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.
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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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It was that time of month again. Once a month, Gina would leave the town—she wouldn’t leave on patrol, nor would she be following Miles as he not-so-surreptitiously took off for God-knew-where. Once a month, she left for herself and herself alone. She would wait until nightfall, always on one of the darkest nights of the year. Her senses were keener, now, more geared towards nighttime than in her younger years. With only her eyes to guide her, Gina would visit two locations—her tower, which was the former Park Row building on 15 Park Row; and her sister’s territory, which Gina had come to call “the Spires”.
She had already paid a visit to her tower, and was swiftly approaching Agnes’s territory. She came when the moon was a waning crescent, and nearly new—only a sliver that illumed the sky, but gave just enough light for Gina to see by. Agnes would be expecting her. Gina arrived at the border and came to a careful stop upon the ground, watching as various insects made the ground writhe and squirm, their bodies shimmering in the weak moonlight. Gina took the scarf that she wore around her neck, twining the large, lightweight thing around her nose and mouth, before bringing it around the back of her head and over, and swinging it around to the opposite side. The bugs were unpredictable, but they usually wouldn’t attack her.
Gina knelt as a few dozen cockroaches scurried closer, fixing her with their beady bug-eyes.
“Tell Mommy I’m here,” Gina murmured coolly. They knew her, and Gina knew that they’d announce the arrival of anyone to Agnes, particularly Gina—Agnes should have been expecting her. Gina began to walk, the cockroaches and other ground-bound bugs somehow avoiding her footfalls. She still walked carefully, anyways. Everyone had changed after the bomb, and Agnes was not exempt from this trend.
Gina grit her teeth, navigating the familiar alleys towards the nucleus of the Spires, the tower where her former sister resided—Gina shouldn’t have even called Agnes her sister any more, for the girl who had formerly been inseparable from the gargoyle was now a shell of what she once had been. A creature in a girl’s body, who commanded insects as if they were her kin—not her sister, not the girl that Gina loved as if she were. Agnes was a stranger. Gina clenched her teeth, tears simmering up in her eyes as she furrowed her brow against the pang of loss. Above her, airborne swarms blotted out the moon.
Everyone had changed. It was unfair to think such things about those who had changed more than others. Even if Agnes wasn’t the same, she was still Gina’s sister. All that had transpired in the past three years couldn’t change that.
Swimming through a fog of thoughts, the gargoyle soon found herself standing at the foot of Agnes’s tower, where bugs pulsated in such thick throes upon the ground, and so heavily in the sky, that Gina had to shuffle along to avoid stepping on a cushion of bugs. They’d bothered her, when Gina first saw them, but not anymore. This was Agnes’s power full-blown. However frightening they were, they wouldn’t hurt her.
“Who’s hitching a ride tonight?” Gina inquired, addressing the six-legged sorts that were rippling over her feet in greeting. The first few times she’d come, the gargoyle had tried desperately to shake her feet free of the bugs, but without avail. After the first few times, she finally gave-up, took flight without trying to shed them… the bugs always got off once she reached the balcony of Agnes’s central spire. It was as if she was their own, personal elevator.
The gargoyle tilted her gaze skyward and waited for the cloud of bugs to part. Only then, could she ascend to see her sister.
It was one of the few human interactions that Agnes actually looked forward to on a monthly basis. Many of the things that made the young woman human were beginning to fade. She lost contact with the outside world, she spent more and more time with her insects, and as the days, weeks, and years ticked on, she was letting herself do so! The human/mutant world only brought heartache, betrayal, and pain! Why should she cling onto it when she simply could let go?
But Gina…Gina always found a way to make Agnes cling on for just another month. Whatever it was the young gargoyle possessed, an inner light, her smile, whatever, it made Agnes want to continue that relationship. So many of those bridges were burned, either by herself or by other people, so it was strange that this one latest as long as it did; especially these days.
So, Agnes attempted to be courteous with her…um…ugh…sister… (Agnes tended to forget simple words like that these days). She allowed the visits, she even attempted to meet some middle ground of civility. Today, she even had a surprise for her…
Sitting on a mound in the middle of the highest room, Agnes sighed as she looked outside into the moon drenched land that was hers. The jutting spires cast a dull shadows across the ground and she could just barely make out the weak glitter of the insect carapaces as that moved below. Her minions were so loyal, so trusting, and far easier to deal with than the complicated relationships of humans and mutants alike.
Agnes closed her eyes as she felt them, speaking into her mind (or was that simply her own voice in her head), chattering and hissing with insect-like sounds. It was so comforting, so sweet, so tender that she could have let herself go right there…
…then she heard the sounds of skittering. Eyes opened, she looked down onto the floor and spied a few more of her roaches crawling towards her. They looked up at her, silently, but Agnes was able to interpret their invisible language. Gina…she was here.
Sighing, she forced herself to stand. Her wings glittered in the moonlight that spilled in through her window. As she did, it became apparent from her very visible pale skin that she was devoid of nearly all clothing. Now she wore a simply loincloth ( to appease Gina’s sense of decency) but nothing more. Casually she walked across the room to meet Gina at the window from which she would appear. A gently hiss from her lips and the dark clouds of insects parted…revealing the gray skinned gargoyle outside.
Agnes shot her a sad smile as she waved for her to enter.
She looked forward to these meetings, even if they didn’t last long…
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Gina watched as the living cloud ebbed and scintillated up above her, brown eyes skimming the cloud for a gap, any sign that she’d soon be able to break through. There it was—it was opening up, slowly, revealing the top of the central Spire. Agnes cast a wistful smile Gina’s way, scantily clothed as always, and Gina smiled tiredly in reply. The elder of the two waved the younger girl up.
Gina should have visited more often, but it just… wore her out to see Agnes like this. Koga was missing or dead, Gina couldn’t speak to Becca without getting the urge to punch her in the face, Emerald wasn’t around much, and nearly everyone else was missing or dead. Agnes was all Gina had left, and it pained her to see her sister like this.
“Up and at ‘em,” Gina announced to the six-legged passengers that had accumulated on her feet and ankles. She bent her legs and sprung upward, spreading her wings. With a few, strong beats, she ascended along the buildings’ side, coming up alongside the balcony, and landing upon it gracefully. When her feet touched the ground, Gina remained still, staring at her feet. The bugs that had bummed a ride off her to get there scurried off. And, once Gina was free, she hastily went to her sister for a hug.
Sure, all Agnes was virtually unclothed, spare her loincloth—and yes, she was virtually a stranger nowadays—but Agnes was still Gina’s sister. Gina needed their encounters, needed that physical contact. Somehow, despite all the sh*t that had accumulated over time, Ginas’ sparse meetings with Agnes still felt completely natural.
Gina squeezed her sisters’ shoulders, as they embraced, and then released her sister.
“Hey,” Gina greeted, still wearing that same, tired smile, “It's good to see you.”
Agnes had stepped away and waited for her…sister…to make her entrance. She was actually feeling a little excited to see her sister today. It was rare for her to feel any type of emotion from another person other than revulsion, paranoia, or hatred. These days her only thoughts and processes were about survival, outlasting, and seclusion so that she could live out the rest of her life with her guilt. But, today was actually a little special.
She had a surprise for Gina.
Before long Gina made her grand entrance by swooping up into the air and landing on the balcony. Once there, she waiting patiently ( she was always so sweet) for those insects that went along for the ride. They skittered away and Agnes picked up their praises of soaring without fear of being eaten by a bird or other creature.
Such simple pleasures for such simple creatures.
Gina stepped in and Agnes took a second to observe her. She didn’t look critical of her younger sister or judgmental in anyway. Instead she just regarded the young woman with silent wonder. The clothing indicated that she obviously still lived in that community town. The gun, holstered at her hip, also meant that she was still running around trying to be a deputy. Agnes had to admit that even at the end of the world, she was not giving up. She hoped that she could keep that same fighting spirit forever.
>> “Hey…It's good to see you.”[/color]
The hug, for a moment, had caught Agnes off guard. She was unsure of what this gesture meant or what she was supposed to do. So for a second, she was stiff, unsure of herself, and was too scared to breath. But, gradually, the notion of a “hug” returned. Her wings stopped their panicked flutter and eased against her back. A pained smile was returned (as she was just mimicking Gina), and she patted her sister’s back, her form of a hug.
“You too.” she replied.
She released her and she gestured for Gina to follow her.
“I have a surprise for you,” she said quietly. She walked ahead of her younger sister and when she stopped, she stopped in front of another mound of rock. This once, though, was flat on the top. It looked like a makeshift table, almost. Sitting on it was an unopened can of soda and what looked like a squishy, yellow sponge cake instead of a dirty, but still complete, wrapper. It was a twinkie. Agnes smiled, almost sincerely, as if she could remember her humanity, and nodded to the food and drink. “My swarm found it and I had them bring them to me unspoiled. They are yours, if you want them.” she said and took a seat on another mound that was on one side of the table. There was another across from her.
It was like her dining times with Gina all those years ago back at…somewhere…
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The hug reminded Gina of why she didn’t always like to visit Agnes. Her sister tensed at the touch, as if at any second, she’d either claw her way free and run away, or attack. Agnes hesitantly pat Gina on the back, and the younger woman released her sister, wedging her hands in her pockets. The hug had been a foolish idea. Agnes didn’t understand it. Gina was still too naïve for her good. The gargoyle frowned and shrugged her shoulders, raising them against the urge to speak-out in frustration. Agnes gestured at Gina again, and turned to go inside.
>> “I have a surprise for you.”
Gina followed, shoulders still hunched, her stature stiff but gaze lifted inquiringly. Agnes had unpredictable surprises. Sometimes, they were odd things for which Gina had no use—shoes that wouldn’t fit her feet, a stuffed animal—Gina would take them, regardless of their use, and either return to the camp to keep them with her, or take them to her tower. If someone else would find use in them, she’d sometimes give them away.
But, you never knew what Agnes would find. There was a new table in the room—made from the same stuff as the spires, accompanied by two chairs. It was like a shrine—no, an altar—and upon it, an unopened Twinkie and a can of soda, also untainted. Dirty, but recognizable.
>> “My swarm found it and I had them bring them to me unspoiled. They are yours, if you want them.”
Agnes took a seat after this casual explanation, and a faint smile touched her face. They always said that Twinkies would survive a nuclear catastrophe. Now Gina knew it was true.
“Aw, Agnes,” Gina said, her tone genuinely grateful, “Thank you.”
Obviously, Agnes meant for her to stick around and eat them. However uncomfortable it made the gargoyle, she would oblige. She took a seat upon the opposite mound moving the two tokens from Agnes closer.
Gina approached the Twinkie first, taloned hands splitting the dirty wrapper at its seam. Twinkies held their own memories from the yesteryears, and Gina smiled wistfully, pulling out a Twinkie for herself, and offering one to Agnes, leaning across the table. Now Agnes was the way she’d been on her “sugar crazes”, except all the time. It would be cruel not to share.
“How’s the swarm?” Gina said conversationally, munching on her own Twinkie. It tasted just as good as she recalled. Divine, even, “And your territory? Maintaining the same borders, keeping intruders out?”
It was your conversational speak of the apocalypse—your territory and your kin. Gina brought these up just as casually as one might ask about families and home life.
Gina seemed to be genuinely pleased with the presents that Agnes had offered her. She tilted her head and cracked the smallest of smiles but it quickly evaporated, nearly as fast as it had appeared. In truth Agnes had lost a lot of her taste for human food so they were useless to her. But, she did have a memory, or was it was dream, of Gina having a particular craving for these sugary treats. Her swarm ached to have at it, but she denied them that pleasure. These treats were for Gina.
Gently Gina had taken her seat across from her and Agnes nodded her head to urge the gargoyle to break into the food. It took little prompting for Gina to actually do so. The packaging’s dust was brushed away and talons ripped into the wrapper. The second she had taken a bite, Agnes saw the pleasure on her sister’s face. It was not just the taste that was so attractive, but it seemed to be the memories that were attached to these sweet treats as well. Agnes had scarce of them anymore, but she was pleased that it made her sister so happy.
One of the spongey confections was offered to her. Agnes tilted her head as she sniffed at it. Not to be rude, she carefully took the item in hand and sniffed it closer. She ran it across her lips, almost as if trying to remember exactly what it was. She knew it was sweet, she knew that Gina liked it , but did she like it? In her old life, was it one of those things that she enjoyed? Occasionally her dear sister had to remind her of such little, yet important facts.
But the taste of sugar hit her lips and Agnes gave in to the human food. One bite and she felt that sugar rush straight throughout her system. It indeed felt good and nearly reminded her that maybe, just maybe, she did like it in some past life. But for now, it was sugar that was necessary for her survival. That was all.
>> “How’s the swarm? And your territory? Maintaining the same borders, keeping intruders out?”[/color]
She nodded.
“They thrive,” she responded, concerning her swarm. “They grow and consume but they never take more than they need.”
It was always a backhanded comment on humans. Agnes had lost her love for them a long time ago and mutants were only dangling on by a thread. Gina should have counted herself lucky that she ever got to get so close to Agnes. It was only Agnes’ will that was keeping the swarm back. They clattered and clicked in her ears, they hungered and wanted to devour the winged one. But she wouldn’t allow it. Instead, she heard the clattering that there was an innocent, lost child that had wandered near the borders.
They chattered if the child was under her protection as well. Agnes was silent for a moment, but she hissed a “No”. Excitement shot through the ranks.
If one listened closely, they would have heard a scream or a cry for help. But it was only one and it only lasted for a split second. After that, there was only the sound of skittering or buzzing in the air around her. People would learn.
“No one is allowed in my territory, Gina,” Agnes whispered, almost solemnly as she nibbled on the twinkie. “Except for you. I do hope you warn your Townspeople of that fact.” She cringed a little thinking of all those people gathered together and living in one spot. Agnes hissed and craned her neck to the side before righting it up. Her gaze searched Gina and for a moment there was that tenderness and car that Agnes had always showed Gina in the past. “And you? How are you?” she whispered before the hard, disconnectedness returned to her voice. “You still march with your…community? They still live?”
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Gina ate quietly, nodding her head at Agnes’s… typical, disjointed response. Her reply varied minimally each time. It was hard to really respond to that. The insects rustled around them like autumn leaves, and Agnes hissed at them, causing a momentary increase in sound. Gina’s tail twitched in unease, and she kept her gaze directed towards the makeshift tabletop. Agnes was just like a stranger, these days.
Agnes then went on to explain that nobody was allowed into Agnes’s territory, that Gina knew that, and that she was the only exception, and to tell the people of the Town of that.
“I know,” Gina breathed back, “I know.”
Gina stared at her sister without really seeing her, eyes venturing beyond her, just over her shoulder. Her brow was furrowed, her expression set in a grim frown. Ginas’ fingers were laced, and she held her hands clasped in-front of her, lips touching her knuckles pensively.
>> “And you? How are you?”
Gina tensed at the change in tone, her gaze cutting towards Agnes. It was instances like those that caught her off-guard. Instances like those that made Gina’s stomach sink. When Agnes spoke as though she were still her, looked at her as though she still remembered who Gina was, how important they were to one another. Sometimes, it was a simple phrase—other times, a glance. Gina rose a hand to her eyes, hiding a grimace and a pained look behind taloned fingers.
>> “You still march with your…community? They still live?”
“They thrive,” Gina reported, borrowing Agnes’s term, “I’d like to believe that each day is a step in the right direction. Towards how things used to be.”
She stared at Agnes quietly, “As for me, I’m hanging-in there. I still patrol for the town.”
Gina reached forward, hooking the unopened soda closer, and popping the tab open. The carbonation hissed. She shifted, wings fluttering as she let her gaze meander towards Agnes again.
“Does the swarm… are they…” Gina cleared her throat. After three years of searching, most reasonable people would have presumed a missing person to be dead, “Are they continuing in their search for the changeling child?”
She was speaking, of course, of Jorge’s son—a changeling boy, that Gina had never met—she presumed that he’d died in the blast, but his body was never recovered. And for Jorge’s sake, she maintained the hope that the kid was still around somewhere. That he was still alive. So many people had lost loved ones in the explosion… to have a cheerful reunion would be a pleasant change of pace.
>> “They thrive…I’d like to believe that each day is a step in the right direction. Towards how things used to be.”[/color]
Agnes said nothing. For the most part she really didn’t understand that. The entirety of the human/mutant’s way of life was destroyed the day of the blast, the day that fire rained down from the sky. Everything that once stood as a reminder of their prowess and civilization, was obliterated. Not only in New York but across the globe. Mankind had grown so large and distrusted one another so much that they exploded. How could they possibly rebuild that? Furthermore, how could they possibly WANT to return to that?
It was a branch of humanity that failed. The lesson should have been learned and accepted. Being the queen of her swarm, Agnes knew what it took to survive. There could be no weak links. Only with unity and progress could one achieve survival. The town, and those within it, were little more than extinct. They were dinosaurs trying to claw back to life after being struck with a meteor.
Foolish. She had not doubt that the Town would eventually die off on its own. Three years was plenty of them for them to throw their tantrum at the universe and attempt to survive. It was time for them to die out and pave the way for the rest of the species that had actually survived.
>> “As for me, I’m hanging-in there. I still patrol for the town.”[/color]
Agnes sighed a little sadly. Gina still held onto that place as well. What would happen if the town died before Gina had time to leave? Would Agnes even offer her solace here? 3 years ago it would have been a no brainer, she would have accepted that responsibility.
But now…things were different. Agnes had to struggle to find that connection to her sister and it was a battle she was steadily losing. Allowing Gina to live here would simply fail because eventually Agnes would fall into the mind set of her followers. There would be nothing protecting Gina from their hunger.
No…Gina would survive on her own; and she hoped that when she did lose her last grasps on humanity, that Gina would forget her and never return.
Their conversation had turned to silence and Agnes tilted her head, listening as more chatterings were going on from her swarm. The child was eliminated and there were no other signs of humans about. Agnes was thankful for that but soon found her attention snapping back to Gina when she started to speak up once again…
>> “Does the swarm… are they… Are they continuing in their search for the changeling child?”[/color]
Agnes arched her eyebrow. What was her sister speaking about? Was she referring to that child that her swarm had just taken apart? If so the is seems that maybe she was a bit late. But as she opened her mouth to inquiry, suddenly a memory snapped into her head. A memory of a blond boy with eyes that always changed color. She knew him…in the old days…
It was then that she remembered her promise to help Gina. She would keep an eye out for the boy. There was little surprise that she had forgotten but her minions would never forget an order. Surely they would have told her that such a boy would have wandered through her lands.
She shook her head.
“No one like that has come through my territory,” she whispered. Her head was tilted funny, almost as if she were trying to cling onto the compassionate sounding Agnes for just a moment longer. “They’ve looked,” she said as she held her palm against her forehead, wincing. “I’ve looked everywhere for Chase. But…B-But…” Her posture stiffened as she returned to her cold and disconnected demeanor. She tilted her gaze to Gina and watched her closely. “We have found nothing. But…we will honor our agreement. The boy will be unharmed if found…”
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Gina waited for a reply patiently, her head inclined as Agnes seemed to struggle for an answer. After eons of silence, she shook her head, and Agnes spoke, words coming forth haltingly.
>> “No one like that has come through my territory. They’ve looked… I’ve looked everywhere for Chase. But…B-But… We have found nothing. But…we will honor our agreement. The boy will be unharmed if found…”
Gina bowed her head in acknowledgement.
“Thank you, Agnes,” she replied, “It means a lot to me. And to Jorge.”
She shifted her gaze towards her sister again, smiling faintly, before pulling the pop-tab on the soda. It hissed as it was opened. Good. There was still carbonation. Gina held the can up, took a swig—
And instantly regretted it. The soda burned her throat like fire—apparently, carbonation did that, after three years of going without it. Gina cringed, and coughed, covering her mouth.
“Sorry,” she said hoarsely, “I didn’t expect that.”
She coughed until the tickle in her throat was gone, then she inhaled, cleared her throat awkwardly, and shifted her gaze towards her sister.
“Do they like soda?” she inquired, “I’m sorry, Aggs. My throat can’t handle it.”
>> “Thank you, Agnes, It means a lot to me. And to Jorge.”[/color]
Agnes nodded as she tilted her head and kept glancing between Gina the walls of her room. The insects mulling about were humming with activity. They wanted to press closer, to investigate Gina closer but it was her will alone that was keeping them from stepping towards her. It was only by the intervention of their queen that kept the entire swarm at bay and Gina safe from their explorations.
But the chattering was getting louder in her ears. The young queen obviously had to face an onslaught of questionings and pestering as to why the stranger was allowed into the hive when all others were killed. Agnes quelled the little upstarts, though, as she fought to maintain control over her own mind.
She only half-heard Gina but she had nodded that understood. The part of her that was growing more insect-like didn’t understand why the boy needed to be found alive, if at all. But Agnes silenced them as best she could, growling within her mind to calm them.
“Happy…to help…” she struggled to say as she sighed. Every now and then she still got inklings of what her life used to be like, living at the mansion, having friends, have…someone she cared about (sadly she could scarcely remember who this person was anymore).
It was then that she heard a crack and hiss. She lifted her gaze as suddenly Gina attempted to sip at her can of soda…and reacted violently. Another tilt of her head and Agnes watched her closely. She didn’t at first understand why she reacted the way that she did when she drank the soda. It seemed like a pretty simply thing to do and it shouldn’t have caused any issues.
>> “Sorry, I didn’t expect that.”[/color]
She nodded that it was fine.
>> “Do they like soda? I’m sorry, Aggs. My throat can’t handle it.”[/color]
“Aggs…” she said, mulling the word around her head.
For a second she didn’t know what it meant but slowly the connections were made…she was being addressed. That was her name? A shortening or slang of her own name? Agnes was not sure how to react to that but it clicked that it must have been a name that she really enjoyed. It made her feel warm and fuzzy inside like a memory she was struggling to hold onto. But, slowly it fluttered away, like a butterfly just out of reach.
She reutnred to the question and nodded.
“You may tip it over, off to the side,” she said. “they will collect what sugars they can from it. “ She sighed as she tried to hold onto her Agnes persona. “Gina,” she whispered. “why did this happen to the world?”
The question thoughtful, sudden, and libel to catch anyone off guard; especially since it was spoken with such innocence. Did she really not remember her involvement? Or did she remember and simply wanted to know why it happened?
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Gina smiled faintly as Agnes stated that it was no problem, rubbing her head. Yet another loved-one that they could only pray to find, with time. At least she had Agnes’s help, looking for Chase.
Gina readily tipped the soda offering over, watching as the carbonated liquid cascaded to the hard-packed floor, spattering quietly like a miniature waterfall.
>> “Gina, why did this happen to the world?”
Gina’s gaze cut back to her sister, a small frown touching her expression. The inquiry was guileless and disjointed, and very abrupt. The gargoyle’s mind catapulted into a surge of confusion—had Agnes forgotten, or was she truly contemplating the why? If she had forgotten by this point in time, it was a wonder that she still remembered Gina… then again, she might not always remember her. There was always that dread in the gargoyle, that one day she’d return to find hostile insects—that one day, Agnes would be wholly demented, and wholly lost, to her insect-side.
“I… I don’t know, Agnes,” Gina sighed, rubbing her head. If it was the “why” that her sister wanted, that was an answer that the gargoyle didn’t have—and if it was the how, Gina didn’t have the heart to remind her sister of that. It wasn’t something that any of them needed to remember.
“I should probably be heading back to the Town,” Gina murmured, rising from her seat as the growing feeling of being uncomfortable rose up within her. She had to get out of there. Gina went to her sister’s side, resting a hand on her shoulder and kissing her forehead lightly, “They’re expecting me for the next round of Lookout.”
It was an outright lie, but seeing Agnes like this was too much.
