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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The Sanctuary was quiet. Most were either sleeping or off slinking around, doing whatever deeds the cover of dark allowed.As Garrett ushered Kealey into the foyer, he could see that she seemed stunned by the lavish appearance. Pushing the doors closed behind him, he returned the greeting to Lisa with a smile. "Hello Lisa. Don't you ever sleep? This is Kealey Quinn. She is a friend. I'm going to see if I can't doctor her up a bit in the Infirmary." Lisa looked at the two of them, understanding the friend comment. She basically understood everything.
Kealey's comment about the size of the place brought a smile of humor to Garrett's features. " There are many mutants in need of shelter. Our numbers are growing. Besides, many of us have special needs that cannot be sated in an average building.Shall we?" He led her down the halls, no longer hovering over her and yet staying close should she have a spill. Their footfalls echoed through the long corridors of the Sanctuary. There was little doubt that many eyes and ears were surveying them, whether they became known or not.
The lights in the Infirmary were on, as usual. Garrett brought Kealey to one of the tables and motioned for her to be seated. Stepping over to the cabinets, he removed some sterile instruments and began placing them on the counter before him. As he worked, he suspected that conversation would both lighten the mood and keep her talking. The silence and comfort of the room could make her sleepy. Sleepy and concussions were not a matched set.
" So, I assume by your accent that you are visiting the States? I hope you have had some positive experiences to outweigh this assuredly negative one. Tell me about yourself. Oh, if you wonder what I am up to, I plan to give you a few stitches to promote healing. " Garrett took some sterile wet wipes and returned to her, dabbing at the dried blood around her face and wound.
Posted by Kealey Shinbo on May 4, 2009 16:18:02 GMT -6
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This place wasn’t massive as Kealey had first thought, it was absolutely immense. They walked down long hallways, and there the did see people. It was odd to Kealey, knowing that everyone they ran saw was a mutant. It was obvious with some of them, their mutations were clearly visible. They were all staring at her, though, and Kealey had to fight down embarrassment at the stares and the feelings behind them besides everything else she was feeling. Eventually she took to looking at the floor to avoid staring and being stared at. Garrett’s words had made sense, some mutants did have diverse needs compared to humans.
They finally arrived where Garrett was taking her and Kealey was surprised to see that they were in what appeared to be a fully equipped infirmary of some kind. Garrett motioned for her to sit and Kealey pulled herself onto the table, happy that most of the spinning had stopped. A perverse part of her wanted to see the eye, assess the damage, but there didn’t seem to be any mirrors within reaching distance, so instead she just waited, watching as Garrett pulled out various medical looking instruments from drawers. He turned and started talking and Kealey slowly shook her head.
I’m not visiting…I’ve been living in New York almost a year…but you’re right about the accent. I’m from Ireland. “ he was sweet, his hopes that she’d had other, good experiences that would outweigh the bad ones. Kealey had. In fact, she’d had lots of experiences. ”This was at least partially my fault anyway…I’d never hold it against the city.”
Garrett mentioned that he was getting all the equipment out to stitch up her face and Kealey’s eyes widened as she gripped the edge of the table, ”I’m scared of needles…” she said, eyes automatically looking for the offending object. ”Are you a doctor?”
Vindictively slicing off the heads of Pluto's action figures was a hazardous job. Lori knew that she'd get herself one way or another --she was slicing with passion after all!-- but she did not know that she would slice into her most favorite of fingers. The index, for how well it had served her in the past, decided to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was a large enough wound that through the runnels of blood and spidery shots of electricity she could see two very distinct edges to the wound. It was practically laughing at her.
A long and steady stream of imaginative oaths that would make a nun blush rattled from her lips as she speed walked... okay, as she ran to the infirmary. Whoever was in there be damned! Lori went for the drawers tossing things almost comically over her shoulder at Kealey in her pursuit of gauze and fresh rubber gloves. Ah, but the gauze was out already!
Lori snatched a pad from the pile the man had out and closed her fist around the wound. She gripped the gauze tightly enough that her knuckles became white. It didn't matter if the electricity arched back into herself, but to just let it go off and be wasted was... a shame. She bounced for a moment still running in slight panic mode before actually noticing the other people in the room.
"Oh, chocotini, did you finally find a man that'll treat you right?" Of course, the shadow of a shiner still remained green and sickly underneath her eye. If not for all the blood and how well Kealey was put together despite that blood, Lori felt she could be looking into a mirror. It was like a visit from an older sister she never had. Lori had yet to cap her wound off with a glove and so it wasn't safe to touch anything yet so she bounced on the balls of her feet until she could calm herself down enough to stop sparking.
Garrett initially felt bad for assuming Kealey was a new arrival to the States. His social graces were lacking, in general. Prior to the Mansion, it had been nothing but group homes, hospitals and comas. Not alot of stimulus at those places. Not any kind that was very pleasant, anyway. Her quick admission of guilt in the incident made him wonder how involved she had been. That or whether or not she was Catholic.
Dabbing at the wound, she mentioned a fear of needles andd then the obvious question rolled around. "Fortunately, needles won't be necessary, as usually they are vehicles for anesthetic. I have that taken care of." Tossing the bloody wipes into the trash, he chuckled and turned to face her again. His hands on his hips, he decided how best to answer." Truth be told, no. I am not a doctor. Our actual healer is not around. He normally just touches wounds and they go away. I have taken a few Red Cross classes.I think if I could buckle down and become a doctor, my gift would aid me a great deal."
That was clearly not her concern. It was the needle that he would stick in her skin to sew her face shut. Silly Garrett. Realizing his mistake, his eyes lit up as the bulb went on over his head." Ah, you meant the sewing needle. Well, I suppose it isn't stitch worthy. Perhaps some super glue or you can just hold something against it. My main concern was you having a scar. That would be a sha--" Noise and chaos. Sterile packets of gauze and various other materials were raining down on Garrett from behind him.
He turned on his heel to see a young blond rummaging through things, wrapping her hand up as it seemed to be bleeding. Sparks were--sparks?yes, sparks---coming from her hand as she pressed gauze into it, squeezing the life from it as if she had a homicidal hatred of bandages. She was also speaking to Kealey in a manner that brought to mind familiarity. Was Garrett really that much of a homebody? It was certainly appearing that way.
Approaching the young lady, he was careful. He pulled the cloth that the various metallic instruments were lying on to the far side of the counter. He wasn't sure of the ins and outs of her mutation, but he was fairly certain about the conductivity of metal. He looked at the gauze and something else came to mind." That gauze could catch fire, you know. I don't think I have met you. Garrett Wills. Do you live here?"
Posted by Kealey Shinbo on May 4, 2009 20:08:26 GMT -6
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Garrett mentioned that he had the whole anesthetic thing taken care of and Kealey nodded numbly, Kealey wasn’t scared of the pain. Pain was something she was fairly used to dealing with, something she had a high tolerance for. Then Garrett went on to talk about a healer they had at the Sanctuary, someone who could heal wounds with a touch.
”You’re joking?” she said, eye(s) going wide as she tried to assess if Garrett was being completely honest. He was. ”No…no you’re not.” she answered herself as she assessed the feelings coming from the man. The dizziness was still fading, it made it easier to concentrate on the emotions in the room. Garrett was still explaining his qualifications, a few Red Cross classes and he thought that would make her comfortable with him sticking a needle into her head. Then he mentioned a scar. Kealey’s brow furrowed, and that pushed the swelling down into Kealey’s right eye, effectively blinding her. If the skin was that swollen, the cut had to be pretty good.
Garrett mentioned that maybe Kealey wouldn’t need the stitches and she frowned again at the mention of super glue and just holding things on there. Garrett was confident, but not overly so, Kealey trusted him. Which was almost odd considering her recent vow to distrust all men for a period of at least two weeks. ”No..if you think it’s going to scar…” Kealey was cut off by flurry of activity and her heart leaped into her chest as a surge of almost panic rushed over her.
The blonde tossing things in her direction looked more than vaguely familiar and if Kealey hadn’t been struggling to breathe because of panic she’d have recognized her right away. As it were, the other blond turned around and recognition dawned. It was Elle, and she was…sparking. She was still pretty worked up too. Garrett was moving metal equipment, and cautioning Elle about the flammability of gauze. The girl really needed to calm down. Oh wait…Elle had asked her a question.
”Nope…not yet.” she answered truthfully, even if Elle’s question had been a bit of a joke. ”I seem to have a talent for finding dead ends and violent men.”
Elle really needed to calm down, flammability aside, Kealey was almost ready to crawl out of her skin. Her own panic and fear from the events of the night were bad enough, Lori’s spazz attack over a cut on her finger was making things way worse. Kealey looked at Lori, pulling out her individual emotions from the swirl coming from the direction of her and Garrett. Good eye narrowing slightly, Kealey pushed the panic down and pulled up pretty much anything resembling calm. It worked and a moment later she sighed with relief, eyes going back to normal as she continued to stare at the other blond. Slowly, she realized how odd that might seem and flushed slightly, ”Sorry…” she said sheepishly, ”After the night…no week…that I’ve had, I couldn’t take your feelings on top of mine…at least you’re more calm now and Garrett doesn’t have to worry about you burning this castle down…” Guilt, it always came along with using her powers on someone who wasn’t necessarily suspecting it, darn it…now she felt awkward.
”How’s….things?” she offered with a helpless shrug.
”Nope…not yet. I seem to have a talent for finding dead ends and violent men.”
Lori looked to the bald guy with a slight frown. Well, he didn't seem all that violent. Maybe he was just another dead end. "I think it's always that way when starting out." She sighed. Lori was quite adept at the ex-boyfriend take down. And if Kealey needed someone set on fire, Lori was her girl.
Speaking of fire... "That gauze could catch fire, you know. I don't think I have met you. Garrett Wills. Do you live here?" Lori turned slowly and far too calmly to Garrett. "Path of least resistance. Doesn't usually catch when there's blood or split milk. Nifty, huh?" Blink. Nifty? She turned to look at Kealey. Who immediately ducked and apologized.
”After the night…no week…that I’ve had, I couldn’t take your feelings on top of mine…at least you’re more calm now and Garrett doesn’t have to worry about you burning this castle down…”
Lori shrugged and hopped up onto the medical table next to Kealey in a slow and lazy movement. "Whatever." She shrugged along with it. Even if she hadn't been being manipulated to not care, she probably wouldn't have cared. It was pretty nifty really. Frick. Lori shook her head to clear the sludge.
At least instant cool down meant the sparks stopped jumping. The electricity would only ooze out with the blood for lack of proper motivation. Lori loosened her grip on the wound and peeled the gauze back a bit to peek. Gross. Cool, but gross. It wasn't gushing blood much anymore either. Hm. Death grip for the win.
She realized she'd missed Garrett's question and she had to think back for a long slow moment to recall his voice and the words he'd said and then another long moment to think about the proper response and what she'd already said there. Being artificially calmed was rather similar to swimming through pudding it seemed. "Elle... or whatever. I only kind of live here. Call it a weekend retreat."
”How’s….things?”[/color]
Lori poked gently at her cut. It wasn't quite done bleeding so she tossed the bloody gauze away and nabbed a clean on from Garrett's pile. He didn't seem to mind very much. Maybe a little Kealey magic was at work there too. "Oh, you know. Tea, cake, death, bad clothes. Same routine as usual around these parts. Found a car I might fix up." Lori tucked her hair back behind her ear with her wounded finger. oh look at that. She tucked it back into her other hand and tried not to waggle her feet like a kid waiting for her lollypop. "So where'd you get baldy? He a dead end too?" Lori regarded him with less than friendly eyes. If he lived here, he probably wasn't a good person. Ha! Was she worried for Keaely now? Hehehe. Guess black eyes and blood would make for a nice vulnerable look that some men seemed to be attracted to and Lori had to admit, Kealey even made it look good.
The blond seemed to either overlook him completely or maybe it was one of those dirty stares. Garrett couldn't tell. The two definitely knew each other. There was some sort of code being passed between them that only women seemed to be able to decipher. She seemed to have enough interest in him to mention the fundamentals of electricity. Garrett just raised his hairless ridges in what could be best described as an awkward mix of vague interest and confusion.
Something had passed between the two. Perhaps it had something to do with Kealey's mention of emotions. The frenetic pace of the blond seemed to be cut from her completely, discarded into the trash like old gauze. She just hopped up on the table next to Miss Quinn and finally proceeded to introduce herself."Elle... or whatever. I only kind of live here. Call it a weekend retreat." Garrett sat down on the little stool with wheels on it, exasperated by the events. The two were gabbing away like they were doing laundry or something. The buzzing chatter had him rubbing his temples.
Something snapped him free of the buzzing. "So where'd you get baldy? He a dead end too?" Irritability teetered on anger for no reason. He stood up and interrupted." Whoa, whoa...I think you are sorely mistaken, Elle. I found Kealey crumpled up in a pool of blood at a train terminal a while ago. There is no us. Furthermore, there is no reason for attitude and snap judgments. I am glad you have been staying here, I guess. I have been doing PR work for the Sanctuary." There was something switching in his head. It felt like some kind of vague itch he wanted to scratch, but it would require a bone saw and brain damage. He rubbed his eyes, the room seeming to close in on him slowly, like a hangman's noose before the mob arrived.
Posted by Kealey Shinbo on May 5, 2009 16:22:25 GMT -6
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That was much better. Kealey couldn’t help but think when Elle’s emotions mellowed exactly how Kealey hoped they would. In fact, it worked better than she thought it would. Elle was downright chipper. She climbed up onto the table with Kealey and Kealey couldn’t help but smile at the other woman despite the events of the night. Calm was infectious, even if it was artificial calm. Garrett was asking questions, and Elle seemed too busy examining her finger to answer them.
Elle pointed out that she only sort of lived here…and that her name was Elle…or whatever. That elicited an eyebrow raise from the only one that could move. Or whatever? Did that mean that Elle was some sort of alias? Kealey planned to examine this phenomenon more, when there was time and the right side of her face wasn’t swelling to the size of a grapefruit.
Then Elle asked a question that made Kealey’s good eye widen to the side of a saucer and her swollen eye swell to the size of…something smaller, but still relatively wide. Somehow Elle thought that Kealey was here with Garrett? Kealey was opening her mouth to correct the mistake, but Garrett was already answering for her. Answering in a very cut and dry manner that made Kealey tilt her head. This was not the Garrett that Kealey had known so far this night. ”He’s right… Kealey said, reading Garretts emotions as they started to turn. ”He’s a very good Samaratan that helped me after I…” Kealey stumbled over the lie and sighed, ”After I got myself into some trouble. ”
Elle went on to explain how things were and Kealey cocked her head to one side. Surely at least some of that was made up. Kealey actually looked at Elle for the first time since her arrival in the infirmary and clicked her tongue. The bad clothing part actually was true. ”Elle!” she admonished gently, ”After we bought all those clothes! For shame…I fully expect to see you in something better, and soon.”
The emotions were getting worse, then suddenly they were a wave. A big wave. Kealey couldn’t name all the emotions, but they made her gasp. They were so strong. Suddenly her head felt full of them, irritation, anger, annoyance, pretty much everything negative she’d ever felt.
”Garrett…” Kealey gasped through suddenly clenched teeth as her hands moved to grip her head, completely ignorant that she was gripping the battered side of her face, ”What ‘s wrong…what happened? Calm down” The last was said through clenched teeth and Kealey let go of Lori’s feelings to concentrate on trying to mellow Garrett’s emotions. Was this part of his power, or were they that annoying?
"I fully expect to see you in something better, and soon.” "Why, we going somewhere? These are work clothes. You want me to do my work in silk and lace?" She'd get guinea pig all over it and somehow Lori didn't think Kealey would approve of that either.
Judging by Kealey's reaction, baldy wasn't that far down on the list of men-folk. A Good Samaritan she called him. Ha! If such things really existed these days. The more she heard about bald-face the less she trusted that calm exterior. That kind of calm didn't exist, outside of Miss Kealey of course. In fact, the more she looked at him, the more Lori wanted to protect Little Miss Grapefruit face. If Garrett was flipping out over a simple relational misunderstanding, then why was Kealey planning to let the crazy man near her face with a needle?
"To be perfectly honest," Lori turned to regard Kealey after her confession about her self-induced trouble, "I'm not surprised. You reek of a victim, Kealey. That means predators may come from far and wide to gobble you up." She moved slowly and purposefully. Maybe her Kealey calm was gone, but there was no way in hell baldy or any other ridiculous Order members were going to prey on this one. This one was her special project and she'd already had her lesson for the day. "Quit being a victim and maybe no one will victimize you anymore."
Lori settled herself one leg folded behind Kealey and the other still dangling of the edge of the bed. That put her body to the side presenting a minimal target for Garrett and giving Lori easy Access to Kealey should she need to pick the woman up like a football and carry her away.
”Garrett…” Lori was watching Kealey handle the situation with keen interest. If she could tame the beast, perhaps there was hope for this little victim after all. If not... Lori turned curious eyes to Garrett. What mutation did he hold? "Touch a nerve?"
She would be foolish to think she could handle anything and everything, but there was a certain level of confidence that came from being a survivor who had done so many, many foolish things and still survived this long...
The buzzing was akin to the wings of millions of locusts as they voraciously devoured the vestiges of humanity within Garrett. His eye began twitch. How dare that little tramp talk to him that way! As she continued to jabber her pretty little mouth about lace and silk, he imagined there was little use for her other than that. An interesting thought did come to mind though. A simple touch of Elle's flesh and he could make that simple wound grow into such an injury that she might cut it off herself to be free of the pulsing menace.His eyes widened at the thought. "C'mere, you."
Then something happened. Something of proportions not of this earth. Garrett felt as if the hand of God reached into his soul and pulled the demon out. No harsh tests, no prolonged tortures. With a wave of His hand, a gentle and soothing peace came over him. Nothing in his entire existence could compare to it, other than it being the complete antithesis of the Haywire incident. His eyes closed and his breathing became shallow and quick. His nerves flowed like dandelion shoots, wafting in a summer breeze.Whatever they were saying was meaningless.
Garrett's eyes opened again. Before him was the flaxen haired angel. She was twisted in pain. Was that what he looked like? He really needed to get his head together, if that was the case. He stepped surely and evenly to Kealey, his face a picture of complete serenity. His own gray eyes painted her features with pure love. His hand rested on her shoulder, as a single tear slid from his eye. "Thank you."
He smiled wuide and genuine and turned to the other girl. " There's no need to fear me, Elle. We are all the same. "His hand reached out and cupped her cheek, the soft skin beneath his palm. There was no need to map her. he only wanted to look into her eyes and genuinely pass on the good intentions and love he had for both of them on to her. He could tell--anyone could tell-- that this was a girl in pain. If he couldn't relive it, Kealey could. " Trust me. Everything is fine. We are your friends." His touch trailed away as he turned to the counter and picked up the needle and thread. Turning once more, he looked at Kealey. " Ready?"
Posted by Kealey Shinbo on May 5, 2009 21:29:04 GMT -6
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Elle seemed to think that her clothing was appropriate for work and Kealey’s good eyebrow raised again as she wondered exactly what kind of work that Lori had been doing that would require her to dress as she was. Again, a question for later. There was still the matter of the needle that was going to poke through the gash in her face to hold it together until it could heal. As vain as the thought was, Kealey really hoped that there wasn’t going to be a scar.
Elle commented on Kealey’s talent for getting herself into trouble and Kealey found her face scrunching into a deep frown at the thought that she simply looked like a victim. Was that it? Was that the reason that Kealey always found herself in situations like the one she’d ended up in tonight? No, Kealey had ended up in the situation tonight because she’d wanted to. The option to turn and walk away and get other help had been there, but Kealey had chosen to run into the fray. She’d saved a man’s life…but what had she done to her own?
The frown was still there as she thought. Kealey knew that she was inexperienced, but the more time that passed she was beginning to think that naïve was a poor word to describe her state. Elle’s words rang true though and it almost felt as if she were speaking from experience. ”How would I possibly do that? she muttered, half to herself and half as a question to Lori. This was too much to think about though, her head was still a little fuzzy and these were such troubling thoughts.
Besides, by this point, the only thing that Kealey was thinking about was finding a way to get Garrett’s feelings to abate enough that she could feel like her brain didn’t need a blow hole to vent the pressure. It was almost painful, the feelings were so intense and Kealey’s grip on her head tightened and her breathing hitched, an almost-growl pushing through her clenched teeth. Then. It was gone.
Kealey’s hands were shaking almost uncontrollably as she unclenched the hands that had tightened into fists in her hair. It had worked. Kealey realized she’d been sweating and took a deep breath, lowering her hands from her hair as Garrett approached. The feelings were so different now, Kealey blinked at them. The change had been so sudden…a wave of emotion hit her and suddenly she was looking at Garrett through a haze of tears in her eyes. She didn’t see his single tear until her own had fallen. Kealey took a shuddering breath when he thanked her and simply nodded her head slowly.
Garrett turned to Elle, and Kealey’s eyes widened, how was it possible for a person to feel so much good will, so much love, and so much calm after so much intense negativity. It was absolutely incredible and Kealey could almost feel it pulsing through her. Elle was completely forgotten for a moment as Kealey continued to marvel at the man in front of her, lost in the rush of everything that had happened.
Garrett picked up the needle and thread from the tray he’d sat by the table and Kealey just nodded when he asked her if she was ready. It was impossible to be afraid of something so insignificant as a needle after what had just happened.
It took a few moments for Kealey to surface from the flood of emotion Garrett was giving off, but she slowly managed, coming back to herself and blinking away the haze that sometimes resulted from such intense immersion. ”Wh..what was that?” Kealey asked, voice wearing as she came completely back to herself. She was exhausted, only now were the other little wounds she’d sustained in the subway surfacing with a vengeance. Her knee and elbow throbbed, and her scalp burned where she’d just been gripping her hair. ”And I’m glad I could help…I’ve been told it’s what I’m here to do..”
Ohh-ho! Baldy had a twitch. The anger and scorn, that she knew all too well. And what she understood, she could use. All he had to do was get close. Just a touch. That was all it would take. Let go of Kealey and then... what the ****?
She looked between Kealey and Garrett and knew she was missing out on some metaphysical bliss. And she was glad. Holy crap this was creepy. Garrett gave her googly eyes that spoke of puppies and kittens and all manor of things that had nothing to do with Lori. He hadn't earned the right to make eyes like that at her. It made her want to claw them out. And Kealey wasn't much better, and ... oh, hell. They were both shedding tears. This was a very uncomfortable place for Lori. A scowl settled on her face.
"There's no need to fear me, Elle. We are all the same."[/i] Was probably the last thing he could have said to make her feel better. Because they were very much not the same. This was a rainbow and unicorn moment and Lori was sitting out in the mud with the frog princes and evil witches. He touched her cheek and it took a lot of restraint for her to only smack the hand away. He didn't seem to even notice and floated away to the needle and thread.
Now it was Lori's turn to be nervous. What the hell? Whatever they were on she didn't get and she certainly didn't want it. "Hurt her and I'll kill you." Honestly she just wanted an excuse to end this nonsense. She wasn't leaving until she was satisfied that Kealey was shipped home to somewhere safer than the Sanctuary... but dang... this was... weird.
The instant euphoria was waning , Garrett's body and mind an odd mix. The initial sensation was powerful, but little match for the power of Haywire. Perhaps it was the virus itself which had made the effect so powerful. Maybe he just needed relief. Either way, he was doing his best to keep the positive energy encapsulated in his mind. The moment between himself and Kealey still rang true, her own eyes wet with emotion. Elle's scorn for him had not lightened in any way. In fact, it seemed as if she became even more distrustful with his actions.
The task at hand was stitches. He needed to get the few passes with needle and thread done before her wound and the stress made things worse. He placed his left hand on her forehead, keeping her head still and preparing to manipulate any sudden nervous problems in the area. His right hand remained completely still as the needle pierced the flesh and the work began. Garrett was amazed at the complete stillness of his hand. It never faltered. "Hurt her and I'll kill you" Garrett smiled , his eyes not leaving his work. " Thanks for the vote of confidence, Elle. You are a genuine ray of sunshine. Hurting her is impossible."
Doing his best to ignore the blond antagonist, he looked at Kealey in her good eye. " It's coming along nicely. I don't think you'll have any scar. At least not from me. Who told you your work was what was meant for you?" He hoped the conversation and change of venue might ease the tension between the three of them. The darkness in his heart and mind was still present. It had been blotted out by the positive energy, not removed as he had hoped. He kept this to himself, maintaining a positive focus. At least until he was done repairing Kealey's otherwise flawless face.
Posted by Kealey Shinbo on May 8, 2009 7:16:11 GMT -6
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Dec 31, 2019 21:55:08 GMT -6
Jules
Kealey turned her head to look at Elle and tilted it to one side. Why was she so scornful? Garrett was obviously trying to help, and Elle seemed only concerned with showing him just how much that did not impress her. She even slapped his hand away when he touched her. So distrustful. Kealey wondered if she could help that while Elle showed her what she needed to not look like a victim.
Garrett was moving even more purposefully with the needle and thread and his residual euphoria still had Kealey in the state of mind to handle it with ease. That initial flood was starting to abate, though, and in its place was almost intense concentration. Kealey concentrated too, on different things though. She could still see the face of the assassin clearly in her mind. It was something she didn’t think she’d forget very soon. The impulse was sudden and strong to tell these people everything that had happened, but if that man was a professional, how long would it be until he figured out that she’d talked?
Elle commented that if Garrett hurt her, she would kill him and Kealey had to struggle to keep her head still at the strength of her conviction. Sincerity rang true in the words, it made Kealey believe every word of what Elle said. That was scary in and of itself.
”Garrett would no sooner hurt me than you would Elle…he’s the one who brought me here. I was in a bad way. I owe him a lot…plus some cab fare.” Kealey said, reaching out without looking to pat the other woman but stopping short and dropping her hand as she remembered Elle’s reaction to Garrett’s casual touch.
Kealey was still waiting for Garrett to start with the stitches when he commented that it was all coming along nicely. Kealey blinked as he looked at her, he’d already started? Then she remembered that he’d completely numbed the area with that power of his. He didn’t think there’d be a scar, that was good news and Kealey smiled at him as he worked and she thought about the second half of his question. The truth always sounded like something out of some strange religious story book, and at the thought Kealey realized just how far from a religious journey she’d come, she chuckled and decided that a little truth couldn’t hurt. Elle hadn’t heard the whole thing either.
”Well..I grew up in a convent.” she started, sparing the details of the how and why and doing her best to stay still as she spoke, ”Once I was stable enough to communicate and be around people, and they realized that I wasn’t crazy, the nuns started teaching me how I should use my gifts.” Kealey paused a moment and frowned, ”What I did a few moments ago was wrong, I used what I can do simply to make things easier on myself without asking permission. I’d have been saying Hail Mary’s for a week.”
Kealey resisted the urge to shake her head, as Garrett worked, “I was going to take final vows sometime this summer.” she said, almost chuckling, the idea seemed almost ludicrous now. ”The Mother Superior had some kind of moment, though, and decided that God had bigger plans for me.”
Kealey shrugged, a one shouldered maneuver that hopefully kept the arm that could have jostled Garrett still, ”I haven’t figured out what it is I’m supposed to do yet…so I’m just living life and attracting trouble until it’s clear.”
Elle watched the needle move in and out of Keaely's face with a stern expression. She did not move during the whole procedure. Elle may as well have turned to wax except that her eyes rolled around following Garrett's every movement. Moving wouldn't have helped Keaely any, though she seemed just fine with all of this. Some kind of afterglow of using her power. She should really use her power more often... obviously the world could use a little emotional stability.
She didn't like him. One minute he was fine, the next minute he's pissed, and the next moment he's euphoric? Who cares if Kealey did something, that was far too many moods in a span of ten minutes. It didn't matter if he saved her from a bear, took a bullet for her, or scraped her up off the subway floor... she just didn't like Garrett.
Her instincts said he was a bad man with a good face. Maybe he was a good man at times, but the good men fallen were sometimes the worst of all. Because they knew fully the extent of their transgressions. Kealey had said Garrett would no sooner hurt her than he would hurt Elle. And though Keaely had meant that to be a reassuring thought, it was exactly along those lines that Lori was thinking. Kealey seriously needed a lesson on how to look out for herself.
Begrudgingly Lori had to admit that he was at least handy with the needle. His stitches were straight and even and his hands were steady as a surgeon. He'd done something like this before.
And then Kealey dropped a doosey. A convent? Lori had gathered that she was sheltered, but... a nun? She couldn't keep up her grumpy demeanor anymore. Lori instead ducked behind Kealey's shoulder and chuckled. "I can't believe you using your gift as you have is wrong." She may have never guessed about the convent. Lori poked again at her finger wound. It was still oozing some clearish yellow liquid, which was icky, but better than bleeding outright. The slice didn't go deep enough to hit bone, but it was deeper than she initially thought... should she ask for a stitch or two just to be safe? Meh. She'd do it herself later. How hard could it be?
"You are surprisingly well adjusted for being raised a nun." It was clear by her tone that she was intending no offense even if the words themselves could be construed as such. "And I am pretty sure trouble is part of being a mutant." Maybe even aimless was part of being a mutant, who knew?