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.
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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.
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"I'm not really sure if they were viewed as people or what--like, in the human sense." He tilted back where he sat, idly balancing on his butt before tipping back forward. "But they're equal with human in Allah's eyes, yeah. And they can choose to be good or bad, just like humans can." That was a big deal: angels, devils, animals? They didn't really get the choice: they had their nature, and they acted the part. Humans and jinn? They were God's special creations, the ones who could choose their own destinies.
Jiri gave a bit of a shrug. "It wasn't nice or not nice, really. It's just what I grew up with. Not like I knew I was going to turn out to be a jinn when I was saying Allahu Akbar every morning. I might be reading way too much into jinn being mutants, anyway, and maybe every imam ever disagrees with me. But it just feels like it fits, you know? I'm going to have to find a mosque around here, ask some questions."
He blinked at his roommate's next question. And had his own question, however ill advised: "Are those still a thing? Like, really? 'Devil be gone' and all that? Yeah, umm, that was not a big concern in my house. Though I thought my mom was going to ground me for life when she found out I'd possessed my sister. Also when I stabbed that guy." That last part was said maybe a little faster and a little quieter than the rest. He probably wouldn't have shared it with anyone here, an hour ago. But Alex had leveled with him. It seemed only fair. "Umm. Something you should know? The narcolepsy thing. It was going on for awhile. Most of this year. Way before we figured out anything was happening while I was out. I'm... not always the best at figuring out what's real or not anymore. Haven't actually slept in a few months. I'm at the Mansion because it was this, juvie, or the psych ward."
Which was really petty in comparison with Alex's situation. He hadn't even stabbed the guy with a real knife, just a stupid plastic cafeteria one. And he'd had people to vouch for him with the cops: his family, his friends, his teachers. They cut this deal with the Mansion before he'd ever been in any real trouble. His roommate didn't have any of that, did he? None of the support network, no one on his side of the court.
He shifted gears, somewhat awkwardly. "So. I know we basically just met and all, but just saying, you should totally come to my house for Thanksgiving. My dad's Muslim, but my mom's really not, so we pretty much have all the holidays. You could meet him, talk religion. He knows way more about this stuff than I do. I mean, if you didn't already have plans. Also, I guarantee my mom is going to ask have you made any friends, and being able to shove you at her would really help."
Yep. They were friends. That had apparently happened, somewhere during this craziness.
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Alex looked a lot more relaxed with the camera off. Jiri didn't begrudge him the continued use of his other pillow. His closed the laptop (because otherwise, he would start browsing somewhere stupid, just out of habit), and sat crossed legged with his own pillow in his lap.
"Yeah, it totally does. They're not called 'mutants,' but I think that's just because we have an older word for it." He scratched at his curls. "Ever hear of the jinn? We've got a lot of traditions about people that have crazy powers. Your bible just says that God created man, right? The Quran says he created man and jinn. They get mentioned a lot, in the same breath. They're not angels or devils or anything, they've got the same freewill we do. They're just... badass. Humans were made of clay, jinn were made of fire. You respect jinn like you respect fire."
He fluffed his pillow a little, then set his elbows on it. "I mean, I haven't talked it over with my imam or anything, but I feel like maybe Muslims have known about mutants for a lot longer than the West. And my dad was pretty chill when we found out about my power. Like, 'Ahhh, that explains it. Want to watch this game with me?' cool. My mom had to yell at him to get him to sit down with us and talk about it. I think she thought he was repressing some deep emotion, but he seemed confused by how worked up she was."
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Aug 6, 2015 23:14:38 GMT -6
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"You press the red button thing. The one that says 'end call' if you hover your mouse?"
nuuuu don't leave us
thanks for talking this has been pretty cool
good luck man if you need fake witnesses at your trial i'll toots lie for you
get well soon
we totally need more mutants doing this, it's been awesome
The internet continued to say its goodbyes as Jiri wrapped a hand over the webcam, then leaned over to help Alex find the right button.
"Seriously though," he asked, "Does the bible have mutants? That would explain a lot about why people are freaking out in this country, if Christians didn't grow up with this stuff."
He'd been to the middle east a few times with his dad, meeting relatives, getting fawned over by aunts he didn't know. Granted he'd never lived there, but he'd picked up a different vibe towards mutants. More like... cautious respect? Most of the middle east had jinn in their traditions, and a lot of places had still believed in them, really believed. And what were jinn but freaky people with powers that God hadn't granted to man? When mutants became public knowledge, he got the sense that a lot of older Muslims had looked at the west and said the Farsi equivalent of, 'well duh.'
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Jiri made sure to make a serious face at her question on trustworthiness. A most serious face. "Hmm. That might take a few dances."
He laughed at her reaction to the drinks. "Yeah. I know exactly what you mean." He sipped his pink, and leaned against the patio rail. "It's all a little... much, isn't it? I mean, my school would spend half a year doing fundraisers do get a night like this. I mean it's cool, but it's like... if this is what a normal weekly meeting is like, for a dance club, then what do they do for prom? It's like mutants scale up way too fast. If that makes any sense?" He sipped his drink, turning a little pink himself. He was pretty sure that didn't make any sense. But it was still a feeling he had.
"Ithica, huh? Pretty far upstate." Like three or four hours, wasn't it? "I from good ol' Warwick Valley High." It was still about an hour and a half away, but it wasn't too bad. If he wanted to hop a bus and go home for a weekend, he could.
"So what brought you to Xavier's?" He flushed a little, and gave a self-deprecating smile. "Umm, besides the obvious. Did you just get your power, too?"
She wasn't a freshman; she was probably a Sophomore like him, or maybe a Junior. The point being that she was obviously another transfer student to Xavier's Sister School For Gifted and Talented Youth.
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Shipping, honey. InvasionOfTheBS supplied. It's called shipping, not pairing. Don't worry, I'll teach you allll about teh interwebs...
Because seriously, someone had to. He'd kind of grasped before, when he was getting this chat session set up, that Alex wasn't very tech savvy. But Jiri was starting to feel like he'd dropped a toddler into the deep end. Had his roommate really had any idea what he'd be getting into, when he'd agreed to this? The results were arguably hilarious, and if the people on the other end of the chat were anything like he was, they really were getting a better idea of how human mutants could be, so no harm done. But if Alex wasn't... Alex, then this could have been an utter disaster.
For himself, Jiri hadn't really paused to reconcile his religion with his mutation. It was still... really new. But the Quran was really specific: "For God says, I created man and jinn for no other purpose than to worship Me only." He'd just always assumed he fell under the "man" heading, but all the same scriptures still applied to jinn, he was pretty sure.
...It might be a good time to find a new mosque, actually. He'd need to figure out if there was one anywhere in this neighborhood.
Huh. Did Christians have jinn?
did you know there's mutants in the Quran? they don't call them mutants but they're totally in there. are there any in the bible or is your church in denial about all that? InvasionOfTheBS asked. He cast a curious look over the computer at the teen. Knowing his new roommate wasn't practicing was good, actually: super religious Christians could get a little uptight when they spotted a prayer rug in their space. Praying at school had always been a weird tango of finding teachers who were cool with kids using their office at lunch time, and avoiding everyone who might be a dick about it.
He tuned back in to what Alex was saying, and got struck by the mental image of a pre-teen preparing to survive on his own. That... sucked.
As did the question about his parents, and the way Alex looked when he was answering it.
He opened up a notepad on his phone, and typed a question before holding it up. You want to stop? These guys will probably just get more and more invasive. You don't need to answer the personal stuff if you don't want. Also they'll probably go all day if you let them.
Because the internet had more collective free time than any mere mortal.
Also, they were totally finding out who Alex's parents were. That was just a thing that had to happen, now. Jiri had seen the look on his face; those weren't the eyes of someone who was at peace not knowing.
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The woman knelt down when addressing the Queen of Kangaroos, which was only proper. Either that or she was being condescending to children and then she would pay. But the Queen was generous enough to give this wayward stranger the benefit of the doubt.
The seven year old followed the woman's gaze back to Jiri's rather unconcious form. When she turned back toward the gate, there was a fierce grin under her freckles. She stood tall, super tall, as tall as her tip-toes could make her, and looked down on the crouching woman.
"Let him be an example to you! Of what happens when an adult crosses the Kangaroo Queen!" The kids around her dissolved into fits of laughter. "If you wish to enter my kingdom, you must, ah--"
Just then, a little boy came tearing over from the fence by the edge of the forest, yelling as he came: "-agondragondragondragon there's a dragon!" He doubled over in front of the boy in the tree. "Your majesty there's a--"
"She's the queen now," the boy said, pointing at Jiri's new host.
The boy took in a gulp of air, and ran over. "There's a dragon! Like a huge black dragon! It got Gwen or maybe she's controlling and it might have been kissing someone and it is evil!"
The Queen considered this issue carefully. Yes. Kissing was evil, it was true. A kissing dragon was the worst trial her kingdom had yet suffered.
She turned back to the blonde woman at the gates. "If you wish to enter my kingdom, you must prove yourself worthy with a quest. Become my knight, and fight the evil dragon!"
"Minions," the kangaroo girl gestured expansively, "open the gates!"
The plant boy made his vines retreat back into the earth. The boy who'd fried the com system earlier came over, and helpfully fried the lock, too. The gates popped open with a fizzle and a puff of smoke.
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The girl vouched for her own wakefulness, if not for his.
Fair enough.
So he should... not get her killed. That would be the best for both of them. Even if this did still feel a little like one of those running-from-a-monster-you-can't-escape dreams.
Oh god no.
...Was probably not the reaction she was expecting, when she mentioned the X-men. He took a moment to glance down at her chest (he definitely hadn't been looking for an excuse to do that since the beginning). Big freaking blue X confirmed.
Umm. I think I go to school with you? Well, not right now. Because you're not in summer school. Or I guess we'd already have met. But I started, like, two weeks ago--
He was rambling and he knew it. He shut himself up with an effort.
Walk into a mirror. Sure. Okay. Can't be harder than aiming a bow.
If it was, they were dead. Jiri let out a long breath, closed their eyes, and walked face first at the mirror they'd been huddled behind. This is totally going to work, he chanted in their had. Definitely. Completely. Hundred percent.
He figured if he didn't know exactly when they were going to hit it, it had a better chance of working. Still. They really should have faceplanted by now, shouldn't they?
He cautiously pried open an eyelid, and stopped walking. They were in some kind of black hall, surrounded by... well, mirrors. It was like the world had inverted itself, and only the mirrors had stayed the same. So this was the other side of the looking glass.
Jiri O'Leary. Nice to meet you. If you tell me your name is Alice, I'm giving up on reality.
So. Is fighting laser death clowns really a school club?
That's what the X-Men were, right? The spandex club?
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Scaring me was never a good thought. Stop lying to children.
On that note, sure her possession was different. Sure. No need to spare his feelings at this point. Really.
...Okay maybe a little sparing of feelings would have been okay. Because suddenly they were doing that weird monochrome texture vision thing and they were seeping into his mouth and nose and he was aware of every alveoli in his lungs and every vein and every artery in a way he'd never ever wanted to be. The dimensions were all right, but the fit was all wrong. He wasn't himself: he was wearing himself, like a wrinkled suit.
"Bad touch," Jiri said. In her voice. In his body. Oh god.
I think I need an adult who is not you.
The water didn't even register. Hydration was so very far down his list of concerns right now.
This isn't what it feels like when I possessed you, is it?
Because he was never using his power again if it was. He would drink all the coffee in the world, and never sleep again.
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"Huh. Practice." He realized belatedly that he sounded way too thoughtful, and doubled down by sagely brushing an invisible goatee, hoping to push things over the line from serious response to incredibly not serious response. "I see, I see. That must be hard, for some of them. I get people like Cold Steel--just practice making ice sculptures. But what do, like, psychics do? Do people just volunteer to have their brains shuffled?"
Not that he was interested. Totally causal question, that.
His other question had hit a nerve. In retrospect, questioning the legality of the club's activities probably wasn't the way to make friends. It was like asking about divorce views on a first date.
It did not surprise him that she'd researched the law behind this, and was apparently keeping tabs on cases that might set a legal precedent.
It did disturb him that "circumstantial and vague" were apparently the extent to which he was legally protected. So. Never appearing on the front lawn again? Yeah. That was his new plan.
And now she was turning things back on him. Yet another thing he should have seen coming.
Jiri self-consciously tucked his phone away. "Xavier's," he said, slouching a little in his seat, and putting his feet up on the coffee table. She didn't ask if he'd asked for permission first, so he didn't supply that information. It wouldn't have helped his case. "To be honest? I really didn't think about all this legal and ethical stuff until about a millisecond before that came out of my mouth. Sorry. Didn't mean to harp on your hobby. I didn't just kind of took it. But it's not like I'm posting it online, like you--like some of the people in your club do. I guess I'm starting to think that's maybe not cool, if you don't have their permission? It's not like we'r--they're celebrities, or anything."
A little slip up there. He barreled past it, hoping she missed it.
"They're just high schoolers. They're probably too stupid to even choose for themselves until they're adults. High schoolers aren't known for their sound reasoning, as much we'd like to think otherwise."
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Aug 6, 2015 20:14:44 GMT -6
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Updated with list of those signed up! Mirror, Ghosty, and Ambrose, methinks we need to finish current threads first to make sure we keep our timelines straight. Scorch, Aura, Victor--methinks I'll run through you in order. PM your way, Scorch.
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Aug 6, 2015 19:55:53 GMT -6
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He said my name! *swoon* InvasionOfTheBS glibly typed, while Jiri met his roommates eyes with a shameless grin. He had to press his face into the pillow to muffle his laughter as the fangirls joined in on that bandwagon:
sooooo jealous!
omg your childern: NotYourBoyfriend + InvasionOfTheBS = NotYourBS!
or InvasionOfYourBoyfriend
yessssss XD
we will buy a chihuahua for our first pet, InvasionOfTheBS helpfully contributed. it will be our practice baby
The internet. It was a beautiful, horrible place.
It was also a place that let out a collective squeeeee as Alex hugged a pillow. Vulnerable-but-tough, honest with his feelings, still rocking the tousled sleeps-on-buses hair... If Jiri wasn't sitting right next to the teen, he'd be half-convinced that Alex was doing this on purpose.
Apparently he wasn't the only one. No pillow could contain his laughter from the next question to pop up:
is your hair real?
He managed to swallow his laughter when Alex glanced over at him. It wasn't a happy, laughing look. The backstory. He'd heard a little of it, but there were new details here. Like the whole possessed by demons thing. What kind of podunk town had Alex been raised in? That was... that was not even cool, that a kid could honestly think that about himself, live with that, with no one to really talk to.
Does your mutation affect your religious beliefs? Someone asked. A tangent from the thought of demons, probably.
How does a 13 yr old even survive? InvasionOfTheBS typed. I mean, before you found other people.
Because seriously. Jiri thought of himself at thirteen, and he couldn't picture it. Hell, he thought of himself now at sixteen, and he still couldn't picture it. He wasn't made for life without hot showers, outlets, and wifi.
Have you ever contacted your parents and let them know you were OK?
Do you know if either of your parents were mutants?
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Jiri's feet kept the time for him as he switched from partner to partner. The dance was familiar, even if the stage wasn't. For the first time since he came to the Mansion, he found himself forgetting he was at the Mansion. Even when one of his partners had fox ears, even when he was pretty sure the gems set at the corner of another's eyes weren't just stick-on accessories, he still found himself having a good time. The fox girl could dance. The gem girl not so much. But that was all normal, at a ceili--there were always a few who'd been doing this since they were babes, and a few who were just getting their toes wet. He was a perfect gentleman with the latter. The former? Those he took for a proper ceili swing.
Maybe this place wouldn't be so bad. At least there were a few people around with good taste in music.
The closing bars brought them all back to their original places. The caller gave the command that ended most ceili dancers: "Bow to your partner!"
Jiri, holding Janelle's hand, obliged with a deep bow and a grin. His dance partner wasn't the only one who broke out clapping; that was another thing that tended to happen at the end of a good dance.
"I see you survived." He adopted a mock-somber face, hooking a thumb into his suspenders. "Alas, now that you know my secret dance ninja identity, I must keep you close. For the good of my clan." A solemn nod accompanied this serious proclamation, and a shameless stealing of her hand. Secret dance ninjas were nefarious like that.
He led her over to the side, where he'd spied a drink table set up. The usual high school ensemble: unidentifiable pinkish liquid in a punch bowl, water in a cooler, plastic dixie cups stacked next to each. Just to prove that they could top that, there was also a mini ice sculpture of a faerie that showed zero signs of having been carved. Jiri was beginning to suspect something: mutant teenagers liked to show off, didn't they?
"Pink or water?" He asked his secret dance ninja captive, grabbing some cups. There were usually a few minutes between dances, for catching one's breath and socializing.
He leaned against the wood railing of the patio, and sipped his own cup of mystery pink. It was very... pink. "So. Umm. Where did you go to school before this?" That seemed a safe enough question.
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There were three of them in this conversation, but only two voices. Jiri made sure to differentiate himself from Ghost with a sheer note of incredulous panic.
"Yeah not helping! You think? Please tell me, and be very honest, when has stepping on someone ever been the correct answer?" That foot was way too close to his head, as his(her) wildly gesticulating hands were making abundantly clear (when Ghost wasn't fighting him to keep them still. The result really ended up looking more like one-woman patty-cake than proper pointing.)
"I am not in the way!" He protested on principle. "We're, like, the only ones here! And I am very neatly tucked out of the way of foot traffic by this convenient kitchen island!" More patty-cake pointing. He knew he wasn't making much sense, but none of these options sounded good, especially the ones that involved anyone touching him. "And what do you even mean, hop in my... body... oh."
He facepalmed Ghost. Because she deserved it.
"If you were another body snatcher, maybe you could have mentioned that at some point. How do you stop possessing someone? Because I could really use a mentor, here."
Judging by the fact she hadn't volunteered that information when it first became highly relevant, he assumed she didn't want the role. Sure. Fine. Whatever. Because there were so many other body snatchers he could talk to about his problems. Her implicit rejection didn't sting. At all.
He jiggled a defeated hand Susan's way, like you'd shoo a dog or a very annoying second grader. "No water. Don't make me come over there."
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Jiri's eyebrows slowly ascended his forehead as Alex's dissertation on genetics began. And continued. And continued. And...
OK seriously how do you even know all that? Going for your doctorate in applied genetics? InvasionOfTheBS asked. Also did you just call humans chihuahuas? You are a bad man and I am going to quote you on that
It was weird, listening to some of Alex's answers. They weren't the same ones Jiri would have given. Like the murderous mutant one. 'Talk down' a murderous mutant? He tried to visualize that, against any of the horror stories he'd grown up seeing on the news. The girl who could manipulate her bones? Your bones, if you let her get her hands on you? He could picture his agonized death scream a lot more clearly than he could picture what he'd say to her. How about the guy who giant-sized himself and went on drunken frat boy rampages every now and again? The guy wasn't even angry at the world, he just liked to knocked buildings over and punt cars when he was tipsy. Would the guy even hear him if he tried 'talking him down'? He was, like, two stories taller than Jiri.
Maybe that would work against someone like Alex or him, someone who was still human when you got right down to it. But some of these other mutants--
Oh my god, Jiri realized. I'm a total racist.
Except that racism felt a hell of a lot like basic self-preservation instincts. He had a sudden insight into the mind of homo sapiens zealotous.
More questions, coming a little more slowly now.
How have you been discriminated against for being a mutant
How did you come out to your parents?
Did you always know you were a mutant or did you experiment?
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There was a cavalier attitude with which Alex shrugged off the question about his past injuries. Jiri stared down at his own phone, watching the questions roll in. Sometimes on accident, sometimes not. He said it like it wasn't a big deal; like it was unavoidable. Jiri's thumbs tapped lightly over his phone.
Is it normal for mutants to be attacked like that? InvasionOfTheBS asked. One among the many questions popping up on the chat screen. After a moment, he added, How can humans tell we're mutant if we don't even look it?
He noticed Alex looking at him, and glanced back up, tuning back in. Random mutations, dangerous, yeah. These people seemed really focused on how to get powers of their own. Jiri couldn't blame them, honestly--it seemed cool on paper. Get a super power. Fly or grow pretty flowers or light things on fire with your brain. But even with his scant experience as a mutant, he was with Alex on this one. People only heard about the cool mutations on the news, or the dangerous ones--the mutants who made it into the spotlight, for good or ill. No one ran specials on the people whose powers just sucked. And this wasn't like going off to see the wizard: your genetics didn't take special requests.
...Alex blamed no one but his attackers. Jiri shifted uncomfortably at that answer; guilty.
Also, Alex had apparently never been on a date before.
"Wait, what? Seriously?" He blurted out, belatedly clapping a hand over his mouth. But the chat had heard him.
Who was that?
Boxerbriefs speaks!
dude take your roomie clubbing or something, be a bro
yeah be a bro, hook him up with a hot mansion chick
Of course, Alex was only making it worse with that hand-through-hair action. The comments not directed at Jiri were clearly a flurry of fangirls swooning. Jiri raised an eyebrow at Alex, then dramatically repeated the finger combing gesture, with possibly a bit more drama than his roommate had preformed it with. Maybe a bit more shaking of his luxuriant locks at the end, too. He smirked, and mouthed, Showoff.
Jiri preemptively half-hid himself behind his pillow at that last question, but Alex only winked at him. He made a face back at the mention of his own power being cooler. In what ways was sleeping walking into a homicide cool?
Also, body guard? He shook his head, and threw the pillow at his roommate.
New questions were coming in. It was rapidly becoming clear that if they ever did something like this again, someone would need to moderate out the idiot questions.
One of my great-great-grandmothers was a mutant princess, you think we could be related?
Is there such a thing as a half mutant? Like, half human?
can I become a mutant by a transfusion of mutant blood?
Do mutants with physical mutations ever have trouble "getting it on"?
Then again, some of the questions were stupidly legit.
what's the best way to calm down a murderous mutant?
Alot of people fear mutants and they have caused alot of damage and deaths what do you have to say on the matter
