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?
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Posted by Twyla Ashby on May 16, 2010 18:06:35 GMT -6
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Hah! Victory thy name is the sweet name of vindication, of contact, and of a satisfactory blue smear of paint on skin! Well, at least that's what 'Small Victory's name is. Twyla finally managed to do it, she'd hit him. Not very hard and not anywhere that it really counted (and she had the sneaking suspicion that it wouldn't happen again) but she'd hit him. Although she didn't want to admit it, that little moment felt good. It was probably bad that she found enjoyment in hitting someone...but he'd just made her so mad...
The moment was short-lived. The blonde's wrist was captured not a second later, totally hindering any movements that she could attempt. In the next confusing second she was rolled so that she was the person with a back pressed to the floor. After that she was released and Sam got up in a quick hop that took him away from the girl on the ground. Brown eyes blinked several times and then Twyla sighed and awkwardly hefted herself to her feet (the gloves made it harder to use her hands to get up).
The girl said nothing in response to his 'Will you look at that!', she was too busy deciding whether or not it would be a good idea to take the gloves off and chuck them at him. He was a teacher...but at the same time she'd just spent the last however-many-minutes trying to punch him, how bad was throwing something at him at this point? Deep breaths were taken as she stood there, waiting to see what she was supposed to be doing next. After more air had entered her body and calmed down her rapidly beating heart it seemed like a silly idea to be chucking something...
The right glove was chucked anyway, like a little kid throwing a tantrum she'd just thrown the blue stained glove at a Mansion teacher. It was a good throw, mind you, Twyla noted that Nate would be proud of her arm. In her mind it was a legitimate gesture, he had asked her how she was feeling. It wasn't really a good representation of what was going on inside though. Another deep breath. "I was really really mad..." She bit her lip, mulling it over. "Now I'm mostly just really annoyed and embarrassed. Is Gawain still getting into trouble?" All at once features that had been simmering in annoyance morphed into something softer and worried. It was like a light switch went off in the girl's brain--there were more important things to deal with than her issues, what if Gawain was still getting a rougher training simulation becuase of her stupid mistake?
Posted by Twyla Ashby on May 15, 2010 18:48:48 GMT -6
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"Shit." Twyla Ashby reserved cussing for select moments of high emotion. Normally she refrained from such language but when you were expecting to go one way and you were pulled down quite another you uttered your surprise in a grunt or a scream or a swear word--it was how the world worked. There wasn't any other option besides being pulled, there was a hand on her shoulder and on her hip that was dangerously close to being around her waist. Not appreciated, decidedly not appreciated. This was much too close for comfort and while part of the blond was angry and frustrated about the whole thing another part of her felt uncomfortable and awkward. So, naturally, Twyla blushed--which only made her more mad and embarrassed. It was a vicious cycle.
The odds of the wrong idea being given by the blush were high. He'd said it himself--there were girls who wouldn't mind the turn in events. That particular blond girl decidedly minded it but her blush said she was thinking something beyond the frustration. Kill me now. Not fun.
This was turning into an overly complicated mess. Twyla decided quickly that she had two options: attempt to struggle and get up (her blush liked this idea) or attempt to make the most of the close quarters. It seemed stupid to waste the opportunity that had presented itself--she knew she wasn't fast and if they got up she might not get close to him again. It was best to go with option two...that and she really was really digging the idea of hitting him right then. A small smirk as the blush receded back to its base of operations.
She was basically half standing above the teacher so the blond relaxed her legs and let herself fall down but she attempted to move forward so she'd land somewhere in the middle of his chest--it seemed as good a spot as any. As she did so her free arm came down as well, as if she was going to keep herself in a sitting position by bracing herself and landing with the glove somewhere near his shoulder. The fact that she had no idea what she was doing didn't cross Twyla's mind this time--she was focused on getting even for making her blush and calling her 'tiger', how old was she, nine? He was really starting to get on her nerves.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on May 15, 2010 18:26:44 GMT -6
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Twyla gave a small smile and nodded when Emerald said they'd probably come around to the idea of Twyla having a part-time girlfriend. The wolf girl was wrong and the blond could feel it in her gut. If she told they her parents weren't going to like it, happy Twyla or no. Mutation was at least 'natural' and 'explainable' to her parents...the possibility that she was...nevermind, too big thoughts for such a late hour. Her tiredness was suddenly catching up with Twyla and she was acutely aware of her desire to crawl upstairs and attempt to sleep.
Emerald yawned. Twyla yawned in response
"Now it's time to at least pretend to go back to bed." A definite nod. Sleep sounded good even if it was dangerous to close her eyes. Part of her was so tired that it didn't even care about nightmares--she'd deal with them later. It would all be okay so long as she could manage class the next morning. One night at a time. One day at a time. It was all good, or something. With a stretch Twyla launched herself towards the door, stumbling a bit as she did so.
She almost made it to the door the the Rest of the Mansion before she slipped on the floor. With a laugh the girl sat on the tile for a minute. "You coming?" She asked her friend, looking up at her with a tired grin on her face. "C'mon, I'll try to walk you to you door." Twyla scrambled to her feet and leaned against the door frame in a stance she stole from her girl/boyfriend (who did it sooooo much better), she was the knock-off of casual grace with her arms in front of her and her shoulder slouching a bit.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on May 10, 2010 15:59:12 GMT -6
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Her arm was freed and her other arm...well, let's just say she'd done things much more coordinated with it in the past. Much less embarrassing things too like practicing on the uneven bars or performing a dance routine. Why couldn't he have asked her to do something more like that? Something more in her element and less violent--the answer to that was obvious, but still. It would be nice to get punished with jungle gym time or something, at least then she wouldn't feel like such a freaking idiot.
Speaking of feeling like an idiot, apparently she was breathing right but it still felt like a burn when the sound was exaggerated. Breathing was easy, she could do breathing--she'd been practicing breathing ever since she started with gymnastics, it was important for physical activity. It was frustrating how easy it was to make her feel dumb about something so natural. The girl's frustration was growing and it was showing on her face in the set of her mouth which had become a thin line.
It was frustration, infuriating, and ridiculous. Twyla was sick of feeling stupid. She was sick of feeling pathetic when faced with something scary or challenging. Oh, and she was seriously sick of this teacher waving her girl/boyfriend in her face like some bargaining chip or something. Dude, not cool. The blond estimated the distance between them as she silently fumed. Three yards-ish. Great, that would mean she'd have to run and then I'll get over there and mess it up again and look like a total mess and get Gawain into trouble because of me and my big mouth. Well, usually it wasn't a very big mouth...
Just do something...I am so glad I'm wearing loose jeans today. The girl rolled her eyes at herself and then started towards her, er, target. She was actually running faster than she thought she was going to, her legs fueled by the chemicals released when someone is flustered. At first the girl had planned on going for Sam head on, but when she neared him she sidestepped to the right (because she almost tripped the moment before) and her side was pivoted towards the man. Twyla had decided in the last moment to try and ram her shoulder into the aggravating self defense teacher (it was either that or falling over herself, she chose the more creative option).
Posted by Twyla Ashby on May 10, 2010 15:30:01 GMT -6
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"Oh, they know I'm here." Oops, she forgot to mention part of her story. "You see, I was at the Sanctuary for a while and then my Grandma found me...she'd been looking since I ran away. Basically she told me I'd be coming here and made me call my parents." Twyla could still remember the night that she'd used a phone card to call her parents and tell them about her mutation. Her mom still wasn't totally fine with it but...
"It's gotta be hard for them, Em. You expect your kids to be safely normal...and one of them isn't." It was weird how clear things were getting as soon as she had to verbalize her ideas. "I'm sure my mom wants my life to be simple and easy and that means human in this day and age--I think she realizes that my life is gonna be that much harder now and she feels guilty....Maybe she doesn't want me home because she doesn't want to set me up for everyone's judgment..." The blond trailed off, tasting the words for truthfulness. Hmmm....what an interesting concept.
I feel mature...
"My brothers are cool with it and for the most part so are my sisters...It's just, different, ya know? I can't tell what my dad thinks but I know Mom has been having a tough time." She was quiet for a moment and then Twyla laughed. "I wonder if it would be easier for her to deal with my having a part-time girlfriend...?" More giggles. Probably not...maybe...it was hard to tell...she'd probably have to get on to that if she and the Morris kid ever got serious...well, more serious since she was pretty sure that one person saying 'I love you' in a relationship made things a little more serious than a random study hall hook up.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on May 5, 2010 14:06:43 GMT -6
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Twyla smiled when Em said her words meant a lot to her. "Good." A firm nod was given after this. Hopefully some of what they had said was sticking with the wolf girl, that was all she could ask for. The blond knew she always had to come around to something by herself, so it was good that she and Maya/Gawain had planted the seeds in Emerald's mind--the rest was up to the redhead herself.
"Well, I'm probably not going back to sleep--" A glance at the clock on the stove. "for a while. I can't make myself fall asleep after a nightmare, I just have to tire myself out." She rubbed her face. "We can go up to my room or something and talk if you want though, Em."
She wanted her story?
Twyla could talk about that, it was getting easier. First though, she had to clean up that ice cream mess; she couldn't see it from where she was but she could feel its icy stare boring chocolate chip shaped holes in her back. Pushing off from the counter, she grabbed the bowl and walked to a garbage can. Half of the remaining mass of mint had melted and the rest was on the verge. As she scooped out what she could Twyla began speaking. "I was sixteen and at a party where we were playing Truth or Dare. I got dared to spend some time in this creepy old house we all said was haunted. Some jerks from the football team deiced it would be fun to--" The scrapping done, she headed towards the sink to rinse out the sticky bowl. "Try and scare me."
She paused as the water ran. "It worked and I tried to hide--they came into the room I was in but didn't see me. I looked down and realized why. I ran away the next day. Long and boring story later I ended up here." There wasn't much inflection, it was a lame story but it was hers and she was coming to grips with her fear of her mutation.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on May 5, 2010 10:08:23 GMT -6
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Twyla Ashby never watched horror movies on principle. When she was little they gave her nightmares, recently she figured out that there were things in real life that could give you nightmares. Horror was definitely out. Maya had given her free choice of the collection of movies that the Mansion possessed. It had taken a few minutes, but she'd found some drama film that took place in New York in the 1920s--the blond had never heard of it but she figured the costumes would be interesting and it probably had some sleep-inducing properties.
She was right on both counts.
Not long after the opening credits rolled the other girl was asleep, her deep breathing tickling Twyla's neck. When she realized Maya was asleep, the blond smiled and untangled herself so that the sleeper could be more comfortable and tucked her in on the couch as best she could before retreating to the floor. Despite the tiredness in her body, Twyla managed to keep awake for most of the three hour long movie--it was interesting and she was worried about the reappearance of her nightmares.
When Twyla finally fell asleep her nightmares were diluted by women in flapper dresses and men smoking on street corners. (The twins didn't look very good in period clothing and Cthulhu had no place in a speakeasy so the scary moments were few and far between.)
Posted by Twyla Ashby on May 4, 2010 19:34:56 GMT -6
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Sleeping arrangement? Girl say what? At first Twyla had been nodding to that statement and then...and then she realized that 'take some getting used to' implied more time spent on the 'getting used to' part which meant they'd be sharing her bed on more than one occasion. The nodding stopped and from her position on her stomach the girl cocked her head to the side and blinked at Maya a few times. It was like they were putting the fast forward button into overdrive on their just-started-officially-a-few-hours-ago-relationship. I love you. Let's move in together. Let's get married. Let's have kids.
It was almost funny, almost.
Whatever. Twyla didn't say anything--if Maya happened to be in her room around bedtime randomly that wasn't really a big deal, maybe it would help with the nightmares? Or at least with waking up from them. Twyla looked at Maya for a long moment and then she gave her a small smile in reply.
"I guess..." Images of burglaries as people at parties flashed though her mind. The blond didn't want to steal and she certainly wasn't in the mood to get all fixed up to go dancing so she'd leave it to Maya to find a more suitable option. She laughed at the drinking comment. "No, I still don't drink--and I prefer a post-monster make-out session myself." She smirked down at Maya and then sat up. "I betcha" cue heavy accent "somebody has left some good movie downstairs. I'm sure we could find something to watch." Before she could think anymore the girl had slid off the bed and was gathering up a blanket that had been nightmare-d off and pulled another one from the end of the bed.
"C'mon." The standing and walking had made her feel the tiredness again but soon Twyla and Maya were downstairs getting themselves settled on the couch.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on May 4, 2010 19:08:56 GMT -6
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Emerald kinda smiled at her as Twyla's question caught up with her. Oh my god, that was tactful--'Hey, that looks like an intensely upsetting story, why don't you tell me about it!' Way to be Twyla, way to be. The blond waited with baited breath for the smile to fall and some kind of hammer to be dropped on her from above. She couldn't believe that she'd just asked something like that, no thinking at all...well, actually she could and she felt guilty already for asking it.
Twyla waited and instead of a hammer she got some dry laughter. First person to ask her that question? Was that a good thing? Apparently Emerald thought it made Twyla brave but the girl wasn't convinced. It made her stupid and tactless probably but courageous? Probably not.
The wolf girl pulled her hair back and the blond could see the scars crisscrossing her back. When Emerald started speaking Twyla pulled herself up from behind on to the counter and watched and listened intently to the other girl's story. Brown eyes noted the tenseness at the mention of the labs, she was getting better and better at reading people. Em smiled but her eyes held nothing but the pain of whatever she'd gone through in that place. Her first instinct was to hug the girl again, but Twyla decided it would be best to let her get out what she needed to--it was obviously hard for her. I am such a jerk.
The talk of the guy from the house made Twyla tense up--he sounded like a true monster. She didn't like Em talking about something so terrible, not one bit. It made her angry and sick to her stomach and hopeless all at the same time. The world was such a scary place. Emerald scared was terrifying in itself, her body language almost freaked out the blond more than her words did.
She was the only person who knew the full story? Twyla would guard that information, lock it inside her--there was a lot of trust in the kitchen.
When Em was done talking the other girl hopped off the counter and hugged her for the second time that night. "Exactly, Em, you're not alone--it's better when you're not alone." The smaller girl squeezed with all her might and then went on. "And you were worried about being a monster." Another squeeze and then Twyla had stepped back, just looking at Emerald with a mixture of worry and comfort fighting across her features.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on May 4, 2010 10:06:36 GMT -6
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Sleep deprived? Twyla looked at the alarm clock on her bedside table; the glowing green clock face told her that it was 2:56 a.m. She blinked a few times at it and it changed to 2:57. For a moment that was almost funny and the girl found herself grinning at the clock before she realized that smiling at inanimate objects was decidedly weird. What wasn't weird was the fact that it was too late and too early to do anything, but was she still tired? Yes? No? Maybe? Kinda?
Twyla turned the smile from the clock down to the girl that was lying on her back. "Very, very sleep deprived." A giggle escaped her lips and almost turned into crazy laughter until it was silenced. "I'm not sleepy either--" Her hair was brushed from her face, funny it didn't occur to her earlier to do that, and Maya kissed her on the nose. Well--
"Now we either be 'responsible' and attempt to sleep." 'Responsible' was said as though it were a very stupid word.
Or we could--
"Or, we could do whatever it is that people do at three in the morning when they don't want to go back to sleep. I don't know what that is exactly..." This made her giggle again, but just a little bit. Part of her wanted to go to that place that they had been before five words got in the way, but another part of her didn't want to risk taking that path without knowing where it might lead them.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on May 4, 2010 9:48:49 GMT -6
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Her little...whatever it was hadn't gotten her anywhere. She hadn't really thought that it would...but it was disappointing just the same when you were hoping to do something and you failed at it. Scratch that, epically failed at it. Somehow he'd gotten behind her, she'd seen his feet move (she eyes were down turned) and felt the hand on her arm but Twyla was still confused when she ended up facing nothing but empty space and then wall. A small sigh escaped her lips. Her mind was already a step ahead of the man's words. I am so pathetic... Frustration was creeping into her mind as Sam chided her attempt at a punch.
Step it up, Ashby. A deep breath. I don't know what I'm doing. The girl bit her lip again and tried to focus herself. She needed to find her resolve, to find the logic that got her into stupid situations like this one (it was funny that usually she could convince herself to do pretty much anything). All she had to do was convince herself to do something she'd normally consider 'stupid'. This isn't even about you, Gawain's the one who's going to get it because you suck at this--suck it up Twyla and figure something out.
Another deep breath. Twyla's arm was still under his hand so she relaxed her arm and elbow, sliding it back and then down, hoping to get her arm free. She'd used something sort of similar in a situation at a club, but the guy with the soul patch had been crazy drunk. It might not work but it was the first thing she'd thought of. Twyla had to do something and doing another stupid something would at least get her more knowledge and would keep her from getting totally stuck...hopefully. ANything was better than just giving up.
Regardless of the state of her arm at the moment, the girl took a step forward and twisted to her left, hoping to at least touch part of the teacher this time. It wasn't pretty and it would probably result in putting her in an awkward position with her arm twisted behind her but the blond wasn't going for pretty. He'd just said to hit him and she figured the more blue paint she spread around the better. As she twisted, her arm came out in a wilder swing that was awkward from the position of her arm. It wasn't like in the movies or video games, Twyla didn't make any noise expect breathing--crying out in anger wasn't really her style and she wasn't angry quite yet, frustrated maybe, but not angry quite yet.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on May 4, 2010 6:23:41 GMT -6
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Hmmm...balance. It was all about balance--with pretty much everything. On a daily basis Twyla had to balance her need to do homework with her need to hang out with people and have fun. Most people tried to balance their meals. You had to balance when you moved so you wouldn't fall over. Why hadn't it occurred to her before? Probably because Twyla hadn't had to think enough on the matter to verbalize her ideas to someone. Sometimes things occurred to you after you had a change in perspective.
Did she want to talk about it? Part of her did and part of her didn't. She hadn't talked about it with Maya after she woke up in a fit and if she couldn't tell someone that...loved her...she'd at least tell Em about the feelings, she'd told Maya about those. "I hate them because they make me feel helpless. That monster from the park made me feel helpless. I hate that feeling." The blond paused and her eyes distractedly glanced at the wolf girl's shoulders that were visible because of her tank top. "And don't go saying I'm not helpless, because I am and that's about all there is to it. I'm not going to be helpless forever though." Something shone through from the back of her brown eyes with these words, something hard and determined.
Emerald had said other things, but her little glance had popped a different thought into the blonde's mind. It wasn't very polite, nor was it very nice as a friend, but Twyla suddenly found herself blurting: "Em, where'd you get your scars?"
Posted by Twyla Ashby on May 3, 2010 16:56:42 GMT -6
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Laughter was probably the cure for everything except maybe death. It was certainly the cure for awkwardness as Maya had begun to laugh. At first Twyla was very confused and mildly concerned and then there was no time to think as she was pulled down to the mattress in a fit of giggles and chuckling and happy sounds. What the heck?
Before she could think about it the blond was laughing as well. It started out as a nervous giggle and turned into a roaring laugh that rivaled Maya’s in its loudness. It was somewhere between midnight and morning and Twyla was tired and her brain hurt and she’d been jacked up on emotion for the last twelve hours and it felt so good to laugh–well, until her sides started to ache from laughing with such abandon.
There were tears streaming down her face when her giggles gave one last spluttering chortle and then died from lack of oxygen. Maya’s laughter started to die soon after and soon they were both lying on the bed and gasping. Soon the other girl began to attempt to speak. Her words made her laugh again–her point was so, so right. Everything that they’d done thus far, all the things that should have been easier...
“Oh my god, we totally do!” She was still giggling as she rolled over on her stomach, careful of Maya’s arms, so she could look the other girl in the face. Sleep and the pulling down had caused the bun on Twyla’s head to come loose and she was startled when a curtain of hair slid down hear forehead and obscured her vision behind wavy pink and gold locks. “I...I just can’t believe us...we’re defective or something...” There was still a giggle in her voice, and nothing angry or bitter. “Or maybe ‘unique’ is a better term?” She blew some hair out of her face and tried to look at Maya.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on May 3, 2010 16:21:28 GMT -6
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Two words were much easier to deal with, Twyla decided. Less is so much more sometimes. Cue intense blushing.
I. Love. You. Holy crap. Holy crap a million times over. Those three words were what Holy crap wanted to be when it grew up. Twyla wasn’t equipped to deal with ‘I love you’s. It was true that she had almost been prepared to ask about the whole thing about love that the twins had admitted when they were dissecting Gawain in front of everyone...but she’d decided that she didn’t need to know in that moment and that she didn’t want to make things weird.
They were weird. Twyla felt weird. Something in her stomach was jumping up and down and something else in her stomach was trying its hardest to drill a hole through the bottom of it. Oh my god....I don’t even–I can’t even....process. Holy crap. At first, the blond said nothing, her mouth drooped open slightly and she stared at the pattern of her comforter. When she looked back up, Maya was beet red and sputtering. Twyla felt the blush on her cheeks increase to levels decidedly not human and decidedly in the wall color range rather than the pink color family. With a mostly blank face she watched Maya explain herself. The girl didn’t even notice that she wasn’t responding, it didn’t occur to her. She was in some kind of state of shock. Her mind came back on after it seemed the other girl was done talking and she had a bit of time to process everything.
“Um...” She started our hesitantly, licking her lips and blinking a few times. I want to go back to sleep now. “Um...” A deep breath and then Twyla captured Maya’s hands inside of hers in an attempt at a comforting gesture. “Look,” she licked her lips again and brought her eyes to the pair across from her. Twyla didn’t even have to look down to know that her powers were creeping down her face and down her shoulders to cover Maya’s hands under hers as well.
“I really like you, if I didn’t we wouldn’t even be having this conversation–but I don’t know if I’m in love with you. I have no idea what that feels like--” A nervous giggle and a smile Maya probably could barely see. “But I know that I like you, a lot and I like spending time with you and you’re decidedly hot...” Another nervous giggle. “I appreciate you being honest, so I’m gonna be honest and say that I don’t know and it freaks me out a little bit that you...love me but it makes me kinda happy too and--” Confusion crossed her masked features. “I just...I don’t know. I really do really like you.” She squeezed Maya’s hand.
