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.
((OOC: This thread takes place during the Pokemon Tournament.))
Roland navigated the streets that led to the Mansion, driving a 'Kooky Klown Ice Kream' delivery truck. Sinatra was crooning on the radio and he was singing along as he approached the setting for his most epic of capers.
" Regrets...I've had a few...but then again, too few to mention....I did what I had to do..and saw it through without exemption..I planned each chartered course..each careful step along the byway...and more..much more than this...I did it myyyyyy wayyyy.."
He popped the CD out and put it in a case, hoping that future vehicles had a player for it. The truck rolled into the driveway, more vehicles waiting for the event that was taking place on the grounds that day. Roland imagined the children all dressed up, playing their little pretend game with their gifts. It was really such a waste. they would never be prepared for what was coming. Which was a good thing, but still. It seemed as if the X-Men were really spoiling their next generation.
Popping on his little paper hat with the ridiculous clown face on it, he stepped out of the truck and opened the back doors, vapors spilling out over the ground as the cold interior met the temperate exterior. he was careful to actually handle the dolly and load the ice cream onto it, just in case wandering electronic eyes might be spying. No reason to give his gifts away, as they were the only way to pin him down. This would be the last time he could use his face as a mask, but what a glorious way to do so.
Rolling the ice cream up to the gates, he pushed the little call button. A tinny electronic voice said --Yes?-- to which he replied, " I have ice cream here for the Tournament." A moment of silence passed. ---I don't think we ordered any ice cream.---- Small problem, but not so small considering the audience. " Oh? That's too bad. I have it here as a gift from...Jacobs and Jacobs Security Firm. The note says Good Luck Trainers! on it. You sure you want me to take it back?" Another moment passed and a young man in his late teens appeared, his eyes gleaming over the delivery. The important part was the gates being opened for him.
He began pushing the dolly along toward the Mansion, the sounds of cheering and laughter drifting from the grounds in front of the structure. " Do you have a freezer I can put this in?" The young man nodded and walked him to the side opposite from the fanfare toward a service entrance. When asked what flavors he had, Roland passed him the fake manifest. The original had the actual delivery stops on it. This one had the entire contents of the truck going to the Mansion. Eyes lit up beside him as the kid realized it was all coming there." Very good. I'll wait here."
Of course, when the kid returned, only the dolly waited. Roland was on his way upstairs to the Infirmary to greet dear Alexandra.
The pen she had been holding now rested in her mouth while the clip board she had been scribbling on for the past hour was tucked under one arm while she reached inside one of the Infirmary’s many cabinets to pick up an almost empty bottle of hydrogen peroxide solution. A quick glance around the cabinet confirmed that the wound cleanser for injuries that weren’t bad enough for the Doc to heal needed to be replaced.
Alexandra had postponed this part of her job as much as she could. Glancing around the cabinets was far from being very entertaining and wandering around the infirmary while the Doc was there and various students came to be treated after rough Danger Room sessions proved to be difficult. Now, fortunately, she had a few spare hours. With the Pokemon tournament going on outside, almost all students were there either watching or participating and the Doc was there too, in case any accidents happened. So, although not thrilled, Alexandra had picked up the handy clipboard and a pen and started writing down what needed to be replaced or refilled.
Her intention of reaching up again to place the bottle back and write down hydrogen peroxide solution on the list was quickly replaced when the sound of the doors opening had gotten to her ears. Half curious, half disturbed by the fact, Alexandra turned around. And froze. A long time since she had seen this face. And sincerely, Alexandra had no desire to see him now. Not in the Infirmary, not at the Mansion. Outside of it, of course, she would have ‘enjoyed’ meeting him. After all, he had in his possession something that was rightfully hers. But now, in the Mansion, his presence meant trouble.
Unconsciously Alexandra let the bottle slip out from her hand. The short trip to the floor ended noisily and messy. She paid attention to that for a mere moment before her eyes, unprotected by the usual colored lenses narrowed at the man with a paper hat on. A detail that otherwise would have been funny. Now it served as a confirmation to her suspicions. A hand traveled up to remove the pen from her mouth. Lips turned into a straight line as she tossed both pen and clipboard on one of the shiny countertops behind her. “What are you doing here?”
Roland's shoes clicked against the hardwood floor of the landing once he arrived at the top of the stairs. No reason to be wary, as all the children were playing outside as they should have been. Only adults were to be indoors today. He recalled the location of the Infirmary from his tour given by dear Nehandra so long ago. It would be nice to run into her again. Nostalgia aside, there was another beautiful face from the past he was about to see again.
The Infirmary doors opened wide, finding Alexandra in a nurse's uniform. How did she know? Had she been peeking into his room at night? He just couldn't help himself. In the time it took for her to stare at the mess she had made and ask him the same old tired question, he had his arms around her, his lips pressed into hers. Drawing away quickly, he still carried her scent on his clothes and her taste on his lips. He took a seat on one of the beds and pulled a cigarette.
" I didn't know you wore contracts, darling. So many secrets you keep." A Zippo appeared in his hand and he lit his cigarette, drawing in the fresh burn that only a Dunhill International could. Exhaling and blowing the smoke out, he looked her over, the kukri taped to his back appearing next to him, just in case.
" I've got some work for you to do. You are going to help me kidnap Silver Streak. Today. If you don't, everyone will know who you are. Any questions?" He couldn't be more excited. Well, maybe if she'd get out of that damned uniform.
Instead of offering an answer Roland approached her and before she could question about his intentions arms were wrapped around her body, lips pressed against hers. And as quickly as it started, the kiss ended, leaving Alexandra once again mute. While she should have known that everything was possible with Roland she couldn’t help herself stare in disbelief at the man.
Her intentions were many and none peaceful. Claw his eyes out, plant her shoe in his face, slap him… and yet, she didn’t do anything but blink once before narrowing her eyes at Roland, letting her face express the violent desires and the indignation roaming around in her head.
And she waited for him to speak. His comment about her contacts received an arched eyebrow in response. Many were the secrets she wished he didn’t know. Alexandra folded her arms, stepping over the smashed glass, closer to Roland, glancing for a moment at the knife that appeared to his side. Her eyebrow arched more as Alexandra shifted her eyes back to Roland and then stopped once she was close enough.
As soon as Roland finished speaking once again, she laughed. A short lived laughter and a fake one, too. “You’re crazy.” Her statement was followed by a quick motion of her hand that ended up with removing the cigarette from Roland’s mouth. “No smoking in the Infirmary.” A few steps to the side and Alexandra was dropping the cigarette in the sink and letting the water pour on top of it for a moment before discarding it in one of the trash bins.
Turning around, Alexandra leaned on the edge of the sink, sighing. “And put that away.” She nodded once toward the knife. “I am not going to kill you… in the mansion.” A sly grin appeared for a second on her lips, disappearing as soon as she started to talk again. “The answer is no.”
She approached, her hips slinking that sweet nurse uniform in his direction. Her hand reached toward him. Would it be a caress or a strike? Roland didn't so much as flinch, anticipating the former. " No smoking in the Infirmary." It caused a slight shiver, her forceful intentions and her quick grasp of his smoke. He watched her put it out, his eyes glued to her movements. He sincerely hoped his obvious ogling only turned up the heat.
"And put that away."
He looked over at the kukri and pulled his shirt tails out, sliding the blade back manually beneath the tape on his back. Standing now from the bed, he offered his apologies." Sorry Love, I didn't mean to offend. We've just enjoyed such a tumultuous relationship. Fortunately we will have plenty of time to spend together today. Consider it a date if you like." She was in no way amused, but it was alright. They did indeed have plenty of time together today. There would even be a memento of the occasion.
"I am not going to kill you… in the mansion.” Roland smiled and winked at Nurse Sexy. " Well, I would hope not, that would ruin our date. Also, it's fair to mention that I am not the only person who knows about your dirty little secret, so killing me, while perhaps satisfying your ego, won't save your secret. The only thing that will save you is complying to my instructions." Roland stepped past Alexandra and fished out the wet cigarette butt, putting it in his pocket. No reason to leave DNA for someone to use against him later.
Returning to his spot on the bed, his eyes caresssed her form brazenly once more. " I guess you want that little flash drive back that I got from you in Romania. It's waiting at the final destination of our date. Should you perform as requested and not deviate from instruction, it will be returned to you at the end of the evening. Now, how are we going to go about getting Streak? I brought a tranquilizer dart gun to shoot him with. You have to come up with how he will not show up covered in that pesky silver skin. Any suggestions?"
An intriguing man, Roland was. Alexandra flipped her hair over her shoulder, while her eyes followed him around the infirmary. Head tilted to the side curiously, she watched him fish out the cigarette from the trash bin – paranoid much? She ran her tongue over her lips a bit amused while listening and by the end of the phrase she was biting on her lower lip, eyebrows knitted together into a frown . Words like ‘comply’ and ‘instructions’ made her sore. She did have a problem with authority.
However, the mention of the flash drive managed to pique her interest. Of course far from being enough to make her instantaneously agree with Roland but enough to make her think about it for a second or two. Although the final decision had inclined toward the negative answer once again, Alexandra extend her hand to block Roland’s access back to the bed. A step later she was standing in front of him, hand planted firmly on his chest, chin held high in defiance.
“Roland…” A short pause followed, in which Alexandra gave a quick scan to Roland’s face before shifting her attention back to his eyes. “The files were not deleted from the computer.” Not all of them anyway. Not a detail Roland needed to know. “The X-Men know about what I’ve done.” A bit of a stretch there. Not every X-Man knew and even those who did were familiar with pieces of her history. Again, a detail Roland did not need to know. “Now leave.”
On his way back to the bed, Roland felt Alexandra's warm hand on his chest. Perhaps she wanted to play masquerade as well. She already liked dress up and she was definitely playing a role here in the Infirmary. He looked down at the hand briefly, his head rising to meet the disgruntled face of Nurselicious. “Roland…The files were not deleted from the computer. The X-Men know about what I’ve done.” His eyes sparkled with curiosity and wonder. Perhaps she was just insane and not as dense as he had once surmised.
"Now leave." Yes, she was definitely insane. Roland had tried his best with her to be charming and pleasant about this business, but it seemed at every corner, she only wished to shut him down and shoo him away. The sparkle went out to sea, replaced by the dark tides of a new moon. Allowing the hand to remain in its place, he attempted to spell it out for her one last time. If reason didn't work, there were other avenues. There always were.
His eyes remained in constant combat with her own. " I'm going to assume that you were in Romania so long that the English language is beginning to become foreign to you again. I'll speak slower, if it helps. I know you work for the Kabal. Someone else does as well. If you kill me or I leave without Streak, you are ruined, as I will not return with you and him as I am ordered to. Your only hope to keep your secret lies intact are to go along with what I say." His hand slid around her wrist and violently pushed it aside. " Good girls keep their hands to themselves."
He turned his back on her, clearly provoking her if she so felt the need. He was really quite done with her games and it was time to move out. " Here's the news. You are going to call Streak and tell him to meet you somewhere quiet. The Library will work fine. You will keep him busy and unarmored until I can put this tranquilizer dart in him. After that, you will help me carry him to the hangar. We are leaving by air." He turned to face her once more, his eyes as solid and serious as the business end of a pistol. " Don't play games with me, Alexandra. Or I will forward the files to Interpol and you can just go to France with me for conspiracy to commit genocide. Maybe we'll get shot on the same day. Now call Streak."
It didn’t work. She should have known better. But at least she tried. Alexandra’s calm appearance vanished, leaving room for the good old hatred. Features became sharp, eyes became piercing. Her breathing pattern became irregular as a result of her attempts to keep her anger in check. In dark corners of her mind, the demon’s eyes sparkled expectantly, waiting for the opportune moment to sneak out of the cage and deal with the situation in its own primordial ways. Crush the enemy. Care not for the consequences.
Insults, Alexandra could handle. Roland wasn’t the first to choose that path. Threats… she despised. The rational side was tied tightly in a corner with no other way out than doing what she was told. The emotional side whispered dark thoughts into her ears, dismissing threats and consequences into nothingness, leaving room only for vengeance.
Today, however, Alexandra was not reckless enough not to care about magnitude of the events that would follow in case she ignored the threats Roland had so kindly delivered. Resignation washed away the vile thoughts concerning Roland. Other things were simply just more important at the moment.
Her hand was violently pushed aside. Alexandra let it drop by her side carelessly. Good girls kept hands to themselves? She snorted at this. Good girls didn’t want to shove their hands down someone’s throat and rip its insides out either. Multicolored eyes burnt holes into the man’s back, his position inciting to dark thoughts once again – she had a feeling he was doing it on purpose. Temptation aside, Alexandra listened, a perplex look on her face once hearing the Interpol being mentioned. Conspiracy for committing genocide? That was low, even for Roland. For a brief moment, the blue inside her eyes expanded as hands were curled into fists at her sides. Molecules of oxygen trembled violently around Roland’s head. Then, she simply released them. It wasn’t worth it. “I do hope that I will be the one that pulls the trigger in your case.”
That being said, Alexandra walked away, turning her back to Roland and placing her hands on the edge of the sink. She closed her eyes now, lowering her head slightly while she assimilated the information she had been given. Moments later, a sigh left her lips, signaling her defeat. Voice it out was just not an option right now. “By air you mean you’re stealing the X-Jet, I assume.” Alexandra glanced over her shoulder, locking eyes with Roland. “You’re far more crazy than I thought.” Shaking her head slightly, she shifted her eyes again, looking at the bottom of the sink thoughtfully. “Keep this in mind. I do what you say as long as you do what I say.” Another sigh left her lips as she turned her body around, leaning against the sink, arms folded in front of her. “I want to be able to resume my job here once this is over.”
Alexandra preferred to have time to concoct a plan. Given the situation, she had to make one now. One that preferably won’t blow up her cover. “Somehow I doubt that I’ll be able to do that if I’m helping you carrying Streak around the Mansion. Someone might see me.” And she didn’t want to take any chances. “I’m calling Streak to the hangar. I don’t have access to that part of the basement but I can have someone open the door for me.” Pushing herself away from the countertop, she stepped closer to Roland. “The basement might have video surveillance. So you have to make it look like I’m being forced to walk there if they decide to check it out later.” Not that she wasn’t being forced to do it. But she was thinking about a physical pressure to shove in the faces of the X-Men later. “On our way out there, walk closely behind me. Use that fancy knife of yours if you want. They won’t pay much attention to details now but they will later.” Unfolding her arms, she stepped in the direction of the door glancing behind her. “And take that ridiculous hat off.”
“I do hope that I will be the one that pulls the trigger in your case.”
It would beat looking at some fat faced Frenchie, that's for sure. Roland imagined he would even get a wink in for her before his lights went out. No time for fantasies. Business she wanted and business she would get. Once he turned and began speaking, he watched her slink off to the sink and hang her head in pointed resignation. Good. He was tired of toying with her. Her head turned over her shoulder, eyes locking.“By air you mean you’re stealing the X-Jet, I assume. You’re far more crazy than I thought."
In that short nurse dress, head over her shoulder looking back at him, it was hard to really pay much attention to her. " Not sure if that's a compliment, but I'll take it as one. You know I used to live near here? I watched the Mansion all the time when I worked for Slate. Watched that beautiful jet take off from beneath the basketball court many times. So yes, I want to give it a spin." Her head bent back over, hair hanging, hands braced on the sink for impact. There was some mumbling about wanting to return to her job. Silly lass had no clue what she had gotten herself into. Roland wasn't the one to pull the curtain back.
He listened with vague interest as Alexandra spelled out the particulars of her plan. It seemed sound enough, though he didn't really care for the parts about keeping her cover here at the Mansion. If she were more open to his needs, he might. But as it stood, she wanted him dead and could easily turn the whole situation over on him once they got to a certain point. The basement wasn't exactly full of exits. Roland kept nodding, though he particularly wanted to finish his cigarette. he'd wait until they were out of the Infirmary. She'd be much too busy performing as the helpless victim. The thought brought a smile to his face. Who on Earth would ever believe that?
Oh, well. It was her show for the cameras. The curved blade came from beneath his shirt once more, the paper hat removed by request, folded and put in his pocket. "Any more requests, darling? No? Then let's get this show on the road." He stood aside, leaving space for her to pass him. "Ladies first."
Alexandra wrinkled her nose in disagreement. “Wrong time you picked for being a gentleman.” She scolded, shifting her body around so once again she faced him. A sigh followed. “No ladies first, we get out together. Close.” Her head tilted to the side, eyes gaining a much more amused hint in them. Nope, she couldn’t resist the urge to say it. “Don’t tell me you got all shy and intimidated now.”
Although tempted to grin in his direction to mock him further, Alexandra didn’t. The amusement slipped away and serious features replaced it. “I’m doing what the hell you are telling me to do. So you’d better put more effort in this.” That being said, she stepped closer. “Now-” She couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. Grabbing his knife holding hand – and not being very gentle about it either – she spun on her heels so Roland would stand behind her and put his hand and knife on her back. Also, she pulled his hand – again, not being very considerate about the said member - to motion him closer - really, she couldn’t believe she was doing this. “Let’s go.”
So she didn't think Roland a gentleman. Maybe she just didn't know him well enough. Was this shrew able to be tamed? He sincerely hoped not. The fire of defiance and hatred in her eyes was more than enough fuel for his own inferno.
“No ladies first, we get out together. Close.” That sounded like a solid plan. For some reason, Aexandra was taunting and teasing him. Roland didn't really understand what she was getting at, but it made little difference. If she wanted him close, he would be close. He very well could never have the opportunity again, so why not leave an impression? "I’m doing what the hell are you telling me to do. So you’d better put more effort in this." She spun on her heels and pushed her body back close to his. Closer than comfort. He let his hand be manipulated until she seemed satisfied with their position.
Roland wasn't nearly satisfied with their current positions. He actually had many more in mind. The heat of her body, the scent, her curves pressed into his own. It was just a bit too much. He leaned in close to her ear, his nose tracing against the lobe. "Let's stay awhile. I didn't see any cameras in there." His free hand navigated to her hip, pulling her closer. He took a step as she wished, but not in the direction. it was a step back, pulling her through the Infirmary doors. With a glance, the bolts on each door turned with a slide and a click.
He released her for a moment, walking to the large windows that looked out onto the Mansion grounds. What was about to occur wasn't for the eyes of children. The blinds were turned closed and the large curtains pulled over them, the room darkening with each maneuver. Turning around, he noticed that she still didn't look satisfied with the events that were occurring. He had a mind to change that. " Why don't we just get rid of all of this misguided tension we have toward each other and put it where it belongs? It can be one more secret we keep."
She really wished she was surprised. The thought that Roland might just misinterpret her actions had crossed her mind once or twice. Men. They got so easily distracted. An inaudible sigh left her lips as she was being pulled back into the Infirmary. She sincerely hoped that if someone happened to witness the scene it would look like she was being dragged into the room after trying to escape and not… oh well, not like what Roland had in mind.
Unpleased, Alexandra watched him close the blinds and pull the curtains over them, sinking the room into semi-darkness. Seriously? He actually thought that it was going to happen? Right, cause blackmail was such a turn-on. Oh well. He didn’t want games. She did.
She let him approach her. Even more, she took a step forward herself, letting her features turn into something more pleasant. Something she thought Roland might just enjoy. A half-smile played on her lips as she raised her hand to meet him, placing it softly on his chest. The other hand moved too, yet it didn’t stop at his chest. Fingers trailed over his features lightly, her eyes following the motion. She didn’t look into his eyes, oh no, that, she saved for later. Her fingers stopped at his lips, slowly brushing over them before continuing their way down to his chin, his neck and finally stopping on his chest, gripping at his shirt.
Time for the next move. She moved closer. And closer, and closer, her eyes focused on his lips all the time. And she moved slow, although she was dying to get to the end of this. Who would have thought she would actually enjoy doing this to him? Her lips stopped a mere inch away from his, letting her breath do what her fingers have done before. Her eyes shifted from his mouth to his eyes now and she smiled again. A cruel smile, that is. “Never.Going.To.Happen.”
Her fingers were unclasped from his shirt as she stepped back. Her smile slipped away, and eyes became sharp once again. “Let me spell this out for you cause subtle it’s not working. I’m helping you with your crazy mission because my life and everything I’ve worked for it’s in danger.” A sharp, long breath later, she spoke again. “It doesn’t mean I’m gonna be your whore. So stop insulting me with your actions.” She hoped he would get it cause it was time to move on to business. Turning her back to him, she walked over to the infirmary doors, glancing over her shoulder once she stopped. “Now, if you can keep your pants on, let’s go steal the X-Jet and kidnap Streak.”
It appeared that Alexandra had completely resigned, approaching him as he approached her. The look in her eyes was visible, even in the shadows of the room. She knew that it was inevitable, considering how cold each of them were. They were two snakes destined to mate, even if they had to bite each other to death first. Her hand met his chest once more, but this time the pressure was gentle. He watched as her other hand trailed over his face, fingers tracing over lips.They moved down toward the other hand, gripping his shirt.
Then she began to move. Slowly, so terribly slowly. Her eyes and full lips moving toward his own. She was so close, he could smell her breath, feel it as it also traced over his own. His own hands caressed her curves as the moment of ignition and impact loomed on the horizon. He waited for her eyes. Once their eyes met, it would all be over.They met his own and a smile crossed her face."Never.Going.To.Happen.” In an instant, Alexandra stepped away from him, the cool features and angry eyes right back where they had started. A trick? Roland respected her acting abilities. He wasn't even angry. If that was an act, the real thing would be something completely different.
“Let me spell this out for you cause subtle it’s not working. I’m helping you with your crazy mission because my life and everything I’ve worked for it’s in danger.” Roland merely looked at her, a smirk and eyes of curiosity following her small rant. “It doesn’t mean I’m gonna be your whore. So stop insulting me with your actions." Not yet. Perhaps he had misjudged her. When he had time to think about it, he might recall all the moments he had seen her in the past. He found it appealing that she could be insulted by him. That meant she was still malleable. He put his hands out to her, slightly, her scent still clinging to him. " Fair enough. We aren't done here though." Not by a long shot.
She resumed her place at the doors, her head swiveling back to him once more. All illusions of fantasy gone. She meant business and he was just as happy to oblige.Now, if you can keep your pants on, let’s go steal the X-Jet and kidnap Streak.” The pain of failed success lingering below, Roland approached her, the kukri returning to his grip. He stepped behind her, his eyes turning to the locks as they unbolted themselves. Swinging one of the doors open inward, he looked both ways. Still quiet. He stepped behind her, raising the blade's edge to the back of her neck, resting it near her jugular. She was definitely pliable, though she also gained a small amount of respect from him. His grip tightened on her other arm and he pushed her forward slightly. " Alright, get going."
The metal felt cold against her skin. And sharp. Well, at least Roland’s mind was back on the mission. Alexandra guessed that not completely since she didn’t remember having him put the damn knife at her neck. Details were not important in the man’s mind today, she noticed. Or maybe he didn’t want to pay attention to the details that concerned her. Either way, she had to put him on the correct path. Again.
Which was why she resisted when she was nudged forward. Alexandra tilted her head to the side, watching Roland with the corner of her eye while using the same scolding tone from before. “I put the knife on my back with a reason.” Hint, hint. The position of the blade shifted according to her desire. Apparently, he dealt with subtleties better now. Well, that was a surprise.
Alexandra shifted her position once again, eyes scanning the surroundings to confirm the hallway’s vacuity of any other living being – once confirmed, she started moving. Her face shifted from passive to an angered look – her show for any cameras that might have been spying. She didn’t need to pretend much, her feelings for Roland not falling under the kind category anyway but she exaggerated here and there to reflect the story she would present to the X-Men later.
It wasn’t the way to the hangar that was difficult. Looking now at the door that led into the hangar, Alexandra sighed. This was the hard part. Actually doing what she told she’d do. Her hand reached to her pocket, retrieving the communication device that each X-Man possessed and pushed the button that would allow her to talk with whoever was in charge of security at the moment.
“Johnny here. What’s up?” He sure sounded cheerful. “Johnny, it’s Alexandra. One of the kids just phased in to the hangar. I need you to open the doors for me before the traps are triggered.” A pause followed. On the other end, Johnny frowned. “Alex, you know I can’t do that but I can call some-” “And meanwhile someone gets hurt. Just open the doors and tell Streak to get over here too if that makes you feel better. I’m not going to steal the X-Jet in that time.” Funny. She was planning just that. Another pause followed but at the end of it, after a long sigh, the expected confirmation arrived. “Okay. Fine. But if I’m getting into trouble I’m blaming you.” Heh. Poor kid. He had no idea. “Yeah, yeah. Just open the doors and call Streak.”
A push of a button later the communication was interrupted. It didn’t take long for the door to slide open. Glancing at Roland, Alexandra smirked gesturing toward the opening. “Ladies first.”
Alexandra immediately resisted him. What was this? Do the tango in the Infirmary doors? her head turned toward him, eyebrow arched and tone cold.I put the knife on my back with a reason." Roland's own eyebrows raised, the kukri retreating to her back as ordered. As they walked through the halls toward the hangar, Roland mainly minded the floor and her back, his mid trying to sort out what the reason would be. She didn't want it at her neck, but at her back. Perhaps it had something to do with the camera locations that he was unaware of.
Once they reached the hangar door, Roland released his grip on her arm so she could use the communicator. His head swiveled down both halls to ensure no one would walk up on them, which no one did. He really should have done this sooner. He listened to and approved of her story about one of the students phasing inside. Traps? It was a good thing he had her with him, as he had never had the opportunity to discover traps. She was becoming more valuable by the second. He couldn't help but grin when she mentioned the not stealing of the X-Jet. Soon the doors slid open and he heard the mocking voice of Alexandra once more. With the genuine smile attached, it softened the delivery and he entered like a good lady.
His eyes found the Blackbird and for a moment, he just stared at it. As impressive as it had been from a mile away, watching it lift off from here, nothing compared to seeing it up close. His attention returned to the duty at hand as he spied a collection of crates and fuel barrels to hide behind. Crouching down, he placed the kukri at his side and carefully loaded the large tranquilizer dart into the small air powered pistol. There was a separate dart that he thought he might have to use on Alexandra, but it appeared that blackmail was cause enough to perform. All he had to do now was wait for an opportunity. And Streak.
