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.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Jul 18, 2010 18:47:18 GMT -6
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“He had better not need to watch out for me.” The girl finally released the giggles she’d held in the last time she spoke.
Even without seeing his face, Twyla could tell that Gawain was smiling, she could feel it in the way her hands rose as his face stretched. A moment later her hands were pulled from his eyes and with a look over his shoulder Gawain proved his girlfriend right. I missed that smile. But she couldn't get lost in it--there were others present. Namely Sam, her teacher and the leader of the X-men--it probably wasn’t a good idea to ignore him.
“I’m good, camp was good.” She pulled her attention away from the smile for a moment to answer both of Sam’s questions in one breath. As she looked at the man with the one eye she could feel Gawain’s eyes on her face and this caused the typical blush to creep across her cheeks. Apparently her boyfriend had been enlisted to keep an eye on the party, but luckily, he was being let off the hook. Good. Soon Sam’s attention wavered as well and then there was hugging.
Twyla burrowed into the boy’s warmth, feeling all the homesickness she’d tried her best to ignore when she was away ebbing until it was all gone. There hadn’t been much contact since she’d left to meet her grandmother, which was also why her being home was a surprise. The Mansion was definitely home. This was where she needed to be. “I missed you too.” She mumbled into Gawain’s chest, hugging him close for another long moment before pulling back so she could get a full view of the ‘finery’. He is dressed up. Her face broke into a half smirk, half soft smile.
Untangling herself and reaching out a hand to the thing around his neck she gently tugged on the tie. “I like this--it makes you look fancy and sophisticated.” She looked at her boyfriend for another long moment, realizing exactly how much she had missed him. “Seriously, you look nice.” The softer smile won out on her face.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Jul 16, 2010 9:44:14 GMT -6
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Twyla Ashby was back and in her opinion: better than ever. For the past several weeks she’d been at a dace camp run by one of her grandmother’s many friends. The camp had been open to girls of all genetic make-up and her grandmother Kliensmith had signed Twyla up as the only openly mutant counselor willing to. The camp had been in South Carolina and after weeks of intense daily workouts and lots of time outside the young woman was much more tone than she’d been since arriving at the Mansion and she’d burned and peeled and now had a very healthy tan. Also, she’d gotten her blond and highlights touched up. Twyla felt good and she looked good and she knew it--it was nice to be back to her ‘typical’ dance self again and this showed in her smile and the way that she walked.
Yes, Twyla was back, and it was good to be back. No matter how fun it was to work with the girls of all ages and to meet new people there were plenty of others that she missed--one mirrorwalking gendershifter in particular had been in her thoughts more than any other. It would be good to see the Morris kid again--especially since she hadn’t told her girl/boyfriend that she would be arriving home that particular day. Life was more fun with surprises, at least good surprises. Your girlfriend coming home unannounced was a good surprise...hopefully. Apparently she’d come back on the right day, based on the flyers advertising a school wide dance that were plastered up in the girls hall--not that you needed the flyers to tell you that something exciting was going on, all the girls were in different states of crazy as they primped and borrowed clothes and giggled. A dance? Twyla had looked down at the shopping bags next to her duffel on the bed. She could go to a dance.
An hour after she arrived at the Mansion Twyla Ashby had showered, done her hair, carefully applied a little bit of make up, and picked out a dress from the pile of new clothes that Grandma Blanch had insisted on buying her (not that the young woman minded free shopping being forced on her). When she stepped out of her room Twyla was wearing a black dress, no jewelry, and( in typical Twyla fashion) a new pair of black and silver Nikes. Her hair was tousled in beach waves that a girl at camp had taught her and her make up was just a little bit of highlight and mascara for her eyes and some shiny lip gloss. She felt pretty, now all she had to do was find the party.
It wasn’t hard to follow the growing crowd down to the Danger Room and once she got inside the large space she giggled a bit to herself--it was decked out just like your typical high school gym and it was very fitting for a school dance. Dress, check. Dance, check. Now all I have to do is find my...dance partner. A smile crept across her lips when she found Gawain standing near Sam, she had’t seen either of them since she left for the camp. A deep breath and the girl relaxed her muscles and her hold on her powers, letting them cover her, before carefully weaving her way over to her boyfriend. Is he all dressed up? A bigger smile messed with the lines of camouflage on her face as she got closer. When she was directly behind the boy she dropped her powers and slid her arms up his shoulders so that she could place her hands over his eyes. In the gruffest and lowest voice she could manage she asked: “Guess who?” Twyla was very proud of herself, she managed not to giggle.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Jul 9, 2010 16:13:23 GMT -6
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Dearest MRO-ers,
I am REALLY sorry about being inactive since summer started!!! Things have been CRAZY after graduation with Pit Band and getting a job and getting university stuff figured out and trying to cram in as much face time with my friends before we all ship out to separate schools..
Life has been crazy and when it hasn’t been driving me nuts I haven’t wanted to post and I think this is because rping is an escape for me and since it’s summer and life is good (regardless of the insanity) and there’s no homework to procrastinate with posts (not that I EVER did that) that there’s nothing to escape from.
Again, I really am sorry and I’ll try to pop out a few posts in the next few days before I START MY FIRST REAL JOB and then try and keep some kind of activity up until school starts in the Fall and I need some me time again.
I <3 you all and have missed MRO but at the same time...life needs me to go on crazy adventures at this point--I hear it’s part of growing up.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Jun 20, 2010 16:14:37 GMT -6
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Hey all!!!
I feel like I haven't been on MRO in AGES! Ever since graduation it's been go go go with party preparations and getting ready for my aunt to visit and Pit Band for the musical that is *dies* IN LESS THAN A WEEK...
So I've been really busy. Things should be dying down a bit now so hopefully I'll be getting back to posting--here's hoping I didn't stall anyone, I really hope I didn't!!!
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Jun 10, 2010 8:47:28 GMT -6
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Pass or fail as one? The logic behind it made sense and Twyla knew that in the back of her mind but she still tensed up a little at the answer to her question. What if I fail? What if I mess it up for Maya and for Koga? What if-- Her train of thought was abruptly halted at the station as Sam continued to speak. Our only shot? The tenseness from a moment ago doubled and the blond bit her lip as a slight panic bubbled up inside her. One shot? That's all and then--
Is that the right attitude to have?The lip was released and her breathing slowed down to a much calmer level. If this is really what you want you're going to have to make it work--that's your only option. Just do it Ashby. If this is your one shot then you take it and make the most of it. She was still nervous but stopping and thinking about the choices she had did wonders for her thinking process--she only really had two of them and curling up in a ball and dying wasn't really going to alleviate her stress about messing things up for Maya and Koga.
Half an hour. Capture the flag. Obstacles. Maze. Competition. Got it. Soon their teacher was gone and then the lights came on, revealing the maze around them. Instantly Koga began talking--a good strategy considering the fact that they were on a timer. Mirror skin? "Reflective surfaces aren't my best but I can do them. I got it--no worries." So long as I don't actually have to reflect something... Twyla didn't go into a lengthy explanation of the way her powers worked (or at least the way she assumed they worked), there was no time. I'll just make it work. That was her only option, after all.
Koga suggested splitting up and Maya agreed with him. The blond bit her lip again for a moment. She didn't like the idea of splitting up very much but they only had so much time--they'd cover more ground in three units rather than one. "Splitting up makes sense, but we need to be able to communicate." A glance around them and the upwards, she could see the stairs to the second level in the distance. Brown eyes came back down to the boy and the girl in front of her. "I'm game for anything so long as we get going as soon as possible." The statement was an honest one and it came with a small smile.
Without thinking about it the girl's feet were toeing the floor, Twyla was anxious to get started.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Jun 8, 2010 9:22:05 GMT -6
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A strange sense of relief flooded the girl with the blond and pink hair when she was told she wasn't late. She didn't know what she'd almost been late for but based on the vibe in the room it was decidedly good that she hadn't been late for it. Shoulders relaxed a little, nothing to worry about...yet. All three of them were pointed out seats and Twyla took hers, noticing as soon as she bumped the chair with the back of her leg that it was wobbly. The girl sat in the edge of it, bracing the legs with one of her own while the other foot curled around the bracing ankle. She was still a bit nervous and that dictated that she didn't get comfortable in her seat.
At first when Sam was talking Twyla watched him pace, not totally sure what he was getting at. At the mention of being 'apart of the X's' brown eyes looked down at her lap and the hands clenched together there. This was what she wanted--the chance to be part of something useful and good and...What if I'm not ready? A voice in the back of her mind interjected. She looked back up at her teacher and his words echoed what had been going through her mind. Either way...it's too late now, youhave to be ready, make yourself ready Twyla. This is what you wanted. There was some peace in knowing that you didn't have a choice--that it was better to just do it and see where it took you. Twyla could feel her nerves mixing with an excitement that made her jittery, there was a small smile on her face.
The man turned his attention to Koga and Twyla let out the breath she didn't know she'd been holding when he was proclaimed the leader in their tryout. There was more relief, leading was not her strong point when she was nervous or most of the time, really, she'd never had to take charge of anything as important as what they were about to attempt. She could live with Koga leading the team and she tried to make eye contact with him to tell him that with an encouraging smile. Things were looking more doable already.
It was then Maya's turn under Sam's words and the blond watched Maya's face carefully as she listened. It was a comfort to note that she didn't look worried at all, just her usual self. On Sam's part it was a frustrating move to pair them together for a tryout--Twyla already noticed the typical worry for her girlfriend frothing up when she watched her. Just keep your head, focus. She can handle herself...probably a lot better than you can. Eyes traveled back to the dark haired girl in time to catch the wink--her smile broadened by itself. More and more doable.
It was her turn for some words before the session and Twyla's nerves flared up again but she managed to maintain a smile when Sam walked towards her. A slight blush painted her cheeks at the praise. She swallowed any arguing or displaying of her fear when Sam leaned towards her and reminded her to breath, she just looked up at him and nodded. He thinks you're ready. Even if you don't Ashby you need to suck it up--just do it. It was a good strategy for the most part if you looked at Twyla's history.
Time was given for questions. Did she have any? Try a million and a half but they all had to do with the premise of the tryout. She couldn't ask one without asking them all and that seemed to undermine the point of the exercise. What with all the secrecy and everything it seemed like they weren't supposed to be totally aware of everything that was going on. Maya seemed to agree, or she had her own reasons, because she didn't ask a thing. Koga, on the other hand, had a good question that she found herself nodding too. And then something occurred to her, something very important since she was on a team. "Are we all passing or failing together--I mean, if one of us messes up do we mess up the other two's chances?" A quick glance at Maya and then at Koga. She'd feel awful if she ruined the tryout for her girlfriend or for the boy who'd first introduced her to the idea of the X-men. More than awful, probably.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Jun 2, 2010 18:05:43 GMT -6
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Twyla had been in her room when her tiny phone had gone off. The noise of the vibration on her desk made her jump--no one texted her, ever. With a little blundering she managed to get the darn thing opened (technology: not her strong point) and read, it was a text from Sam saying she needed to get down to the Danger Room ASAP. That was all the motivation she needed and the girl quickly spun on heel to face her chair and the things already lying in wait for her next class with the self defense teacher.
Changing and grabbing a hair tie had taken all of about two minutes and getting down to the room itself took about the same amount of time. In the elevator Twyla had started to pull her hair up into a high and tight ponytail and she was just finishing it as she stood in front of the doors. I was hoping for a day off... With a sigh the girl pushed open the door with her shoulder. Any complaints or chipper greetings died in her throat at the sight of the darkened room. Something was different in the air, maybe it was just the mood lighting, but something definitely seemed different than usual--much more serious.
She almost turned and walked out--she was unprepared for the abnormal conditions.
Brows crinkled. Sam wasn't the only occupant in the room. Dance sneaker clad feet padded quietly forward, to get a better look at the other figures in the dim light emitting from the center. Is that..? It looked like Maya, no, it definitely was Maya after Twyla took a few more steps. Maya and, some more squinting, Koga--the first student face she'd met at the Mansion. There were three chairs in the pool of light that her teacher was standing in. Slowly, brown eyes turned between the man, the boy and the girl. The blond was suddenly nervous or at least more nervous than she'd been when she initially opened the door.
"Um...?" Her nerves showed in her voice, but she walked closer to the light anyway. A hand came down to pull at the black spandies that she was wearing over her green leotard, the nerves making her self conscious. After her first experience in the Danger Room with Sam she'd decided that jeans were never a good option. Despite being less covering, her leo usually made her feel more confident--she could move in a leotard and that was a fact. Her leotard was familiar, it was tried and true no matter if her arms were bare and the spandex shorts gave minimal protection. Normally she wasn't embarrassed about it but suddenly the game had changed and she wondered if her dress was wrong for this different version of training.
Was it training?
No, the feeling in the room wasn't right--this was some kind of test, she could feel it. "Sorry if I'm late." Twyla tried her best to smile and she calmed the nerves with some breathing. Don't get worked up till you know what you're getting worked up for. Arms crossed her chest and the girl came to a halt at the edge of the light, behind Maya and Koga, jutting her hip out in a casual stance that was only a tiny bit forced. No worries.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Jun 2, 2010 16:44:25 GMT -6
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AHHH!!! Today was my last day of high school!!!
That's great Twyla, but what does this have to do with MRO?
Most likely I shall be AWOL/only lurking for the next few days as there is much partying to be done and on Sunday I turn 18 and GRADUATE!!! On the SAME DAY!!! AHHH!!!
Basically there is a lot of stuff to do and little time for me to do it! I'm sooooooo excited!
Posted by Twyla Ashby on May 31, 2010 16:05:21 GMT -6
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They managed three games with no real hitches and Twyla won two out of three. Usually she lost when she played with her siblings (it wasn't until she was almost six that she realized that showing Nate the cards that you have is not in your best favor) but she figured if Maya hadn't played before maybe she had some kind of advantage or something. In any case, she managed to only blush a little bit (mostly from holding the Old Maid in her hands, honest) and she was about to turn and look at the clock when Maya beat her to it.
It's really later...early. That explains why I'm so tired. Without anything to focus her attention on the girl suddenly realized how exhausted she was. Twyla stared dazedly at the other girl as she leaned forward and planted a kiss on her cheek. The touch made her smile, even if she was rapidly blinking to keep her eyes open. Before Maya's face could make its escape she planted a kiss of her own there, half on cheek and half on lips.
The tired had really hit her now that there was nothing to worry about--she'd done her job and now Maya was going to get all fixed up.
"I'm fine, really." She managed to choke out through a yawn. "Hardly tired at all..." A hand came up to rub at an eye. "Anytime..." A few more blinks and then the decision was made to worm her way under the comforter, kicking the cards all on the floor in the process. The mess was quickly forgotten as she found a comfortable spot on her pillow. For a moment she wondered if she should be walking the other girl out. She knows the way out...I can sleep with the light on... These thoughts were slow as sleep began to slowly overtake her mind.
Rolling over, she looked at her girlfriend muzzily, her face half hidden by her blankets. "I'll see you later, okay?...Night..." Twyla's head hit the pillow and after a second she was asleep, wrapped in the warm arms of a dreamless sleep brought on by exhaustion.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on May 31, 2010 14:32:54 GMT -6
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One hour wasn't such a long time if you really thought about it. What was sixty minutes anyway in the scheme of things? Not all that much, right? Part of Twyla suspected that when ever other second was focused on not focusing on something...it would take a while. How many seconds were in an hour anyway? The blond did the quick mental math. 3,600 seconds. It seemed like a longer time frame when put into terms like that.
We'll play cards, distraction and all that...
"Wait, what do you mean? You've never played Go Fish before? What about Old Maid--we used to play that all the time when my grandma Ashby babysat us..." Twyla's eyes went far away as they traveled to memories of crawling around on the knotty wood floor of a familiar farm house back in her family's valley so that she could sit in a circle with her siblings in front of a frail old woman. As long as she could remember Grandma Ashby (she couldn't be Grandma Twyla, that would be way too confusing) had looked frail, it was deceptive--she'd seen those thin limbs encased in a typical wool sweater move fast as lightening to whap her brother with the wooden spoon she always seemed to have in the kitchen. When she was little Twyla had learned not to mess with her father's mother and it was a lesson that Nate had never really grasped the importance of.
But she was getting lost in memory. The blond shook her head abruptly and readjusted herself on the bed, getting into a cross-legged position with her knee near Maya's leg. "We should play Old Maid." A strong nod, there would be no discussion. The cards were pulled from the packaging and one of the Jokers was pulled out. The girl held up the other one, deciding to explain the game. "This is the Old maid' you don't want it at the end of the game." She put it in the deck and began to shuffle. "Basically we both try to get the other person to take it--after the game is over the person with the Old Maid looses. You get rid of cards if you have matching pairs." She started handing out cards until there were none left. "Get rid of your pairs and then you can go first."
There were a lot of pairs seeing as it was a whole deck between two people but it didn't take long for Twyla to come to the disheartening discovery of the Old Maid. Fanning out the remaining cards in her hand the girl held them out with what she hoped was a normal smile on her face. "Take your pick." A larger smile.
It was a silly game but it would work as a good distraction...hopefully.
((OOC: Feel free to skip/continue to the game (or something else entirely if you think of it)--I don't care who wins but Twyla is a bad liar ))
Posted by Twyla Ashby on May 29, 2010 13:50:43 GMT -6
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So it was selfish and a little stupid, all things considered. If they kept up their physical...ness Maya's shoulder could get damaged even more and lack of oxygen was probably not good for a brain that was trying to recover a bit from a concussion. Yes, it was foolish and probably asking for trouble to keep kissing her but at the same time...it felt good, really good, much much better than awkward pecks after uncomfortable dates and kissing frogs (or toads). Currently that good feeling of being close and excited and slightly nervous was covering up her first instinct to make sure that her girlfriend was awake and a.o.k.
Well...she was obviously awake. That had to count for something, right?
After a few more long and selfish moments exploring the good feelings of mouths and hair and soft Twyla pulled back slowly, her pupils slightly dilated and her breath coming in bursts and gasps. The girl rested back on the backs of her feet to get a better look at the other girl. A slight pink tint swirled across the blonde's cheeks that was as much from the kissing as it was from something else. After a moment of dazed breathing she managed to say: "I'm sorry, I talk about not going too fast and then I..." A hand came up to touch her kiss swollen lips and the touch made her bite them. She'd just had a lapse in self control and the thrill of it was scary and worth it at the same time. It would be easy to achieve that thrill again...
Suddenly, Twyla moved back and off the bed. From her standing position she noted the arm out of the sling and guilt flooded through her. "We should do something, let's go and--" The girl half spun around the room, looking for something. Her eyes saw the clock face. "About another hour. We have an hour." A deep breath, her thoughts were becoming clearer. "So there's what I want to do and then there's what's better to do and I think we should do something,er,less harmful for your condition than what I want to do at the moment," The pink tinted deeper, she'd been honest without thinking about her words.
But what to do?
Another quick glance around her room. There were a few magazines stacked haphazardly in one corner--those always had stupid quizzes or ugly outfits to draw on in pen. There were books scattered everywhere but reading was more of a solo activity...she didn't have a TV or anything like that...a pack of cards was staring at her from under a pile of clean socks. They had options and none of them were nearly as...entertaining as what part of her mind was still stuck on. The girl crossed the room. Bending down, she scooped up the deck of cards and brought them back over to the bed that she sat hesitantly on. "It's kind of lame but we could play Go Fish or War or something..." She trailed of. "We just need to keep you awake...or there's always drawing mustaches on models--that makes me laugh sometimes." A shrug and eyes trailing anywhere in the room but near Maya's face where her lips were.
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More classes? For a second the girl was confused and it showed in a wider opening of her eyes and then Twyla realized that during the course of their...whatever you want to call it she'd been signed up for something. A small smile and a nod in the affirmative. She could do that, she'd find time for it. Even if a similar...confrontation like the one they'd been in today made her a bit nervous the girl knew that she needed whatever help she could get from whoever was willing to help her and life was all about putting emotional hangups aside to accomplish your goals. And Twyla Ashby had goals, oh she had goals.
She was busy nodding again after her apology when she heard a familiar voice. Twyla's head swiveled around like one of the spinny chairs that you always see near computer desks. Brown eyes blinked once and then took in the sight of an obviously flustered and surprised Gawain. Of course he would be surprised--it was a weird scene to just walk in on. If he only knew...
At the mention of ass kicking she blushed a sudden and deep red, not wanting to admit that she was not even close to such a thing. Looking back at Sam she couldn't tell if he was blinking at her or if it was a wink...Maybe a wink? Mentally, she shrugged. When the teacher said she had promise Twyla just looked at the blue splotched gloves. It was meant as a joke at Gawain (she was pretty sure) but at the same time...It's just a lack of confidence is all, chill out.
Twyla rolled her eyes and smirked at the bit about class. Her blush started to recede at the normalcy of her boyfriend skipping class. It looked like it was Gawain's turn in the Danger Room and the blond was glad to give it up--she really needed to get out of her jeans and into something more comfortable and then work on some of that math homework she didn't like to...or go and read somewhere...or get something to eat...or maybe a bottle of water...or
Her mind was already out of the room when Sam gestured at her moving towards the door. "I can get you a schedule--" Twyla started before he'd finished, not really understanding what he was saying meant. 'Regular students'. Sounds like a plan. Looking up, the girl smiled. "Alright, sounds good." She said, echoing her thoughts. Twyla Ashby did so like plans.
Walking up to Gawain on her way out, she playfully shoved the gloves at him. "Tag, you're in." And with that, the blond sauntered out into the hall.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on May 27, 2010 7:13:16 GMT -6
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"I remember that shiner..." How could she forget--the bruise had driven her nuts.The blond giggled at the story--she could believe it and in her mind's eye Twyla could picture such a scenario perfectly. Gender shifting seemed to be a very tricky business and such a mutation applied to someone with a trickster's attitude like the one that her girlfriend had could be a very devious (in an awesome way) combination. I wonder if changing genders makes you need to be tricky or if Maya would have been the same regardless? Interesting conundrum, it was filed away for further contemplation at a later date.
It seemed like Maya didn't know what she'd get either, although she had more factors to think about than the girl with the pink highlights did. I'd need a really good reason, I think. She looked up at the other girl and noted the pink in her cheeks. It was getting less jarring to see it there but she wondered silently what was motivating the color change.
Wait. Wait. Wait. Gawain was getting taller than Maya? For a moment Twyla said nothing, thinking over the last statement... ... ... I guess it makes sense...guys are usually taller than girls and all that...hitting a second growth spurt would be less likely for Maya at this point but guys still shoot up in their last years of high school. Alright, it made sense but that had to seriously be a pain. "Does tall run in your family?" She had to ask after picturing herself shooting up to Nate's size everyday--tall and short ran in her family.
The tracing hand stopped as the palm it was drawing on was lifted. Twyla could feel her hair as it brushed across her shoulder and this caused goosebumps to breakout across most of her body before the fingers even made their way to her neck. It was a gentle gesture and it made the weird not-butterfly-butterflies erupt in her stomach. The girl's heart rate sped up and her breathing became a little harder when she looked up at Maya as she spoke. Something about the look on her face, Twyla supposed. The compliment made her blush and then she replied: "No, I don't know." with a slightly playful smile.
Alright, the butterflies couldn't take it anymore. In a quick move the blond twisted around, sat up on her knees, and placed a hand in the other girl's dark locks. She sat there, their faces close for a moment, just looking at her. Another smile before she leaned forward and bridged the space between them with her lips.
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"Oh, so you haven't changed much?" Twyla wiggled herself around so she could look Maya directly in the face, a teasing smile twisted her lips upwards. A tiny but bruised version of Maya she could totally picture--it made sense and explained a few things. The blond wondered what she had been covered with--probably scrapes from falling off her bike or from getting into a tumble with her brother or one of her cousins. She could also distinctly remember being dirty almost all of the time and getting yelled at for ruining countless pairs of the dainty white church socks her mother made her wear on the rare occasion the famoly made it to Sunday School or a service.
Explaining away things like identical bruises would have been difficult, she decided. Twyla looked up at the other girl at the mention of her mother, copying the smile she saw on her face while simultaneously wondering if she'd ever get to meet the missing woman. It was a slightly melancholy thought. What are you thinking? Of course she's going to find her...of course. The optimistic part of her was adamant about this, so was the part that did most of the caring about Twyla's significant other. Of course she'd get to meet the woman who would have had to been crazy strong in order to raise a gender shifting child--how could she doubt it, even for a second? Bad negative thoughts were...bad.
Sam, the self defense teacher, had fallen for a story? What? "You have to tell me about that one." A smile that Maya probably couldn't see since she wasn't looking up anymore. There was a hand on her leg and it required special attention at the moment. Skin erupted in goose flesh along the trail of the other girl's hand and Twyla almost missed the next words in the conversation as she focused on the sensation.
She didn't really know what all went in to a gender shift (as she had never seen it) but she responded to the comment about tattoos anyway. "Maybe it depends on where you go it? Like if the skin stretched funny there or something..." She watched the hand and shivered before reaching down to lace her fingers in her girlfriend's. Pulling the hand closer to her face she unlaced her fingers and flipped it palm up so she could trace circles into the skin there. There was something so interesting with touching at that moment.
"What would you get a tattoo of if you were going to?" Ever since she'd seen Carrick's Twyla had wondered what in her life she'd want documented on her skin like that.
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Twyla just sat and smiled, deciding it would be best not to mention how much she hated to cry or how unlikely it was that Maya would see her cry like that again--she'd keep it in better next time...or implode trying. The nice thing about the crazy-cry-inducing-anger was that it flared up and put itself out quickly so the girl was a little jittery but her mood was much more normal now, she acutally felt a bit better after her small teary fit.
A small, slightly nervous, giggle at the comment about the 'kissing better'. The blond let herself be pulled closer and rested her head on the other girl's uninjured shoulder. If it was really serious the guy, Garrett?, from the infirmary would have gotten Doc or something...of course...probably...no worries. A content sigh escaped her lips, this was nice even if she wished it could have been more normal circumstance.
Soooo tired...
Things got quiet and Twyla got comfortable, it was about crashing time and her body didn't seem to get the memo that it had to stay awake. Her breathing had slowed and she rested more of her weight against Maya, burrowing into the embrace. Twyla's brown eyes had just slipped closed when she could feel vibrations in the chest behind her and could hear words that even in her sleepy state she could understand.
"Oh, right...Sorry." A yawn and the girl sat up a bit straighter, extending her legs out in front of her in the process. Cheeks pinked as she finally noticed just how short her pajama shorts were. Slightly pale legs were in contrast to the greens of the comforter and Twyla found herself staring at the scar on her left knee that extended halfway down her calf. Pulling the leg in, she found a random topic to talk to Maya about.
"See this?" Her pinky trailed down the long and thin scar that was slightly faded with age before her hand captured one of Maya's so she could feel the raised edges even if she couldn't see the discoloration. "I got it when I was five years old--I tripped and cut myself on the bad end of the saw my dad had been using..." Absentmindedly she rubbed her knee, remembering the day like it was from a movie she watched a long time ago or something. "My mom totally freaked when she saw my dad carrying me to the truck. The funny thing is I don't remember crying, I can just picture her with wet splotches all over her face..."
After a moment. "That's a random story, but I just thought of it..." She still needed to wake up a bit before she could form more interesting thoughts.
Things have been CRAZY after graduation with Pit Band and getting a job and getting university stuff figured out and trying to cram in as much face time with my friends before we all ship out to separate schools..
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