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?
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Being a spy in real life sounded really different from being a spy in a movie or a TV show. Movie spies were all about disguises and laser-wristwatches and fancy cars that shot rockets at people. Kaitlyn didn't know how to drive a car, much less drive like the 007 guy. It was a good thing she didn't have to do any driving to be a good spy; she was okay with going on the subway instead. But she wasn't happy about not having a laser wristwatch. That part was kinda lame.
Still, Kaitlyn was going to be a spy!
She kinda knew the people she was supposed to be spying on, too. They were the Csendes family. Except for Sebastian, who was apparently a unicorn, Kaitlyn met them almost a year ago. Though she'd met a lot of people during her time spent wandering all through the city that year, the Csendes' stood out. Particularly, Jude did. Firstly, he was an unusually cool kid; he knew how to pretend stuff better than anyone else she had met at any playground ever. Secondly, he had this weird idea that he and his "guardian" went to the future and saved the world somehow; she still didn't know whether he was serious about that. Thirdly, he had the best accent. Kaitlyn didn't know what it was about accents that made them good or bad, but something, she couldn't put her finger on what, told her that Jude's accent was especially good.
Also, nobody else had ever invited her back to their home, eaten dinner with her, and helped her get back to the Sanctuary. Kaitlyn regretted not ever figuring out a way to stay in touch with these people. Or at least Jude. They were nice.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Nov 17, 2011 0:56:14 GMT -6
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Her first day as a spy was a complete failure.
After she figured out where they lived, exactly, and how to get there on the subway, she went there at night. It seemed like a really good idea at the time. Nighttime seemed like a great time to go out and do sneaky stuff, and spies were really sneaky people. So it only made sense to go at night.
Once Kaitlyn got there, she had no idea what to do with herself. She could kinda tell which windows were the Csendes', and the lights in all of them were off. There wasn't anything interesting for her to hear about or see by spying on them. But even if there was something interesting happening, she wouldn't be able to tell. She couldn't see or hear anything that was going on in there!
Somebody must have decided that kids her age shouldn't be loitering around Manhattan at that time of night, and one of New York's finest rolled in to straighten things out. That night, Lisa got a phone call.
"Lisa, I just blew up a cop car! What do I do?"
The secretary managed to get Kaitlyn's GPS signal and guide her back home.
It would have been easy to just tell Lori that it was a bad idea to send her, that she didn't know what she was doing, and that the mysterious explosion the news people were talking about on channel three that morning was actually her. But this was the first real Order-related thing that she had gotten to do for months. She couldn't let herself give it up, and she couldn't let herself let Lori down.
If she wanted to keep doing this spy thing, though, she'd need to figure out how to spy on people.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Nov 19, 2011 1:28:36 GMT -6
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Across the street from the Iris Apartments, there was a building called the Jarvis Offices, and amongst the businesspeople at the Jarvis Offices, Dr. Catherine Lewis was a little... unusual.
Everyone else's office there had a sign on its door that told the world who they were, and what they did. Dr. Jackson, Psychotherapy. Euclid Studios. Ob Lob Law. And then there was Dr. Lewis's office, the door to which was completely unmarked. Nobody at the office building had more than a faint clue what it was this woman actually did. Mr. Jarvis, the man who owned the Jarvis offices, could only say that she was a "consultant." But who did she consult? And on what? On that note, what kind of doctor was she? Any one person's guess was as good as another's.
Even stranger was the doctor's appearance. If she hadn't told them that she was a mutant, they wouldn't have ever imagined that she was more than ten years old. Every day, Dr. Lewis showed up at her office around nine o'clock, dressed for anything but a professional setting. She looked for all the world like a kid from the junior high school several blocks away. She even brought a colorful little backpack with her!
On occasion, she would rush out of the office building, refusing to stop for anyone, because she was "in a hurry." If anyone else at the building tried to ask her about her work, she was always "in a hurry."
Strange as she may have been, though, she always paid her lease on the office on time, and she never caused any problems for anyone else, so nobody ever felt the need to scrutinize her too closely. But she was always a good topic for idle conversation.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Nov 19, 2011 11:34:24 GMT -6
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The illegal parts of Lisa's job were by far the most exciting. She was more than happy to help Kaitlyn get what she wanted. One of her new toys was a military-grade lockpick, which even a child like her could figure out how to use. Then, there were listening devices disguised as phone chargers and surge protectors, and as all kinds of other things that nobody would ever look twice at. But, even better, there were these crazy CIA-type things that used lasers to listen in on people by measuring the vibrations of their windows. All of these devices were voice-activated, and they all sent signals to a computer that recorded everything.
Forging documents that said Kaitlyn was a 28-year-old with a PhD? Oh, sure, why not? The boss's kid could never be criticized for a lack of creativity. Now she was Catherine Lewis, and she was a consultant who worked for Faust Pharms. Lisa rang up some of the company's lawyers, who had her sign a non-disclosure agreement, so she could say she was "legally obliged not to talk about her work" in a pinch. They had her recite those very words, and told her only to use them when she had to.
Lisa was much more than just a secretary. The "much more" was her favorite part.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Nov 20, 2011 2:14:47 GMT -6
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Setting up those laser-listening things was surprisingly fun, especially when they finally started working, and she heard the first of many private conversations that she wasn't supposed to be hearing. By the time she made it to her "office" that morning, the conversation had already happened, and Sebastian had already disappeared, so she listened in on it.
Ghost. Kaitlyn recognized her voice, even though the quality from the laser-things was horrible. There was a man's voice, too; she assumed that this was Sebastian, the unicorn. He sounded like a really angry unicorn at the moment. Kaitlyn had followed this unicorn around all over the city the last few days, though she never really could tell what he was doing. She kept listening.
Ghost was... fading away? Jude must have been really worried about her! And the baby, too. Jude was going to be a big brother! Or something like that, if a "guardian" was anything like a mother, or if Sebastian was anything like a father. Apparently, Jude was adopted. Just like Kaitlyn herself.
Was a "guardian" the same thing as a parent, but for adopted kids? Did that mean that Lori was her "guardian," and not her mom? Because "guardian" didn't really sound like a word that applied to Lori. What Lori did for Kaitlyn sometimes seemed like the opposite of "guarding;" she even got her adopted daughter involved in the Order's dangerous work. Which, in her opinion, was much cooler than what other kids her age were doing.
She listened on, continually wondering when she would be able to hear Jude speak. That was the part she was looking forward to most.
>>"I wish we had a way to tell him. Maybe... maybe then he would come home?"
...Apparently, Jude was gone. He had run away from home. Neither Ghost nor Sebastian knew where he was. That explained what the unicorn-man was doing all this time. The trips to the police department, the almost aimless, yet somehow systematic wandering, the obvious frustration...
If he was asking around for Jude so much, Kaitlyn really should have overheard it by now. But whenever she had followed him in the past, she did it so cautiously, from so far away, that she couldn't ever hear what he or anyone else was saying. Next time, she needed to take more risks. She was still new to this whole spy thing.
That night, Kaitlyn would have a lot to report to Lori.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Future Sight: The Oracle Shop, said the sign. Even Kaitlyn knew all that future-telling stuff was fake. Was the unicorn-man really that desperate? Was he hoping for some crazy gypsy to find Jude in her crystal ball?
She walked into an alleyway next to the shop looking for a way to listen in without being conspicuous. This would be easier said than done; there weren't any vents, windows, doorways, or anything suitable for listening through in that alley. There was, however, a swarming mass of rats. If it weren't for her friend Stephen, the rat boy, and the familiarity with rats that he had given her, the Oracle Shop would have had one less wall after that day.
As if the occupants of the shop were being considerate of the little spy, they took their conversation outside, so she could hear it. They did this by tackling Sebastian through the front door.
Kaitlyn peeked around the corner of the building. Sebastian was staring at what almost appeared to be a black-haired version of himself, except without the horn or the tail.
>>"I don't need your rescue. Leave us alone. Go home. Take care of Ghost."
Rescue? Kaitlyn was getting excited. This was some really interesting stuff she was listening in to, right now! Who was this guy? Why was Sebastian trying to rescue him? It was just the kind of thing Lori would want to hear about.
>>“Jude, you're... alright."
Jude!? Jude was here? Where?
She peeked around the corner. The only two people she could see were Sebastian and...
Was that...?
No, it couldn't be. He was too old. That didn't even make any sense.
Wasn't Jude supposed to become a mutant someday? A telepath! Now she remembered: that was the word Jude used for the mutation he said he would have, when they talked a year ago. Kaitlyn remembered looking it up. A telepath was a type of mutant that could read minds, or put their own thoughts in other people's heads to communicate, or control other people's minds completely. Maybe Jude was still inside the building, communicating with Sebastian telepathically. Maybe he was controlling this guy's mind right now!
As she thought it over, she stared at the group of rats in the alleyway. They almost seemed to be staring at her, too. It was kinda weird.
>>"Sebastan. Don't end the world."
It took Kaitlyn a while to really absorb this statement. "Don't end the world." But those four words seemed to nag at her the entire time she followed Sebastian, and returned to her office. Did that mean that the unicorn-man was trying to end the world? The very idea of the world ending, for real, outside of the context of a movie or a book, gave her the chills. Everyone and everything might die, and this man would be the one responsible.
That night, the littlest Orderling told her leader that Jude ran away from Sebastian and didn't want to come back, that the little french boy was probably a telepath, and that Sebastian was trying to end the world.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Nov 21, 2011 0:56:04 GMT -6
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Meet Dr. Veronica Jackson. She originally majored in women's studies, but switched over to psychology halfway through her college career. Her home, as well as her office, had a decidedly modern, or perhaps even post-modern flair; miniature sculptures of abstract geometric shapes and canvasses covered in haphazardly thrown-on paint were common sights at each. Supposedly, even her style as a psychotherapist was somewhat avant-garde.
This particular Wednesday's schedule only had a single appointment for her late in the afternoon. Until then, she decided, her time would be best spent at her favorite cafe, a nice little place with outdoor seating just across the street from Central Park. Then, she noticed the ever-mysterious Dr. Catherine Lewis, walking by not three yards away from her. Veronica waved her down.
"Dr. Lewis!"
The little doctor slowed down, stopped, then turned to face her. As always, she looked and dressed just like a child. That may have had something to do with her size, though.
"Why don't you sit down with me?" Veronica gestured to the seat across from her. Catherine hesitated Something seemed to be making her very uncomfortable.
"I... uh... can't. I'm -"
"In a hurry, I know." Everyone at the Jarvis offices had heard it a million times. The little lady was always in a hurry. And Veronica hoped to find out why, today. "Well, why don't I walk with you, then?" She stood up, taking her espresso concotion with her.
Catherine seemed to be fishing for a good reason why not, before finally agreeing. "...sure." Veronica picked up on how uncomfortable the diminutive doctor was in her presence. Almost intimidated, even. Still, curiosity had the better of her. After all the speculation, she had to know what made this woman tick. So they walked. The psychotherapist towered over little Dr. Lewis, who seemed very preoccuppied with something or someone a good distance in front of them. Veronica spoke first.
"You know, you've made everyone very curious about you. You never stop to talk to anyone, you never show up at meetings, nobody even knows what you do... what do you do, anyway?"
Dr. Lewis stared into her eyes like a deer staring into a pair of headlights, before finally collecting herself "I'm legally obligated not to tell anyone about it." The words were obviously rehearsed. Dr. Jackson blinked.
"Can you at least say who you work for?"
"No."
"Hmm... well... what do you have a PhD in?"
"...Mutant studies." She almost squeaked. It was readily apparent by now that the younger doctor was intimidated by the psychologist.
"That sounds interesting!" Veronica quietly wondered what, exactly, that sort of degree involved. "What did you write your thesis on?"
"My...?" Catherine quickly stopped herself from talking, and the deer-in-the-headlights look came back with a vengeance. The two stayed silent for a while.
"Your... thesis, dear. The paper you wrote to get your PhD. What did you write about?"
"...Telepaths." She must have a lot of trouble talking with other adults. It was almost like Catherine really was as old as she looked. If she was like this on very topic she got a PhD in, then one could only imagine what she was like about anything else. Was it the age mutation making her act like this?
Something occurred to the psychologist.
"That sounds like it would be a really interesting paper, especially to people with my kind of training. Say, about your own mutation... I myself never would have believed you were even old enough to be in college if you hadn't shown Jarvis your birth certificate when you got here. I hear he even thought you were joking when you asked for the office. That would drive me crazy. Does it ever get hard, living with it?"
"I... I guess..."
Veronica grinned. Catherine kept up the deer-in-the-headlights look. "Well..." she fished through her purse, "if you ever want to talk about it, you know where to find me." She produced a business card.
They parted ways soon afterward.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Nov 21, 2011 2:01:30 GMT -6
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The whole spy thing had gotten boring. Nowadays, Sebastian spent all of his time talking about cribs, or doing errands for Ghost (also known as "Maya") while she got ready to have the baby. They talked a lot about Jude, and about the baby, but none of it was really interesting. Never once did he say "Maya, someday I'm going to kill everything in the world and destroy the planet." How boring was that?
While Kaitlyn stayed in Dr. Catherine Lewis's office nowadays, she worked on whatever assignments Ms. Cook gave her. Well, it was Mrs. Boyd now. The tutor apparently got married at some point over the summer. Mrs. Boyd sometimes even met the little spy in the Sanctuary after family dinner. Kaitlyn was almost thankful for her schoolwork. The monotony of basic pre-algebra, history, and reading assignments all helped break the monotony of being a spy for a secret mutant organization.
Sometimes, she wished that she could just check out that "Oracle Shop" place, but that was out of the question. Jude could read minds. He would be able to peek into her head and learn everything she knew about Lori, and about the Order. Most of that stuff was secret.
Whenever Sebastian left to run an errand (and he ran many), Kaitlyn was obliged to follow him. If nothing else, it was more interesting than just sitting around in her unadorned "office," listening to recordings of inane conversations about what they were going to eat, or what Maya's doctors were saying, or something about Jude, or about the baby.
One day, when Kaitlyn came back to the office after hours of watching the unicorn wander aimlessly, being a spy got exciting again.
Lisa got a phone call. Boss's kid. She sounded really excited and out of breath.
"Lisa, what are they serving for dinner tonight?"
The secretary checked the dining hall's schedule. "Spaghetti and meatballs."
"Can you save some for me?"
"Sure. Oh, and Lori will want to know where you are. What do you want me to tell her?" Lisa was asking because she was curious herself, just as much as anything else.
"There's a bunch of cop cars outside! I have to stay and watch!"
Lisa could hear a policeman with a bullhorn in the background. "Well... okay. I'll let her know."
The phone call ended.
Lisa wondered whether this was the day her boss would start to regret turning little miss property damage into a spy.
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Nov 21, 2011 19:07:02 GMT -6
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Kaitlyn was glued to her office's window, staring at the swarm of police on the street even as she listened to the drama unfolding before her. It was kind of hard to tell what they were saying inside; most of the windows were broken, so the laser things didn't work so well, and she wasn't getting any signal from most of the bugs she put in their apartment.
>>“Put your hands in the air! Sebastian Csendes, you are under arrest for the manufacture and distribution of the street drug known as 'M' You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can...”
Was Sebastian selling M this whole time? When he wandered around, supposedly "looking for Jude" or "doing errands for Maya," was he actually selling drugs? With all the following-him-around and listening to his conversations that she'd done, the Orderling found it hard to imagine.
Maybe... maybe Ghost was the one selling drugs! Kaitlyn never watched Ghost all that closely. She didn't even know if that "Full Circle" place existed, since she had never seen it. Was Maya secretly running a drug selling operation behind her husband's back? Or did they both know, and was the entire "Full Circle book store" a front, or even a codeword for her M business?
Speaking of Maya, where was she?
>>“He's got blood all over his hands!”
>>“Family's missing, apartment's trashed. The whole clinic is stuffed with the drugs. It looks like he was trying to make a getaway.”
Earlier in the day, Sebastian had gone out for a walk, to "get some fresh air." It was a long walk; she got so tired following him that she almost decided to go back to the office on several occasions. The whole time, he seemed like he was somewhere else, mentally. That whole time, was he steeling himself, thinking about how he would...?
When Kaitlyn was done connecting the dots, she had to sit down, as if the weight of her conclusion made it difficult for her to stand. Sebastian killed her! And she was pregnant, too, so he killed their baby! Even the little spy could tell that there was tension between the husband and wife, but she never would have thought it was bad enough for... this.
>>“You don't understand, I can't go right now! Jude needs my help! My son needs me!”
His help? What, did he want to kill Jude too? Was his idea of "helping" people actually murdering them, so they wouldn't suffer as much as they would if they were around when he ended the world?
Kaitlyn watched as they dragged the unconscious unicorn-man out of the building, along with all of the drugs that he – or maybe his wife – had stashed in there. The police seemed to be in a hurry to haul everything out. She heard one of them muttering that he wanted to go home, and another man saying that they would do a formal search of the apartment the next day.
Once they were all gone, Kaitlyn decided, she had to see the inside of that apartment herself.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Nov 21, 2011 19:08:57 GMT -6
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It was hard to imagine that this was the same place she had broken into a few months ago. Everything was completely destroyed.
The spy spent a while taking in the carnage. Could Sebastian have done all of this by himself? Kaitlyn honestly didn't know what the unicorn man was capable of. If he was going to destroy the entire world, an apartment didn't seem like much of a challenge. But it had been destroyed so thoroughly, and, as far as she knew, all in the time it took for her to walk through the Jarvis offices and up into her own office.
There wasn't a trace of Ghost anywhere in the apartment. Except, perhaps, for the blood she found in the sink. But that couldn't be all that was left of Maya... could it?
She looked everywhere, constantly afraid that she would stumble upon a mangled corpse and blow the building in half. Maybe his wife had escaped his wrath; she had to be called "Ghost" for a reason, and that reason probably had something to do with her mutation. If she'd told Kaitlyn what this power was, the Orderling had already forgotten.
Or, maybe Sebastian had destroyed Ghost so completely that the blood in the sink really was the last of her.
Either way, the policemen wouldn't be able to contain that for very long. As soon as he woke up from being tased, he'd probably kill all of them. And then...
He kept telling them he needed to see Jude. He was going to kill Jude!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Nov 21, 2011 21:36:46 GMT -6
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So what if she was tired and hungry? Dinner could wait. So what if Sebastian might try to kill her? Kaitlyn was a dangerous mutant, too. And she could run pretty fast. So what if Jude could steal all of her Order secrets right out of her head? She couldn't just let Sebastian kill him; she cared about him too much!
Why, exactly, Kaitlyn cared about him enough to risk her own life, was something she didn't want to think about at the moment. It wasn't important. What was important was getting to that "Oracle Shop" place as fast as she could.
When the shop was in sight, she could already tell that she was too late. The place was completely wrecked; just as wrecked, in fact, as the Iris apartments. Had Sebastian been here already? She caught her breath and tried to approach as quietly as possible.
As she got nearer, she could hear the voices of two people in the shop. One of them, she could tell, was Sebastian's. She couldn't recognize the other one. Once she got to the doorway, she could hear what they were actually saying.
>>"I believe that you have a good heart."
Kaitlyn pushed her back against the doorway, listening closely. For a while, the two were silent. Then, things started to get...
Well... just...
... They were kissing, weren't they? Sebastian was kissing this strange woman. He probably just killed his pregnant wife and their adopted son, and now he was kissing a strange woman.
>>"Your wife is gonna be pissed. "
Only if Sebastian hadn't, you know, killed her. And even if he didn't, Maya had plenty of reasons to be mad at him already. Such as, you know, him trying to kill his entire family. Did this woman know anything about what Sebastian was doing that night?
>>“Going somewhere? We were just starting to have some fun.”
>>"Not my kind of fun."
Were... were they about to do it? Was he trying to do it with her even though she didn't want to do it with him?
That just wasn't okay.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Nov 22, 2011 0:31:26 GMT -6
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Lisa got another call on her cellphone. It was late, and the secretary was at her own home, getting ready for sleep.
"Yes, Kaitlyn?"
"Lisa, are there any stores around here that sell swords?"
She blinked. "You could try a pawn shop?"
"They already tried that, and they didn't find any, and now they're going somewhere that sells swords. Where are the stores that sell swords?" The boss's kid was almost babbling.
"...Hold on."
Minutes later, Kaitlyn was getting out of a taxi cab, several blocks away from the creatively named Antique Sword Shop. Not long after her taxi had disappeared, she could see Sebastian and that woman he did it with running away with a bundle of stolen swords.
She chased them all the way to the park, where she hid behind a tree and listened to the unicorn man teach the woman he forced himself upon how to wield a sword. Or, at least, try to teach her, until both he and the spy learned a strange fact about the strange woman: she can "see the past with her mouth." And tasting his hands turned her into some kind of super-swordsman. Swordswoman? Whatever. Unicorn-man won the swordfight anyway, and as a prize, he got the strange woman's dress. Now she was running around in her underwear. With the guy who either did it with her, or tried to do with to her, against her will, not more than an hour ago. Or maybe it wasn't against her will? Kaitlyn would try not to think about that too much until she talked to Lori later.
They decided to take it to the naked lady's place, which was a gym by Prospect park. Kaitlyn knew where that was, though she had no idea that people actually lived there. Either way, She could walk there from the Sanctuary if she had to.
Speaking of the Sanctuary, she really wanted to go home about now, and do things that didn't have anything at all to do with mourning Jude's death. She didn't even know Jude all that well, anyway, so crying over him would be silly. She wasn't even sure that Jude had been killed. In fact, on the way home, maybe she could check the Oracle Shop. Just to see if there was a body this time.
There wasn't. As she tried not to fall asleep on the subway, Kaitlyn hoped that Jude was okay.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!