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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
Agnes was still very upset. It had been, what, a week, maybe a little less than her breakup and the young woman was like a zombie. She sat in her bed, zoned out at her classes, barely responded to her roommates when she was spoken. Felicia was getting worried, even Carol seemed to be less bitchy around her for fear that Agnes was just going to snap. It was only with some persistent digging that Felicia had found out what was going on. The young woman comforted Agnes as best she could but there honestly was little the dark skinned young woman could do.
So Agnes was let be, mindlessly walking through the day, crying herself to sleep at night. It was a tragic and heart breaking scenario for anyone to have to live through but it was one of the constants of life. It was a fact that Agnes was becoming well acquainted with.
After so many days, though, of constantly checking her phone for emails, text messages, or phone calls from her former lover, Agnes was finally convinced by Felicia to go outside. Fresh air was supposed to do her good. Though she doubted really that it was true, Agnes complied.
The cool, afternoon air of New York struck Agnes as she strolled a bit mindlessly through the sidewalks. Dressed in jeans and a denim jacket, she stuffed her hands in her pockets (clinging onto her cell phone in case she got a certain call) and wandered about. Next week Felicia had promised that she was going to start teaching her how to drive, even if she didn’t have a car or the means to get one. Learning to drive was supposed to be a milestone, plus it would give them both a chance to have some girl time and maybe snap Agnes out of this funk.
Agnes agreed, even if only she was trying to get away from Felicia at the moment she confronted her. Either way, she was now wrangled into a promise and she wanted to get as much alone time as she could get at the moment.
A sigh fell. Look across the chilled city, she watched people as they strolled out on their own days. Why was it that whenever she was single, all she saw were the happy couples of New York? In one area a man was talking to a pretty blonde standing at the corner; in another a pair of men were snickering and whispering into each other’s ears over coffee; even at a nearby gelato shop, she could have sworn that she saw someone that looked suspiciously like her old art teacher, talking with another pretty brunette.
Agnes grumbled. She needed to stop thinking about Xavier’s because it only reminded her of Rebecca. At least she didn’t have to worry about running into her while working there. The school understood that she needed to leave campus to attend Juilliard so they were not surprised when Agnes had handed in her resignation. After all, what was the point if she was going to have to commute so far? She would never be able to keep up the orderly work that she normally did when she actually lived there.
With that circumstance, Agnes was not only left without something to fill up her free time (and keep her mind off Rebecca) but she was out of a job. She needed to find work and soon.
Toying with an old gum wrapper in her pocket, she stared at the concrete at her feet, thinking silent things to herself. Casually she reached up, brushing hair out of her eyes but also subtly wiping away tears. Why did her heart have to hurt so much? Why hadn’t Rebecca called? Why would she break up with her over something as stupid as a dream and not even consider discussing it? The thoughts boggled the young runaway’s mind and led her to horrible conclusions. Maybe Rebecca never really loved her. It was possible that all this time she probably felt trapped because this was her first real relationship and she just could have fallen out of love with her. As distasteful as the thought was, it was possible. It was just…what she felt for the young Scot was so real, at least she thought so. Apparently Rebecca thought otherwise because if she did love her as much as she claimed, she would have at least tried, right? She would have at least attempted to call, text, something!
But all she had was a silent phone and a wet pillow.
Sure, Agnes herself could have called. But why? Why should she when Rebecca was so willing to throw everything away over a dream? Agnes wasn’t going to go crawling back to someone that fickle and who didn’t care one iota about her. It had to be Rebecca’s fault because the alternative was too irritating; that fate itself had intervened and split them up.
Agnes, by all rights, was an atheist. She had a severe dislike of organized religions, especially after everything that she was put through. But, mainly, she didn’t like the idea of not being in control of her life. No one likes to give up control. And to have faith that some nameless, faceless entities were writing out her destiny as if it were nothing more than a piece of fiction just made her angry. What right did they have to break up her happy relationship? And for what purpose? Amusement? Compelling storytelling? It was all a crock.
No, Agnes couldn’t allow herself to believe that such an option was valid. It couldn’t be. Life wasn’t that cruel.
Wiping another tear away, Agnes sighed and came to a stop when she reached the corner. Glancing up, she nose was suddenly filled with the scent of freshness and flowers. Confused, she turned to the nearest building and saw that it was a flower shop. Mrs. Potts Flower Bed the sign said. It smelled pretty.
Maybe it would help with her mindset if she walked in and looked around…
The first thing that Agnes could think of when she walked into the flower shop was how absolutely pretty it was. There was color everywhere! Hanging pots contained low reaching vines that twisted and hung low, whole shelves disappeared under the blanket of green that rows upon rows of flowers created, Agnes couldn’t really even tell where the back of the shop was; it seemed as if whenever she thought she saw the back wall, it mass of greenery and flowers gave way to another opening.
Silently Agnes crept into the room, closing the door with a silent jingle! of the bells attached to the door. She was surprised by how dead the place was; it really was rather beautiful. She could imagine just coming in here to wander around if it were allowed.
Stepping across the cobblestone floor, she found herself drying her eyes of the tears from earlier. She felt bad for crying inside a place like this, it just had an energy that seemed to exude positive vibes. Honestly, it was a feeling that Agnes would have never guessed she could have felt again after the whole break up with Rebecca. But, she was actually close to smiling.
Agnes breathed in the fragrant air as she moved around the corner and could see a brilliant light from the green house there. It was all just so beautiful. The expanse of green and colors was like a kaleidoscope shimmering all around her. This was the type of beauty that she had always attempted to great at her old job. Maybe she should have been coming here for tips.
She followed the earthy scent and slipped among the aisles, peering at flora of all types. It was as she was looking at a particularly purple flower that Agnes spied a set of yellow eyes staring at her. Tilting her head, she smiled as she pushed aside a cloud of Baby’s Breath and found a pretty, striped cat staring up at her. The smallest of smiles actually appeared on her face as she reached out and carefully scratched the cat between her ears.
Immediately she was met with a heartwarming purr.
“Hi beautiful. Who’re you?”
“That’s Strawberry,” a voice echoed out from behind her. Agnes immediately straightened up and turned around. At the far side of the greenhouse, she spied a woman in a dirt smudged, floral patterned smock. Her red hair was cut short and hung about her shoulders while her blues eyes shined with mirth and wisdom. She smiled warmly as she pulled off her green gloves and slipped her fingers through her hair. “Question is…who are you?”
“I…I’m Agnes,” she stammered out. The young runaway was embarrassed at being caught traipsing through this persons shop unannounced. “I’m sorry, I’m…I was just looking. I’ll go now.” Cheeks flushed, Agnes turned and began to head out.
Unfortunately she didn’t get very far because as she turned to leave, Strawberry had already left her perch in the sun and was standing in Agnes’ way, purring loudly. Creeping over (once the cat saw that Agnes had fully stopped) the striped cat purred as she stalked over and been to rub against Agnes ankles, twining between her legs and mewing softly. It was obvious that the cat was not ready to release this person from the attention that she had just been given. It. Must. Continue.
The woman smirked as she walked over and peered down at the pathetically meowing cat.
“I…don’t think you have Strawberry’s permission to leave yet.”
Agnes, smirked though still embarrassed, knelt down and began to stroke the cat between her ears and scratching under her chin. If the purrs could get any louder, they did. Strawberry was in full blown heaven now as she basked in the attention that Agnes was giving her. The runaway could only smile. At least she had SOMEONE’s[/b] love and affection.
“She really is a cutie,” Agnes said as she continued to pet the cat. She glanced up to the woman again and smiled a little sheepishly. “I’m sorry for bothering you. I was just taking a walk. The shop smelled so pretty so I came in.”
Smiling, the woman nodded as she peered close to Agnes. The red in young woman’s eyes was easily noticeable. There was only one thing that produced eye color like that…
“You okay, sweetheart? Looks like you’ve been crying.”
Agnes frozen up the second that crying had been mention. She really didn’t think that it was that noticeable but apparently she had been wrong. Stiffening, she stood up from petting the cat, trying to think of some excuse to remove herself from the situation as quickly as possible. The last thing she needed was another reminder about why she was alone right now.
“I-I-I’m fine. Sorry I took up your time,” she said as she turned and made ready to leave the shop.
“Wait,” the woman said in a stern voice.
Agnes, just a little terrified, stopped and turned. What could the woman want?
The larger woman slowly stalked up to Agnes, eyeing her closely to the point that Agnes almost felt a little uncomfortable. It not that she detected danger or anything from the woman, but why was she staring at her so intently? Agnes had to advert her eyes as she looked to the interesting ground, trying to think of something say, some excuse so that she could get out of this place before the woman yelled at her for sneaking in or petting the cat too much or not enough.
But just as she felt the woman draw closer, she veered away to one of the nearby shelves, and brought down a pot of rather pretty looking flowers. Agnes watched her curiously as the woman pulled sheers from her apron, clipped off one of the stems and handed it over to her.
Agnes stared at the flower for a second, unsure about what she was supposed to do. The woman just rolled her eyes and smiled as she continued to offer it.
“Take it silly. I hope it makes you feel better,” she said innocently. “It’s—“
“Honeysuckle,” Agnes said with a small, sad smile, as soon as she caught a whiff of the scent.
The woman looked impressed as she nodded her head. “That’s right. Most folks don’t know that. They confuse it for a lily.”
Agnes smiled a little thoughtfully as she turned the flower between her fingers. She had to admit that it was true. There were many times when she first started gardening at the Xavier’s that she thought the same thing. Though she learned quickly as she went on with her job.
“I used to grow some at my old job,” Agnes said silently, turning the pretty flower around in her fingers. It was such a pretty flower and had such a gorgeous scent.
The woman seemed also impressed by this. To look at one as young as Agnes and to know so much about flowers already really was quite a feat in her eyes. Her face full of affection, the woman reached over and carefully squeezed the girl’s arm to bring her back to reality.
“Well, I’m just glad it brought a smile to that pretty face of yours,” she said with a firm nod. “Life is too short to be going through life crying.”
Agnes had blinked and looked at the woman more closely when she touched her arm. She was nice, kind, the type of person that Agnes loved to gravitate around. With all the heartache in her life, she had no room for more drama. Especially not these days considering the fact that she was broken up with someone she thought was the love of her life.
“Thank you,” Agnes said earnestly, but with a tinge of sadness. “My name is Agnes.” she finally managed to say. Nothing wrong with introductions, was there?
The woman beamed, finally getting a name out of the girl. “Annabeth Potts. This is my shop. And it’s lovely to meet you.”
Annabeth was a pretty name, Agnes thought. The kindly woman looked very sweetly at Agnes, as well as the flower that she helped pin to her shirt. The runaway had to admit that though she was in terrible place in her life, at this moment she actually didn’t feel too bad. The flower was pretty, the woman was kind, and the greenhouse was absolutely beautiful. Sure, she lost her girlfriend, but right now, none of that mattered. She found a miniature pocket of peace that didn’t allow her to think about all the wrongs in her life.
She smiled at the woman and nodded.
“Thank you,” she said as she sniffed the flower Annabeth pinned to her shirt. “It really is beautiful. You didn’t have to do that.”
Annabeth shrugged as she waved for Agnes to follow her back into the greenhouse portion of her shop. “Oh, it was no trouble. And, honestly, I don’t like to see pretty, young faces like yours upset.” As she said this, Strawberry padded along the ground and followed by Agnes side, occasionally purring and rubbing up against her leg. “Would you care for some tea? I just brewed some.”
“Um, sure,” Agnes said as she followed the woman to a small little nook that was situated towards the back of the greenhouse. It was nicely decorated with a lily white table, chairs, and surrounded by only the best, brightest, and most colorful of flowers. It like a tiny bit of paradise within paradise. “You certainly have a beautiful shop. You take care of your flowers.”
Annabeth could be heard giggling from the back room directly behind this little patio. As Agnes inspected the flowers, Annabeth explained about her shop: how she left the law offices in order to grow things (much to the chagrin of her parents), how it was only her and she was trying to keep up with the bigger flower companies that had more staff, more locations, and online access, by offering the most competent service she could. It was hard but she was barely squeaking by. Agnes listened politely as she took a seat at the table. Immediately she was joined by Strawberry who laid across the runaway’s lap and began to snooze.
A second later, Annabeth came out with a pretty, floral decorated tea pot and a couple of cups. She smirked when she heard Strawberry’s purrs and set the items on the table carefully.
“You definitely made a friend for life,” Annabeth grinned and offer Agnes a lemon cookie.
Agnes smiled as she pet the cat with her free hand and gratefully took the cookie. “At least someone likes me now.” she chuckled.
Annabeth tilted her gaze as she watched Agnes closely. When she was caught staring, the kindly woman just smiled a bit.
“Break up, huh?”
Agnes blinked, caught a little off guard. “E-Excuse me?” she said as she finished swallowing the bit of cookie in her mouth. “I…um…ah…”
Annabeth just smiled and shook her heads. “It’s okay. I’ve seen that look you have on your face many times before. You’d be surprised how many newly broken up women will come here just for a momentary pick-me-up.” She sighed as she sipped her tea. “If you don’t mind me asking, was it serious? The relationship, I mean?”
Agnes paused. She wasn’t sure exactly how much she should say to this stranger. She didn’t know her, she didn’t know anything about her at all! But, there was just something about this situation and the swelling in Agnes’ heart that made her want to talk. She couldn’t keep things like this to herself forever, could she? Maybe all she really needed was an impartial ear like this woman’s?
“Yes,” Agnes finally admitted. Her eyes began to well up at the corners, heavy tears rolling down her cheeks as she attempted to keep her focus on the cookie, or the tea, or the sleeping cat. But all of it, every last bit, just brought back Rebecca’s face. “I…I loved her…”
It was heart wrenching to do but Agnes managed to lay if all out on the line. Though she didn’t know anything about this woman, her view on mutants, on same-sex couples, nothing, Agnes simply couldn’t help herself. She had to say what was on her mind and absolutely EVERYTHING was on her mind right now. Before she knew it, she was blurting out about how she was a mutant (which was obviously considering the wings on her back) and how she and Rebecca met, onto how Agnes broken someone else’s heart because of her strong feelings for the particular Scot, even into her trip to Scotland and the ridiculously happy months they have had together up until a week ago.
Annabeth made the perfect listener. She was quiet, her facial expressions changed with certain parts of Agnes’ story, she even shed a little tear when Agnes had mentioned the horrendous break up that Agnes and Rebecca had. It was obvious that it still affected the young runaway because even throughout this conversation, she had laid her cell phone on the table, almost willing it to ring with a text message, a missed call, a voice mail, anything that showed Rebecca was trying to contact her still.
But there was always nothing. Agnes slumped a little when she finally stopped talking, sipping her tea a little bit as she tried to keep the stinging in her eyes from shedding new tears. She was fairly certain that she was close to dehydrated these days because of her damn emotions.
Silence settled between the two women. Agnes casually petting the sleeping cat that was stretched across her lap and Annabeth seemed to be wracking her brain for the right thing to say. It was obviously a lot that was on Agnes mind and she needed someone impartial to vent to. Annabeth was happy to be that person but what could she really say?
Agnes, sensing that she had stumped the woman, sighed.
“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to just let go of all of that,” she said as he picked up another cookie and sadly nibbled on it. “I’m just…upset.” A sniffle fell from her lips as she tried another breath. “A dream. She broke up with me, over a dream.”
Annabeth nodded. “Not saying she was right, hunny, but that definitely was one hell of a dream. I remember something like that, obviously not a lot. Just fragments here and there, but they were pretty intense. If you both dreamt that in such detail…” she shuddered. “well, I can only imagine.”
Agnes sniffled. She hated to think that Rebecca was right at all with what she did. Agnes was still of the mind that she had done nothing wrong. Even if the dream was a premonition, Rebecca didn’t give Agnes a chance. They didn’t sit down calmly and discuss anything, they didn’t look at the situation logically or even attempt to find a reason behind all of it. Even if Sebastian was that bad a man, Rebecca had no right to distrust Agnes in such a way as to just assume that she would have helped Sebastian bring an end to the world.
It was ridiculous. And it was hurtful. Agnes sighed as she glared at her phone, the damnable electronic that refused to ring or announce that she had any messages from her former lover. She would have loved to have just stomped on it, but it wasn’t the phone’s fault. The gaping wound in her heart that Rebecca left slowly began to grow coarser with every passing day. She didn’t want it too…but it couldn’t be helped.
“It’s not fair,” Agnes said as she picked up the phone. A final glance for notifications and still she found none. Finally resigning herself to the evitable, Agnes turned the phone off and slipped it back into her pocket. She would delete Rebecca’s name, text messages, and pictures later. Right now, she didn’t even want to look at her. “It’s just not fair.”
Two weeks prior, Agnes had entered Ms. Potts Flower Bed as a stranger and by that afternoon left with a new friend. Annabeth was a older but she was incredibly sweet and always seemed to lend a helpful ear to Agnes whenever the young insect queen needed to. On top of that, Annabeth was only too happy to have Agnes there to help her look over some of the flowers and exploit her prior gardening knowledge to help prepare arrangements or grow new flowers.
For Agnes, it was a welcome distraction from her life. As the days ticked away, she knew more and more that Rebecca was never going to call or text her. It dawned slowly on Agnes that their relationship really was and truly over. The thought was sobering, sad, angering. Each day Agnes was pulled through the gambit of emotions as she attempted to balance looking for a new job as well as attending all of her classes. The studying was killer, the performances were exhausting, but Agnes welcomed any and all distractions right now. Even her driving lessons with Felicia were a welcome addition to her life.
But, truly, Agnes enjoyed helping Annabeth out at the flower shop most of all.
Moving through the shelves of flowers, stepping through the aisles and taking inventory or inspecting the unhealthy plants, it was rewarding in its own way. Flowers were sweet, gentle, and they needed you. They didn’t accuse you of ending the world or walk out on you after you proclaimed your love and intention of being with them no matter what.
Agnes had a half-smirking thought that maybe she should just date flowers from now own. At least they never did things like that.
She sighed as she brushed her fingers across some roses, checked off the list that they were healthy, and began to move on. Dressed in a flowery apron that cover her jeans and pink top, Agnes hummed to herself as she moved down the aisle, checking flowers and plants. She could hear Annabeth in back working on her latest order. There was supposed to be a big wedding later in the week and they had chosen Annabeth’s shop to work on the flowers. It was her biggest order yet and obviously the woman wanted everything to be perfect. Hence the reason why Agnes volunteered to work the front and do inventory for her so that she could focus.
“Agnes?” Annabeth called out from the back room.
“Coming!” Agnes answered as she jotted another quick note on some dry feeling lilies, watered their base, and turned to head into the back. There she found Annabeth working on the eighth of twenty centerpieces. “Wow, those are beautiful, and so simple too.”
Annabeth smiled thankfully, though it was obvious that she was a little flustered from the amount she still had left to finish. “Thank you sweetheart. Um, are you sure you don’t mind helping me? I mean, you’re young, you have a world out there to explore, it’s better than was—“
“—ting your time with a flustered flower shop owner and her mangy cat,” Agnes finished the sentence in her best impression of Annabeth’s voice. It was something that Annabeth asked her on a regular basis so she knew each word by heart. The mimicry had made Annabeth smile and chuckle while Agnes just shook her head. “If I didn’t want to be here, I wouldn’t.” she grinned. “Now, how can I help?”
Annabeth smirked. “If you can get me another bundle of roses from the back, I’d very much appreciate it.”
“Coming up, boss,” Agnes said jokingly as she headed towards the back room. It was on her way there, though, that she paused, hearing a funny kind of clicking in her ears. It was one she hadn’t heard since she was working in the mansion gardens…and it was a sound she definitely didn’t like. “Oh no…”
Agnes knew that sound anywhere. It was not something perceivable by human ears, but it was loud enough for the insect queen of New York. Having worked in the mansion gardens, toiled and sweated to keep everything beautiful and safe, she knew exactly what she was listening too, and it was a sound that she knew could only mean trouble. As she dashed over to the nearest of the rose bushes, she ground to a halt, leaned down, and peered closely at the leaves. Just as she thought…
“Aphids.” she muttered distastefully.
Over time, Agnes had grown to like a fair number of insects, especially those that dwelt within her. Because of that she was not immediately prone to shooing or squishing bugs the second that she saw them. After all, the majority of them deserved a chance. But Aphids were an entirely different story. They didn’t normally feed on rose bushes, but for whatever reason she could hear then chattering amongst the leaves. Upon closely inspection, she found the little buggers everywhere. This was not good. They could really hurt these flowers by infecting them with horrible plant diseases. How did they get in here?
“Agnes? What’s going, oh nooooo,” Annabeth had stepped into the back room and leaned down to see what Agnes found so interesting. She recognized the little pest anywhere. “Oh no! How did they get in? W-What…how…I still need those roses for the centerpieces!”
Agnes thought for a second. Aphids were just insects, right? There had to be something that she could do. Thinking it over, she moved onto her feet and carefully nudged Annabeth back so that the woman gave her enough room.
“Let me have a try at this,” she said quiet.
Flexing her wings, Agnes began to buzz them, fast and hard, enough to lift her off the ground a bit. While she hover she eyed the bushes, took a breath, and let out the tiniest (yet still unnerving) of insect screeches. Annabeth marveled as she shifted her gaze between both Agnes and the rose bushes. Before long, she noticed tiny dots, aphids, climbing out of the bushes and follow Agnes in a most hypnotic way. Honestly, Agnes marveled that this actually worked!
Floating backwards, she screeched again and kept the aphids in line and following her directly without getting distracted by any of the nearby plants. Agnes did her best to remain focused, continuing her siren’s call as she sang out, drawing the insects towards her. That was one of perks of being an insect queen; they just couldn’t resist her.
Within moments, Agnes was hovering outside where she led the aphids to a nearby park was only around the corner from the flower shop. It was a bit risky since she flower shop was still close, but in the park, the aphids would be distracted enough until Agnes and Annabeth could put up a better resistance.
Quietly she touched down and returned to the shop to find Annabeth peeking out the door for her return. As Agnes approached, Annabeth smiled wide.
Agnes tilted her gaze. “What?”
Annabeth just continue to grin, opening the door for Agnes to walk back inside. As soon as she was in, Annabeth just chuckled and nodded firmly. “That settles it. I’m hiring you. Agnes, would you like to work here? You know, officially?”
