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.
>>“What? Hey! Wait a minute! You said no combat training!”
Gawain chuckled as he merged out of a window on the top of the building; looking down, he could see Agnes glance around, and he wished he could see her face better when she realized what was going on. The zombie scenari was not really his idea, but it was fun to watch. Those zombies had some great moves...
Agnes lased about ten seconds before she screamed flies and roaches everywhere.
The zombies stopped; they turned to look at her. The one that brushed past her stopped too, tilting its head; flies were probably nothing new to a zombie, even in large quantities. It raised its hand, claws ready to slice into the living flesh. For a zombie, it was suprisingly quick... But not quick enough.
An arrow pierced right through it skull; the zombie cllapsed at Agnes' feet.
"Freeze."
The whole scene froze into place.
Gawain appeared in the same window, holding a bow in his hand.
"Well, ya can' succeed in everything at first try." he shrugged with a smirk "Nice try though. Now tuck those bugs away, and let's try again."
Agnes was already frozen by the time that Gawain’s arrow had pierced the zombie’s head and sent it sprawling onto the ground. She did not want to think about the horror of what she had just witnessed, or the fact that she had so decidedly failed her first training session. But as she stood there, cringing and waiting for the rest of the zombie’s to attack she soon felt that there was absolutely no movement around her. Every was as still as a movie put on pause and Agnes could only caution to slowly open her eyes.
And that was when she saw his smirking face. Oh and how much wanted to just slap him! But there he was…inside of a mirror and nothing she could do to him right now. She’d wait though…
“Nice shot,” was all she said, referring to the arrow through the undead skull.
>> "Well, ya can' succeed in everything at first try…Nice try though. Now tuck those bugs away, and let's try again."
She wanted to protest. To tell him that he was crazy for throwing her into something like this without even a single word of warning. But she had to calm herself down. Her swarm were still irritated and attacked the frozen zombie’s uselessly before they finally began to fly back towards her. She stared at the still zombie with the arrow stuck in its head, her eyes roaming all over its features, trying to still her beating heart while at the same time staring at the thing that frightened her so much.
Th-thump…th-thump…th-thump…
Breathe…
Th-thump…th-thump…
Breathe…
Th-thump…
Very slowly she calmed her breathing, forcing herself to be calm. It was only once she was relaxed that the irritated buzzing of the insects dimmed down and finally began to press close for a return back to their nest. She sighed as she turned away from Gawain, not wanting to make him green in the face again, and opened her mouth. Quickly the swarm disappeared back into the nestling warmth of her body and returned to their rest. With a sigh she turned around to face him.
“Well, if we’re going to do this again…” she did not get to finish her thought.
Before she knew it, the scenario had started up again and she was staring at the zombie, arrow still in its head as it stood there looking her over. She seemed to sniff, as if trying to decide whether or not she would make an appetizing meal. It eyeballed her closely and Agnes felt her entire insides get cold but as her heart rate wanted to thump out of her chest, the runaway struggled and forced herself to be calm as the thing reached out, appearing to be ready to grab her hair. Then…in a sudden move…it took a disco pose! It stood there, looking like John Travolta from Saturday Night Fever before it finally hustled it ways back to the dancing troupe of zombies who continued to dance in in unison.
Agnes sighed. The buzzing had started up again, but as she managed to calm herself down considerably, the swarm was also being pacified. That was at least a plus for the moment! Then again she knew about this part of her abilities for a while now. She knew she had to remain calm, but at least in the face of all this carnage and horror she was able to keep her cool.
She sighed as she looked around, noticing that the zombies were busy with their dancing. She could only wonder what could possibly be next and what else that psycho had in store for her.
The second try was considerably better than the first one - she did not scream right away. She seemed to get used to the weird dancing zombie party, and although she was still pale, no bugs appeared yet. Gawain nodded to himself. So, she could to it, after all. That was a start. All right, it was time to make things more interesting.
When Sam did the training scenarios, he usually let Gawain/Maya deal with them on his/her own, watching from the god room. But right now that he was practically running the training, even hung over, Gawain felt like he deserved some action too.
"Party's over" he muttered with a smirk, before he gave new orders to the computer.
A few seconds later, the dancing stopped, and the zombies returned to their original profession: they started sniffing around for human brains... Merging into a window again, Gawain sneaked down from the top of the building, to get a closer look, and wait for the cue for his heroic entrance...
Agnes turned away from the zombies…that was her first mistake. The second was trusting that the X-Man was actually going to go easy on her. Once she had turned away from the dancing troupe of zombies, she had attempted to continue her trek through the open world that this Danger Room had created for her. So far all the zombies seemed intent to dance to the music that filtered in from all over the room so she was just going to continue on…then a deafening silence surrounded her. Confused, Agnes began to look around…and that was when she saw her fortunes had taken a dive.
She turned and there, the walking horde of undead creatures all paused and began to look up for the source of their music. When it did not start again they all switched to their other basic need…brains…
At first they seemed to take no notice of her, but as she began to step back, a sudden misstep caused quite a ruckus. Not watching what she was doing, Agnes accidentally stepped on a partially crushed can on the ground, slipped and sent the dirty piece of aluminum sliding across the concrete. The clatter and clanging echoed throughout the empty streets was something akin to a thunderclap in the silent and deserted city.
The runaway became very still as she looked about, trying to see if the zombies had heard her racket…
All dead and lifeless eyes were now trained upon her.
“Great,” she muttered as she began to back away.
It was no use, however. All they saw was a walking, cringing and wide-eyed looking Happy Meal. Drool hung in strings down from their gapping mouths as all focus narrowed directly upon Agnes. The first of the shuffling steps was made…then another…then another…slowly but surely they began to close the gap between themselves at her. And the only thing Agnes could do was panic now.
Buuuuzzzzzzz…[/i]
“No, no, no..” she growled as he attempted to keep herself calm.
The panic that coursed through her body was beginning to affect the swarm within her. Already she was having trouble controlling them and even though she knew that these zombies were just simulations, the intent in their eyes was real enough for her. A deep breath and Agnes attempted to move away as quickly as possible, looking around at all the buildings for that smirking face of Gawain. She was ready for him to call this off, to stop these things before they really attempted to lunge and take off her head. But…then one snarled and did throw itself at her.
“AHH!” Agnes squeaked as she sidestepped and scrambled away from the walking corpse. She gasped as she stumbled back, casting fearful glances between them all as she felt the swarm awakening further within her body. They were almost up and try as she might, she was barely holding them back. Finally, as another stepped far too close for her liking, Agnes grabbed a nearby trashcan lid and lashed out with all the might she had…
Claaaaaaaaaaaaang![/i]
The zombie crumpled into a heap as she stepped back, holding the lid and poised to be ready to attack again. Needless to say, she was going to kill Gawain the second he showed up…if she were not ripped apart first…
A metallic sound rang out as Agnes decided to put up a fight instead of running away. Gawain smirked as he watched. She did not stand a chance, as solitary heroes in zombie situations usually didn't; but she seemed to remember the rules, and kept the swarm inside. That was a start.
"Nice hit" the young knight grinned as he stepped out of the window-mirror next to her. Instead of the bow, now he was holding a sword, with the ease and elegance of someone who hacks zombies with Medieval weapons all the freakin' time. Said zombies roared and moaned, and limped closer; Gawain smirked, and chopped the head off the one that came closest.
"All right, so this is just for fun" he said, glancing back at Agnes "Keep those bugs in for another five minutes an' I'll call it a success."
Agnes jumped at the sudden voice and spun around to see Gawain reappear through another window. With that sly smirk and that cocky glint in his eyes she watched as the boy suddenly dispatched another the zombies with all the ease of something who seemed comfortable with doing this all the time! She could only shake her head in amazement at him. Here was a boy who was supposed to be training her in keeping her powers from getting to crazy and he wastes time summoning zombies for target practice!
She could only groan as he watched the decapitated head be lobbed on the zombie’s shoulders, a stream of stinking blood and gore spilling into the air before falling with a splat onto the ground. Quickly she stepped back, wanting to avoid that head from touching her shoes, even though she knew it was not there.
Then the boy had to goad her on…
>> "All right, so this is just for fun…Keep those bugs in for another five minutes an' I'll call it a success."
“Five minutes?! Are you insane?” she growled and began to edge away from another zombie that was attempting to get far too close.
It was apparent that these things to programmed to act exactly like their movie and television counterparts. They made no attempt to understand that one of their comrades was now dead due to the weapon the scrawny boy carried. Instead they were running on pure instinct and instinct was telling them to attack and to keep attacking their food source. Agnes did not appreciate being put into this situation at all. All she wanted was out of here…but the boy’s bet intrigued her. Could she really maintain her control for five minutes? She had been able to wrangle herself in before but never under this much stress and pressure.
She turned away from Gawain, saying nothing else and silently agreeing to his bet. What could she really do? She did not know how this place worked, or if her voice would even be recognized as a user and stop when commanded. So she would have to play by his rules. It would be the only way for now. Hefting up the metal trashcan lid, she slipped her hand into the handle and held it perfectly like a shield between herself and them. Agnes then swore to herself and prayed that she had a flamethrower, a gun, hell even a slingshot would suffice right now! All she knew was that she wanted something to cause harm and give her distance.
“Raaaaaaaaaawr!” a zombie groaned and began to shamble towards her. This seemed to catch a small posse of them to break off from the main group and go towards her.
She was definitely not liking these odds, especially since the rest of them were going after the X-Man. A cautioned look, and Agnes reached down to snatch up a glass bottle. It was a wine bottle, heavy and dark in color and fit perfectly in her free hand. Holding it up by the next, Agnes grunted as she hurled it as hard and as fast as she could. It shattered satisfactorily into the face of one of the shambling undead, sending it veering off course.
"Yup" Gawain agreed cheerfully, raising the sword once again.
He turned his back to Agnes on purpose. It was really tempting to watch every move she made; but he knew the knight in him could not bear watching a girl fight (without weapons... it was a shame, really), so he decided not to look. Instead, he went on hacking zombies to take up most of the work from her.
Five mintues was a very long time, when someone was in the Danger Room.
Gawain never really understood zombie movies. As he chopped the head off of another one, he wondered who came up with the idea first. Not the DR session - he was pretty sure it was Sam - but the whole idea of dead people wandering around taking over the world. They were so easy to kill again...
"We can do a whole lot of other movies too" he told Agnes in a chatty voice, glancing back to make sure she was still standing "But these are kinda slow and easy. Raptors" he mused, kicking a zombie into a nearby window "Are much more challengin'..."
And then the time was up, and most of the zombies were dead. Well, they were all dead, some of them were just more dead than others...
"Mission complete" he sighed, and the Danger Room was once again clean and empty; even the sword was gone, and, luckily, all the blood too. Gawain panted, and smirked, turning back to look at Agnes.
So he admitted that he was insane…great. Agnes was at a loss as she stared at the rest of the zombies that were turning all their attentions on her. It seemed as if Gawain was take the most of them, but the few that were left behind for her to fend with, were no easy matter either. She slammed her makeshift shield into those who got too close, and picked up various other heavy items that she could find on the floor and hurled them with all her might. It was needless to say that even though these things were merely part of some computer program, Agnes was struggling for her life.
At least that was the effect she was getting. The panic, the sight of the shambling undead, all of it, was causing her fight or flight reaction to run into overdrive. She wanted so badly to just let go, to stop trying to resist the swarm that wanted so badly to break free but she knew she had to prove that little X-Man wrong. She had to fight to prove that she could do it.
So the five minutes turned into an eternity for the runaway. She dodged, whelped and swung at zombies that got to close, all the while attempting to keep the swarm within. All in all, she did rather well, at least so much as keeping the bugs at bay. Gawain was chattering on but the runaway heard none of it. She was too concerned with trying to keep herself alive. Whatever it was though, he seemed rather calm about it, as if this was the type of thing he did every day.
God she wanted to smack that smirk off of his face.
“Ahhhhh!!” she yelled as she lunged forward, ready to smash another zombie on the head when suddenly…it was over.
>> "Mission complete…Ya did great, actually. Nice job."
“Oooph!” the zombie target in front of her disappeared and Agnes fell with a hard THUD forward. She gasped as she looked up, and watched as the entire scene around her simply dissolved away into the original room that she had walked into. It was bare, blank and everything, even the trashcan lid she was using for a shield had disappeared, as if it had never existed.
She struggled to stand and looked around, noticing that they were back to how things were when they first walked into the room. She stood up and realized that she must have looked a fright. Her clothes were ripped, ruffled beyond belief, her hair was in shambles and most of all, she could feel very real bruises on her limbs and knees. Eyes narrowed as Gawain turned and congratulated her on their “completed mission”.
As soon as he was done, Agnes eyes turned to stone as she stormed up to him, fingers balled up into fists, her breathing harsh and loud; she must has looked like a red-eyed bull. But she was focused and that grinning face of his only achieved in making her see a curtain of pure, rage inducing red.
Agnes walked up to him, tightened her fist, pulled her arm back and suddenly swung out, aiming to punch the boy square in the jaw…
"Y'know, I think I'll give ya some rest, and try again in a few m..."
BAM.
Gawain had been punched before. He'd been punched on the streets, in bars, at parties, in a freakin' sandwich bar, in training; he had been punched by Sam, total strangers, Sam, girls, boys, Sam, official people, Sam... But this one hit that landed on his cheekbone was the hardest sucker punch he'd ever gotten in his entire life.
"Wh..." he gasped, falling to the ground; he actually lost his balance as much from the hit as from sheer surprise. He saw stars. Sh*tloads of them.
"Whooooah." he grunted, both hands on his cheek as he rolled onto his back to look up at the girl (and make sure she was not out to kick him). Looking up at her, he could see she was furious. Gawain chuckled between gasping for air.
There! She felt the connection of her balled up fist fly through the air, cutting through the air like an angry bird, then slamming into the soft, tight flesh of the boy’s face, then the hardened bone underneath. For that moment, as she watched him tumble back, all Agnes could think of was the satisfaction that came from watching him tumble. She was satisfied, she had gotten her revenge for throwing her to the lions err…zombies.
But…why didn’t she feel so good now? And…why did her hand…
“Ooowwww!” she hissed as she stepped back, still furious but shaking her hand over and over again in the air.
The pain from punching Gawain in the face radiated across her hand like she had stuck it in napalm. It was not that Agnes had never hit someone before, she’d been forced to do it before, but those events were rare and far between. Normally she relied on her swarm to get her out of a mess and then run the other way, or grabbing whatever was closest, flail it, then run the other way still. It was just her common practice. But there was just something about him that made her so angry that a face full of wasps and flies was not going to do it.
This incident required the more personal touch of a punch to the face. Still though…that did not mean it was not going to hurt, as she demonstrated now. She massaged her now red looking knuckles and shot him another look when she heard his chuckling.
>> "That was... some punch..."
“That’s the least you deserve!” she yelled as she kicked out and struck his shoes. The kick was not as hard as the punch was, but then again it was not meant to be. It was more done out of frustration. “You just let those things do this to me!” She showed him the tears and scratches in her clothing. “You didn’t even warn me!”
With that last cry she kicked out a little harder this time, once more aiming for his shoes before she finally, exasperated simply staggered back a few steps. She was angry beyond all belief, irritated beyond understanding, her heart beating with enough rage to pop out of her chest…and yet her swarm was holding themselves back. Shock was on her face as she touched her chest and realized that they were not buzzing, they were calm. She had managed to keep them calm through the majority of this time. It was now, only when she was conscious of what she had done that her chest began to buzz again, the swarm growing antsy from lack of use.
A deep breath and slowly Agnes regained control again before she simply crossed her arms over her chest and turned her glare back to Gawain. She eyed him closely before she just shrugged her shoulders.
“Well…are you going to apologize or do I have to slug you again?” she asked with all earnestness.
>>“That’s the least you deserve! You just let those things do this to me!You didn’t even warn me!”
"That was kinda the whole point" he argued, his voice somewhat muffled behind his hands as he was trying to decide if he had any bones broken in his face. Because that would really suck. His mouth tasted like blood, and he smelled blood too, so someting was bound to be hurt... apart from the friggin' pain, that is. "I can't really tell ya I'm gonna scare ya... it kills the mood."
He stopped explaining, as Agnes seemed to realize she did not throw up any bugs. He smirked up at her (ever smirking hurt) and nodded. "It worked, didn' it."
>>“Well…are you going to apologize or do I have to slug you again?”
"Yeah yeah, I'm sorry" he nodded, afraid that she would really follow up on that threat. Sitting up, he sighed, trying to breathe through his nose and failing. "It won't happen again, unless... hey."
Her clothes were torn. There was no blood, which was good, because it meant all the blood on her was fake; but still...
"Are you hurt?" he muttered, standing up and stepping closer to move the torn clothes aside and examine her wounds, if she had any. Danger Room accidents were very common, but he'd have hated to see her hurt after the firt half an hour on her fisrt day...
There…that was all she wanted, an apology for having thrown this at her out of the blue. Though it was true, he definitely had a point that being tested with fear rarely works if you are told beforehand. Still…she did not really care for the idea of nearly being torn apart by zombies. It may have just been a simulation but the bruises on her knees from falling over or knocking into things were very real, and her clothes, part of the very few that she had were suffering greatly. One of her last favorite shirts was not ripped open across the stomach in little slits made by a zombies arched claws…
Apparently this did not escape the notice of Gawain. Before Agnes knew it, the boy she had just punched down to the ground for being a jerk had a look of concern on her face she had not seen in a long time. For a moment she felt truly touched that he actually seemed like he cared…then that feeling was replaced with dread.
>> "Are you hurt?"
She did not have the time to sidestep him, she was too impressed by his caring. Within moments, the remains of the lower half of her shirt were in his hands and he had checked to see if there were any visible wounds on her body. Of course there were…but they were not attained from this battle.
Instead, the strip of shirt he moved aside revealed the large, ugly brand that lie in the very center of her stomach. It was in the shape of a big crucifix and it was burned harshly into her flesh. Also visible, between torn clothing were the visible signs of whiplashes, ritualized cuts, and other various signs of torture. But to see any of these, except for the large cross, one had to be quick. In a flash, as soon as Agnes felt the boy touch her shirt, she recoiled violently and stepped back pulling her shirt closed as best as she could.
Her eyes, large, wild-like and almost beast-like, she looked ready to scream and throw herself on Gawain and beat into a pulp for seeing those. They were obviously painful signs from a painful past, but if there was one thing that Agnes did not want, was pity and least of all for people to know about them. Teeth still bared, almost like she was ready to growl, Agnes’ expression soon changed as the buzzing grew louder…to almost deafening levels from her chest. She gasped once as several wasps and flies flew from her mouth and circled her dangerously, looking for anything, anyone to take revenge on. She was visibly strained as it took everything she had to hold back the rest of the swarm, trying to calm down enough to keep the rest of the bugs at bay.
Agnes breathed deeply as she stared at Gawain through the cloud of insects, the anger on her face slowly melting into irritation as she watched him.
It was a few seconds of her, still holding her shirt closed, glancing between the ground and him before she finally spoke up…
“C-Can…you open the door? Please?” she whispered hoarsely. “I…just want to go back to my room now.”
Gawain did not expect that. ... He defnitely did not expect that.
He had seen horrible things before. He had been in Bloodfang's lair, and he had seen some scars Emerald had. But still, evey time he had to see things like that, he felt like his insides were filled with ice. And suddeny he felt really bad for feeling sorry or himself jusbecause he used to live on the streets.
"I'm sorry" he muttered, stepping back. She looked positively scary, and her chest was buzzing. He could tell she was freaked out, embarrassed, and a few dozen other things. As if any of it has been her fault...
>>“C-Can…you open the door? Please? I…just want to go back to my room now.”
Gawain looked at her for a long minute; he looked very serious. Even though his face hurt like hell, he as more concerned about her now; and he also knew that it was not a good time to pry.
"You don't have to talk to me" he said quietly "But I think you should talk to someone. And let me know if you need something. Really." he sighed "Computer. Unlock the door."
Agnes said nothing, but merely continued to stare daggers at Gawain for getting that close to her, for seeing something of her that she let no one see. It was not that it was his fault, he really was only trying to be concerned about her, but still…this was a private thing and one that she allowed no one to know anything about. It was her burden to carry and hers alone to have to deal with it. Still though, she could not really remain angry at him for simply trying to show concern for what he had put her through. He did not know she was scarred, nor did he know anything about her past, and he definitely was not trying to embarrass her.
It was chance…that was all it was…
As this realization came to her, Agnes slowly began to calm down, the irritated indifference on her face cracked…and all that was left was just a sad knowing. She had practically gone through Hell that night and it showed all over her body…that was a secret she was not willing to share with just anyone.
She only continued to mutely stare at Gawain, the flies buzzing dangerously around her in a thick cloud before they finally seemed to take the hint that she was calming down. A turn of her head and Agnes opened her mouth, letting in the mass of buzzing, crawling black flies that disappeared down into the depths of her throat and into their nestled, warm silence within her body. Nothing more was said on the matter as she turned back to face him…only to have him speak again…
>> "You don't have to talk to me…But I think you should talk to someone. And let me know if you need something. Really…Computer. Unlock the door."
Concern…pity…they were responses that she was used to…but at least he did not try to make her talk. If there was one thing that she could not stand, it was for people to try and force her to delve into issues that were simply none of their business. As far as she was concerned, her scarred up body was her business…and no one else.
She watched the doors unlock before her and Agnes breathed a steady sigh of relief. She knew that Gawain was worried, especially after what he had seen, but she prayed that he could keep his mouth shut. If she wanted to talk to someone about it, she would. It just so happened that she was not ready to discuss things like that. It was her life, her memories to sift through, her problems that she had to solve. However good the guidance counselors or therapists or whoever it was that worked at this mansion, they were not ready for a story like hers. That…or she simply was not ready to repeat it to anyone.
“Thanks.” was all she muttered as she moved past Gawain, still holding her torn shirt tightly closed. No more free glimpses of her tragic past. But before she moved totally out of his earshot…she stopped and glanced over his shoulder. Meekly she looked between him and the walls before she simply sighed. “T-Thanks for the help. And…I’m sorry…for the sucker punch.”
With that she quickly moved down the hall and left him behind, alone, in the Danger Room, only wanting to return to the comfort of warm, hot shower.