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.
The sun had just set, tucking itself out of view behind the skyscrapers to the west. Below, within the city, citizens were either tucking themselves in for the night, or getting themselves ready to head out into the flashier parts of town.
In this particular area, on this singular block, a group was gathering for something far more nefarious. These weren't your typical thugs, however.. nor were they out and about for no good reason. They had a plan. This was a meeting place. High powered, military grade weapons were being shuffled in various black trunks from twin black vans, into the carefully planned and prepared meeting area.
Construction curtains had been erected on a derelict site, where down pouring rain had put a stop to construction efforts for nearly two days now. And, with the forecast for the next few days projecting more precipitation, the building crew would most likely not be back for the next week or so.
It made a decent place to hold an illegal sale for a weapons cache.
Thought had even been put into when certain patrols were expected to pass by. The sale was due to take place between shifts.
Megan had been stalking this particular trade for most of the week. She needed solid proof of the sale; either from a physical piece of paperwork of some sort (which was unlikely) or from digital proof that certain people were involved in weapons trade under the table. This had led her on a very stringent investigative trail, following key faces within the trade for days at a time until she uncovered the when and where.
When they started to gather, she was already there. Perched at the very top of the tallest metal beam; watching from above on the skeleton of a building drenched in protective plastic and tarps. She quietly snapped a few pictures of the scene below; shutter off and flash disabled. She'd paid good money for a camera with a good quality night vision setting. In a duffel bag behind her were her various other tools. Binoculars, a handful of various weapons, and ammo. A long nosed tranquilizer gun was strapped to her back, with a short barreled version attached at her hip.
She pulled back from the camera, letting the light blocking fabric she's attached to the camera fall from around her face, and glanced at her watch again. She'd sent a text to Saph about an hour ago with specifics on where to meet and when. She hoped he would arrive soon, otherwise she would have to take matters into her own hands.
With a soft sigh, she returned her gaze back to the activity below. All eight eyes focused through the darkness on her targets.
His timing was impeccable. It always was when he was in this mindset. Judgement. He hated it, actually. It came from a place of immense pressure, twisted with a sad sense of relief. He'd never failed anyone as the Judge... Well, no one other than himself.
That wasn't who he was tonight, though. He had to remember that. The Judge was dead. He was Saphirus, the concerned boyfriend seeking to take down his lover's worst nightmare.
S@#^, it sounded like a damned fantasy novel when he put it that way.
He landed silently on the roof next to Megan, cloaked in black tactical gear. It was his back-up from the Judge days. The equipment set was fairly nondescript, and included a ski-mask.
"Target?" He was in the zone. Why @#$% it up now? He looked in the same direction she was spying. He saw two vans. This was a perfect location for a weapons deal. He looked down to her, and paused.
"The eye thing again, huh? S'@#$&in creepy."
***
Below, Jacobi Roosemoph stared at his prospective buyer, an impatient look written on his very Russian features. "You goink to stare at it all day, short stuff? It's good stuff, it's Kalashnikov, fully automatic. But fifty, get one LAW." He chuckled at his little joke, and the obvious mutant standing in front of him looked up unamused.
"And you're sure these can't be traced? Me and my friends are gonna cause some hell..."
Jacobi gave him a mocking look, as if to chide him for even asking. "Do you see any serial numbers? Am not amateur." The buyer nodded a bit. It looked like this sale might be a lock!
Four eyes swiveled in his direction and she smirked slightly. "Very effective, though." She nodded her chin down at the people gathered below while lifting her camera back up.
"Two targets tonight, hopefully." The seller and buyer were chatting, and calmly at that. That probably meant things were proceeding as expected.
"The one on the left is the seller. Ties to Roach. He's one of us, and is impressively stretchable... makes it hard to land punches on him, and he can move his organs around to diminish most damage."
She snapped another couple of pictures quietly as someone from the back was motioned forward with a small black suitcase. Upon being opened it was clear that the payment was tucked inside.
"The one on the right is the buyer. No direct ties to Roach other than previous purchases from other contacts. He's also a mutant, and has a very complex rapid healing ability of some sort. Sluffs most damage like it's nothing."
The other handful of lackey's on either side were more or less professional guards. Some were mutant, some were human... none with quite the reputations of the first two.
Megan, having snapped some picture evidence of the sale, turned to tuck her camera away in her bag, before slowly un-slinging the long air gun from around her shoulders. With a quick once over to make sure everything was secure, she reached back to grab some of the tranquilizer filled darts she had prepared, and slid them into easy to access pockets on the front of her vest.
"Ultimately I would like to take the both of them alive... but, if that isn't possible we at least need the Russian." Glancing at him as he slid a dart into her gun, she adjusted her position into something a little more stable and settled the gun against her shoulder. "I'm planning on taking down the buyer first. He has the most likely chance of escape. The Russian... I have a plan for that. Are you ready or do you need a bit more time?"
Once she got her answer she would return her focus to her current target. Her shot was lined up with the soft tissue of his neck, which wasn't as protected as his core, and provided an easier route for the sedative to quickly integrate with his bloodstream. Once she took the shot the scene below would inevitably erupt into chaos. The Russian was sure to go for a quick escape, but would be sorely disappointed to find out that the van he had come in was locked from the inside. Little scurrying, eight legged creatures had seen to making it hard for him to leave so quickly.
Saphirus listened silently as she filled him in on everything. It was pretty standard for him; he'd interrupted deals like this for the NYPD on several occasions, though usually they were more M related.
These were military grade weapons, which meant he had to be careful at close range. He nodded once when she asked if he was ready. He hadn't brought any weapons, on account of trying to avoid having this traced back to him. That was okay; improvisation was a good skill to practice in the field, right?
"Give me twenty seconds."
He eyed the site carefully once more, and then jumped from their perch, gliding himself down to a landing behind a guard, who was taking a leak on the periphery. Quickly, he grabbed the man, whisked into the darkness, smacked his head against the wall, and let him lay there, out like a broken bulb.
Someone heard the thump, and walked over to investigate the sound. He got just out of sight of his companions when a hammer hit him in the noggin, and he was gently guided down to the ground. The black-clad X-man tested the hammer in his hand again, and shrugged. It certainly wasn't a trusty crowbar, but it would do.
Jacobi was sharp. He noticed the guards were missing just as the 20 second mark was hit.
Saphirus felt the familiar tingle of a decent energy pool at his finger tips as he waited for Megan to take the shot. The Buyer yelped, and Saph broke cover to fling his hammer at the rubber man's head as fast as he could. Flexy or not, a good blow to the thinker always did the trick.
It didn't this time, though. Quick reflexes saw a hand stretching out of the weapon salesman's face, and catching the hammer, diverting the force to the side, and swinging it out wide. His arm, now missing from it's usual place, and coming out of his face, slowly warped back home, hammer in hand as the weapons trader screamed something in Russian, and ordered the remaining men to open fire.
He didn't know where to tell them to shoot, but shoot they did. Saph ducked back into cover.
This wasn't going to be as easy as he thought, it seemed. At least the buyer was standing stupidly, clutching a dart in his hand, and struggling to stay upright.
Quickly, the Russian dipped behind cover, pressing his body flat against the van to present an unnaturally slow profile, and pulling a pistol in case his men didn't do the trick.
The buyer dropped several seconds after he yanked the dart from his neck and realized what it was. The paralytic concoction would incapacitate him for quite a while, and wasn't likely going to kill him. She'd measured an average dose for someone his weight.
Next, as Saph jumped into action, she snatched up another dart, reloaded, and aimed for the next target. They wouldn't know where she was shooting from right off the bat, being up so high. Eventually they might figure it out and blind fire in her direction, but she was hoping to take a few more out before that happened.
The Russian was quickly out of her line of sight, pressing himself flat up against his van. She reluctantly moved onto a different target, and pegged one of the buyers guards in the neck with her next dart.
While he inevitably fell, she reloaded and aimed for another. Just as one woman was activating a flame power of some sort, one of Megan's darts pegged her directly in the back of the thigh. The woman screeched in surprise and yanked the dart from her leg, before looking up in the general direction it had been aiming.
"Someone's up there!" The fire mutant swayed slightly on the spot, but shook herself and turned to try and join the fray where Saph was fighting. It would take a minute or two for the tranquilizer to fully incapacitate her.
Megan ducked back behind a metal bean and shouldered her air gun, before grabbing the strap of her duffel bag. Hunched down to remain as out of sight as she could, she headed to the side of the building, and began peeling off one of her gloves. Nestled in the center of one palm was a spinneret the size of a silver dollar, which would help her maneuver her way down the sides of the building.
She paused at edge of one support beam, pressing her hand against the metal to form an web anchor as she slung her bag around her shoulders. With her other hand free, she was able to ease herself over the side with her web acting as her support rope as she descended the building like a mountain climber.
"Jesus @#$%ing really man?!" Saphirus muttered. Did that guy just catch a flung hammer with his face hand? Was that a real thing that could happen? His concrete cover was met with a barrage of bullets.
The familiar feel of projectiles whizzing past made him feel at home in an odd way... Fight or flight became fight, and then conviction, and now... Action.
The Masochist looked down to a small package of nails next to him. It was a bad day to be an arms dealer. He opened it quickly, and grabbed a handful. The person most zeroed in on his position stopped to reload, and the X-Man slid from cover, tossing the handful along with the rest of his energy.
A scream was heard as the mutant shotgun spread hit center mass, some of the shrapnel breaking through the protective vest to cause a critical wound. He was forced to dive under cover again as a woozy looking mutant shot a spread of flames at him. Great, a pyromancer. He hated pyromancers. Megan was heading down this way. Good.
The flame thrower was walking toward him, keeping up a constant stream toward his makeshift barrier... Could hand flames melt steel beams? This might be dangerous. He started hitting himself as fast as he could, readying himself for drastic action. It became a moot point, though, as the enemy mutant faltered as soon as she started getting close, and fell to the ground.
Note to self, find a good weapon to bring to these things. He took the opportunity the mutant falling gave him to scramble to another cover area... Jacobi saw, and took a pot shot at him, which he stopped with expert practice, stealing the energy from the round before it even reached him.
The arms dealer curse, and looked around a bit more. "Only two of them! Fall back to the van!" He paused a moment, then aimed at the buyer, pulling the trigger at head level a few times... Nope, no coming back from that healing factor or no. The men he'd brought were all out of the equation anyway, and the darts told him they were trying to capture people alive.
He couldn't have that liability if he wanted to resume his relationship with his employer. "Someone start the vean! We leave now!"
Saph curse under his breath as the remaining few guards stopped firing and started pulling back. He bolted forward, rolling past the KOed pyro and grabbing her sidearm.
It was a pretty sizable revolver... Apparently she had something to prove. He aimed at a man trying to get into the van's driver side. The door was locked. Saph pulled the trigger, and he slid down the side, fatally wounded. Saph could tell from the flight path that this weapon was filled with spreading hollow points... Brutal.
Megan rounded the side of the building just as they started for the van. She had abandoned the long air gun for a shorter version, and had already loaded a dart as she headed for the fight. Another guard from the buyers side moved to intervene with her, while another was scrambling to grab both the case of cash and any weapons he could hold. She aimed her next shot for the one attempting to get away with evidence. The dart struck him in the collarbone, and a few seconds later he dropped.
The other guy managed to get a couple of shots off at her, one of which missed, and two of which landed. Her vest proved useful at that moment as it stopped the projectiles completely. She only had to deal with the force from the blows, which caused her to reel back slightly.
She headed for cover before he could get anymore shots off and reloaded her weapon. She didn't want to have to resort to a regular gun, or her knife for this, not yet at least. She attempted to peek out from behind the beam and another bullet ricocheted off of the metal.
With a huff she turned to her next viable option and let her eyes become unfocused as she connected with the nearest spider to her. Above, on the second floor, she was seeing the guard from a different perspective. He was edging closer to her, hesitantly, while also attempting to keep an eye on the scuffle going on over by the van. He was also sparing a lot of side-eye glances at the stockpile of high powered weaponry his partner had been trying to lift.
When he turned to try and get his hands on a better weapon, Megan darted out from behind the beam and let her eyes return to normal. Her dart hit him in the back of the neck, and maybe a little too high. It was sure to be both painful and effective. She reloaded as she headed back out, stepping over his prone body.
Back at the van, even though Megan's spiders had made sure to lock it tight from the inside, Jacobi had managed to make himself thin enough to slip right through the cracks in the door and into the car.
The last of his men dropped as a well placed dart hit him.
Megan paused beside the body of the buyer and frowned. With a silent command, she issued orders to her children both within the car and out, as she watched the scene unfold through enhanced vision.
Well, that narrowed it down a lot. Megan had become a bit of a bad ass over the course of the last two years. Those shots were accurate; she'd taken out more guards than he had at this point.
He didn't have time to focus on that, though. Jacobi had managed to slink inside of the van somehow. He stepped from his cover, aiming his gun at the tires of the vehicle.
BLAM BLAM BLAM!
The three tires he could see were shredded by the scary spreading led rounds. He heard Jacobi cursing from outside.
The man gave both of his pursuers a long look, and then disappeared into the back of the van.
***
Jacobi growled as he dialed the only number on his burner phone. The conversation was short, and interrupted a few times by him seeing a spider, and squishing it, or cursing from a bite, and sectioning the bitten part away from his central mass.
When it was over, he hung up, and tossed the phone into the wall.
Without a word he opened a large suitcase, removed a small detonator from inside, plugged a blast cap into a large chunk of C4 explosives, kissed a picture of the model on his phone background, and pressed the little red button.
Saph took out the tires. Good. That made escape attempts harder. Megan tucked the small air gun away and headed in the direction of the Van. When Jacobi vanished into the back, however, she paused.
She took on that lost, distant gaze again as she checked in with the few remaining spiders lingering within the van. What she was as a flutter of movement. Jacobi on the phone... Jacobi angrily tossing the phone. Jacobi scrambling to put something together in a ru-
Her eyes widened and she snapped back into her own body. "BOMB!"
Turning, she bolted for her bag and snatched it up. She kept the eyes on the side of her head trained in Saph's direction, watching for movement between shadow and light. Once she had her bag she booked it in the same direction as him.
Quicker than she liked the deafening boom of an explosion drown out all other city noise, and she felt the shock wave smack into her from behind. It was powerful one, that was sure... Jacobi sure didn't want anything left behind as evidence.
Once she was a safe distance away she turned and let her eyes unfocused again, searching with any remaining spiders within the area for what could be left over.
The area was a wreck. The van was in flame, which lit up the surrounding structures with eerie orange light. Smoke wafted into the dark sky, and she could hear a ruckus within the area from nearby citizens becoming active.
But... she could also see that some of the weapons remained untouched. Bodies, both dead and injured scattered the area. When the police arrived that would have plenty or investigate still.
Alright, that did it. All they had to do was get into the van and tie this @#$%er in a knot. Then they could take him to a dark, shadowy place for questioning.
He turned and walked over to a bucket of tools, fishing for a hammer. He eyed a crowbar longingly, but he knew that he couldn't afford to have anything tied to his usual dealings involved, here. Hunting Roach went against his agreements with the NYPD; he was only to act when directed to a crime scene, or when he saw a crime in progress.
He had to do this on the down low, so hammer it was. The incognito hero turned to head toward the van when she caught sight of Megan's face. At first, zoned out, but then coming to with a panicked expression. "BOMB!"
Time to run. He turned, trusting that Megan was competent enough to get out of there on her own. On his way, he was somewhat slowed down by the need to grab something of his own.
This, being a totally ragdolled fire mutant, the only person between the path of him, and the closest exit to the side.
He grunted with effort as he grabbed the woman, and hobbled out, ending up far enough away that he explosion only made him stumble forward a bit as he dropped the woman unceremoniously on a pile of dirt for construction, and turned to see in Megan was alright.
"Jesus... He didn't seem the type to end it like that, did he? @#$%... He just blew up a bunch of evidence, too, I'm sure... Hope she knows something." He motioned to his captured suspect.
"You want her, or do you want my help with the interrogation?"
Two of Megan's eyes shifted to Saph, glinting eerily in the limited light. She was still mentally surveying the site, and had to struggle to form words in her distracted state.
"...Some survived..." A smaller spider tumbled from within her hair, landing on one shoulder in a flurry of motion. She reached back slowly into her duffel bag, digging for her camera. "Some weapons... bodies."
One of the spider eyes on her forehead shifted down to watch what she was doing as her hands fumbled to get the SD card out of the camera. A small sweat had broken out over her forehead from overexertion. Effectively being in two places at once put a huge mental strain on her. "...Pictures." She drew herself back, wiping some of the sweat from her brow as she turned her attention to the spider on her shoulder and let it crawl into the palm of one hand.
"Take this to them. Make sure the police find it." A little web to act like rope, and soon the spider was sent on it's way back toward the site of the explosion. It was then that Megan turned fully back to Saph, and dropped her gaze to the still paralyzed woman. She was silent for a moment, before she started to walk past them.
"... If you send me off with that woman alone, I will kill her." She locked eyes with the paralyzed mutant as she headed past, a terrifying sight considering how many reflective eyes were peering down at her. It's worth noting the poor woman was very much still awake, too. "...Slowly. Painfully."
She let that sink in for a moment before lifting her gaze back to Saph. She didn't necessarily mean what she said... she did intend on attempting to get some information out of her. But... she wanted the mutant to be terrified of her. Fear went a long way when it came to trying to get people to talk.
" I have a temporary place. It won't take long to get there." In the distance, the sound of sirens slowly grew closer.
--
Megan's temporary home for the time being wasn't anything special. It was a concrete, single floor dwelling with a single bedroom, a small living area, and a tiny kitchen. She tended to choose places that were both cheap and easy to forget. She also hadn't bothered with a whole lot of decoration... she never tended to stay places long nowadays.
After showing Saph and their prisoner in, she headed straight for what was supposed to be the bedroom. Instead, one would find a blank room with a boarded up window and a single metal chair webbed to the floor in the center of the room. There were also suspicious dried stains spattered around the floor and walls. She liked to think they added character to the room.
"You can put her in the chair." She nodded her chin in that direction, while dropping her bag by the door and rifling through it. She'd handcuffed the mutants hands together on the way over, and took it a step further by handcuffing her hands to the sides of the chair, as well as her feet. After that she left the room for a moment, and when she returned it was with a bottle of lighter fluid in hand.
With an almost bored expression on her face, she headed in front of the woman, popped the top of the bottle and began dousing her in the fluid. When she was thoroughly soaked and coughing, Megan was satisfied. "There. That should give you second thoughts on trying to turn into a human torch on us."
Said woman was starting to come out of the paralysis, as was evident by the minute struggling she had been attempting. The spider mutant glanced at Saph then, casually closing the nearly empty bottle of fire starter.
Quietly, the Masochist eyed the crazy spider lady as she struggled to speak. He had an idea of what was going on in her head, just a bit... Bailiff had told him how it worked... back when he couldn't see.
In relation to the guard, she spoke harshly, and dangerously, provoking a frank head hang in her direction, as if to say 'really?' He knew the mercenary couldn't see him from her position, so he felt fine about busting her balls, albeit quietly.
As they talked location, he moved to pick up the pyromancer. He winced a bit as his chest wound complained a bit, but pushed through it, following her.
Before too long, they made it to their destination. It was a small apartment that clearly wasn't up to code. Great, she had a freaking burner property... Probably under an alias.
He placed the woman on the chair as directed, and then walked over to the door frame, leaning against it with his arms folded across his chest. As Megan fetched some lighter fluid, and doused the woman in it, he chuckled darkly. That would discourage her.
Megan invited him to ask a question first. He spoke in a low growl. "What did you know about your boss?"
The eyes on her forehead had gradually started to vanish over the course of the journey and preparation. Her body was reabsorbing them in order to recycle the building blocks for whatever she decided to create next... and honestly she already had something else in mind.
The woman didn't move to respond to Saph's question at first, instead rolling her head slightly as she gradually regained the use of her body. Megan dropped down in a squat in front of her and rested her arms loosely on her knees, watching the Pyromancer in a hawk like fashion. Eventually the woman spoke, albeit mumbled and with a slight, hard to place accent.
"Don't know anyfink. 'ired independently."
The woman locked eyes with Megan. Vibrant red clashed with icy blue, but the spider mutants features remained blank... bored even.
"... Wanna know what my favorite thing about paralytic tranquilizers is?" She reached out quickly, grabbing the woman's left pinky.
CRACK
"... You can still feel every. Little. Thing."
To her credit the woman didn't scream. She simply sucked in a quick breath and gritted her teeth against the pain.
Saphirus raised an eyebrow at Megan's sudden abuse. His face was covered, so their unfortunate captive didn't see the action, an honestly, she likely wouldn't have noticed. Her finger was definitely broken.
She stayed calm, though. A professional.
Saph interjected in his deep, obviously voice cover up. "Look, it's obvious she's the bad cop, here. What does that make me?" He walked a little closer, grabbing Megan's shoulder gently and steering her to the side just a bit so that he could get a bit closer.
"I'm going to start by calling bullshit on you... Your finger just got very broken, and you kept your cool... You're a professional. You know who you work for. You know who they are interacting with. You do this, because you are good at your job." He reached for a small fold out chair placed against the far corner, and set it to the side of their new friend, facing her. He sat slowly.
"I am also good at my job." He pointed at Megan. "She... Doesn't care about either of those details. She wants to hurt you. Any opportunity you give her, she will. I can stop you from having to deal with her, but you have to answer me... I'm not a bleeding heart. You are only useful to me if you talk. If you aren't useful, then you belong to her."
He leaned back in the chair, and put one foot up on the knee of his other leg, getting comfortable.
"You wouldn't want that. She breaks her toys. So I'll ask you again. What do you know about your boss?"
Barely, she suppressed a smirk at the woman's reaction. Truly a girl after her own heart. Her companion intended to step in there, and Megan let him. However, she didn't drop the woman's gaze until the fire mutant's attention was fully on Saph. While he got himself situated, she wandered to the side and leaned against a wall, still in full view of their prisoner.
Said prisoner was now leveling a heated glare in Saph's direction, though it was hard considering he was still wearing the mask. "And why should I be scared ov yew lot, eh? I've worked wiv mawer badass folks van yew befawer. What am I gonna get fer puttin' me life on da line 'ere? Nuff said, yeah?"
Around that time it could be noted with a close eye that there were small, dark shapes entering the room via the door and from about the cracks of the boarded up window. In total, about 50 slightly larger than normal black widows had been called in, and would gravitate naturally straight for the chair.
"...I would think about your answers carefully, from here on out." Megan was casually glancing at her nails, while waiting for larg-ish hollow fangs to grown in on either side of her mouth. It would only take about ten minutes or so.
The woman paused, glancing between Saph and Megan, before her eyes landed on the first spider crawling lazily up her foot. She cursed, unable to kick it off with her feet currently locked to her chair. She couldn't burn the damn thing, either, unless she wanted to set her whole self on fire.
The spider vanished under the cuff of her pant leg, and a moment later she felt the painful prick of a bite. The woman cursed again, and tried to shake the spider off of her. Soon after, she noticed more of them creeping in on her. "Call yaaahr beasts off! Call 'em off!"
"One small bite isn't likely to do much. You'll feel intense pain... nausea, maybe the leg will cramp up..." She paused, reaching up to feel the small fangs poking out of her cheeks. "Just one bite isn't a worry.... but a lot of them, now... that is something to worry about."
The fire mutant snapped her head in Megan's direction when another spider began it's trek up her other leg. "Lor' luv a duck! Alright, @#$%!" Her gaze snapped back to Saph, "James 'oward... Now call da @#$%& off ov me!"
Megan silently commanded her children to stop, and stop they did. Eerily, all the spiders froze where they were throughout the room, tiny icy blue eyes all pointed in the fire mutants direction still.
"It was James 'oward ter 'ired me on ter da job. Wan'ed me ter protect 'is son while 'e was makin' what deal wiv Jacobi.. What crazy son ov a @#$%&."