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.
Isabel didn't like the sound of 'locking and barricading' herself into the room that was now occupied by a corpse. It made her nervous. If Zephyr was suggesting she lock herself away, then there must have been trouble somewhere. She didn't know how many cops were on their way, but it couldn't have been a favorable number if she was being advised to retreat. Issuing a few quiet curses, particularly when she'd realized that not all of the hurried footsteps in the hallway were moving away from her, she backtracked into the room she'd just exited, closing and locking the door behind her.
Dropping the phone on the bed next to the cadaver, she set about rearranging the furniture in the room. A small table, a pair of chairs, a monitor, and even the bed itself, which happened to be on wheels. After pushing the bed against the rest of the furnishings pressed against the door and locking the wheels, she grabbed up the phone again and made her way over to the window at the back of the room and slid it open.
"Alright, door locked and blocked, window open," she said into the phone as a way of letting him now she was back and moving, all the while cutting away the mesh screen that covered the window as an extra barrier behind the glass. This would be simple enough, if she could manage an escape without too many of the cops seeing her. As long as she made it back to the Sanctuary she'd be fine.
"And what about you? Are you gonna be able to get out and away from the place without any trouble, or am I gonna have to come rescue your sorry backside?" she asked, shouldering the phone as she climbed up onto the sill and undid all but the topmost button of her shirt. She'd need the extra freedom of movement for the appendages she planed on using.
While her favored spindly legs were the first option that came to mind, especially with the mention of rooftops, she had another method of travel that would probably be a bit faster. She could still use the rooftops, she would just be gliding over the gaps between them, and perhaps large sections of the building tops as well, rather than climbing over them. It would be a bit trickier if she had to make a pit stop and help her companion out first, but it wouldn't be too much of a hassle.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Wonder of wonders the girl was actually listening to him. He could hear the odd creak of furniture being moved and the short screech of a window being opened through the brunettes phone interspersed amongst her short commentary as she dashed about the small room. Her following question though gave Zephyr a moments pause as he struggled to think past the growing pounding in his skull.
In all likelihood he wouldn't have any difficulty in simply walking out of the building if he chose to do so. He'd put a good deal of effort into staying off the local authorities radar and so he'd be just another face in the crowd. Still there was a chance the NYPD would try and lockdown the hospital and while it wouldn't ruin things such a measure would be... inconvenient.
Better to take his own advice and leave as quickly as possible.
"I... should be fine. I'll head back to the apartment." The words were clipped and he couldn't quite mask the pained cadence in his voice before he ended the call and spent a handful of seconds reigning in his awareness and gathering his thoughts. Then, with one hand still clutching the bridge of his nose, the elemental awkwardly pulled himself to his feet, struggling to ignore the throbbing pain lancing through his head as he staggered the short distance to the open window of his own room.
Although he'd become accustomed to incorporeality it was not a natural state and the transition was never as effortless as it was for his elemental counterpart. Granted, on a good day he could manage the shift to air almost as quickly as Ghost but it required a clear head and a certain degree of confidence, neither of which he had at the moment.
And so he took his time, breathing deeply as he allowed himself to unravel gradually. Focusing more on performing the transition properly and keeping a firm grip on his essence while his senses faded one by one. It was an unpleasant experience but it muted the pain to a degree and he'd learned to tolerate it. After perhaps a minute or so he finished the transformation
Eventually, after perhaps a minute or so, the transformation had finished and Zephyr ushered himself through the windows narrow wire mesh and out into the open air before pausing for a moment to reorient himself. Being stripped of all perceptions bar one had a way of distorting ones internal compass. In this particular instance though a rather familiar, yet unexpected winged form, swiftly drew the hessians attention and allowed him to get a general sense of direction before he rapidly closed in on shapely soubrette.
While he'd known that Isabel possessed an admirable amount of control over her own bones the hessian hadn't thought the girl creative enough to explore such a use for her mutation. That being said her attempt at flight hadn't been entirely successful; while the wings she'd crafted were impressive they were still made from bone and thus rather heavy thus limiting her to little more than gliding.
With a certain degree of... assistance however, full flight would be well within her grasp.
Given that Isabel's presence in the air was likely to draw a good deal of attention speed was rather of the essence. Zephyr therefore had little qualm with enveloping the gamines figure with his own ethereal form. Granting the girl an extra measure of support and speed in order to get both of them back to the abandoned apartment complex and out sight as soon as possible.
Upon reaching the somewhat dilapidated roof of the aforementioned building the elemental waited for the bonemancer to make her landing before extricating himself. Drifting back behind the soubrette as he wearily gathered his form and prepared to shift back to flesh and blood. Carrying Isabel had taken far more effort than he'd initially thought and the fatigue had transferred to this thoughts making his reactions sluggish.
Reverting to his original state had always been far easier than leaving it though and so he paid little attention as he let himself shift back, feeling blood flesh and bone knit itself back together at a speed which was near instantaneous, and caused him to all but collapse against the rough gravel roof as the pounding in his head returned with full force.
Idly, a small part of him wondered why it was so cold.
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
Had Isabel been paying full attention to what her partner was saying in answer to her question, she might have wondered at the change in his tone. However, seeing as her mind was mostly occupied with crafting her method of escape, she only paid enough attention to his words to gather whether or not he'd need her assistance in getting out of the building. She'd gathered a 'no' before the line went dead and she shoved her phone back in her pocket.
It didn't take more than a minute to craft her gliding utensils. Essentially they were the same as the spidery limbs she created, they were just fused together into a flat sheet of bone. Once that had been done, she set to work hollowing out the rest of her skeletal structure while she irritably adjusted her shirt. It felt so uncomfortable all bunched up like it was, but she certainly wasn't about to do away with the fabric all together. It might not be immediately apparent from all the media coverage she'd gotten lately, but she did want to keep some semblance of modesty.
When she'd finished with the rest of her bones and had ceased fussing with her top, she edged a little further out onto the cement sill, angling toward the roof of the shorter building across the way and launching herself away from the window. As long as she had somewhere to land that wasn't too much of a drop, she'd be fine, just in case of an unfortunate draft or miscalculation on her part as she angled this way or that.
However, much to her surprise, a rather strong draft caught her and her appendages, effectively keeping her up and allowing her to maneuver as necessary. Her companion had said he'd be heading back toward the poor excuse for what was once an apartment building, so she'd meet him back there.
It wasn't to long before she realized that the favorable wind didn't pass as one might normally have. No matter how sharply she thought it necessary to turn, she never lost the draft that kept her airborne.
A small shiver crept up her spine with the realization that her companion had pulled a disappearing act before and seemed to have some level of control over the air around him, judging from their first encounter. She couldn't really protest at the present time, as it could very likely leave her to the mercy of natural drafts and slow her progress to the apartment considerably. She would have something to say to him later, though. She did not at all like the though of a disembodied young man surrounding her.
Once the connection had been made, her progress to the meeting place seemed to drag on longer than she would have liked. In reality it didn't take very long from where she'd been. Her landing was smooth enough. She only stumbled a little bit as she set down, and once she had, her appendages were reabsorbed and her skeletal structure restored to normal rather quickly. Her shirt was adjusted and rebuttoned even faster.
Her companion was quick enough to join her, though she paid him little mind while she had been in the process of readjusting herself. She hadn't even realized that he'd decided to pull himself together behind her until she heard his weight settling into the gravel on the rooftop. She hadn't expected to see him all but falling over when she turned around to confront him.
"Well shit," she said. She didn't really know anything about the process involved in her companion's shifting himself around. It didn't look very pleasant from the sight of it. She hadn't remembered him looking so terrible the last time she'd caught a glimpse of him pulling himself together, though.
A small pang of worry hit her wit the thought that he might be injured or something. She hadn't seen him in the hospital at all after they'd split on the street. Something could have happened in the brief intervals where she hadn't had her phone pressed to her ear.
She couldn't see any blood or any evident wounds from where she was standing, so she didn't know what was wrong with him. Not that she particularly cared about the young man himself. If he got hurt or something, it could put a stop the the little arrangement they had. She wasn't so concerned about the money as she was about getting to go out and have her fun, even if it meant putting up with him nagging at her the whole time. It gave her something to look forward to once in a while.
"Hey, are you alri-" It took a moment, but her mind finally processed the fact that she could actually see his bare skin. Shed been too preoccupied with the possibility of him having sustained some sort of injury that the lack of cloth blocking her view hadn't even registered in her mind. She could feel her face heating up with the realization.
"Uh, Zephyr? Why are you half naked?"
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Crouched in a partial kneel with one hand braced against the floor and the other clutching his head, it was with a certain amount of bitter pessimism that Zephyr reflected upon the fact that familiarity with vertigo did little to ease its symptoms. Still, he’d learned how to cope to a degree and thus did his best to remain motionless as he waited for his sense of equilibrium to recover and tried to ignore the throbbing ache in his skull.
Searching for a distraction from his growing migraine the elemental swiftly cast his eyes over what little he could see from his position in an effort to focus on his surroundings and so distract himself. Annoyingly, his view was largely limited to the coarse gravel of the roof and the half wall which enclosed it. Though he was doing his best to suppress his spatial awareness he could still discern part of the dimensions for the room below him and Isabel’s presence beside him as she turned to face him and then stiffened.
"Well shit,"[/color]
Admittedly it wasn’t the most reassuring or pleasant of greetings but the hessian would readily admit that the girl had managed quite an accurate description of how he currently felt. The faint note of concern he caught in her voice also reassured him that, whatever ill will she presently bore against him for having to wear the costume, the brunette wasn’t in the mood to act on it.
Drawing deep but measured breaths Zephyr’s head began to clear rather quickly and as it did so he gradually shifted his stance; not into a standing position but a sitting one. He’d already learned the folly of trying to stand too soon and had no desire for a second bout of dizziness. As he was moving however his hand fell into a pool of oddly familiar fabric and a stray breeze swept across what he suddenly realized was his bare back.
"Hey, are you alri-"[/color]
Although the incorporeal state had its advantages it was not without its own risks. An open flame was perhaps the most immediate danger he faced whenever he became ethereal. Air was composed at least partially of oxygen after all, and thus a fire could consume that part of him in moments. Admittedly he could, in theory, confine the oxygen portion of his essence within a mass of nitrogen, but his attempts thus far had met with less than practical success.
A second, and more insidious, portent of the incorporeal state was dissipation, or erosion. The human body was meant to be solid, by unraveling the bonds which held it together one could easily begin to scatter and lose themselves over time. Although his control had grown to the point where he could largely negate such a risk it had been one of the elementals key misgivings in learning the ability.
The third, and perhaps the most frequent threat he faced when becoming intangible, was when he had to revert to his physical form. While the shift back was more intuitive than the initial change the hessian had to ensure there was sufficient space for his body to occupy, otherwise he’d likely a leaf of something similar embedded in his lungs.
Presently though, the most relevant hazard of shifting states was the difficulty in applying the change to inanimate matter, such as attire. Whereas his body would instinctively resume its natural shape, inert material would rapidly lose its structure and dissolve if it wasn’t compelled through the entire transition… as the remains of his shirt and jacket would attest.
Muttering a short series of curses as he rested his back against the low wall of the roof the elemental drew up one knee, using it to support the arm of the hand which was currently clutching his head. His other hand meanwhile was furtively sweeping through the scraps of clothing beside him searching for the container which held his painkillers.
"Uh, Zephyr? Why are you half naked?"[/color]
Not deigning to meet the girls gaze and unable to keep the pained and bitter tone from his voice the hessian simply replied. “I thought I’d return the favour.”
Something wasn't right with the bare-chested young man, that was easy enough to see. And judging from the way his hand never left his head, Isabel was willing to bet that was the source of his troubles. She wasn't exactly sure why, nor did she think it was the best idea to bombard him with questions about it. The jerk might try to strangle her again if he got irritated. She'd much prefer not to black out on the roof of some dilapidated apartment building, thank you.
She shifted uneasily as he readjusted himself and seemed to take in what she said and realize his state of dress wasn't quite right. She didn't know what went on when he did his impression of a ghost, but apparently clothing became optional. It made sure the light blush stayed firmly on her face. She'd seen Bane rip his shirt off plenty of times, sure. She'd gotten used to him. It was somehow different when someone else did it, though.
She wasn't really sure what to do with herself. She almost felt like she should leave him to his own devices while he was sorting out whatever problem he had, but at the same time it didn't feel quite right leaving him alone in such a state, either. What if something happened to him? She might feel a little bad about it, but she'd mostly be out of a job. She didn't care much about the money, just the fun things he had her run around and stab. Minus the costumes.
The tone he used in replying to her question made her wince. Normally she probably would have argued with him over it, but the way he'd spoken stifled the urge. She hoped he wasn't angry with her. If she'd done something wrong and messed some aspect of the job up, he could very well find someone more capable and she'd be back to life as usual. Boring.
Another moment of awkward shifting passed before she decided to move and stop standing there, staring like an idiot. Careful to give him a decent amount of room, she settled herself down onto the gravel roof, up against the half wall he was leaning against, leaving the pile of fabric between him and herself.
"What are you looking for?" she asked, watching him as he passed his hand through the pile of fabric. She was careful to keep her voice at a level she thought might not hurt his head too much. "Maybe I can help you find it?"
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Several futile seconds of searching later and Zephyr's questing hand slowed to a stop amidst the pool of fabric. His medication appeared to have suffered the same treatment as his shirt leaving him with very few options. The migraines weren't like other types of injury; it wasn't the type of pain you could simply ignore. At best it was simply a constant nauseating vertigo, while at worst it could all but paralyzed you. whiting out vision, demolishing balance and replacing hearing with a silent shriek at the slightest hint of movement or mutation usage.
Given that he'd been foolish to try and sense the currents of an entire hospital his head felt as though it were being split and seared with the movement that came from every shallow breath. Still, although the pain was agonizing it wasn't the worst part. He'd actually considered this sort of scenario before and so had made a point of carrying emergency reserves of his painkillers. The problem however was that half of them had been lost when his jacket had dissolved and the other half would likely cause him to black out if he tried to reach for them.
Without medication though all he could was sit and wait for the pain to fade, which it would... eventually.
Until then though he needed a distraction, something to shift his attention was from the constant pounding. He'd unfortunately had a good amount of practice with such self-diversions when the migraines had first started, however the elemental had become somewhat slack since he'd started taking his medication. Conversation, or a narrative of some sort would have been ideal, however given that his present company consisted of a homicidal soubrette who was generally from fond of him, engaging discourse was unlikely at best.
"What are you looking for?"[/color]
Caught off guard by both the question and the surprisingly soft tone in which it had been issued Zephyr reflexively turned to glance at his companion in confusion, only to wince and curse at the fresh wave of pain the movement triggered before he forced himself back to stillness. What the hell was she playing at right now? In all the time he'd known her the ing'nue had expressed of three emotions; petulance, anger and grudging respect. Was she actually pitying him?
"Maybe I can help you find it?"[/color]
Damn it she was. Anger rose as a scowl began to form on his features and he edged his hand away from his face to glare at the girl, only for the motion to turn into a painful grimace as a searing heat lanced through his head and drained the anger before it had a chance to gain ground, though it did nothing to stop the muttered stream of curses.
He needed his pills.
He was quiet for a few moments after that, focused simply on getting his breathing back under control while his thoughts warred with themselves. Eventually though he managed to bite out, "My wallet. Front pocket. Pills"
He couldn't stay like this. He wouldn't stay like this. Not when he could get relief so easily. His pride could go hang itself, if the girl actually wanted to help he'd let her.
Curses. Apparently her companion was looking for lots, and lots of curses, judging by the reply she was given. He must not have found whatever it was he'd been looking for in the the pile of fabric that Isabel could only guess had once been his shirt. Well, there goes that plan. She wasn't anywhere near as mentally impaired as he seemed to be, so it wouldn't have been any problem to sift through the fabric, particularly since she had both hands free and could have simply lifted the pieces one by one to see if anything shook loose. Oh well.
He didn't seem to appreciate her offer of assistance, either. The almost-glare made that obvious enough. The way it seemed to backfire made her smirk a bit, though. It must have been one hell of a headache to limit his reply to just a look. She sort of felt bad, but at the same time there was some level of satisfaction as well. She'd noted his smartass comments from time to time and she didn't miss them now.
When he actually managed to spit out what it was he wanted, she gave a small nod. Pills here easy enough to lose, so she could see why he might have been unable to find them in the heap of scrap cloth. She wouldn't be at all surprised if the bottle had ended up on the floor in the hospital or something while they had been in the building. She assumed they were some kind of pain meds. Why else would he want them if they wouldn't help his head?
Briefly she debated whether or not she actually wanted to play nice, particularly after that ghastly outfit had been presented to her at the beginning of their adventure. He was in a rather prime position, should she decide she needed to pay him back for the little gesture. However, she also knew that such a state wasn't permanent and that he was very likely to take it out on her later if she changed her mind now.
There was also the notion of loyalty that had been nurtured in her by her time with the Order. He may not have been part of her Faction, but she was in a sort of contract with him, making them partners in a way. It didn't sit right with her to let a teammate suffer, especially if there was something she could do about it. That same sense of loyalty had undoubtedly been the thing that prompted her into making sure he was able to get himself out of the hospital before she made her own escape. It was kind of a pain at times.
With a small sigh as her mind was made up, she scooted closer to the young man and shifted around to kneel to one side of him to make it easier to find the pocket his wallet was contained in. A light pat on either side of him and it was easily enough found. The trickier part was maneuvering her fingers between the layers of fabric. It was probably fortunate that he was so scrawny. His thin frame ensured that there was more room left to the pocket for her to take advantage of.
She had just managed to get the edge of the wallet between her fingers securely enough to give it a tug when a sudden realization dawned on her concerning where exactly on the young man's anatomy her hand was exploring and just how close that was to other parts of said anatomy. He probably didn't care, if he even noticed while he was so occupied with cursing and trying to put on a mean face, but she certainly did and it very quickly distressed her.
Her cheeks immediately felt very hot and her hand gave an tug in her knee-jerk reaction to get out of such a position. Unfortunately her grip on the wallet had only tightened in her distress and the thing successfully prevented her from withdrawing her hand with any sort of urgency. She was forced to wriggle the thing out of its cloth prison at a rate that she considered to be much, much too slow.
When she'd finally managed to get the wallet off his person, she settled herself back against the half wall in a bit of a hurry, not caring that all the noise the shifting gravel made probably just aggravated his condition as well as his mood. She just wanted to put a bit of distance between him and herself.
"Wallet," she said simply, holding it out in his direction. He could get the damn pills out of the thing himself. She would spend that time staring at the gravel that had finally settled and willing her face to stop burning.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Still sitting almost frozen against the low roof ledge with one leg drawn up and his head cradled in his right hand Zephyr was in little condition to do much of anything as he struggled to remain quiet and ignore the feeling that his skull was made of molten lead. Those few brief words had cost him more than the elemental would admit but he hated being reduced to nothing more than a prisoner in his own body. Hated not being able to think. Hated the loss of control.
Vaguely he was aware of movement beside him but with his eyes closed and unable to focus on his spatial awareness the hessian could only rely on his ears to track Isabel's movements as she knelt down beside him. Under other circumstances the elemental likely wouldn't complained about having the shapely soubrette lean over him while she searched him, as things were though each moment of contact was jarring and only served to amplify the overwhelming pounding in his head, leaving him almost comatose.
When the girl abruptly began jerking about though he found himself being shaken bodily and the resulting wave of agony finally robbed what little consciousness he had left. The last thing he knew before blacking out was a brief sensation of falling as he lost his balance before his head landed on something far more yielding than the rough gravel of the roof.
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
It didn't take very long for Isabel to get a response to the rather clipped comment she'd made concerning her success in retrieving the requested wallet. However, that response wasn't one she'd been anticipating. She'd been expecting something more along the lines of the wallet getting snatched out of her hand, or maybe an insistence that she get the pills herself and hand them over instead.
Something falling into her lap was not on her list of expectations.
Her gaze quickly snapped away from the gravel rooftop and down to her legs to see exactly what it was that had invaded her space. Whatever color she might have managed to drain from her face after the pocket incident quickly flared up again and may even have deepened a little bit. She had to quickly repress the knee-jerk desire to impale whatever it was that had dared to impose on her space.
The heels of her boots dug a little further into the gravel as she shifted uncomfortably, her hands raised up by her shoulders while her fingers flexed uneasily. Her expression was a mixture of surprise, embarrassment and confusion, with just a hint of her temper peeking through.
There was a young man's head in her lap and she had no idea what to do about it.
She couldn't impale him, as was her first instinct. That would violate that whole teammate loyalty thing she'd already silently debated. And if she shoved him off onto the gravel he could be very angry with her if he was jolted awake, which would no doubt end unfavorably for her. She rather enjoyed breathing. Yelling at him would probably end up the same way.
"Hey," she tried, trying to keep her voice at a reasonable level to prevent herself from getting any more outraged at the situation. If she let her temper flare too violently she could very well end up in a similar position to his. Likely sans cushioning. "I'm not a pillow, you know. You're gonna have to find somewhere else to pass out and be miserable." She reached down and gave his nose a tweak as an added measure. She'd really like him to come to and move.
Grey light seeped under his eyelids. That was the way it felt. He was lying somewhat awkwardly on his side while his head rested on something far softer. The pain from earlier was still present, but instead of a searing knife it now merely stung. A subtle shift of his neck however rather rapidly informed him of just how tenuous his current state was as a new, but still tolerable, wave of pain swelled and then steadily subsided.
The thought of simply remaining as he was and waiting out what remained of his migraine was tempting, but only for a few moments. He had no idea how much time had already passed and he was becoming increasingly aware of just how uncomfortable his current position was. Add to that a slight but chilling breeze which reminded him he was shirtless and Zephyr wearily decided it would be in his best interest to start getting up.
Unwilling to open his eyes just yet however the hessian instead tentatively reached out with his strained yet functioning spatial awareness. It was somewhat more... difficult than usual but he managed to make sense of his perceptions and take stock of his surroundings after a few moments. He was apparently still on the roof. No great surprise honestly, he actually would have been somewhat more concerned if he'd found himself somewhere else.
Finding his head on someone's lap however, was the one of the last things he'd expected, doubly so when his senses recognized the figure of the girl beneath him. Despite this though he found the situation entirely too surreal and, after a long moment, icy cobalt eyes slowly opened and glanced upwards, wincing slightly as they adjusted to the light but not shying away from the less than pleased expression on Isabel's face.
There were any number of comments, suggestions and insinuations he could make about his current situation, and under better circumstances he would gladly have done so. As it was Zephyr was still feeling somewhat under the weather and so he simply lifted his upper half and rested his weight on one arm even as he brought his other hand to the bridge of his nose to ward of the pain the movement caused.
"...how long was I lying there?"
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
Well, prodding at Zephyr hadn't worked out quite like Isabel had hoped. It would have been so much better if it had jolted him awake or something. She could have played at being clueless, too. Who was to say he hadn't jolted himself awake by moving awkwardly or something? It was tempting to keep it up and see just how hard she'd have to prod him before anything happened.
However, she was still trying to keep her temper at a reasonable level and that annoying bit of knowledge in the back of her head that told her the young man could get back at her later made her behave. If she started, it was possible she wouldn't stop and she could very well end up stabbing the guy if her irritation grew any more. She'd maimed people for less in the past. The last thing she needed was to be intentionally injuring someone that was on her side, for the time being anyhow.
And so she tried to be patient and ignore the young man as well as the uncomfortable tightness that was creeping into the muscles of her legs. If she got a charlie horse or something she was really going to be upset. The wallet she'd found was as good a distraction as any, but unfortunately it didn't yield anything interesting. Some cash, a few credit cards, business cards but no ID, and those pills he'd requested. An ID would have been nice. It was always fun to see those awful pictures and she was suddenly curious about the young man's real name.
She was just beginning to debate the pros and cons of playing hide and seek with a few of the items in that wallet when she felt a certain someone beginning to stir against her legs. Closing the wallet back up, she cast a rather irritated glance down at the young man when he finally cracked an eye open.
"Too long," she replied in a rather clipped tone. "It's a damn good thing you decided to wake up. I was just thinking about leaving your sorry behind up here and heading home." It may have been a lie, but she thought it sounded good enough.
Moving hurt. Admittedly not quite to the degree he'd been expecting, but it was still sufficient to encourage a certain economy of motion. After a few moments however the elemental managed to leverage his stiff limbs into a semi sitting position without his head feeling as though it were being split in two. As he began to take a rough mental inventory however Zephyr began to realize that the state of his migraine was likely the only positive thing about his present situation.
To give just a very cursory overview, he was essentially stranded atop a derelict building due to what could perhaps best be described as a mutation hangover which left him in little condition to do more than stagger. He was sharing the aforementioned rooftop with a young woman who, although easy on the eyes, had a body count which would not have seemed out of place in a phone book and had shown herself to be... less than charitable in the past-
"Too long. It's a damn good thing you decided to wake up. I was just thinking about leaving your sorry behind up here and heading home."[/color]
Pausing as his train of thought was interrupted Zephyr slowly turned his head to glance over his shoulder at his recalcitrant companion. The girl hadn't stirred from her kneeling position, seemingly preferring to glare at him with an odd expression of annoyance which, along with her comment, nagged at him for some reason. Before he could pursue that particular thought any further though cobalt eyes trailed down and fell on the item resting in the brunettes grasp.
"My wallet-" He cut himself off, wincing at the brief flare of pain which came as he tried to twist and face the shapely soubrette. The action left him side on with the girl and so after a moment he extended one arm towards her while his other hand continued to clutch the bridge of his nose in an effort to both hold his head still and stem the migraine which seemed insistent on punishing for every minor movement.
"May I have my wallet?"
A chill breeze swept across the roof at that moment causing the hessian to shiver and then grimace at the subsequent pounding which echoed through his skull. He needed those damn pills.
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
Isabel continued to watch the young man with a mix of irritation and boredom as he slowly rearranged himself into a sitting position not far from her. It was a process too slow for her liking, due to the headache he still seemed to have, and she had to squash the urge to simply shove him upright. She would very much prefer not to have him passing out again and potentially landing back in her lap. It was a situation she definitely didn't want to have to deal with a second time.
She arched a brow as he started to say something about his wallet and made the mistake of twisting in her direction, or at least attempting to, which just left him pinching at his nose again. She was starting to get tired of this predicament, especially whenever the wind picked up and sent a shiver up her spine. She wasn't quite sure if it was actually getting chillier, or if it was just her imagination. She would very much like to be heading back to the Sanctuary before it started getting dark, too.
When he was finally able to voice a full request for his wallet, somewhat politely even, she handed it over to him without argument. It was tempting to remove a few things from the wallet, perhaps pills included, but being stuck on the roof babysitting wasn't worth it. The sooner he was able to get the meds into his body, the sooner they'd be able to start moving.
"You should probably stop trying to move around so much," she commented, reaching over to grab up a few pieces of the fabric that had been left in a heap not far from where she'd sat. She turned them this way and that before grabbing up another couple pieces and repeating the action. It looked like the seams from the clothing had disappeared, the rest of it being left mostly intact. She began laying them out beside each other, trying to make sense of what went where. She'd need something to distract her while the young man waited for his pills to kick in and keep her from letting her temper boil over.
"You fall over and pass out again, I really am leaving your sorry ass here."
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Modern medicine is a wondrous thing in this day and age; it can fight infection, bolster health and of course, relieve pain. Despite these laudable achievements however medicine as a science is far from perfect. There are no true panacea's, everything has a cost. Painkillers especially have a rather notable tradeoff; they can either act swiftly or they can last. The technology behind the latter actually tends to be rather simple and is usually nothing more than a pill consisting of numerous layers thereby allowing a medicament to be released in waves as each layer dissolves.
The upshot of this particular piece of trivia is that one could, if they so desired, crush a pill between their teeth, swallow the contents, and thus effectively gain the benefits of a six hour dosage over the course of thirty minutes.
This was precisely what Zephyr had just done. The motions had been practically rote, and though they had left him reeling in an painful, almost burning feeling of vertigo, the hessian was quite willing to endure the discomfort now that relief was in sight. It simply became a matter of distracting himself for the few moments it would take for the drug to kick in. That being said, a cold gravel rooftop on an overcast evening is not the most thought provoking of settings.
"You should probably stop trying to move around so much,"[/color]
Had he possessed a lesser level of self control the words would have likely caused the elemental to reflexively glance at their speaker. As it was though the hessian was well acquainted with that particular lesson and his recent reminder kept the mercenary from doing anything more than shifting his azure gaze.
The shapely soubrette had barely stirred from her kneeling position; having simply twisted in place to examine the remained of his upper shirt, jacket and, now that he thought about, likely his firearm as well. From the sounds of it however the girl hadn't yet cut herself on any scrap metal so perhaps the weapon had been lost when they'd both been airborne. In either case it was an irritating loss; good quality firearms with false registrations were hardly a dime a dozen.
"You fall over and pass out again, I really am leaving your sorry ass here."[/color]
"Duly noted." The words were weary yet civil as Zephyr reluctantly drew himself into a proper sitting position. In all honesty he'd been surprised to find the brunette still here when he'd woken up. Although they were able to work together the gamine had rarely ever treated him with anything besides varying degrees of asperity. The fact was though that she had remained, and had apparently tried to... make him comfortable. Which rose a number of questions by itself.
Seeking neutral ground for the moment the elemental straightened his posture and glanced points at the remains of his attire before asking. "I don't suppose there's anything salvageable is there?"
It was starting to become rather chilly.
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
Isabel paid little attention to her incapacitated companion as she arranged and rearranged the bits and pieces of fabric that had been left in a heap on the gravel. Some pieces were largely intact, while others were little more than frayed threads held together in places by a thin strip of fabric. She couldn't piece together a whole shirt, or a whole jacket by itself, but between the two, there might be enough to put something together.
A nearly-whole sleeve here, and a partial shirt back there, matched up with the bottom portion of a jacket. It could work, for the most part. In any case, it'd do well enough for the time being. The young man didn't need a shirt to wear out every day, just something to wear while people could see her with him. She was not going to be making he way back to the Sanctuary accompanied by a shirtless individual.
She cast a brief glance over at Zephyr as he questioned her progress, noting that he might have been somewhat sincere when he'd commented on the advice she'd given a moment before. Good. Maybe they'd be able to get off the roof before midnight if he managed to sit still until his meds kicked in.
"I think I can manage to put something together," she replied, reaching out and picking up two separate pieces of the fabric that needed to connect. Mirroring her action, two of the leg-like appendages that she'd habitually taken to using slipped up through the collar of her shirt and split at the middle joint into three separate spines, each of those spines in turn splitting at their tips to create a form of pincer. Each of the spines picked up their own corner of fabric.
As the bits and pieces of what used to be a shirt and jacket were hoisted into the air, several thin, thread-like strands of bone slipped through the skin of her wrist and went to work looping themselves through the cloth and pulling each of the somewhat-matched edges together. It took a few minutes as her attention shifted back and forth between each section of the Frankensteined shirt as it pieced itself together, but she managed to produce something.
Once the last thread was severed and neatly knotted, she held the finished product up, turning it this way and that as the spindles of bone retreated back beneath her shirt. "Not the best, but its better than nothing. It might be a little tight or disproportionate in some places," she said, offering the patchwork shirt to her companion. "How long it it gonna take before we can actually go somewhere? I'm tired of sitting up here."
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.