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.
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New York was dressing itself up for the holidays coming up in a week, reminding Rebecca of her first steps into the city almost a full year earlier. It was hard to imagine how much had changed after twelve months in America: Rebecca made new friends, discovered her sexual identity, fell in love for the first time, and foolishly tossed it all aside.
But hope was not lost! For over a full week, Rebecca and Agnes were doing their best to put themselves on the right track. The initial chain of texts back and forth was trying, but they eventually decided to keep working toward whatever might be left.
It was finals time, so the girls made a compromise: they took things slow to keep their academics on task. There were hundreds of texts between the two of them, and as things started to feel more comfortable, phone calls were even exchanged.
It was not easy. There were arguments; Rebecca's single indiscretions were a hot topic, and Agnes had to repeatedly assure Rebecca that ties were cut with the Church of Sebastian. Rebecca was also feeling uncomfortable about the idea of being with a girl who would never grow old with her, but after the pain of not being with Agnes, forever was not the stopping point it once was.
There was some screaming, and a few frustrated hang-ups, and enough tears to fill bathtubs, but they always called back. Things were starting to make sense again.
Rebecca looked down at her phone; Dec 17. It was the day after the Rebecca's last final, and the first day Rebecca and Agnes were going to meet face to face in hopes of establishing where they might go from wherever they were.
It was a serious matter not to be swayed by shallow influences... but that did not mean Rebecca was going to go looking like a ragamuffin. In the spirit of Christmastime, she found a pretty white blouse to wear under a red coat, along with a red skirt (of respectable length, of course,) and red-and-white striped stockings. (Vicente called it her "Candy Cane Costume," but she thought it was cute.)
Rebecca was leaving the Mansion when she sent a confirmation text to Agnes.
We're meeting at the coffee shop, right?
[Send]
It was probably the third time she asked, but she was taking no chances; she would not be screwing things up for once.
Agnes showed up early. But obviously not too early! That would just be awkward. Glancing at her phone to check the time she saw that she had been there…1 hour…before the meeting time.
…
…
Okay maybe she was a tad bit too early. But, really, Agnes didn’t want to risk being late because of traffic or some other unforeseen incident. This meeting was very important. It was not for a job, or school, or anything basic like that; it was for her love life. Maybe that didn’t seem like the most important thing in the world for everyone, but right now, for Agnes, it was pretty damn important. Especially since this involved Rebecca.
That’s right. She and her ex, Rebecca, were talking again. Ever since they had first contacted one another through text messages, laid everything out on the line, it was decided (however unwise it may seem to others) that they would at least try to build something again.
But it sure as hell was not going to be easy.
Text messages, phone calls, they both had their ups and downs. Some days they were fine and Agnes could actually feel a little of that old spark she had for the sweet redhead; and then other days she wanted to strangle her with her own hands. Their arguments varied between Rebecca’s loyalties to their relationship, and Agnes involvement with that damn Church of Sebastian; many times these descended to rude hang-ups or screaming. But in the end they always managed to contact one another—because they promised they would at least try.
Agnes was good to her word. No matter how upset or saddened she became when reminded of Rebecca’s love affairs, deep down, she knew that she still loved her. She had to right? Otherwise why would she put herself through this hell?
Anyways, things seemed like they were beginning to settle down. They had a good conversation last night that lead to an invitation to coffee. Their first face-to-face meeting since the accidentally ran into one another at the coffee shop. Agnes was filled with…trepidation—at first. She felt like their relationship was a balancing act right now but she didn’t know how much would be too much, too fast. But then again…they wouldn’t know if they didn’t try right.
So…she agreed.
Now, she was sitting, stiffened up, in her chair at a small coffee shop table. Dressed in dark jeans, a deep green and long-sleeved shirt, along with her denim jacket, and a green beanie ( with her ant antennae peeking out), Agnes sighed as she held her cappuccino close. The steaming liquid warmed her hands as she sat at the outside in the cool night air. She knew that she shouldn’t but she couldn’t help but watch the passing faces of the populace…maybe / maybe not looking for Rebecca.
Bzzz!!
Slipping her phone out of her pocket, she peered at the screen.
We're meeting at the coffee shop, right?
Agnes, for whatever reason, couldn’t help but smirk. This was, what, the third, fourth time that she had asked that question today. Apparently she was just as nervous for the meeting. Maybe that was a good sign. Quickly she typed a response.
Yeah. I’m already here.
[Send]
The smilie face should have be a good touch.
***
Deep in the city, overlooked by the eyes of the passer-bys, are the alleys; the dark labyrinths that stretch throughout the metropolis like the nerves and veins of the human body. They can twist, turn, lead to dead-ends, or pass through from one end to another uninterrupted. It was needless to say that the alleys were very important to New York. But despite their importance, it is here that many things go overlooked or unseen. That is all well and good for the time being. After all, people don’t want to realize just how horrible the world can be and glancing into these dark corners can be a harsh reminder.
Disgusting stenches, putrid puddles of unknown liquids, the scratching and crawling of unseen plagues that possess the city through darkness; it was indeed a horrible place to visit it, much less live in.
Well…to everyone except one.
In one of these nameless, shadowy corners, there arose a stirring. A shuffling of oily, moldy clothes patchworked together in a crude manner and gave off a smell so bile-ridden that even the steeliest of stomachs would churn. It was hard to believe that anyone could call these rags clothes. But to him they were more than clothes.
They were home.
Shuffle…shuffle…
How long had it been? A few days? Months? Maybe a couple of years since the last time he stirred. He couldn’t remember anymore. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that when he stirred, it was for a very important reason; one that he simply could not ignore with sleeping.
Raspy breathing could be heard from beneath the hood of this cloak of rags; stinking breath that could only be described as a concoction of disease, puss, rotting food, road kill, and other substances that no human would cloth themselves in.
But he didn’t care.
With another shaky breath, he muttered into the darkness.
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Rebecca was walking at a leisurely pace; she was still running early, the shop was within walking distance of the Mansion, and she--
bzzzt
The girl pulled the phone from her purse and checked the reply she assumed was sent from Agnes.
Yeah. I'm already here. :3
...So maybe Rebecca could pick up the pace a little bit, considering how punctual Agnes decided to be. That was a good sign though, right? Agnes would not have put in such an effort to be early if she was not feeling confident about things.
I'll hurry then!
[Send]
She considered sending a <3 but came to the decision that it could be too soon. If things went well, there would be plenty of time for hearts.
While she briskly walked, maybe there was no harm in sending another text or two... just to pre-break the ice.
She didn’t try to hold back it back this time; she just smiled a she stared at the screen. It was such a simply phrase and yet it seemed to mean the world to her. The idea of that was both scary and exciting.
This really was like whole new territory; almost as if they were going on their first date all over again. Well, in a manner of speaking maybe they really were. It had been two months since the two had seen each other before fate forced them into the same room, locked the door, and threw away the key. Yeah, it was pretty harsh. And though they came out a little frayed by revelations, it really did seemed like they were making some headway.
Part of Agnes…was very happy with that. Maybe, dare she say, even a little optimistic?
Bzzz!!
So... am I the only one a little nervous? >.>
Agnes couldn’t believe it, but Rebecca really did seem to hit the nail on the head. She was just as nervous, if not more so, right now. The idea that she was going to be seeing Rebecca again, with the possible notion of it being romantic, was terrifying. She was finding herself digging up that old spark she used to have for the redhead, but she defended it fiercely too. She didn’t want to get hurt again. But she knew the risks before she agreed to this…umm…meeting? Gathering? Dare she say…date?
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Definitely not. Maybe that’s a good thing?
Okay, so Rebecca never put her phone back in her purse. She wanted to be ready to text Agnes back promptly, and if that meant occasionally bumping into a stranger while her eyes darted back to the screen, the universe would understand.
They were both nervous with good reason. It was a risk, and they could end up realizing things were not going to work out, or they could hurt each other and end up somewhere worse than before.
But nervousness was good, because they both wanted to be hopeful. It was normal to be nervous on... was this a date? It was probably forward to even call it that, but people went on casual dates all the time. It was safe to say their situation was not "casual," so whatever they were doing was at least as date-y as those.
It was risky, but if she pulled it off right, it could also be seen as cute...
Can someone get first date jitters twice? Because I think I recognize these butterflies.
[Send]
Rebecca would cross her fingers. She was only a few blocks away from the shop now.
Can someone get first date jitters twice? Because I think I recognize these butterflies.
This time she didn’t just smirk, she actually laughed out loud. It really did seem as if Rebecca was honing in on absolutely everything that Agnes was feeling.
Haha. Me too.
[Send]
She too felt nearly taken over by the jitters. Just the idea of spending time, real time, with Rebecca again was scary. Up until now, there was a safety next with keeping everything confined to text messages and phone calls. If they managed to anger one another they could just set the phone down, walk away, and catch their breath.
Unfortunately that would not be so easy this time. They were going to be confined by one another’s presences. They would sit together, look at one another, and actually talk. If the wrong thing was said in this circumstance, it would be harder to cool off be just separating themselves.
Yeah. Just the idea of that caused the butterflies in her stomach to flutter uncontrollably. But this was important. She would have to keep her nerves under control. As worrying as it was to admit, she really, really, really wanted this to work out.
Another glance at the passing people as she peered into the dark for Rebecca. Just where was she? She knew the mansion wasn’t too far from here.
Curious, she typed one more message.
So, um…how far away are you?
[Send]
…
God…she hoped that she didn’t come off as desperate right there.
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Haha. Me too.
"Ohthankgod," she muttered quietly to herself, enjoying a deep sigh of relief. She knew deep down that Agnes would find it cute, but there was the nagging worry in the back of her mind that was expecting something like, "You know what? We're not ready for this. Go home." That would have crushed her.
But Agnes gave her confirmation! Even if the label was shaky, they were still both feeling that date vibe, and that was something positive!
bzzzzt
So, um…how far away are you?
Rebecca smirked, feeling her confidence swell a bit at the question. Agnes wanted her to be there. She wanted her! Sure, when she got there, an argument could immediately break out, but that did not matter! Agnes wanted her to be there, and anything else could be worked out.
She was finally feeling truly hopeful about the future of their relationship.
Only a minute out. Trust me, I'm just as excited to see you. I've missed this. So. So. Much.
"Uuuuughhn..."
Before Rebecca could hit the send button, a wheezing, groaning voice caught her attention. After a quick scan of her surroundings, it was clear that the voice was originating a few feet deep in an alleyway from a pile of rags that probably concealed a poor homeless man. From his voice, he sounded... sick? Injured? Well, generally not well.
No one was breaking stride, as was the New York custom, but Rebecca's heart was feeling full. Surely Agnes would not mind if she took a few minutes to perform the Good Samaritan's duties and check on the man.
"Are you okay, sir?" The man did not reply; there were only more wheezes.
Rebecca stepped closer, immediately recoiling as the vile scent of the man entered her nostrils. Her natural instinct told her to go about her day, but she was not going to be swayed by something as superficial as smell if a man was in need.
"Sir, dae you need assistance? Ah'm an X-Man; Ah can help." Or at least contact the proper channels. As she inched closer, she was struggling to see the man beneath the rags. If not for his voice, and the subtle movement of his body, she would have assumed he was an old box of discarded costuming pieces.
In a final attempt, Rebecca moved within feet of the man. "Sir?" There was no metal on him, so he was not going to shank her or shoot her. Slowly, Rebecca reached toward the man, hoping to make her presence known and offer aid so she could get to her long-awaited date.
Resting back against her chair, Agnes had set her phone down onto the table in order to take a sip from her cappuccino. She had not heard from Rebecca yet but she needed a sip of her coffee since the chill of the night was beginning to creep into her bones.
Sitting there, musing, she began to think back over everything that happened so far. It was all just so crazy that she could scarcely believe that any of this was happening. Almost as if the past two months were nothing more than a nightmare that she wanted to wake up from. But she was not crazy enough to every mistake it for false. She knew. Oh yes, she knew that it all really happened and that it was going to take time to pick up all the pieces.
She was right in what she told Rebecca those few days ago—they weren’t the same. They were far different people now; people that had been hit with a huge dose of reality. But maybe that was a good thing. Maybe they needed it. If they were seriously talking about moving in together, they couldn’t very well walk into that kind of commitment with starry eyes. As wonderful a feeling as it was, reality was far harsher than that.
Letting out a little breath, she watched as it form a small cloud of condensation before it disappeared and fluttered off into the blackness of the evening. It was cool out tonight. She could feel it tingling her pale skin.
Speaking of pale skin…
She checked her phone again. Huh. She hadn’t answered her text yet.
***
Shuffle, Shuffle
The mound of rags continued to breath laboriously as it situated itself as tightly against the cold, ooze covered brick wall as it could get. He was comforted by the sensation of rigidity but that was not going to satisfy the pangs that tore throughout his person. It was not going to quell the angry, snapping beast deep in his core and struggled and clawed for a way out of the very depths of his soul. No. it needed to be appeased and it needed to be appeased now.
Sniff…Sniff…
No prey was nearby. How unfortunate. He didn’t care to push himself closer to the angry sounds or bright lights of the streets. Even in the darkness of the night it was still too garish and unholy for him to look at. But he knew. Oh yes, he knew that eventually someone would wander haplessly by. They always do.
Speaking of, when was the last time he ate? Scarcely he could remember. The last he awakened, he was sure that he heard someone mention a strange and distant sound. Maybe it was a word? But that was impossible. What word sounded like Dis-co? Not a real word, surely.
Sniff…Sniff…
Still nothing.
Huuuuuuuunggggrrrrrry!!!!!
His mind screamed at him that he needed to devour something. But what? There was nothing around! Fetid water, the corpses of insects, soiled papers, none of it was the least appetizing. Had things changed so much that he would starve? No. Humans weren’t like that. They couldn’t stand too much chan--
>> "Are you okay, sir?"[/color]
…
Wheeeeeze…
>> "Sir, dae you need assistance? Ah'm an X-Man; Ah can help."[/color]
Sniff…Sniff…
Cough! Cough!
Subtly he shuffled closer to the sound. His movements were so miniscule that they were probably unseen, especially in the darkness of the alley. The cloak of stained rags seemed almost aflutter with anticipation, trying in vain to keep the hungry contained within! Just one more step…all he needed was one…more…concerned…step…
> > "Sir?"[/color]
A glimpse of pale, freckled skin crossed his hood.
Sniff…Sniff…
Hehehehehe! Strawberries. It’s been so long… he thought giddily. And so enticing was that thought that he lashed out, quicker that would seem. Even had anyone looked, all they would have seen was a flash and swipe of blankets of stitched together rags. Putrid, soaked, stained with oils and substances of any and all the most disgusting things imaginable, the cloak of rags blocked the strawberry smelling beauty from view and pulled back towards the darkness of the alley.
He knew that eventually someone would wander haplessly by. They always do.
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Everything happened so quickly... before she could make contact, she felt her body being pulled in by lashes of putrid rags. She screamed, but she had no idea if it was even heard before it was all over, and then there was nothing.
Nothing. There was total darkness, but it was clear that she was still... well, she existed. She was still conscious, but she somehow knew... there was nothing.
Rebecca wanted to move, but as she commanded her arms and legs, she felt... nothing. Her body was there-- she knew that somehow. She simply could not move, like there was nothing to move through. It was like being in a place where the dimension space did not exist.
She could not move. More than that, she could not scream, as much as she wanted to. She could not even breathe. She thought she would feel her heart racing, but even that was still. She was screeching in her own head as she was perfectly confined. She panicked, thinking she would suffocate, but as time went on, she felt no burning in her lungs. She did not even feel anything that would suggest her lungs were in use.
She did her best to calm her mind, hoping to hear the faint sounds of New York City. Unfortunately, she could only hear indefinite silence.
She was nowhere. And it did not make any sense. Was she... dead? Was this some sort of purgatory? Or was she in Hell? The thought was unfair just as she was on her way to--
Agnes! Agnes was waiting for her! Less than a block away! Or she was less than a block away. Now... she could be on another plane of existence. Pulled away just as she was within reach one more time...
Rebecca did her best to reel her panic in. The whole situation had something to do with that man in rags. Was he a mutant? It would be her luck.
She was paralyzed; she was utterly useless now, but she refused to believe she was dead. For as long as she could deny it, she would believe there was more left for her, and that she was alive... even if the evidence was not comforting.
There was nothing she could do but try remaining calm and hoping someone would help her. Agnes would realize something was wrong, and she would be found. It would only be a matter of time...
Agnes fidgeted. And not just a little fidget, but A LOT. She peered at her phone again and saw that indeed there was still no text message. She then picked it up and dialed a random friend to make sure that it had signal and indeed she did. It even indicated that she had full bars! But, despite all of that, she had still received nothing. No messages, voicemails, anything from Rebecca…and that made her worried. At first she began to wonder if maybe her message didn’t go through the first time so sent at least two or three more. But all of them went unanswered.
She didn’t like this. Did Rebecca change her mind? After everything, did the Scot just shake her head and walk away before she even decided to meet with her? It was a horrible thought…but very plausible. It was not as if their conversations lately had been all sugar and sunshine these last few days. It could very well be that Rebecca came to her senses and just didn’t want to put herself through this.
The thought of that hurt—a lot. But she couldn’t jump to conclusions. No. That would not be fair of her to suddenly impose these thoughts on Rebecca. Not after everything that they discussed, everything that they had gone through. After all, wasn’t said conclusion jumping the kind of thing that got them into this hot water to begin with?
Another sigh as she stared down at the cappuccino that he already gone cold in her hands. Maybe Rebecca was just late? For whatever reason, maybe she was just held up. She didn’t want to miss her. And most of all, she didn’t want her to think that she was too shallow to wait.
***
Another Hour Later…
Yeah, Agnes was trying really hard not to panic now. It was getting later, her text messages were going unanswered, and she just had no idea what was going on. And to make matters worse, she was at least on her third cappuccino. There really was too much caffeine in her system to make her remain calm. But she just couldn’t help it. No word from Rebecca was definitely causing her heart to stammer even harder. What was the reason?
She had already cautioned on phone call but had only received a voicemail. She wanted to get mad again, to think that Rebecca had just headed home and that all this was just some elaborate scam to make her look and feel stupid. But, even if they had changed, Rebecca was not like that. She wasn’t that cruel.
She hoped.
But right now. Right now...she just didn't know what to do. That was the most terrifying of all.
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Hour two...
Agnes must be suspicious by now. Of course she would be; Ah was so excited. There was nothing in the world that woulda made me miss our date.
Well, nothing Ah would have predicted. What is this guy? ...Or thing?
Where am Ah? Agnes... please dornt think Ah jist left...
***
Hour five...
They're looking for me. They have to be. Agnes is missing me and th' police are taking reports and chasing the Ragman down. (It's the only name that makes sense.)
Ah wish this place was cold. Cold would be something Ah could feel... and Ah hate how everything feels like it's dragging along. Ah wish Ah could kick or something... anything...
...
No. Even if Ah try nae tae think, there's no sound. Ah'd kill for some sort o' sound. Something... besides me.
***
Hour fourteen...
Ah dornt know why Ah keep thinking about th' time. Ah have no idea how long Ah've been here. Ah still dornt know where "here" is.
It's nae fair... Ah cannae cry. Maybe it'd make me feel... less hopeless.
Agnes... where are you? Please... dornt forget about me...
Twenty minutes later and Agnes was close to being a basket case. She simply couldn’t think of what could have happened. Had Rebecca changed her mind? Had something happened to her on the way to the coffee shop? If so, then it was her fault because she was the one who had decided on this particular place. It was her fault that Rebecca was on her way to meet her and something had happened. There was no one to blame but her.
Breathe
She had to force herself to stop from freaking out. Too much time had passed without a word from the redhead. Too many text messages and phone calls were sent without getting responses. Something must have happened. But who could she contact to talk about this? Felicia had already gone home for the holidays, Gina wasn’t answering her phone lately, and she didn’t want to make a big case out of it by contacting the police just yet.
Damn it. What could she do? Who could she call for help?
Still in the coffee shop, little caring if her cheeks were stained with tears, she started to scroll through her contact list again. Someone…anyone had to be able to help her without pushing the situation into overdrive just yet.
It was then that she stopped on a number that she had just finished adding back into her phone. God, she knew that she shouldn’t ask her for help; it was not right, especially in this circumstance. But Agnes was too anxiety-riddled to really think straight. It was at least someone she could talk to.
Swallowing down her fear, she hit the [Talk] button and held the phone to her ear. It only rang twice before she heard the line pick up.
“Hello?”
“Jasmine,” she muttered into the line. “I….I need your help…please…”
***
It was apparent from Jasmine’s voice that she was not 100% keen on the idea of helping but in the end she wanted to help her friend in any way that she could. With some coaxing, a couple tears, and some promises, Jasmine eventually did agree. She knew that mansion, her sister used to be a student there. Together the two of them would go under the pretense of visiting friends so that Jasmine could check around to see if anyone had seen Rebecca. After first Agnes wanted to go with her but Jasmine convinced her otherwise. Rebecca, despite how late it was, could still conceivably show up.
So Agnes waited…and waited…nibbled on a biscotti that she bought but the hard bread only made her stomach want to boil over with bile. She didn’t feel good, especially since ever few seconds she was checking the phone for either Jasmine or Rebecca to message her. It was just hell.
But, finally, she saw the screen light up to show that someone was calling. She scrambled to pick it up saw that it was Jasmine. Fear gripped her again as she picked up the phone.
“Anything?”
”No, Agnes. I’m sorry. So far no one has seen her today. But students are heading home for Christmas break already so there aren’t as many people as usual.”
“God…” Agnes sniffled as she rested her forehead into her hand and leaned against the table. “Jasmine, I’m seriously freaking out right now.” She hated to talking about this stuff with her other ex, but Jasmine was indeed proving to be a trooper of a friend.
“Agnes, just breathe, sweetie, okay?” Jasmine said calmly. “Listen, I can only guess how hard it is to keep your cool. But you need to. You can’t panic yet or your going to drive yourself crazy.”
“Jasmine, what if she is hurt? What if someone kidnapped her? I…I know that we haven’t talked in awhile but…she just seemed so excited for this meeting. I…I…”
“Agnes, that is absolute, worst case scenario. Don’t jump to that yet, okay? Stay calm.” Jasmine grew quiet on the line, as if she wanted to say something more but just didn’t know how. Finally, though, it seemed as if she mustered up the courage. “Agnes. Let’s not think about worst case, yet. What are the other options?”
Agnes breathed. She tried to calm her heart rate, tried to control her tears because so many people were now looking in her direction. But she had heard Jasmine and, without really meaning to jump to it, she mentioned her other thought on the matter.
“That…she changed her mind. But, she didn’t go home. You said she isn’t there.”
“I know. I asked but no one has seen her. But, is there anyone else that she would have gone to if she had changed her mind?”
Agnes thought. She thought, and thought, and thought. She had come to the conclusion that she couldn’t think of anyone…when a smirking and irritating face popped into her head. Her jaw clenched, her eyes narrowed, she cursed to herself. She didn’t want to see him. Not when things were so fragile with Rebecca still. But…it was the closest person she could think of that Rebecca may run to.
“Gawain,” she muttered through tight teeth.
“Who?”
Agnes shook her head. She didn’t want to leave the coffee shop, but she couldn’t send Jasmine to see Gawain either. No. She would have to handle this part herself.
“I’m heading there now.” she said as she reluctantly moved out of her chair, sent one more message to Rebecca, and left the shop. God, she just didn’t know what the hell was going on now…
"I said "fetch!"" Gawai sighed "Dammit Angua, ya're never be an X-dog with that attitude!"
Said Irish wolfhound sat in the middle of the Danger Room, wagging her tail with all the enthusiasm of a dog that firmly believed she was still a puppy (at the age of 2 and well past the 100lb mark). Gawain stared back with his arms folded.
Jasmine was doing her best to keep Agnes calm, but, to be honest, there was little she could do. Once Agnes arrived at her former home, she met Jasmine outside and immediately began stalk every hall, room, and outside space that she could find. Her mind was just a caffeinated beehive of activity as she searched for any and everyone that was still there. Anyone who know where that cocky-grinned X-Man, Gawain Morris, was to be. So far, though, she was coming up empty.
“Agnes, you need to calm down,” Jasmine tried to urge her.
But Agnes scarcely heard anyone. Her mind raced as she tried to make sense of what was happening. In her thought process, she could only come up with two conclusions: 1) either Rebecca really did get kidnapped, hurt, or killed in some way, or 2) she changed her mind and went to the closest person she could to console herself with. Since Rebecca admitted that such a thing was not really Lexi’s style, that only left one person; Gawain.
Still, try as she might to come up with some resolution to these ideas, she was quickly poking holes in them. She was not 100% sure just how easily Rebecca would be kidnapped, harmed, or killed. Rebecca was an X-Man and, not to make her sound cocky, she definitely had some skills. Her power was strong, she had been training with Emerald, she was just…too strong for to be taken down without a fight.
As for leaving her for Gawain, well, as crazy as it sounds she didn’t think it was plausible. They both had just gotten out of relationships and, when talking to Rebecca, Agnes could hear the sound in her voice when she talked about it. It was not something that the redhead wanted to revisit. It was not what she wanted. In reality, it really sounded to Agnes like Rebecca truly and deeply just wanted her. The idea of that was bolstering to the ego but at the same time it made her scared.
With no options, then what happened?
But she couldn’t get ahead of herself. She needed to talk/hit someone!
Finally, passing another student, she was told that Gawain was seen heading to the lower levels. If he was, then he was definitely in the Danger Room; a place she had visited on more than one occasion.
Moving into the kitchen, she turned back to Jasmine.
“C-Can you wait here?’” Agnes asked, wringing her hands together.
Jasmine looked suspicious since it was obvious that she was worried about her friend. But it was obviously that she didn’t want to agitate her any further. With a firm nod she agreed but promised that she would stay until Agnes came back up.
With a quick hug to her, Agnes turned and headed down the staircase that led to the lower levels. It didn’t take her long to reach the bottom. But, as soon as she did, she had to pause. There was a chill in the air and nearly froze her to her bones. This place was always so cold.
Pulling her jacket tighter, Agnes moved towards the door that led to the Danger Room and hoped that Gawain was in there.
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Aly
How long has it been?
Ah wish Ah could check my phone, but even if Ah did, would it work here? How daes time work here? Ah can't even sleep; Ah would kill tae shut off my brain maybe for a minute. Ah tried to be silent yesterday for a few minutes-- at least Ah think it was yesterday. It worked well for a second or two, but how dae you "stop thinking?" Ah thought that and all of a sudden, Ah was thinking again.
It would be nice tae hear something that is not me at some point. Something tae remind me that Ah'm nae going tae be alone forever...
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It has tae be a week o' this now. Ah counted a few hours ago... or was it Ah day ago? Anyway, Ah counted, maybe jist tae dae something.
Ah made it tae twenty-four thousand five hundred an' ninety-six. Sae that was four hundred an' nine minutes an fifty-six seconds. Six hours, forty-nine minutes an' fifty-six seconds. Ah probably coulda made it tae the full fifty minutes, bit Ah thought about Agnes and Ah cried again. Not real crying, o' course, bit in my own head. It's all Ah have.
Ah tried counting some more time out again, bit Ah kept getting distracted... Ah coulda sworn Ah heard ticking, e'en if it was brief...
