real, with an ego the size of a nation to match it. He was a God, and nothing could convince him otherwise. And to manipulate him...was a dangerous game, one Roach would have to play wisely.
The dragon wasn't entirely sure to think of this Mr. Roach. He had a silver tongue, and knew manners nearly as well as a native born Japanese, but this mutant had no face to read, no actions to obviously judge. It was like speaking to someone wearing a mask, and it meant Ryoga would tread carefully as well. For now, Ryoga would indulge this insect with his time and attention, the submissive attitude was too rare to be passed over.
Some kind of regeneration or reincarnation. How fascinating, the dragon's gaze seemed far off as he thought on the implications of such. This Roach was far more interesting that he'd have guessed at first sight. A man or creature that would not stay dead was an important resource, whether he be friend or merely a tool. Ryoga would have to keep track of him. "You are...more interesting than I would have presumed. I shall not forget this." The dragon's tone was one of a lord, a man marveling over a useful tool or powerful connection just made. Father would be interested in such a man, he thought.
Ryoga detested the idea of being born equals. Not all men were created equal, some were weak and others strong, but what mattered was their spirit. An ambitious man wouldn't be held back by his frailty or lack of wealth, he would take it and deserve all that he took. Ryoga wasn't just born mighty, he was born with the will of a king, and the ambition to demand even more than that. "You know them well I see. And you know the truth of the world as well." The dragon was pleased to meet someone who finally understood that the world wasn't as pleasant as the mutants liked to dream. Humans and mutants weren't equals, and none of them equaled Ryoga.
Roach clearly favored mutants over the humans from the way he spoke, and Ryoga was about to share a thought about them when Roach hit upon a weak link in the dragon's armor. The Mansion had built him a shrine, but it was more like a room for him to stay. They didn't acknowledge him like his people in Japan did. Mutants were arrogant creatures, their powers made them head strong and lazy at times. Yes they were better than humans, but they acted just like the humans at times. The dragon lowered his head a bit and glared at Roach, trying to judge what the bug was planning.
"You favor your mutant kin I see. But their powers go to their heads Mr. Roach. They become arrogant and lazy, they squander their status. They lack...respect for authority." Ryoga pulled his head back, his mind trying to figure out Roach just as the bug had figured him out. "What makes you so sincere when mere mutant children question my status?"
Roach also took the moment to ask Ryoga about his knowledge of the city, which to be fair Ryoga hadn't seen some parts, his movements restricted after his brush with the police. "I welcome their stares, but there are in fact parts of this city I have yet to see."
Humans were timid creatures, afraid of differences and yet drawn to them like flies. A curious race, whose love of learning gives them greater strength than any of the world's animals. "Fear and embarrassment are crippling emotions, they serve no purpose. If you want to make something happen, it takes will, it takes confidence in your abilities. You have come to know a God today, what mutant could scare you off now?" The dragon offered a bit of advice, sharing his confidence with the girl so she might become more than she was.
To be lazy, or too timid to accomplish one's goals was a peeve for the dragon, his own people were often timid when put on the spot. But together the Japanese could accomplish great things, and their passion to their society was great. And Ryoga was no different, he was a God, the greatest form of individual, but he too held pride for his people and country. He would push them as he would push this human, towards a goal. If the dragon could smile, he would have at Shelby, instead he could only speak with a tone like a stern father or guardian.
"Do not question your first choice, weakness will not get you the grade or knowledge you want." The girl tried to cover her lack of ambition with a joke about her classmates. "Fate often surprises us, you chose mutants and ended up with a God. They will have no such opportunity." Ryoga was feeling quite generous with this human, her attitude and reverence sated his appetite for sycophancy. "If you want to study one of the mutants here, show them to me. And I shall encourage them to work with you." He offered as if it were the simplest thing in the world for him to command any of the mansions various residents.
This Roach was far more respectful and reverent than most of the mutants, a pleasant change of pace. Ryoga would have to figure out what the little mutant wanted though, considering people quick to submit weren't as submissive as they often played. The pride Roach took in himself was enticing to Ryoga though, taking something people would discard or insult and wearing it with pride was a sign of strong will. Ryoga respected strength of will.
The dragon sneered though, when Roach made a comment he took as demeaning. To question Ryoga's statement as if were not bold enough himself! Quite bold this Roach was. "Japan is my birthright, this country is arrogant and brash. It is beneath me." The dragon stood tall as he tilted his head down to glare at Roach. "I will forgive, once, that you questioned my ambition." Ryoga was an egomaniac, and though he didn't want to rule the world like some crazy fictitious super villain, he did intend to rule many one day, as their deity.
The man spoke of living and dying, a statement which caught onto Ryoga's curiosity. "You have died and come back? Are you an immortal creature then?" Ryoga was always interested in anything dealing with immortality or abilities beyond the scope of even the strongest mutants he'd met. Because he secretly needed proof that he could be immortal as well. A roach man dying and coming back certainly fit the theme of cockroaches, creatures which seemed more tenacious than any other life form.
Bowing to Ryoga was an easy bandage to cover the earlier insult, Roach being quite clever at how to indulge a Japanese "man's" sense of manners. "A large Mansion, a home for mutant's was kind enough to take me in. Their building doesn't quite accommodate my size, but a shrine was built for me to reside on the grounds." Some might take offense at being kept outside the building in what equated to a stone dog house, but when that house was built in the shape of a shrine, the Godly part of Ryoga's mentality became quite appeased by it. "I came here on something of a retreat from my home in Hiroshima, at my Mother's request." He said, sharing a bit more of his origin with Roach.
The girl made a valid point, however the dragon could barely discern any of the mortals apart, nearly all of them appeared the same to him. Humans and mutants both were frail little creatures, running about and acting out mundane lives, most never knowing a real purpose. A God was different, a being of power and majesty, but more importantly of purpose. Gods ruled, Gods judged, Gods were distinquished. Fame, acknowledgement, and renown. These were what Ryoga craved, his ego starved for attention at all times.
"You all look the same to me little one. Save those of you with fur or tails." He said without a hint of emotion or interest. What interested him more than her opinions, was the praise. How he loved when mortals could do nothing but wallow in his majesty. That was what humans truly did best, gather around an idol and elevate it with their faith and admiration. This is what led humans to be the dominant species on the Earth. Their passion. "No human, your talent for praise is admirable." He goaded her with his own words of praise. Though they were one sided and more about himself than her.
Ah, so the girl was trying to study how being born with power changed a mortal's mind. An interesting topic, Ryoga could understand. Being born into "power" or "wealth" went to the mind of a man, and made him believe himself worth more than his fellow man. No amount of money or land made one mortal stronger than another. It was the soul of a man, his will that made him great. And Ryoga was that much greater, being born a dragon made him powerful, but it was his spirit, the soul of a dragon that made him a God. "Your talent with words shows, but I imagine you struggle to find a subject among the mutants. They...take poorly to focus on their differences." Ryoga understood the racial tensions between the humans and their mutant brethren.
"Their powers make them arrogant, just like wealth does to your kind. Though a human couldn't aquire the same gift as a mutant, they are still easily similar to one another. It's the spirit of a man that makes him special." The dragon asserted, an odd statement coming from one born with a God complex. "Perhaps your project would be most successful by studying a mutant who is clearly different than you are." Ryoga suggested, not yet aware that the girl intended to study him or thought him a mutant.
It seemed the two men would be playing quite the game with one another, who could figure out the other first and take the lead was yet to be seen. Though Ryoga's weakness for synchophancy was already glaringly obvious to Roach. Ryoga never refused an apology, save for those that were obviously lies. Being above the mortals meant above their standards for manners, and the use of manners was a quick way to sneak onto the dragon's good side.
Ryoga was curious, his gaze unable to leave Roach's form. A giant talking bug, how quaint he thought. Most mutants were men who fired lasers from their eyes, or women with too much attitude because they could hurl explosives from their mind. But to be a giant insect? How interesting, and in the vaguest sense similar to Ryoga's status as a mythical creature, only many more levels mundane. Unaware that Roach was infact quite clever, and probably much more so than Ryoga was himself, the dragon became amused.
Lord was another easy way into Ryoga's grace, the God had such love of titles and honorifics, it so reminded him of his home in Japan, where respect and manners were the norm and not the outlier like this country. So the bugman took an obvious moniker to denote his status, acceptable but less interesting than Ryoga had imagined. "But of course, I am a God of benevolence, relish the moment you stumbled upon me Mr. Roach." Ryoga often missed the various terms from his mother tongue he could use to show respect in conversation, English was a lacking language he believed.
It was interesting to note that Roach kept his real name a secret, a practice Ryoga also practiced, by sticking with only his divine name. "Interesting that you would take a name that humans speak with disgust." Ryoga was an arrogant creature, and easily read, but he wasn't stupid. Roach's submissive words and polite attitude didn't hide that the man was confident to speak to Ryoga without fumbling his words or showing signs of fear. This bug held confidence, and that was something Ryoga knew all too well. He wouldn't let his guard down just yet, not until he knew more of this strange man.
"How ironic that a talking bug would possess better manners than the mortals that would stomp the same bug into the ground." The sentence might have been mildly offensive to Roach, but Ryoga wasn't trying to or even thinking of insulting him, he merely said what he thought when he thought it. The dragon huffed, a gust of air escaping his nostrils. "I am no mutant! Do I look a mortal man with some mundane power? I am Orochi, and I am a God! I was born of Japan's shores and Atomic fire!" The dragon paused a moment, his voice rumbling in his throat before he finished speaking.
"There is much to my tale, but I will share that I am a visitor to this country, and that the mutant's were kind enough to take me in." He could also share that he was the false God of a cult of crazed Yakuza, or that he couldn't in fact breath fire, but for now he'd rather question the little bug about his own story. "What more would you know of me Mr. Roach? And what pray tell, are you?" The dragon demanded in a tone that rang of someone born to be nobility.
Ryoga was lost in his thoughts, the sun's rays dominating his attention to the point that he didn't notice the giant roach rushing up to him. He remained silent and motionless as Roach eagerly greeted him, speaking to him in a gentlemanly tone that didn't match his apperance at all. The dragon took a deep breath, ignoring Roach long enough to create an awkward silence before he seemed to stir from his radiation induced slumber.
Drawing his wings back in, the limbs changing from solar panels back into function legs as he dropped them back to the ground, and turned his gaze upon the insectile mutant. His amber eyes bore into Roach as he spoke. "Then know me mutant. I am Orochi, and I am not fond of interruptions." He growled a bit, though he wasn't truly angry. More annoyed at being drawn out from his basking pose, but there was little time for idle frustrations.
The dragon stretched, his form waking up as the solar energy began to permeate his cells. He could understand the fascination though, after all he was a God, and everyone would clearly want to know him. "However, you are certainly different than the usual mortals I converse with, you appear to be some sort of giant bug?" The dragon lowered his head, getting a better gaze at the giant Roach. "Tell me your name bugman." The dragon demanded, his tone domineering but not quite offensive.
Ryoga sniffed the air a bit, his nose more powerful than a normal human's thanks to his size, picking up on the unique aroma of the man before him, and also what appeared to be a steak on the ground. What an odd beginning to this little encounter.
The Mansion grounds were nice enough, and the shrine the mutants had built for him to stay in was also acceptable. But Ryoga was not an animal to be caged or contained, and whether or not he had rampaged through an entire city block mattered little to him. It was that horrid woman's fault that so much destruction had come about, and Ryoga adamantly refused to be escorted when he wanted to leave the Mansion's grounds. However, it was still difficult to traverse the city, as the police weren't too fond of him either, and the dragon couldn't just ignore their authority as well as the Mansion's, so for now he couldn't travel much without someone's eyes on him.
The police followed him, but as he came into the park they seemed to lose interest. Apparently they didn't believe he could cause as much damage or be a nuisance here, and stayed far enough away that he could enjoy the solitude and the sun. The large creature known as Orochi stomped through the park grounds, his primeval body finding comfort in the natural surroundings as he looked for a spot to bask. Though he was far superior to a reptile, Ryoga still felt the need to soak in the sun's rays and warmth, and today was an excellent day to do so.
Coming into the middle of the park, an open area where he could directly see the Sun above him, and enjoy it's comfort he stopped. The saurian God stood tall and spread his wings out, creating the majestic image of the legendary dragon as he used the limbs to collect as much light as possible. He closed his eyes and took a breath, his cells eagerly metabolizing the radiation he bathed in, and powering his atomic physiology. Like the glucose hitting the system of a human, he felt energy rush back into his heavy form and gave him ample comfort to think on his current situation.
The mutants desperately wanted him to believe he was one of them, to the point of arrogantly denying his divinity, such as that horrid bone creature. While the humans were afraid of his presence after his fight with her and her companion, leaving him shamed and indebted to mortals. A frustrating plight, but at the same time he was enjoying some of the things here in this country. A different culture, different kinds of literature to enjoy, and various things to encounter he'd never be able to in his home at the compound. Perhaps Mother was right, and there were things to be learned here in the US, though he didn't realize that she ultimately wanted him to learn humility and find his place among the mutants, to learn that he wasn't some despotic being but rather a unique man.
Ryoga knew better though, he was no mere mortal and especially not some genetic mishap. He was a God, a supreme creature unlike any other, and he'd prove it to them all in time. And return triumphantly to Japan, but for now the Dragon was content to be a fixture of New York, and nearly a statue here in the middle of the park as he became nearly motionless, unaware that today would be quite interesting as well.
The girl was entertaining, respectful but curious. Perhaps she was midly overwhelmed by the attention of a God. However the girl went on to explain she was no mutant, but a regular mortal. How quaint thought the dragon, mutants were at least interesting in their powers, but humans were mostly just background characters to the dragon, his cult comprised of various humans all willing to serve at his beck and call. However this human was at least properly reverent.
So this girl was some kind of student, come to study mutants or perhaps just the mentality of people all grouped together like they were here at the Mansion. "You choose your words wisely little mortal. I'm surprised to see you've chosen this place for a project, humans tend to shy away from their mutated kin." The dragon distanced himself from the mutants with that phrase, referring to them and not us whenever he spoke of the mutants he lived with. It wasn't that he disliked them, he just simply wasn't one of them.
The girl timidly began to appeal to Ryoga's vanity, posing a loaded sentence followed by words of praise, how clever she was. "Truly you're clever with your tongue little one. You state the obvious!" He stated with a thunderous boom, before laughing a bit. The sound was heavy and came from his throat, the kind of laugh that you could almost feel vibrate in your body like the sound of a drum. "But I do enjoy hearing the truth, I can be nothing but majestic!" He loved that word, so powerful and imposing. "But you aren't here just to praise me little human, tell me what is it you wish to study of mutant psychology?" The dragon said through his maw of fangs, perfectly white and pristine, unlike the teeth of a predator Ryoga's body was more for show, everything seemingly constructed for showing off.
He was curious what the girl was here to find, nd since she was playing her role so well, Ryoga might just point her in the right direction. The dragon had never attend any type of university, how could he with his form? Instead he'd studied countless books bought for him, and his knowledge was equatable to one just beginning a college education. So he knew something of psychology. Though he refused to acknowledge that he himself was a perfect example of delusions of grandeur and a God complex.
The dragon stared the girl down, his head rising up again as the girl turned to face him. She was surprised, intimidated a bit possibly, but her response was quick and respectable. Perhaps Ryoga would have the pleasure of actual conversation with this one, unlike so many of the others around this Mansion whose arrogance tired the God. The girl explained she too was a stranger to this city, as Ryoga had been a few short monthes ago. His head tilted a bit, his voice silent as the girl finished her introduction.
Short and simple, but effective. Ryoga could accept and respect that, manners were something the dragon craved in this foreign land. He lowered his head to match the girl's point of view before he spoke back, needing to introduce himself in response to her words. "Konnichiwa little one." He started with a bit of Japanese, showing another facet of his unique personality, after all who expected the giant lizard to be Japanese, or even speak another language? "I am Orochi, Dragon God of Japan." The arrogance began to ooze from the creature's mouth as it continued.
"I am pleased to see a woman with manners, most mutants are too brazen for my tastes." He spoke down about his own kind, though Ryoga didn't beleive he was a mutant, he was far more important and special than the supernatural humans could ever be. "Your introduction was commendable, and I empathize with you. I too was once a stranger to this city, this country even." He pondered why the girl was visiting, perhaps planning to move here among the other mutants? They loved to band together it seemed, an odd thing his Mother must have wanted him to observe or experience, he still wasn't sure.
"Are you planning to join the others that call this place home?" The dragon questioned, his eyes glued to Shelby's the confidence behind them tremendous.
Most mutants looked like normal people, which was part of the reason the world was so uppity about them. Normal looking men and women but with crazy and extraordinary powers that made them leagues more dangerous than anyone else? And those mutants who did look the part were also under constant pressure, as everyone around them knew who they were and what they were, causing them to suffer stigma as well. But most mutants weren't like Ryoga Honda. Born of atomic fire and sired in the faraway land of Hiroshima, Japan he was an entirely different class of mutant.
More than a ton of draconian might, he put most mutants to physical shame with his majestic form. And the ego required to literally believe yourself to be a living God? Well let's just say he didn't have many friends, and putting up with him for more than a few minutes was impossible for most of his mutant kin. Speaking of the dragon, the girl sitting near the fountain had caught his attention. Most people could usually hear the loud steps as Ryoga moved, his wings and feet distributing that large weight as best they could with thuds as he took each step. But she seemed too distracted to notice.
The dragon crept forward, towering over the girl as she laid on the edge of the fountain. She was so scrawny compared to him, a creature fifteen feet in length, more than twice the size of a grown man and far heavier. His head lowered from it's usual place downt o about four foot off the ground before he blew the air from his nostrils and cleared his throat to speak.
His voice was primeval and thunderous, but not aggressive or violent. More dignified and overbearing than anything. "I do not recognize you little one. Are you new here?" He asked, the dragon's amber eyes glaring down at Shelby, awaiting their first impression of the little mortal.
The didn't show any visible responses to the girl's reaction, nor her response of him as a friend. He was a God, it made sense for her to feel comfortable around Orochi so long as he was feeling amicable. As he'd told her, he was no mere creature of impulse, but a civilized being who preferred to remain that way when speaking with someone else who had manners. "Are other mutants so violent as to test your might on a regular basis little one?" He asked, stopping Victoria for a moment before she went on to tell the story of how she'd been thrown from a window.
It was an odd sight, the small girl speaking toward the dragon who was many times her size and weight, his form already dwarfing a large man and thus making him look truly gargantuan when compared to the frail and slender build of the vampire girl.
Dogs? A fairly common pet animal, though Ryoga didn't care much for them. Animals always reacted in fear in his presence, obviously understanding that Ryoga was a fearsome creature, his body a primeval predator born millions of years after it should have long been gone. However he did respect how man commanded dogs, and controlled them for any purpose he desired, a respectable show of ingenuity. He had grown distracted for a moment, but paid attention to the girls story enough as to not get lost.
The dogs jumped out the window? Whatever command had been given must have had real authority over the animals. The dragon spoke once more, his voice dominating the area within his small shrine home. "What odd games you humans play with your animals." Ryoga hadn't played nearly at all as a child, his unique form has controlled his destiny since he hatched from an egg born of a human woman, and his Father had molded and corrupted his ego ever since. Which might account for why Ryoga was so stiff and overbearing, his humanity and childhood sidetracked by his mutation for 20 years.
The dragon could however, imagine the mildly humorous situation of realizing you were fine and only your clothes were torn. "An odd little Ojou aren't you, to care about your dress after being flung from a window. Was that when you found out about your mutation?" He inquired, curious as to when a mutant discovered their power.
It struck Ryoga as odd though, how different all these little mutants were with their various powers. One mutant might have psychic powers, or be able to create fire or who knows, even do something as silly as transforming into a spork. This small girl and her described power certain sounded interesting, but really Ryoga more enjoyed her confidence in his presence, making the conversation quite equal between the two. Too often Ryoga dominated the area with his presence and divinity, making a conversation more of a speech, as the other person was too overwhelmed to match him.
The girl looked up to him as he talked about testing her mettle, and it seemed both of them shared that same idea for a moment, a test. But Ryoga was no barbarian, he was a God, and he was beneath something like simple violence as a form of entertainment, especially when he was enjoying a polite talk with Victoria. If he could have smiled, that grin would have showed he'd thought about testing the girl, but instead refrained. "Impressive. If you're worried I might test your mettle vs mine, fear not Victoria. I am a God, not some childish barbarian whom cannot resist his impulses."
His neck craned a bit, like a serpent swaying back and forth while observing it's next meal. "But I would be interested to hear why someone would throw such a lovely creature from the second floor. You have enemies?" The dragon questioned, his curiosity never sated around mutants and the stories of their chaotic lives.
It would seem this conversation was in fact going to be less polite than Ryoga would have preferred, the man seemingly devolving into aggressive childish babble as if something else were weighing on his mind and inhibiting his ability to interact. The dragon sighed softly, his interest in the man all but lost when he realized he was dealing with another aggressive and confusing American. The man's response was overtly aggressive and condescending, trying what little patience Ryoga had for mortals, as the dragon glared sternly at Saphirus, his eyes burning a message through the man's body.
"How typically disrespectful your response is, it does not cease to amaze me how a country touted for it's individuality and pride houses an army of men with the same attitude and lack of manners." Ryoga's voice was hoarse with disapproval of Saph's tone and mannerisms, his opinion already cemented that his man was worth none of his interest or thought. The man questioned his home, which was rightly given to the God by the very home they both shared in this Mansion. "A God does not build, he demands and it is done.This structure was built for me, as I am too large to fit within the Mansion itself. So you can displace your anger somewhere else but my rightful home little man." The God sneered in response.
This man was severely bothered about something, chomping at the bits to try and start a fight with a creature many dozen's of times outside his weight class. Anger and a crowbar were practically a child wielding a stick compared with Ryoga's magnificence. "No, I had assumed you would share the same lack of manners most American's are known for, and as usual my thought was correct." Ryoga huffed, a warm bout of air loosed from his throat purposely to disrespect Saph.
Ryoga couldn't quite smile, but the way his jaws pulled a bit in one direction was clearly the equivalent of a smirk as Saph tried to say he could fight with Ryoga. "Besides, your rage and a crowbar aren't as impressive as you'd hope little one. You would do well to reign in your attitude when speaking with others." Ryoga finished, throwing out a lesson in manners in return to Saph's perceived threat.
