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.
Finished with the warrant, Roland handed it back to Chauncy. His eyes looked up and down the street. He had picked this location primarily for the high number of shutins or foreclosed properties. There was absolutely no one in sight, save for the occasional car, rubbernecking at the scene. Once the drivers' eyes met Roland's, they tended to move along. The houses on either side were vacant. One was also Roland's though its only purpose in life was to provide a basement to connect to the one beneath them. The one that he could hear was being discovered currently. The other residents had been driven off, thanks to an invasion of Brazilian termites that Roland had infested the home with. The same termites could very well be in this house, but considering that it was only a large storage unit, there wasn't much need for it soon.
It seemed as good a time as any to get to it. Roland's head shifted to the left, as if he was hearing the question offered by Noel, who was undoubtedly connecting the dots. Chauncy looked at him, his eyebrows furrowing as he suspected some kind of event was commencing. And it was. With a glance, the gun in the young agent's unfastened holster was in his hand. In the time it took for Chauncy to gasp, much less react, Roland was behind him. To Noel, " I think my identity is clear. Let's go inside, shall we?" He was unsure if she would attempt a shot over Chauncy's shoulder, so Roland kept a tight grip on his collar, pulling him up slightly, edging him toward Noel.
"And what is your relationship with Orlando to be staying at his house?" Ignored. The warrant was for Orlando. That's who she was looking for. If she wanted some information from him, she had better arrest him. Roland suspected she was well versed on rights but he was unsure if she would stick to the letter of the law or bend it just enough to slip something through. Americans liked to do that.
"We're going to have to have you wait outside while we search the place. Grab your omelet and please tell me you have some identification on you." She was persistent. Roland liked that in women in general, but not so much when they wore badges and were speaking to him."Chauncy, go with him. The rest of you ease off. You look like you're going to shoot someone." As if these little junior rangers would do such a thing. If even one pulled the trigger, it would most likely be due to a reflex, a hiccup of fear that took many lives. His eyes slid to Chauncy, who kept his gun at a downward angle as he stepped toward Roland. His eyes darted around like a little bird as he approached what he knew was Death. Whether or not their fearless leader knew it, some mechanism in their tiny little brainwashed brains told them. Instinct told them.
Roland stepped into the kitchen with Chauncy in tow, listening as the other little birds began to move around in the living room. Just a matter of time before they decided they should go into the basement. Roland slid the spatula beneath the browning omelet, his face already turning down into a sneer. Overcooked. He let out a small sigh of disappointment. Their lives could have lasted five minutes longer. Too bad. He turned the stove off and stepped on the the little pedal that opened the trash can's lid, the ruined breakfast sliding into its maw.
The sunlight coming through the kitchen window pointed Chauncy's amateur stance and told of his general direction. Roland put the skillet in the sink and ran some water in it, the pop and sizzle of the metal's anger agreeing with his own rising emotion. Turning back around, Chauncy had raised his gun slightly in anticipation of Roland's hands being occupied.They weren't and the gun lowered a bit. Roland grinned. " Chauncy? You have the safety on. Just in case you think you need to pull the trigger." The lad's head dipped, the gun turning slightly as he looked at the little button incredulously. The moment of misdirection carried Roland's own glance to the block containing the kitchen knives.
When their eyes met again, Chauncy's gun was pointed at the floor, a look of concern in his eyes. Roland whispered to him, " It'll be our secret."He winked at the poor kid who smiled back. The older man had a secret too and it was in his waistband behind the apron now. he stepped in front of Chauncy, giving him some spine back as he headed toward the door. He snatched the warrant from ...Noel's.. hand as he stepped out onto the porch. He stood with his back to them, reading the deftly organized warrant.
His eyes had seen hundreds of them. He was interested mostly in the principal, the issuers, the instructions and the judge's signature. He'd have a heart to heart with her down the road. For now, he would comply and play the hostile subject.
"Dispatch, we've got a squatter at 1138 Effington Avenue."
Squatter. That was a good one. They more than likely were expecting no one or Orlando himself. Today was a good day for them. Guns came out from amateur holsters and commands flew at him like birdseed on the wedding day. Roland overlooked those commands, as he was already complying to them. " I'm frozen. My hands are in plain sight. Miss, could you ask these men to put their guns down? I don't think I'll be maiming anyone with a spatula. I'd rather not drop it either, since I don't believe in the five second rule." He only spoke to her. His eyes were only focused on her. He could see the fear in the eyes of cronies.
She reached into her jacket, pulling something out. They didn't look like the hit squad type, so Roland remained where he stood. The omelet started to smell a bit overdone. Hopefully they would allow him to take it off the eye before it was inedible. " No, I don't live here. I do know Orlando, though. It's his house after all. I'm sure you know that, though. May I see your warrant? Might I also get my omelet before it burns? You are all welcome to follow me into the kitchen and point your guns at me there too. Point them at me while I eat, if you like."
Roland perused the forms in the folder in his lap. The filling out of documents was nothing new for him, but he never considered filling anything out with legitimate answers. As far back as he could remember, it was always aliases and fake lives. How would he fill something like this out? The short answer was he wouldn't. He passed the folder to her and the pen passed itself over via his mutation. Talking was more Roland's cup of tea, especially when the other person was so easy to look at.
" Fill those forms out as you see fit. On the map, you'll see the available rooms. They are the ones not shaded in. They are all basically the same when you first get to them. How you make it your own is up to you." His room there wasn't much to look at in the aesthetic sense. A small metal frame bed, weapons on the walls, plenty of floor space to exercise. Room to relax and space for his trophies remained at the estate near the Mansion. He felt he should return there soon for some spring cleaning. That was for tomorrow. Today was for recruitment of a valuable resource.
" Tell me what you think of mutants and humans. Their roles in society. Also, what do you think you could bring to our little family here? What can you do and more importantly, what are you willing to do for us?" It wasn't a loaded question. Merely a straightforward one. It also seemed as if this was an interview after all. Lori could interview all the men. That seemed to be the best strategy.
“Looks like you have yourself a lot of fine pieces to choose from.”
Indeed he did. Oh, she meant in the bag. "You are still welcome to anything in it. I'll more than likely split the stones and smelt the gold. As for the rest of your stuff, feel free to do what you like. That's what most of us do here." Though Roland initially felt fenced in at the Sanctuary, it was becoming clear that it lived up to its name, as he was immune from raids and searches there. Cops had better things to do than get killed.
She didn't seem to know her way around guns. this was one of many things that Roland could help her with. " I'm having a shooting range installed in the lower floors. Once it gets underway, I'd be happy to teach you a few things." As they entered, she asked him about how he did what he did. If Roland was akin to a stage magician, it was mostly in the art of misdirection, which is vital to any prestidigitator. " Children's parties. No, I don't think so. I do this the same way that you become a scorpion. What does the transformation feel like? Is it painful?" More intimate questions could come when she inevitably knocked on his door.
The pair walked up some stairs and came out into the main thoroughfare of the Sanctuary. Some doors were open, some closed. Eyes were set upon the lovely blond, but only until Roland's eyes snuffed their glances. Alphas generally liked the pups to know who belonged to who. It didn't mean she couldn't see who she liked. He certainly would. A flash in Roland's head of blue eyes crossed his mind briefly. Perhaps he'd see those eyes more often. In the meantime, he was as free as a bird, like everyone was.
They eventually arrived at the foyer, where the golden doors waited to usher in most of the rabble, or prospective members. Lisa typed away until Roland stood before her. She looked up at him, waiting for him to speak. Roland respected Lisa. She had seen just about every kind of mutant pirate and scumbag and she had never so much as flinched as far as he knew. " New resident. Deirdra Sykes. Give me the master keys and a list of unoccupied rooms. I'll take a map and some information forms while you're at it." Lisa was not very pleased, but she did as she was told. It was good for workers to remember their place in the world. While she might have been the most bad-ass human secretary alive, she was still just a human secretary. She'd hate to have her own files rummaged through, he imagined. The requested paperwork was given to him and Roland stepped over to the plush furniture in the foyer, beckoning Deirdra with a gesture of his head. " Please, have a seat. This isn't an interview of any kind. I'd just like to get to know you a little better and we need the information for the desk should there be any emergencies and the like."
Alexandra immediately resisted him. What was this? Do the tango in the Infirmary doors? her head turned toward him, eyebrow arched and tone cold.I put the knife on my back with a reason." Roland's own eyebrows raised, the kukri retreating to her back as ordered. As they walked through the halls toward the hangar, Roland mainly minded the floor and her back, his mid trying to sort out what the reason would be. She didn't want it at her neck, but at her back. Perhaps it had something to do with the camera locations that he was unaware of.
Once they reached the hangar door, Roland released his grip on her arm so she could use the communicator. His head swiveled down both halls to ensure no one would walk up on them, which no one did. He really should have done this sooner. He listened to and approved of her story about one of the students phasing inside. Traps? It was a good thing he had her with him, as he had never had the opportunity to discover traps. She was becoming more valuable by the second. He couldn't help but grin when she mentioned the not stealing of the X-Jet. Soon the doors slid open and he heard the mocking voice of Alexandra once more. With the genuine smile attached, it softened the delivery and he entered like a good lady.
His eyes found the Blackbird and for a moment, he just stared at it. As impressive as it had been from a mile away, watching it lift off from here, nothing compared to seeing it up close. His attention returned to the duty at hand as he spied a collection of crates and fuel barrels to hide behind. Crouching down, he placed the kukri at his side and carefully loaded the large tranquilizer dart into the small air powered pistol. There was a separate dart that he thought he might have to use on Alexandra, but it appeared that blackmail was cause enough to perform. All he had to do now was wait for an opportunity. And Streak.
It appeared the little girl was helpful, pointing out the location of his gun. she also asked if Roland was alright, which disarmed him a second time. It was just an accident. There would be little point in destroying a potential weapon just to satisfy his ego. Fortunately, the twin made for the door. Maybe he shared cowardice with his other. Either way, his adrenaline was still surging and he needed to defuse it. he also needed Kaitlyn to go somewhere else, as another boom might cause him to react and end her short life early.
"I'm fine. Why don't you make sure that Calley is alright. He went through that door over there." he pointed with the gun in the direction of the door, sliding it into his waistband after. He moved in the direction of said dorr, hoping she would follow. Should she go through the door after Calley, it would be locked and barricaded once she went through. he liked Kaitlyn, which was why he had to get away from her. In all of his kills, Roland had never killed a child. he didn't want to start today.
She was on board with the money, no doubt there. It was interesting to Roland how easily morality could slide in the presence of currency. In his opinion, lose the morality and there are no more prices. Everything became currency, even lives. They tended to be more valuable than a sack of cash any day. He watched her step out of the truck and come around to his side. Even in the wrong sized pants, he couldn't quite imagine how such a nice shape turned into scorpion legs. Probably best just to see her this way.
“I think I’d like a room. I’m sure it’s a lot nicer inside here than it is at my building. A lot, lot nicer.” Roland smiled and agreed." It's settled then. We'll have lisa fill out some paperwork and you can have someone go out and get your things from your apartment if you like. Or you could just leave it all behind and start fresh with us. You may also decorate and furnish your room however you see fit. "
At last, the name. Deirdra Sykes. The name filed itself away with other names to be researched in the future.“I’d never seen anyone do anything like that before. Your aim’s incredible.” The smug grin of satisfaction and fully stroked ego painted the man's countenance as he began walking toward the building, beautiful girl in tow. " Well, I have a couple of decades experience in marksn=manship, but I wouldn't be staying here if I didn't have tricks of my own. " he stopped as they neared the doors, punching a code in. Turning to her, he showed his hands and waved them in the fashion of a stage magician. "Nothing in my hands." He glanced down to see his boot knife. it appeared in his hand and then promptly found its way to his other his hand before finding its nest in his boot again. " Magic. Or not." He opened the door for her and they entered the halls of the Sanctuary.
Roland looked over the arsenal. most of it was still packed, thankfully. He had suspected that when he began mingling with mutants, he would need heavier firepower. Not the case at all, as it seemed. Most mutants he had met wanted to talk and express themselves more than fight. It made his job easier. Nonetheless, the sheer volume of the weapons needed to be scaled back. Especially with one of his older dealers under investigation by the U.N. Most people probably blamed Roland. His sudden appearance on the scene again couldn't help the subtlety that most of the war traders relied on.
A small tone and a blue light flashing turned his eyes upward. He knew the feds were looking at this location, but he hadn't expected their efficiency, expecting at least another day instead. He suspected that the eggs frying in the kitchen were not going to be a good indicator of his absence. Stepping over to a small cluster of CCTV monitors. He turned one on that said USPS. Outside a small pinhole sized eye came to life, set in the back of the mailbox, facing the front of the house. Evidence hounds. Probably only armed with small arms, if they were armed at all. The main point of interest was the woman standing at ease behind them.
Roland left his guns downstairs. They still expected a human, so he had that edge. He might even be able to talk them out of the house. If not, there was an alternate course of action. After moving the boxes and old bicycle back into place at the bottom of the stairs, he walked up them, listening as the sounds of the door opening and feet entering welcomed him. An exclamation rang out, no doubt as they heard and smelled the sizzling protein. The same feet made their skittering way out to the porch again, though it sounded as if the door wasn't closed behind them. Probably not armed. Roland straightened his apron over his shirt and pants, opening the door as if in surprise.
His neck poked his head through the opening,. No commands to freeze. They must have been outside reporting to the lead hound. Who did she report to? Matter of time. Roland returned to the kitchen, seasoning the omelet and placing a plate on the table. The table was in view of the door, he and the rest of the kitchen were not. He decided the best course of action would be to stand in the open, spatula in hand, a look of feigned surprise painting his features.
It appeared that Alexandra had completely resigned, approaching him as he approached her. The look in her eyes was visible, even in the shadows of the room. She knew that it was inevitable, considering how cold each of them were. They were two snakes destined to mate, even if they had to bite each other to death first. Her hand met his chest once more, but this time the pressure was gentle. He watched as her other hand trailed over his face, fingers tracing over lips.They moved down toward the other hand, gripping his shirt.
Then she began to move. Slowly, so terribly slowly. Her eyes and full lips moving toward his own. She was so close, he could smell her breath, feel it as it also traced over his own. His own hands caressed her curves as the moment of ignition and impact loomed on the horizon. He waited for her eyes. Once their eyes met, it would all be over.They met his own and a smile crossed her face."Never.Going.To.Happen.” In an instant, Alexandra stepped away from him, the cool features and angry eyes right back where they had started. A trick? Roland respected her acting abilities. He wasn't even angry. If that was an act, the real thing would be something completely different.
“Let me spell this out for you cause subtle it’s not working. I’m helping you with your crazy mission because my life and everything I’ve worked for it’s in danger.” Roland merely looked at her, a smirk and eyes of curiosity following her small rant. “It doesn’t mean I’m gonna be your whore. So stop insulting me with your actions." Not yet. Perhaps he had misjudged her. When he had time to think about it, he might recall all the moments he had seen her in the past. He found it appealing that she could be insulted by him. That meant she was still malleable. He put his hands out to her, slightly, her scent still clinging to him. " Fair enough. We aren't done here though." Not by a long shot.
She resumed her place at the doors, her head swiveling back to him once more. All illusions of fantasy gone. She meant business and he was just as happy to oblige.Now, if you can keep your pants on, let’s go steal the X-Jet and kidnap Streak.” The pain of failed success lingering below, Roland approached her, the kukri returning to his grip. He stepped behind her, his eyes turning to the locks as they unbolted themselves. Swinging one of the doors open inward, he looked both ways. Still quiet. He stepped behind her, raising the blade's edge to the back of her neck, resting it near her jugular. She was definitely pliable, though she also gained a small amount of respect from him. His grip tightened on her other arm and he pushed her forward slightly. " Alright, get going."
“She had some robot-looking parts and she said she used to work for the Order. I doubt she goes around talking about it all that much.” Robot looking parts. Should be easy enough to ferret out such an individual. Roland appreciated the backpaddling that the girl was doing to try to cover for her friend, though it seemed odd that he was so transparent. He'd have to study his features in a mirror some time. Perhaps the old face had old tells that the newer faces had forgotten.
She had no problem crawling over into the seat next to him. She also seemed to slide in morality the longer she was in his proximity. First she had no desire for the stolen jewelry but a wad of bills freely given seemed to be A-OK. Roland wondered how much farther down she would slide. He'd keep her close for the results. " No strings is no strings. I think the sack of stolen jewelry will keep me covered for a while." The truck was off now and the two sat in the quiet, warm interior. He felt her move closer and he kept his face of benevolence on tight.
She agreed to look toward new horizons.“ It sounds like a very good idea. I appreciate your help and the very generous sum of money you passed to me.” She was close enough to touch. Not yet, Roland. Take her inside, offer her something cool to drink. " With the right connections, what I just gave you could be your daily allowance. There is plenty to do in the coming months. With your obvious talents and your attitude, I'm sure we can find a place for you."
Roland avoided the potential intimacy and opened the door, sliding out and retrieving his loot bag from beneath the seat. Looking over at her, he attached the smile. " Come inside and we'll find you a room to stay in, if you like. you are welcome to live wherever you like as well, but usually being closer makes it easier if we need to find you for work." It would also be easier to find her for extracurricular activities. " Oh, one last thing. I think there is one thing I need from you. Your name?"
So she didn't think Roland a gentleman. Maybe she just didn't know him well enough. Was this shrew able to be tamed? He sincerely hoped not. The fire of defiance and hatred in her eyes was more than enough fuel for his own inferno.
“No ladies first, we get out together. Close.” That sounded like a solid plan. For some reason, Aexandra was taunting and teasing him. Roland didn't really understand what she was getting at, but it made little difference. If she wanted him close, he would be close. He very well could never have the opportunity again, so why not leave an impression? "I’m doing what the hell are you telling me to do. So you’d better put more effort in this." She spun on her heels and pushed her body back close to his. Closer than comfort. He let his hand be manipulated until she seemed satisfied with their position.
Roland wasn't nearly satisfied with their current positions. He actually had many more in mind. The heat of her body, the scent, her curves pressed into his own. It was just a bit too much. He leaned in close to her ear, his nose tracing against the lobe. "Let's stay awhile. I didn't see any cameras in there." His free hand navigated to her hip, pulling her closer. He took a step as she wished, but not in the direction. it was a step back, pulling her through the Infirmary doors. With a glance, the bolts on each door turned with a slide and a click.
He released her for a moment, walking to the large windows that looked out onto the Mansion grounds. What was about to occur wasn't for the eyes of children. The blinds were turned closed and the large curtains pulled over them, the room darkening with each maneuver. Turning around, he noticed that she still didn't look satisfied with the events that were occurring. He had a mind to change that. " Why don't we just get rid of all of this misguided tension we have toward each other and put it where it belongs? It can be one more secret we keep."
Multiple thrashing legs became humanoid as she changed. It was a whirlwind of chaos and while roland had initially wished to catch some skin, he thought twice on it now, preferring to keep his eyes on the road. Her face appeared at his side and he looked over when he could, the vehicle making its way toward the Sanctuary. Listening to her tale about someone named Meld, Roland found it a bit unsettling that there was someone going on about the Order, talking about it so obviously. He'd have to talk to this Meld person. " Tell me more about Meld."
“Actually, if I got a new job, I wouldn’t really need to continue my current one as a dentist’s secretary. So if what you’re saying about me being able to do something else is true, I’m in.” Dentist's secretary? Really? It seemed like this little lamb was very lost. Good thing she had such a good shepherd to help her. He looked at her, smiling and patted the seat next to him. " Hop on over. I think you can sit in the front now." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled a clip containing about three thousand dollars in hundreds. The clip disappeared and returned to his pocket, the large wad of cash neatly folded in his hand.
" See if this can hold you over until we can find some work for you. There's no strings to this money. If you get to the Sanctuary and decide it isn't for you, that's fine. Keep the money and I'll still manufacture an alibi for you. If you choose to stay, we can find things for you to do that are better suited to your gifts." The large cathedral looking structure appeared, coming up on their right. Roland took a sharp right into the alley adjacent,then turning right again into the back lot of the Sanctuary. he turned the truck off, the keys disappearing from the ignition. It was quieter and definitely more cozy. "So, what's your answer?"
“I do hope that I will be the one that pulls the trigger in your case.”
It would beat looking at some fat faced Frenchie, that's for sure. Roland imagined he would even get a wink in for her before his lights went out. No time for fantasies. Business she wanted and business she would get. Once he turned and began speaking, he watched her slink off to the sink and hang her head in pointed resignation. Good. He was tired of toying with her. Her head turned over her shoulder, eyes locking.“By air you mean you’re stealing the X-Jet, I assume. You’re far more crazy than I thought."
In that short nurse dress, head over her shoulder looking back at him, it was hard to really pay much attention to her. " Not sure if that's a compliment, but I'll take it as one. You know I used to live near here? I watched the Mansion all the time when I worked for Slate. Watched that beautiful jet take off from beneath the basketball court many times. So yes, I want to give it a spin." Her head bent back over, hair hanging, hands braced on the sink for impact. There was some mumbling about wanting to return to her job. Silly lass had no clue what she had gotten herself into. Roland wasn't the one to pull the curtain back.
He listened with vague interest as Alexandra spelled out the particulars of her plan. It seemed sound enough, though he didn't really care for the parts about keeping her cover here at the Mansion. If she were more open to his needs, he might. But as it stood, she wanted him dead and could easily turn the whole situation over on him once they got to a certain point. The basement wasn't exactly full of exits. Roland kept nodding, though he particularly wanted to finish his cigarette. he'd wait until they were out of the Infirmary. She'd be much too busy performing as the helpless victim. The thought brought a smile to his face. Who on Earth would ever believe that?
Oh, well. It was her show for the cameras. The curved blade came from beneath his shirt once more, the paper hat removed by request, folded and put in his pocket. "Any more requests, darling? No? Then let's get this show on the road." He stood aside, leaving space for her to pass him. "Ladies first."
Roland was surprised that the creature had passed on the loot. Someone who had no compunction about stabbing a policeman with a stinger found it troubling to steal? It was a strange world he lived in.“Thank you for the offer, but I helped you because I couldn’t watch another mutant get killed. Not because I wanted something from you, but really, thank you.” Ah. She was one of those. This particular type of mutant was popular in his current organization, at least from a level of propaganda. Perhaps they could head that way and talk it over.
“That would probably be best. I’d prefer not to get in trouble for this. I was leading a normal life with a normal job, but that ship has probably sailed.”
Roland shrugged as he entered the Bronco's driver side, holding the pants in waiting for her to climb into the back. She managed it surprisingly well, though he believed it might be an awkward fit for her. How could he guess at the ergonomics of such a thing anyway? " I don't see why you can't still work your day job. Though, if you didn't mind bending the rules occasionally, I'm sure I could find you some work that would fit you better. You would also be surrounded by other mutants who felt like you do about the mutant...situation." Let the flag wavers wave their flags, as long as it produced results.
"Come on. I really want to get out of here."
The ignition turned, the pants passed, and in a moment they were out in traffic. Roland turned the mirror slightly to attempt to seem passably chivalrous, though once she started to change, the mirror found itself moved back to its original position, hands-free. " The place I speak of is called the Sanctuary. It is a haven for wayward mutants like ourselves. Maybe you can have a look around there, see if it fits for you. Also, I can arrange an alibi for you as far as today. If you are so worried about your day job." Roland hoped she would go down the path. Maybe the wrong one for her, maybe not. Definitely the right one for the Order.
