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
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Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The 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.
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Agnes sighed as she wandered through the halls of a mansion, really not looking for any trouble, to really do. All she wanted after the museum incident, which she really could not bring herself to think about, was to slink back in obscurity and completely forget that it ever happened. She was tired, exhausted beyond all belief and, quite frankly, did not want to talk about the event to anyone. Thankfully no news had been broadcast yet and, the officer promised that her name would stay out of it, that it would remain unknown who helped those people and who nearly killed that monster that had harmed so many. She prayed and hoped that he was able to keep his word.
The tension FINALLY starting to melt away, Agnes was beginning to feel like her old self again. She nestled into that idea of anonymity, to be just another face with no one to realize who or what she was. There was no safer feeling in the world than to simply allow yourself to melt away into a sea of faces…
…at least it would have been nice. Unfortunately bad luck just had a way of latching onto her. There was always something she overlooked or did not consider that would lead her good feeling astray. On this particular day, it was humankind’s need to share everything that they experience with the unknown masses of the world and the variety of ways that society provides for them to accomplish it.
An example of this became apparent to her as she walked through the hallway, heading for the kitchen when suddenly, a student with a bearded dragon appearance came up to her, grinning wide and flicking out his lizard tongue over his dried lips.
“Oh my god, it’s totally you!”
“Huh?’ Agnes asked in confusion.
“On that website! How you used all those bugs to attack that guy! So COOL!”
Agnes confusion must have been apparent because before she knew it, the mutant had reached into the pocket of his hoodie, produced a cell phone and held it up for her to see. The phone was one of those internet, smartphones that allowed the user to view the internet at the same time as making calls. She watched for a second as he scrolled to that ViewTube website where people can upload videos. The screen was black, the movie playing but only offering the strange buzzing noise. That was quickly replaced, however as the scene on video moved up, out from a hiding place, and showed a shaky camera affect as the filmmaker recorded a scene…
…it was her. Agnes Nicholas, standing in the middle of a bunch of upturned tables, a thick mass of insects swirling around her in the air and around her feet. The scene was eerily familiar until she realized that it was from the museum incident. Before she knew it, her recorded voice shouted out from the video “WE ARE LEGION!”
The runaway suddenly became paler than she usually was and ice ran through her veins. She could not believe it. As she watched the video, she noted that it already had nearly five thousand hits and felt every single one of them as a stab into her heart.
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It had been a slow day for Gina. The weather was neither good nor bad, but not suitable for flight. Thus, Gina was stuck inside. She had planted herself in the living room, casually draped out on the couch. She was flipping through some sketches of clothes she'd seen at the mall, clothes she wanted to find patterns for.
Kids drifted in and out of the living room, the only students that remained within the living room with her was a collection of boys, two of which were huddled around the computer and the third working on homework. Occasionally, he'd lean over when one of the other boys found a good video, but ignored them, other than that.
Gina listened absently, jotting down some notes by various sketches. Their conversations about the viral videos reminded her of her friend Constance, back in Mendocino. Constance would often look for outrageous, funny, cute, or otherwise striking videos off of ViewTube to show Gina. Gina had never been a big fan of ViewTube, but she really enjoyed seeing what sort of bizarre videos that Constance could find.
"Oh wow," one of the boys sighed, rocking back in his chair.
"Dude, that's intense," another boy agreed. Gina looked up. Though they'd occasionally chuckled or commented on the videos that they watched, the boys hadn't reacted so greatly to a video yet. Gina looked up, sitting up slightly.
"What happened," the third boy asked, equally as curious as Gina, "Whatcha find?"
"Dude, you have to see this," the first boy said, "It's beyond explanation." He spotted Gina, his gaze connection with hers, "You too, you have to see this."
"Mm'kay," Gina agreed, getting to her feet and walking over, leaning over his shoulder. The boy restarted the video, which was vaguely titled Bug Girl at the Natural History Museum. Gina frowned, afraid that this might be some sort of joke.
"No, this is really good," the second boy assured her, "Just watch. It's not what you think... it's awesome!" The movie began shakily, hopping right into the action. It wobbled around a bit, and then a buzzing noise slipped into the hearing range. It felt funny in Gina's ear, and so she itched it. The camera rose suddenly, shakily, and suddenly a scene came into focus.
A girl standing amidst a swarm of what Gina assumed to be bugs, in amongst upturned tables. The black cloud of insects surged around the eerily familiar girl, and a voice suddenly transcended the grey noise.
"WE ARE LEGION!" the voice proclaimed. Gina squinted at the figure, which was somewhat skewed by the bugs. She finally caught a glimpse of the girl's face, and the recognition hit her like a brick.
"Agnes," she breathed in realization. So that was her power.
"Isn't that wicked?" the first boy exclaimed, "I'd kill for a power like that."
"I'd die if that were my power," the third boy grumbled. The second boy nodded in agreement, with one of the two. Gina watched as the video cut out, her brow stitching. That's awful, she thought, rightening herself. The girl looked an awful lot like Agnes, but she had problems believing that it was really Agnes on the video. She looked... kind of scary, Gina had to admit.
"Wow," Gina said simply, "That's certainly, ah, something."
Agnes glared at the boy once more as he kept going on about how cool her powers were and could she make the insects attack anyone she wanted, and what kinds of insects she could control, etc., etc., to the point that she wanted to slug him as well. The whole incident was weighing way too heavily on her mind and try as she could to process it, the boy’s praise and questions were really just too much for her to handle right now. With an angry glare she pushed past him and continued her way down the hall.
She was extremely upset. She had done such a good job of hiding her abilities, or keeping out of the limelight for fear of her parents catching wind of her location. For nearly half a year now she has been on the run, hiding in alleys, living on scrap and trash, and of course the second she finds a place she can even begin to settle down, something like this happens. At the moment the runaway truly believed that she was born under a dark cloud.
All the work she had done to make herself disappear, apparently, had all gone down the drain…all because some jerk had a camera phone and could not wait to share his experience on-line.
Shaking her head as she moved down the hall, the sound of her name suddenly caught her attention…
>> “Agnes.”
It was said so quietly that she would have missed it had the hallway not been so quiet. She glanced around but nobody seemed to be around her. It was as if her name was carried in on the wind. A glance up and she noted that the living room was not very far from here so curiously she made her way towards it. Maybe it was just a coincidence. Maybe there was another girl named Agnes at the school who had been addressed…
But once she crept up to the corner and peered inside of the living room, it was obvious that that was not the case. Inside was the familiar form of her roommate, Gina along with a trio of boys who were all crowded around a computer. Agnes heart dropped into her stomach the second she realized what they were looking at…
>> "Isn't that wicked? I'd kill for a power like that."
>> "I'd die if that were my power.”
>> "Wow…That's certainly, ah, something."
Standing at the entrance, Agnes shook her head as she looked over them all as they seemed to be enjoying the sight of her on the video. The reviews were mixed, some announcing that her powers were cool, another grumbling how disgusting it was. All of this was simply becoming too much for the young runaway to handle. Reaching her hand up, she tucked her hair behind her ear as she attempted to try and keep herself calm…but that façade was slowly crumbling all around her. Then, a sniffle made a little louder than she meant it to, attracted their attentions.
“Oh there she is,” one announced who had turned around. He nudged his friends and pointed at her.
The rest of the boys were in silence as they watched Agnes standing there arms crossed over her chest as she seemed almost ready to cry. Because she was upset, an irritated buzzing sound could be heard echoing in the room but it came from only one source…her chest. Agnes had a pretty good handle on her abilities now, but slowly she was beginning to lose her control all over again. She could not bring herself to look at Gina as she glared at the three others.
“What?” she asked sternly. “You all want to stare at the freak? Well here I am…”
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The boys were scrolling down the list of related videos, about mutants losing control over their powers, attacking humans, and the likes, when Agnes entered the room. They were debating what to watch next. Gina frowned at the dearth of videos that didn't view mutants in a negative light. It seemed that only the violent or bizarre made it into cyberspace, which only made them look worse and worse. Gina had her back to her, so didn't notice Agnes enter. Nor, did she here her sniffle. It might have been loud enough for the boys to hear, but Gina hadn't noticed it. She didn't look up until one of the boys glanced over and announced, "Oh, there she is."
Gina looked up in unison with the other two, her stomach hitting the floor when she saw her roommate in the doorway. She was trying to maintain a composure that was gradually slipping, hands hugging around her arms and eyes watering, decieving her emotions. Gina turned her shoulders away from the laptop, as if to show that she hadn't been watching. Too late now.
Agnes' voice was tense with emotion as she demanded, "What, you all want to stare at the freak? Well, here I am..."
Gina glanced towards the boys, whose faces had fallen into varying degrees of unease. Gina could not hear the ominous hum within her roommate's chest from this distance, only felt it tickle at the corner of her hearing. But she still hesitated, only because of the fury with which Agnes glowered at the three boys. Agnes pointedly, however, did not look at Gina.
"Sh*t, son," the second boy breathed, so lightly that the only way Gina knew he had spoken was by the motion of his lips.
"Agnes," Gina sighed, trying to get her roommate's attention. Or, at least, some form of acknowledgement. Her heart was hammering heavily away now, perhaps out of fear, but the adrenaline was causing her arms to quiver slightly. Gina held herself so still that the trembling was imperceptible, though. One of the guys dared to look away from Agnes, glancing towards Gina as if to say, You know her? "It's not like that."
She glanced at the boys, and gave them a wave, as if to dismiss herself. She then shuffled over to Agnes, still trying to meet her gaze with her own. She was within a few feet of her roommate when the buzzing finally became audible enough for Gina to discern, and it was as though the buzzing hadn't started up until she'd drawn close enough. Gina haulted just in front of Agnes, at a distance where it was possible to look around Gina, but virtually impossible to ignore the petite gargoyle. Gina continued to search Agnes' face for a glimmer of reaction, her round, brown eyes piercing into her.
"It's not like that at all, Agnes," Gina reiterated. The hesitance was gone from her tone now, and was replaced with a gentle resolve. She was still trying to be delicate about that matter, but had enough confidence in her friend that Gina was certain that Agnes wouldn't flip out on her. Well, relatively sure, "You know that."
Agnes was still visible upset and because of this the trio of boys who were in the room were obviously uncomfortable. Maybe it was because of the video they had just watched where she sent a wave of insects against a single man that they now feared she would do the same to them. It was one thing calling something in a video “cool” or “impressive” but it was quite another when that force of nature is standing right in front of you with all the potential fury of a volcano ready to explode. From her perspective, she could have let loose, she could have sent another wave after the little punks. After all, with her being a new internet sensation that is what they would expect right?
Why not deliver what is expected of you?
>> "Agnes…It's not like that…It's not like that at all, Agnes…You know that."[/color]
Gina…Gina and her ever sweet, ever persistent voice to keep things calm. For second it made Agnes angry that the young girl could so much as talk to her right now. She caught her red-handed watching that website too! But…once she dismissed the boys away, who took the opportunity to grab their computer and run, Agnes felt her fury towards the young gargoyle melt away.
They said they would be sisters, after all. Sisters make sure to get their facts straight before they get very angry with one another. At least that is how she always believed it should be.
Agnes finally nodded as another wave of tears began to well up in her eyes. She was so tired of crying all the time. So tired of trying to hold anything in, of keeping herself in check so that her swarm did not get overly irritated, like they were now, but she had to choke it back. She simply had to otherwise she would hurt someone she deeply cared about. Gina was sweet, she did not deserve to have insects attacking her before Agnes was frustrated.
With long, steady breath, Agnes calmed herself down as she tried to wipe her tears away. At least the living room was alone for their of rooming mutants as they stared at one another. It was obvious that Gina was not going to go anywhere and Agnes did not feel that her stubbornness warranted her making Gina move. So she stood there, stalemated by her “sister” until she took gulped down and took another breath.
“My life is over,” she muttered as she moved past Gina to take a seat on the couch. “I never should have gone to that museum. I just…I just never should have come here…”
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The boys scurried past and filed out, evacuating the livingroom with haste. None of them glanced back, too concerned for their own hides to give Gina a second thought. The living room was empty once again, leaving the two girls on their own. Good.
Agnes finally decompressed a little, giving a shuddering sigh as tears began to well-up in her eyes. She was still fighting it, still trying to keep her composure. The hum in her chest lessened in magnitude, once again dipping out of Gina's hearing range. Agnes sought the tears with her hands before they barely escaped, finally meeting Gina's gaze. Small, naive Gina, standing there as if she were the eldest of the two-- oh no, she wasn't going anywhere, even if it meant taking on whatever creepy crawlies Agnes contained.
Something in Agnes finally seemed to give, and she moved aside with a mumbled, "My life is over-- I never should have gone to that museum. I just... I just never should have come here." Agnes then took a seat, back to Gina. Oh no, Gina didn't give up that easily. Undeterred, she followed with soft footfalls. She rounded the couch but, instead of plopping down, Gina walked around the coffee table and dragged it closer to Agnes. She sat atop said coffee table, in front of Agnes, letting the room sit in silence.
"Your life isn't over," Gina muttered, sounding a tad cross, and a tad exasperated. She let a small smile escape her, "We can't help who we are, nor can we escape fom it. Things like this are bound to happen, and all that we can do is see how it plays out, and roll with the punches."
Gina leaned forward, taking one of Agnes' hands in her own, and giving it a squeeze. Agnes' hand was so much warmer than her own, stone-cold touch, but at the contact, Gina's skin gradually began to adopt the same temperature as Agnes'. This was her friend, her sister, and no one deserved to feel like this. No one should have to hold all of this in. But... Agnes didn't do heart-to-heart's the way Gina did. Gina was an open emotional book, for the most part, ready to voice complaints or concerns or celebrations when they arose. But Agnes. Agnes was like an onion, for lack of a better way to put it. You had to either peel her back layer-by-layer, or cut straight to the chase-- in this situation, Gina felt the delicate approach to be best.
"I've got an idea," Gina decided, leaning forward. Her tone dropped low, lest their be any prying ears. Secretively, she explained, "I've got a stash of chocolate in our dorm. I can go get it, and then you can tell me anything you have to say." Gina looked at Agnes', giving her a toothy grin, "If you have anything to vent at all, you just say it. And if you don't, well--" Gina shrugged, "--We still have chocolate, and I can do the talking." Because they both knew how hard it was to get Gina to shut up once she started going, "What do you say?"
>> "Your life isn't over…We can't help who we are, nor can we escape from it. Things like this are bound to happen, and all that we can do is see how it plays out, and roll with the punches."
Silently, and more to herself than Gina, Agnes scoffed. Rolling with the punches, that’s exactly how she attempted to spend the last half year of her life. Ever since what her parents did to her, all Agnes could think about was taking life as it came to her. She stopped trying to plan ahead, she stopped thinking she had any sort of a future, she stopped wondering if she could ever have a normal life. Instead Agnes lived for moment, cutting herself down to just making sure that she survived and that was it. Survival was the key to everything...
…and it that were the case than she was failing now. She tried to keep her powers secret, letting only a few select know about them and for the most part she succeeded. Little attention was drawn to her, and when it was, all she had to do was disappear (lock herself in her room) for a few days and soon the talk would be over with. Around teenagers, the world always moves too fast to linger on.
Unfortunately with the way things have developed now, that was not going to be the case this time. A video of her made it on the internet and who knows how many of the students knew about it. In a sick way it made her a celebrity and now that the quiet, brunette who doesn’t talk to anyone has been exposed…they were never going to let her forget it.
Gina was at least kind enough to attempt to do something good. The naivety of the younger gargoyle, wanted to make Agnes smile, but instead it just caused more tears to well up in her eyes. She wished she had that innocence, that surety of life.
>> "I've got an idea…I've got a stash of chocolate in our dorm. I can go get it, and then you can tell me anything you have to say…If you have anything to vent at all, you just say it. And if you don't, well--We still have chocolate, and I can do the talking…What do you say?"
The idea actually tickled Agnes a little as a very small, very weak smile broke across her emotional expression. She had wanted to continue wallowing in her self-pity and anger towards the world for a bit longer but being in the presence of someone like Gina…that simply was not possible. The young mutant had a demeanor that just really made it hard to stay angry at anything, especially her. So, really unable to control herself and, to be honest, at a time like this chocolate sounded so good, she nodded her head.
“Alright,” she whispered as he pulled down the sleeve of her long sleeve shirt and wiped more tears from her cheek. “That sounds good.”
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Agnes scoffed at what Gina said, and Gina inclined her head. As she'd been born into her mutation, she'd been given a good deal more time to contemplate these sorts of things. She was nearly fifteen years old, and she still struggled-- things weren't perfect, but Gina kept on trying. And the fact that she was too stubborn to let the world get the better of her was what kept her going.
Despite her resilience, though, Gina was only aware of a small part of the world, glancing at it through rose-colored lenses. The world would eventual reveal itself for what it was, and she was the none-the-wiser.
The mention of chocolate made a smile touch Agnes' face, which caused the young gargoyle to beam. There, that was what she was looking for-- even in the deepest doldrums, no girl could resist the ever-powerful persuasion of chocolate. Unless, of course, they were allergic.
"Alright," Agnes finally agreed, mopping tears with her sleeve, "That sounds good."
"Excellent," Gina sang, getting to her feet. She patted her friend on the knee, with a, "Be right back." And, with that, she darted out of the room. Gina ran because she was under the impression that, if she took too long, that perhaps Agnes wouldn't be there when she came back. Gina stumbled down the hallway, nearly loosing her traction on the tightly-woven carpet, and came to a skidding halt before the door to their dorm room. She quickly slipped inside, greeted by the coolness of disuse.
Gina padded quietly over to her bed, kneeling slowly beside it. She then ducked under, and fished out a shoebox-sized plastic tub. It was filled to the top with an assortment of individually-wrapped chocolates, the type often handed out at Halloween. Her foster mother had sent her this as part of care package at the beginning of her enrollment. The young gargoyle had eaten very few since. Gina got up, cracking open the lid and fishing out a piece of chocolate. She unwrapped it as she stood and sauntered back towards the door, and then popped it into her mouth. Good, it wasn't stale. Gina replaced the lid, stepped back into the hall, and closed it soundly behind her.
She then galloped back down the hall, and into the living room once more, the container of chocolates tucked up under her arm.
"Record time, baby," Gina sighed, meandering back towards the couch, "I've got the goods." This time, Gina took a seat beside Agnes, sitting sideways on the couch and facing her so that her wings were not awkwardly resting on the back of the couch. Gina popped the container open on her lap, and then set it on the table before the two of them. The wrappers of the fun-sized chocolates glinted in the yellowed electronic light. Gina grabbed hold of a Snickers, unwrapped it, and took a contemplative bite.
"I already tried one in the room," she assured Agnes, "They aren't stale, or anything." Gina took a second bite of the chocolate, finishing her first. She said nothing, at first. Took another chocolate-- a Milky Way, this time-- and began to contemplatively unwrap it.
"So, let's hear it." She was trying to be discrete. Really, she was, but beating around the bush was really hard, "Tell me what you want to say." Gina's smile had gone now and was replaced with pensive, to show that she was ready to listen. She didn't ask Agnes to tell her anything specific, because she was still trying to keep things pretty open-ended-- and direct girl, trying to be indirect, so to speak.
Agnes watched as the young gargoyle suddenly sprang up from her spot across from her and made her way over to the hall again. That was quickly followed by what sounded like stumbling and Agnes could only shake her head and chuckle a little inwardly. That girl really was the sweetest person she ever met and she prayed that hoped that she managed to keep that sense about her. The world could be an entirely cruel and unforgiving place and as much as she did not want to believe that, she prayed it would not get to someone like Gina. There had to be a few good people still in the world. There simply had to be…
Once she was gone though and her thoughts reverted back to the evils of the world…her parents popped back into her mind. Sometimes she felt like she was from bad soap opera or cable drama. The things that happened to her…they just did not happen to normal people. At least, in her opinion, they were not supposed to. Look at Gina, she has a very visible mutation and yet she still had loving parents. Maybe it was just the luck of the draw.
Before she knew it, she heard the sound of scampering feet and she had to smile slightly and Gina appeared from around the corner, carrying a container.
>> "Record time, baby…I've got the goods…I already tried one in the room…They aren't stale, or anything."[/i]
Once Gina plopped down next to her and opened the box filled with all sorts of Halloween candy, she arched a brow. Halloween was a while ago but apparently it was all still good. Gina promptly demonstrated this when she unwrapped a piece of Snickers candy and chomped down. It certainly smelled good…
“That’s good,” she smiled. “Would have hated to have been promised chocolate and you couldn’t deliver,” she weakly joked.
Picking out a mini Kit-Kat she sighed as the scent of the candy as it unwrapped and popped a piece into her mouth. That sweet sensation as it rolled over her tongue immediately began to release the good hormones in the base of her brain. It felt so good to taste something so sweet at a moment where she felt her life had taken a turn for the worst.
A couple of thoughtful bites and Gina finally broke the ice and turned to more important matters.
>> "So, let's hear it…Tell me what you want to say."[/i]
Agnes sighed. She did not want to tell her the whole truth. She did not want to ruin her view of the world, to mar those rose-colored glasses that she wore…but she could not hide it anymore either. If they were to be sisters, Agnes had to stop being so secretive, so locked away inside her own chest. Besides…sometimes it was therapeutic to just open up. At least that is what she has heard…
“Gina…” she started as he let the chocolate bar hand limp in her hand. “...the reason I’m scared…the reason why I never wanted to be something like ViewTube...is because I don’t want to be found.” she whispered honestly, her eyes hurt and tired looking. “My…My parents…they…they were very bad people. Very…very…very bad. And…because of them I ran away from home. For six months I lived in alleys, ate from dumpsters, slept in abandoned buildings, all because I did not want to be forced to go back home. For all they knew I simply dropped off the face of the earth.” She took another breath…and another piece of candy from the container, her eyes avoiding looking at Gina for a while now. “But…because of a video like that…there’s every possibility that they now know I’m alive.” She turned to look at Gina squarely in the face now as she spoke in a hushed and worried whisper. “I can’t allow them to find me again. I just…I just can’t…” she cried now, her eyes tearing up as she struggled to compose herself. One might think a story like this would be too tough on someone of Gina’s disposition…
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“That’s good. Would have hated to have been promised chocolate and you couldn’t deliver.”
"Hey, I'm a woman of my word," Gina smiled, raising her next piece of chocolate with a nod, as if to propose a toast. She wouldn't promise chocolate unless she knew that she had some. As Gina pressed for some sort of revelation, Agnes sighed with hesitance, not meeting Gina's gaze for a moment. Gina waited patiently. All she could think was that, if it took so much effort to find the right way to put things, she must have been keeping it in for a very long time. Gina bit her lip, preparing herself.
Agnes began to haltingly explain her predicament, obviously dropping a lot out and offering her friend no more than a Reader's Digest-version of what she'd been going through. How she'd run away from home to escape her horrid parents, how she'd been living the life of a homeless girl to avoid being found-- making meager existence by eating out of dumpsters, living in alleys and sleeping in empty buildings. And how, now that there was a video of her on the internet, she feared that she would be found. For almost the entire time, she did not lift her gaze to look at Gina, speaking more to her lap than the girl beside her. And, when her gaze finally lifted, the flakes of resolve that Agnes had managed to wrap about her fractured and broke away, leaving a frightened, quietly crying girl. Gina saw the glimmer of fear and exhaustion and pain within her eyes, saw that this danger was all-too-real, and felt as though she was actually seeing Agnes for the first time-- not the aloof, stonewalling Agnes, but the real Agnes.
Listening to Agnes speak, listening to her spill out what she could of her story, Gina felt her motherly, sisterly side began to emerge. Not quite the Momma Bear, but not quite unemotional about the matter, Gina did what any friend, any sister, would do. She moved the plastic tub of chocolates aside, resting it on the coffee table. With open arms, Gina edged closer to Agnes, and she only uttered one thing, "Come here."
Sitting on her knees, Gina laced her arms around her Agnes's shoulders, and rested her chin upon her head. Let's face it, Gina was short, and if she wanted to properly hug anyone consolingly, she had to get some sort of heigh-boost on them. Gina held the other girl, her senior, her sister, as if she were the older, more mature one. Though younger, Gina felt the same protectiveness an older sister might feel for her younger-- anger, sympathy, sadness, and fear for Agnes and her situation churned in her stomach.
Gina didn't need details-- her imagination was good enough, and knew by the look in Agnes's eyes that the danger was more dire than she'd let onto. She might be naive, but she was no fool. Of course, with Agnes' tale of her situation, Gina began to realize how fortunate she was, to have been found by someone so kind as her foster mother-- how fortunate she was to have brothers as kind as hers. What would have become of her, if she'd been kept by her family? Or worse, what would have happened if she was born normal and became a gargoyle? Would she have been neglected, or abused, and forced to run off from home for her own self-preservation? Suddenly, abandonment seemed like small change compared to Agnes's rollercoaster of a teenage life. As if it wasn't hard enough to be a teenager already.
The mixed emotion that simmered within the gargoyle's stomach left her speechless for a good extent of time. She wasn't short of things to say, but she was afraid that, if she spoke, her voice would quiver-- be it shaking with anger, or fear, or sympathetic sorrow. When Gina finally found words to say, finally rediscovered that she had a voice, her tone was level, if not a bit quiet.
"Agnes," Gina began. Why didn't you seek help, she wanted to say? Someone out there, somewhere, would have been willing to help her. She wasn't alone. To have hid in those alleyways, to have lived that life, had been tremendously brave, but it had also been an act of cowardice. Hiding might bandage wounds, but it didn't heal them. Someone had to do something about it. "I can only fathom what you've been through, but you can count on this-- I will do everything that I can, everything within my power, to stop whatever it is that has happened to you from ever happening again, come Hell or high water." Gina meant it, too-- no one deserved to live like that, particularly not one that Gina held so near and dear. And, if there was anything she could do about it, she would. Perhaps she wouldn't have made such a promise if she knew the extent of Agnes's problems, if she were a little more worldly and had a stronger sense of self-preservation. But Gina was a stubborn one, however naive, and her word was a word kept. She would do precisely what she had said-- she'd protect her friend, no matter what, no matter the repercussions.
Agnes had told her story, well, the broken up and watered down version of it. Even as she spoke, she had to admit that it sounded more and more like some random hardluck story and anyone can read it the paper about a teen running away from abusive parents. But it was so much more than that. While she was sure that most teens who have had to live through something like that find it difficult and tough, no two cases are ever really the same. People handle things differently, some teens survive without memory, some will never forget…and sadly some never survive. It was a harsh and cruel fact…
Agnes survived…but there are times when she wished she didn’t. Inadvertently she reached down and rubbed her stomach. Even through the fabric of her shirt she could feel the raised scars from the branded crucifix. She would carry the scars from her ordeal for the rest of life…
It was then that Gina reacted in only the way that Gina could react…
>> "Come here."[/i]
Kneeling before her, Gina pulled Agnes in for a hug and the runaway could only comply. Her best friend, Sveta, could not hug her, and really she did not know anyone else that well. And in all honesty, Gina did give the best hugs at the most appropriate times. Leaning in, she let the young gargoyle wrap her arms around her and pull her close.
It was a strange feeling to be hugged when you are so unused to it. To feel that close to someone, to feel their body against yours, their arms wrapped around, their breath on your neck, their true and gentle affection that they convey with such a small action. Agnes wished that she could have been hugged more in her life. She really did because never did she feel this close to anyone before. In high school, her “friends” were more just social butterflies trying to pull Agnes into their world of fashion and society. But they only wanted her because she had what they called a “model’s look” rather than anything to do with her as a person. Whatever the case…Agnes severely lacked in hugs.
Good thing she now rooms with a mutant who specializes in hugs…
She sniggled a bet as her emotions got the best of her and she began to sniffle a little. It was hard, it really was to let herself fully feel this affectionate act. Maybe her parents had damaged her more than she could never know…
>> "Agnes…I can only fathom what you've been through, but you can count on this-- I will do everything that I can, everything within my power, to stop whatever it is that has happened to you from ever happening again, come Hell or high water."
Agnes smiled sadly because she knew that Gina meant every word of that. She knew that because of the younger girl’s affection towards her, she would have a companion that would fight by her side had she asked her. She knew that…but that was not what she wanted. Gina…she was so innocent, so pure of heart that she had no right to be corrupted like that. She saw the world in a way that few, if anyone, could see it. And it was not right to take that away from her. More people needed to see the world as a beautiful place and Agnes was not going to pollute that.
Leaning in, very gently Agnes kissed Gina on the forehead, running her hands through her curly hair. She never had a sister before but she was glad that she had one now.
“Thank you Gina, I couldn’t ask for a better sister than you,” she smiled warmly, still trying to wipe tears as they rolled down her cheeks. “But…you need to listen to me,” she said seriously. “If…anything…anything at all happens to me that involves my parents, you need run and you need to forget me.” There was nothing but seriousness in her voice. “My parents…t-they’re monsters. More than you could ever understand and I’m not going to let their poison get to you.”
Again she felt the scar on her stomach underneath her shirt and Agnes could only shudder in fear. She could not allow that to happen to Gina. She simply could not…
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Gina beamed at her hug and her offer of protection being so well-recieved. Agnes leaned in and pecked her on the forehead, a motion that Gina was well-accustomed to from her foster mother, and she petted her hair down.
Agnes thanked her for her kindness, but then shifted tones quite rapidly, the warmth that had momentarily seeped into her face replaced by a very serious one.
"But... you need to listen to me-- if anything at all happens to me that involves my parents, you need to run and you need to forget me. My parents... t-they're monsters. More than you could ever understand, and I'm not going to let their poison get to you."
Agnes touched her stomach as if a momentary sickness passed over her, shuddering faintly. Gina missed the actions, though, for she had glanced aside to retrieve the chocolate box once more. The motion was more of just a ploy to avert her eyes, as they were currently filling with conflict.
Gina was troubled by how Agnes had told her that she "needed to forget her" if her parents ever came around. Her parents sounded awful, just by the way that Agnes talked about them, but Gina was blindly willing to go to any length to save a friend. Any length. She didn't care if they were psycopathic, axe-wielding mutant-haters (which, little did she know, was a relatively accurate, if not insufficient, description)-- if anyone crossed her, or her friends, she'd leap in and save them. But, looking at how troubled Agnes was by the idea. Unable to make a promise she couldn't keep, but unable to go against a promise her friend was asking her to make, Gina stalled.
She unwrapped the chocolate and popped it into her mouth, peering at her friend with furrowed brow and the gears still obviously turning in her head-- her gaze held the look of one still trying to work on what to say, still piecing things together, still searching.
Finally, Gina mustered up an unconvincing, noncomittal, "I'll try," with the disclaimer of, "That's the best that I can offer." She was too stubborn to give up on friends, to stubborn to let the "bad guy" win. But she couldn't tell Agnes that she would go after her, and wouldn't tell her that she refused to forget her. And so, she opted for the next best thing to lying-- making no guarantee at all.
She wadded up the wrappers she already had in her hand and set them on the lid of the box, reaching for another chocolate. She could work it all off, flying, anyways. In an attempt to switch gears, Gina inquired, "So... since the word is out about your mutation, can I ask you a question, Agnes?" She contemplatively unwrapped the next piece of chocolate, "It isn't invasive or technical or anything, but if you don't want to answer any questions, I totally understand." After all, Gina had grown up in a tourist town, grown up being asked all sorts of bizarre questions by sightseers of the bumbling or brave-hearted sorts-- she fully understood the unwillingness to fill out the verbal questionnaires by the curious few, though answering questions was much more preferred over surreptitious pictures snapped from the safety of cars, or overt staring-- or, for that matter, videos posted on ViewTube of anomalous stuff.
>> "I'll try…That's the best that I can offer."[/i]
Agnes smiled a bit relieved, thankful that Gina would at least give her that much. As much as she liked the young gargoyle, she did not want her to be around if her parents managed to weasel their way back into her life. She could not allow what happened to her to ever happen to Gina. Just the thought of it made the runaway sick to her stomach. To imagine that either of her parents or their followers could capture someone as sweet as Gina and do that to her…well…it would send her off the deep end. It would make her repeat what she did at the museum but in a larger scale. Somehow she would manage it.
Things began to take a calmer turn after that. Gina turned to grabbed the rest of the chocolate, apparently deciding to let the whole incident of her past drop. The runaway was thankful for that since she really did not want to get into it with Gina. The girl knew her parents were bad, that was all she needed to know. And she prayed, she hoped and she prayed that if they did manage to get back into her life…that Gina would indeed run.
Once that was out of the way, Gina finally turned onto the subject of her powers. Yes, for a while now Agnes had been attempting to hide her ability from her “sister”, but it was only because it was such a grotesque ability. Barely anyone tolerated bugs as it is, but having to watch as they crawled and flew out of a girl’s mouth? That was disturbing, even for her and she was the one doing it. It was not right to impose that kind of knowledge on someone as sweet as Gina. At least that is what Agnes tried to convince herself of...
>> "So... since the word is out about your mutation, can I ask you a question, Agnes? It isn't invasive or technical or anything, but if you don't want to answer any questions, I totally understand."[/i]
She could only smile at the gentle gargoyle. Of course she would have questions about her abilities. Frankly Agnes did not like going into too much explanation about them, but considering that she had just been oust publicly on the internet, there was really no need to keep any more secrets about her powers from, let’s face it, one of her best friends here at the mansion. The least she owed her was an explanation on what she could do. After all, Gina was more than open about her own abilities.
Agnes smiled warmly and Gina and nodded her head as she reached into the container and plucked out another mini-chocolate. Hmm…3 Musketeers…
“I guess I really don’t have anything to hide anymore, do I?” she said with a smile back at Gina. She shrugged her shoulders as she bit into the opened candy. “Ask away.”
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Gina exchanged the smile that touched Agnes' face when she managed to muster up the "I'll try...", her smile more of relief that Agnes hadn't pressed for an all out promise, hadn't noticed that she didn't really mean it. And then, Gina finally made it around to her question. Her permission to ask said question, that is.
>>“I guess I really don’t have anything to hide anymore, do I? Ask away.”
Good, she'd recieved approval. There was really only one question that really needled at her brain, only one question dire enough for her to ask. Only one question, of which she'd request of Agnes, and nothing more.
"What kind of bugs do you-- y'know--?" Gina made a "bleh" sound, as one would when simulating throwing up, and then waggled her fingers to show that Agnes was in control of the hypothetical She wasn't too terrified of most bugs. Sure, bugs made her uncomfortable (after all, who was wholly comfortable with bugs), but there was one bug that held presidence over all in Gina's book of fear. That bug was the almighty mosquito hawk. Anything, but that.
"I mean, you don't have any... mosquito hawks in there, do you?" Her brow stitched, a small smile upon her lips. Of all the things that she simply had to ask Agnes-- not how, not why, but what. Even if Agnes did spit up mosquito eaters, Gina would learn to tolerate them, but it be a very long and trying road towards tolerance.
Agnes sat back and braced herself. What possible type of question could Gina have for her? Did she taste the bugs? Could she feel them inside of her? Maybe she was curious if she could commune with them, or if she had to eat garbage or do other disgusting bug things to keep them happy? The disgusting types of questions that she could possibly get were absolutely endless. It seemed that no matter what, she was going to be in for an embarrassing time in order to explain her ability.
It was not a conversation she was looking forward to having. But she knew that Gina had a right to know. After all she was her roommate and friend…
And then she asked…
>> "What kind of bugs do you-- y'know--? I mean, you don't have any... mosquito hawks in there, do you?"
Agnes paused, a little unsure of what to say. Was…that really it? No questions about if she was a giant bug or if she had the urge to wallow in garbage like the rest of them, just a simple…did she have mosquito hawks inside her? Huh…that really was the simplest question that Gina could have asked because honestly and truly Agnes had a clear and definite answer that did not require interpretation or possible misunderstanding…
“No.” she said truthfully.
It felt good to answer a question about herself with such clarity as that. It really did make her feel almost normal. After all, normal people could answer questions without having to struggle over how much they reveal right? It was a good feeling to know that at this point she had that power to so much as act normal.
Her smile grew a little as she looked over Gina’s innocent face. Why did she looked so terrified at the concept of “Mosquito Hawks” but really Agnes had no idea what those were. Whatever it was, she was glad that it was not one of the usual denizens that took up residence within her body.
“No,” she announced again and shook her head. “I’m sorry if this grosses you out, but all that…you know…?” she mimed that same motion she just made indicating the spewing out of insects, “comes out are roaches, flies and wasps.” she shrugged as she grabbed another mini candy. “They really only come out when I’m upset or threatened though. They…try to protect me, I guess. Kinda like…little guardians…”
She understood how lame that sounded and hoped that Gina was not offended by it.