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.
Garrett had left the Iris Van parked in the back of the Clinic, picking up a taxi to go car shopping. If he was leaving the apartments, it made little sense to take the Clinic's primary vehicle. It had served him well, short of nearly killing Mr. Stein in the winter. The day was hot and the driver's air conditioning was on the fritz. The heat and his irritating banter about his six kids was enough for Garrett to pay him and step out at the first lot.Looking up at the sign, his thin eyebrows furrowed. Classic muscle cars. How had that gotten into his list? Nonetheless, he stepped on the pavement, assuring a salesman coming in his direction. Planning to be in the car most of the day, he hadn't dressed well for the heat. New polished leather boots covered by black denim, wrapped in a belt with a square gun metal buckle. A black long sleeved button up joined in the oppression. It wasn't all that bad, though. In fact, it was becoming more normal by the day.
The man tried to appeal to his machismo, blathering on about cubic inches and the like. Garrett was a man of sensation and intuition, though. He could feel that something was already there and was waiting for him. His eyes scanned over polished hoods and sparkling rims, still left wanting. Until...the car entered his site. Standing before it, he grinned, much to the chagrin of the salesman, who was trying to explain something about a previous interested party. Garrett walked into the office and pulled his shirt up, revealing a thick money belt. After unlatching it and dropping it on the desk with a thunk, a meager sum of seventy thousand dollars was counted off. Too bad for the other guy.
After some paperwork, Garrett found himself very close to the beast. Pacing around it, admiring its sheen in the sun's light, he smiled and shook hands briefly with the salesman and apparently another man who was the owner of the lot. Their talking was blasphemy to the ritual of bonding occurring, so with a few curt words and a glance, the keys were handed over. Sliding in behind the wheel, he penetrated the ignition and turned it on. The epic thunder rolling beneath the hood seemed to reverberate through his own body. He noticed a few modern touches added to the inside, a fact that the sellers had attempted to downplay in the face of those who preferred all original parts. A/C and a 5 disc CD changer weren't that terrible, in his opinion.
Rolling from the lot into traffic, he could feel the beast wishing to jump its reins and charge down the roadways, terrorizing pedestrians and stunning onlookers. The constant stopping and going between intersections was as irritating to the driver. With the secondary mission achieved in spades, it was time to accomplish the primary. Familiar roadways slid under the wheels of the car, heavy buildings giving way to more spacious scenery. He was on his way to the Mansion to see someone in particular. Someone very special who had left a permanent impression upon him. Looking at his watch, he suspected she might very well be on the grounds.
As the upper portion of the large edifice revealed itself, his eyes fell to the side of the road opposite his lane. A smirk rose by instinct as the car was surely not the only meeting of fate in store for the man. the visual effect of her crafted shorts as well as their location caused Garrett's eyes to watch in a mesmerized fashion. Pulling slowly off of the road, perhaps fifty yards away, he crept to an idle, the purring of the pistons better than any musical track. The window slid down as his arm rested on its lip, the humid heat roiling in defiance of the car's cool interior. He didn't press the horn nor wave her toward him. He simply waited for er to see him and recognize him. Surely it was better inside than outside.
Watching the spiders disappear into her hair didn't faze him in the slightest. It was just part of her glorious gift, after all. Seeing her look over her shoulder at him warranted thoughts of more of that."Really?...Not many people would say the same..." The man behind her was unlike most people, human or mutant. "Oh well, you seem capable of handling yourself." A smile appeared, though the eyes remained quiet. Himself, her, anyone else that crossed his path.
"Dinner will be at six. Whatever date you choose, seeing as I have no preference. Just send me a text, or a call so I can get ready." She was moving near him, but respecting his aura, which he appreciated. He pulled a Blackberry from his pocket and entered the address and numbers that were scrawled on the web into his own device for safekeeping, pulling the web free with his fingers shortly after. Not like he wanted anyone else to have the keys to the kingdom. Placing the device back into his pocket, he turned on his heel to face her once more, admiring her feigned innocent stance.
"Dinner will be... mostly... vegetarian. So if you can't live without meat make sure you don't show up too hungry.All of that sound good for you, Cutie?"A look of understanding, seasoned lightly with a dash of malice crossed the man's features. Slow, measured steps brought him closer and closer to the dark mistress before him. "When I show up, I will be famished.[/i]" His eyes did not hesitate both the main course and the dessert. " I hope you'll be able to satisfy my appetite.[/i]" His hands slid behind his back, holding each other as he tilted his head slightly, waiting.
Madlaina's eyes were drooping. "I… Thank you. For doing nice to me." Garrett smiled, his eyes slipping a bit himself from the booze. " Being. Being nice. You are welcome, Madlaina." Doing nice would be for another time down the road. He watched her shift around on the couch, though it didn't seem like a way to be comfortable. She was worried about her shoes. They looked old and a bit dirty, but he didn't care. Still, it always seemed that talking caused more confusion than solution. Having a moment to look at her while he passed her the bottle, he could really see just how classically beautiful she was.
She had no problem with the whiskey, taking a healthy swig herself before passing it back. She coughed a bit, clearly not accustomed to its taste."Is good. Thank you." He smiled back at her, watching her begin to fade away on the couch. "You bet. Would you like me to get you a pillow?" He didn't have any intentions on taking advantage of her. As sinister as his waters ran, they stopped at non consensual. Unless of course it was an enemy. Then it was okay. He was just so terribly smitten with the Romanian doll. Everything she did was just so new and fresh to him. Garrett wanted to continue seeing her.
A few pours into his own glass and he was quite subdued. Whiskey had an opposite effect on Garrett than most people. When every living nerve in your body was sensitive and aware, things that dulled them were nice. He just kept looking at her in a friendly way. "So we… we be friends?" it would have been nice had Garrett's tongue also been subdued, but it was quite awake, considering the general lack of inhibition provided by the amber solution. " Yes. Of course we are friends. I hope we can be more one day." He knew he could have possibly committed a faux pas, but his whiskey addled brain wasn't particularly concerned. It was more liberating and honest to just say what he felt, rather than play some game.
As the amber solution slid down his throat, Garrett watched her float around the room. The whiskey was never good for chivalry, but he had been chivalrous enough for one day. Looking over at the cold bottle of ginger ale, he felt a kinship with its perspiration as a lone drop of it slid down the side of the bottle. his eyes focused from the nearer scene to a farther one as she happened to wander into his bedroom. He licked his lips as he took another swallow. Her face became another shade of crimson, a color Garrett was becoming fonder of by the moment.
As she finally sat on the couch next to him, she looked over at him, the rouge slowly sliding from her cheeks. There was nervous activity in her fingers as she apologized. Garrett smiled, the facial gesture coming easier with each sip. " You can go anywhere you like, Madlaina. You can stay here anytime you like as well, if you need to." Not on the couch, Garrett's mama didn't raise no fool. He would wait for comprehension of language or moments was more practiced before becoming more obvious about his interests. For now, it would be more testing of the waters.
Be it his thirst or his hunger, he found that his next sip was mostly whiskey flavored water. Frowning slightly at the glass, he placed it on the coaster beside him. In the spirit of swigging, he looked down and picked up the three quarters full bottle of delight and took a helping. Raw and potent, just what he had needed. Looking over at her, he smiled and handed the bottle over. " Want some? Not ginger ale, but you may like it anyway." Turning his body to face her, Garrett sat back against the arm of the sofa, his left leg propped up as a buffer, however temporary.
"No, not drink! Pisica is little… little animal, for pet? her spontaneous bout of giggling seemed to be infectious, as garrett found it amusing and so delectably adorable he had to join in. When she made her little kitty charade, he watched closely, smiling more. His mouth began to rise without planning, naturally enjoying the display. Her mimicking meow sent little shivers up his spine. He wanted to pet her terribly. " Ah, a cat. A kitty cat. Sure, I am never home enough to take care of one right, though. I would not want it to have no food or water." Garrett was consciously removing contractions and simplifying his speech as he went now, making the conversation as smooth as possible.
The girl before him just oozed cute everywhere she went. Not a fake, annoying kind either. it was her own awkward approach to things that just made Garrett want to wrap her up in a blanket and keep her forever. She was looking at him as if his spot cleaning was silly, or it had some hidden meaning. The papers just fluttered into a wastebasket as he noticed she was just taking swigs from the two liter. he was sure his eyes were roaming over her form, but he didn't care too much. Something about the cocked stance of her hips with the two liter hanging in her fingers just made her seem like a work of art.
No reason to gawk though, so he smiled and pointed vaguely at the black leather sofa which dominated the room. " Please, have a seat." Stepping back to allow her passage without another bout of proximity, Garrett's eyes fell on something else that could not be ignored. An empty glass, full of ice. he could almost hear the cubes beginning to splinter in the room's temperature as his eyes moved naturally to the cabinet above. His feet moved him to the location of another source of desire, the Scotch whiskey being removed and opened, soon poured over the ice.
Returning with his own bottle and the freshened glass, he took a seat next to her on the sofa, placing the whiskey bottle on the floor in front of him. He sat back and took a healthy gulp of the spirits, smacking his lips slightly as the warmth crept down the back of his neck. He placed it on a coaster on the end table and turned his body toward hers. Whiskey and a beautiful Romanian girl. All he had to do next was wait for the Publisher's Clearing House people to knock.
Charlotte was quite good at playing the innocent role. To tourists, or other yokels. Not that garrett didn't enjoy the act, but he was aware of it being such. The tempting invitation given him was one that he would accept. "...as for any other passions I have... well.. I suppose if you ever happen to visit my cozy little home, you might find out..." Might. half an octave higher on the yes scale than Maybe. Garrett's eyes turned toward her own as she played coy and he played the wolf. Perhaps it should have been the other way around, but this was the way they were playing it at the moment. " I'd like nothing better than to come over and." A myriad of verbs strolled like seventy six trombones until the proper one came out of his mouth. " learn more about you at your home. Sounds like an invitation. I never turn them down."
Garrett was unsure if the percolating tension or Charlotte's mastery as a tease was to blame for the summoning of his inner darkness, but it was there now, saturating his essence. he'd have to close up early today. As soon as she left his office, in fact. He'd have to avoid contact with the general assembly and the other faculty as well. Otherwise, his nocturnal escapades could come under suspicion. He was Seizure without the suit. Vulnerable and yet completely on point. He rose from his seat as she stood by the window, the breeze from its opening making her cherry sundress billow and ripple like laundry on the clothesline. He stepped behind her, though not within arm's length. Garrett respected her enough not to manhandle her. It didn't remove the desire to do so, however. " I have enjoyed becoming acquainted with you, Charlotte. I suspect I will be seeking you out soomer than later to become more...acquainted. Do you have a date and time in mind?[/i]"
Opening the refrigerator, Garrett knelt down to see what was inside. Not being home much meant not having much to offer his lovely guest. There was a gallon of spring water, some raspberry/cranberry juice, and a two liter bottle of ginger ale. actually looking at it, rather than grabbing a needed component for a drink, made him realize that he needed a tad bit more domestication. Or a trip to the grocery store. Something. His life was becoming much too active to subsist on vending machines and bites here and there at work.
"What drink you have? Do you like pisica?" So immersed in his lack of beverages, he hadn't heard her follow him into the kitchen. His head popped out from around the fridge door to find her there, waiting for an answer. A line turned slightly upward on his face as he tried to recollect. " I don't think I've had it before. That's the stuff you wanted at the Mansion? the lemon and lime drink? no. I do have water, juice, or ginger ale." Pulling the juice and the ginger ale out, he set them on the counter before her, twisting the caps off and closing the door of the appliance so she could decide. Opening the cabinet above the sink, he pulled a glass down, his eyes flickering over the whiskey bottle standing at attention behind them. Placing a few ice cubes in a glass, he flourished toward the drinks. "Help yourself."
The kitchen was not very large at all. He scooted past her as she looked at the drinks, their bodies very close for the briefest of moments. Garrett tried to shake it out of his mind, but it stuck there. Entering the living room, he closed the door. Not to keep her in, but more to not invite additional guests, since open doors at the Clinic tended to do that. Picking up the scraps of newspaper he had left behind from clipping, he did a little spot cleaning as she remained in the nearby room. It wasn't much, but it was his home and he wanted it to look as nice as possible. Madlaina was all about impressions, so he wanted to make a good one so she might return sometime.
The air was becoming heavy. It was pressing down on Garrett's shoulders and his chest, causing his breath to come and go in sighs. The phenomenon had nothing to do with barometric pressure or relative humidity. It did, however, have to do with the astute feeling in the air between the four of them. Both Maya and Sveta seemed disheartened by the idea that he was moving out. he was unsure as to why this was the case, considering that he had only had the one run in with Sveta there. Maya was an even stranger case, considering the fact that he had seen nothing of her since...when was it? Maybe when they were first building the place? She had come to see Sebastian then. The greatest source of conflict seemed to be coming from Little Jude. if he indeed remembered the future, which he seemed to, then there wasn't much the two of them would ever have to say to each other. Once a controller, always a controller.
Garrett rubbed the bridge of his nose, his eyes closed as he internally attempted to put a cap on an otherwise full blown well of emotion. It wasn't working. How many times had he tried to navigate the treacherous waters of relationships and come up ashore on a hidden atoll? Best to just drive straight through this torrent. The man who stayed silent as his enotions worked him over was gone. " You are all welcome to my home anytime you like." His eyes settled like gun turrets on the boy between them. " Even you." The rant was picking up speed now, on its way toward his mouth, tactful debris flying aside in its wake. " However, I'd like to settle a few things with all three of you while we are up here."
His eyes set on Sveta first, the most innocent of the three. " Sveta, you don't have to feel like I have a porblwem with you. I never have. Sure, killing hundreds of people by accidentally touching you was a bummer, but the key word there is accidentally. You are not at fault for anything. i simply picked your head up to put it on a pillow and my fingers touched the back of your neck. So, please, don't beat yourself up over it."
His eyes turned to Maya and he did his best to soften them. " Maya, we don't have a problem, if you think we do. I think we have moved on from our train wreck of a relationship. Or I should say, I have completely. You are still a good friend of mine and if you or Sebastian need help, I'll do what I can." A wave of relief passed through his body, as if even the raw bark attached to the broken stick had finally been pulled free. " Which leaves Jude." Remaining in his current proximity from them, Garrett knelt down, his eyes settling into the stare being given him by the boy of the future.
" I know you don't like me. I know why as well. Something you will have to start realizing though is that time from your dream will never come to pass. So , holding on to dreams, fantasies or grudges from an era which never existed is foolish and won't do a thing for you. Live in the present. It's liberating." His smile opened like a bear trap, a wink shot like a final arrow at the little man. Regaining his posture, Garrett cocked back on his heels and waited to see if there were retorts.
It appeared to Garrett that the sequence of pleasure center manipulation had been successful. The effect was very favorable, concerning the blushing of cheeks and the various shudders and body motions. Her eyes slid open slightly, the blue within appearing as bright pools of sea, perhaps more so considering there was only a hint of it. "A very useful gift... if I do say so myself." She wasn't releasing his hand, a marked difference in posturing from any other contact Garrett had with people.
Not that he was complaining. " I'm glad you enjoyed it. I don't get an opportunity to show too many people the other side of neural manipulation. Most people get the unpleasant effects."He watched her stand from the chair, their hands still entwined. His eyes remained locked on her own, in some sort of memerizing dance. She quickly stepped up on to the desk itself. some other Garrett would have tutted over the marring of paperwork, but forget that guy. He didn't have a ravishing spider queen advancing toward him."Do all of the women who enter your office get this same treatment? Or just the ones that snoop around..." She was sitting down on the desk beside him. His mouth opened as his eyes continued to meld with hers. " No one gets this treatment but you, dear."
And there she was, their hands still in contact, a steady pulse of her heart moving the neural messages through her exquisite body. She said something about stubble. He nodded his head just enough to show assent without breaking the contact. "Visit me? But of course, having guests over is a particular passion of mine." He made some progrees by allowing his mouth close from its slightly open position, but then more stream of consciousness spilled from his mouth. " Any other passions?"
Her hand slid free from his finally, the glow of her recently manipulated nervous system waning slightly as it would eventually fade from sight. Garrett knew the air conditioning was on, but he couldn't actually feel it. All he could feel was a burning impulse to reach out and touch the long, pale legs which gently kicked in front of him. Fortunately, the quiet room had taught him enough restraint. Several of his clients were incredibly statuesque and beautiful and he had made sure only to touch them enough to relay the sensations they had wished for, Nothing else..... It was maddening. Garrett knew a good deal about insanity, though. His hands slid neatly beneath his legs for safety and comfort as his eyes turned up at her. "Very well. What shall we call ourselves?" The tone of his voice was marked and changed. It was the voice that came from that quiet room behind the walls. It was the voice that uttered from a suit of leather. Some might even recognize its pitch as demonic, though this beast was under the tightest and most secure chain imaginable.
The two were maybe a yard apart now, leaning over opposite ends of thedesk as the spider parade unfurled before him. Garrett watched with childlike wonder as the spiders all made their way down her arms to the desk, lining up when told. Recognizing a few as highly venomous to humans, he made a remark. " Do they also only bite when you tell them to? Those widows will make someone very sick. Just want to make sure I don't take an accidental bite. " DocProf could probably heal it or Sebastian, but the problem was more that he might kill one reflexively from being bitten at first, which could anger her. Not something he was striving for.
A magnificent kind of pain. That description struck a chord with Garrett unlike many other statements uttered from soft lips in his direction. Someone like her. It was all too good to be true. F that. Enjoy the moment and don't kill dreams as they spawn. The tension in the air was palpable at the mention of show and tell. The two of them were doing various things, but there was a growing synchronization between them that defied logic or normal societal courtship. So, why not run with it? He had been given permission, wide eyes looking forward to bliss. He knew what that meant in the quiet room. Could it be so different? Everything didn't have to be spelled out in letters, after all.
"I would be happy to experience whatever it is you wish to show me." Signed, sealed, and delivered. A palm turned upward, offered to him. His hand slipped around it slowly, fingers gripping and pressing without squeezing. The familiar silken lights began to sketch themselves over her hand, working like mad through her forearm and up to her shoulders. His own will and desire was fueling the process, moving it over mountains and through valleys at an alarming pace. His own eyes soon locked on to hers, as they had been for the brief eternity they had been seated across from each other. A smile graced Garrett's lips. " First, let's quiet down all of these angry little sores." His energy flowed through her, on a sortie of search and quiet, finding each little hotspot of angry nerves and soothing them. The pain couldn't be more than irritation to her, but shortly, even that was gone. " There we go. A little better?"
His previously vacant hand soon covered her own, two hands grasping her now. " At this point, I could deliver quite a terrible shock of pain to you, paralyze you, possibly even render you unconscious, but of course, that isn't my intention." His own desire now turned the light to an increasingly familiar golden hue, which turned and twisted through her body like a serpent, seeking out pleasure centers and invoking reactions in them. Nothing too earth shattering, since they just met. " Mr. Clean. Nice. I do have a little stubble, but I did indeed used to be that guy. Hopefully, we will become friends and I can come visit you at this place across the street from the Sanctuary." She could live in Hell. He would still come visit at this rate.
Garrett watched with genuine excitement as spiders began to crawl from Charlotte's hair and settle on her chest. At least he'd have a more legitimate reason to look there."I suppose you could say I'm the little Miss Muffet of mutants. Except they don't scare me away... and I create them." Garrett leaned forward in the chair, his focus shifted to the arachnids rather than their resting place. " Quite a little army. I assume they follow your commands? I've not seen anything like it before." Whenever Garrett encountered a mutation that was so visceral, he couldn't help but be excited. Watching her slide out of his coat didn't hurt either.
He saw the various red wounds over her body once the coat was removed. Some looked rather fresh. " Are the spots where they emerge from? They are your children then. Very interesting. Do the marks hurt?' He was wavering between enthusiasm and scientific interest. She was distracting enough for him not to be sure either way.Garrett delivered his own internal shrug over it. "So you can mess with peoples insides? How fun! What kind of things exactly, If you don't mind me asking?" His smile widened like a wolf's. Oh yeah, Miss Muffet, not Red Riding Hood.
" Well, of course I don't mind. The problem is, my gift is more of a show than a tell." His fingers drummed over the desk's surface, reminiscent of Megan's children. " I can increase or decrease sensation in my body or others' bodies. When I began, I was limited to pain and seizures. Years of training and control have brought me much farther down the path. Now I can paralyze a person, target specific areas of the body....all sorts of things." No reason to let it all fly out of your mouth, son. He looked into her clear eyes, remarking, " I'd be happy to give you a demonstration if you liked. No pain, though." That was for enemies and clients.
He was obviously pleased at her recognition of his wit. The more he knew about her, the more he wanted to know. It was different, yet similar somehow. Of course her body was red velvet cake, but her very essence rocked him harder than the curve of her back. It was a nice change of pace. Her recollection of hobbies produced a slight glimpse of pearl between her lips. She also scooted forward, the desk separating them. Probably for the best. " Hmm, what to tell. I've certainly been around. I used to hold this very same position at the Sanctuary. I'm going to guess that you may have heard of that place. While I was there, I served under the Order's former leader and rose to power in a short span. I suppose it just suited me then. Anyway, she and I had a little problem, so I shot her. That was the end of my stay there, as you might imagine. Now I am back here at the Mansion where I started." It just flowed out like water. Easy. " And what's your story, morning glory?"
Coy. Garrett's favorite flavor. her nonchalant attitude, while surely frustrating to most, intrigued the manipulator. " Yes, all gifts are extraordinary. What is yours? Mine is that of neural manipulation. I can play with my own nervous system or those of others. We all play games, though, don't we?" She was the one acting half her age and wearing a fake mustache, after all. Then came more playing and spinning. idle half threats of crustaceans and wiping of hard drives. If only.
The refusal of his hand was noteworthy. She was smart and sexy. What was next? Garrett had all the time in the world to find out, considering his fairly honorary title. When he was needed as PR, he would shine in that aspect. Otherwise, it was a nice office from which to research things and put his ear directly to the mutant grapevine. Apparently, meeting new mutant women was a perk e was unaware of, but it was one he could get used to easily. His hand retracted and a sly half smirk painted itself across his face. He left her there, in his chair, as he stepped back and took his original seat. " I suppose you don't mind my germs, considering your interest in the keyboard. I haven't been sick recently."
He watched her animations as she spoke of larger offices. It was interesting to Garrett how quickly they had gone from an intruder being caught to pleasant bric a brac. He mirrored her slightly by crossing his own leg over. he followed her motions with his head, looking around a bit himself. " I suppose so. It's just one of many jobs I hold. I don't spend enough time in here specifically to bother with decoration. I save that for my home. What is it that you do, when you aren't snooping about people's tiny offices?" Pleasant conversation sounded lovely to Garrett, especially when it skirted on something else.
She didn't know who Garrett was. That helped him somewhat, though he was unsure how just yet. Since a brazen show was being presented, he decided he had paid his fare and watched it. His face didn't turn any particular direction, though his eyes rose back to hers once her knees slid up against her chest. His new entrepreneurial adventures had shown him most angles. He had been working diligently on exploring the others.
Hearing the occasional footsteps of children in the halls behind him, Garrett stood and closed the door behind him. What was being seen wasn't for children. If he had his way, the adults could piss off too. Looking up at the ceiling, he saw no foot prints. " I think it would be more the rifling of his paperwork than the feet. Do you have a gift which allows you to walk on the ceiling? Mutation has a beautiful way of expressing itself." And how. Not to mention the magnificence should the dress go upside down as she walked around up there. It was crystallizing into a perfec---"So... Who is this Garrett guy? What does he do? His coat reminds me of a doctor... so I can only assume."
Sucking slightly at his teeth, Garrett smiled. " We all know what assumptions do for us." Walking past the desk and to the window, he took another sip of the coffee, placing it down on a filing cabinet. His hands slid into the pockets of his pants as he mused upon it. "Garrett does this and that. This being the head of Public Relations here at the Mansion. That? That could take a long time. " Turning slightly on his heel, he could now see the monitor and the activity he had heard when approaching. Search history. His eyes turned back to her, his mouth ignoring the more direct question.
" Do you know anything about Faust Pharmaceuticals? Or were you just being nosy?" Probably the latter or a lie covering the former, but one never knew when honesty might strike like lightning on a cloudless day. Garrett's face went from business to pleasure in two shakes of a lamb's tail. Stepping a bit closer, a hand slid free of his hip pocket. " Either way, it's a pleasure to meet you, Charlotte. I am Garrett Wills, but surely you suspected that." His hand remained outstretched, anxious for the proper greeting. That, or hungry for the touch of smooth skin against his palm.
Garrett was feeling almost happy today. The paperwork for the manor would be drawn up later that evening, which suited him fine, considering the aura of malevolence coming from the seller. For a place like that at its selling price, though, he would have probably bought it from Satan. Maybe...? nah. He sipped at his coffee, looking out the window in the hall. For summertime, many of the kids still stayed at the Mansion. It was a shame, since they probably had no home to go to for the summer or they feared reproach from humanity. It made him not feel so bad about culling the weak members of that species a few weeks ago via Sveta.
Moving on, he sauntered down the hall, smiling and greeting those he passed. He had foregone a jacket that day, due to the heat outside, just wearing a nice pressed white shirt, buttoned to the collar, a pair of dark pants, pristine polished black shoes, and a red tie. For fun, it was the tie he used to wear as the Sanctuary's PR director. What a wide, wonderful world he lived in. Approaching his door, he heard the distinct sound of clickety click on his keyboard. That couldn't be right. He purposefully walked by the door, glancing from the corner of his eye at the culprit.
However, once spotted, the curvaceous culprit presented no threat at all to him. Stopping and sipping his coffee, he did his best not to stare directly at her pale legs which extended from a sea of--cherries, no less. " Waiting for Garrett, too? Mind if I join you?" Of course, he did not wait for an answer, taking a seat across from her, admiring the view. " Nice stache, by the way." Another sip of the piping hot liquid went down his throat, accompanied by a small sigh of satisfaction. " I don't think he would like you putting your feet on his desk, either." Unless he was sitting where he was. In that case, it was dandy.
