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.
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Tomorrow was going to be the day he'd get down to getting his car back. Tomorrow was also the day he planned on trying to find someone to get a nice fake ID. There was just a lot of things the had to do when it came to tomorrow. With the problems of crutches out of the way, he needed to figure out how to get things together before he had to deal with the nagging of Taylor and taking classes again. Getting a hold of the shop and letting them know he was good to start working again was high on his list of things to do, more so since his wallet was rather thin.
One thing that couldn't wait till tomorrow was the fact he was getting a bit hungry. Waiting to get his meals after everyone else was starting to bite into his nerves. Not that he wanted to see all the freaks that lived in the place, but because he was just plain hungry. Of course he was never the only one hungry at the times he would venture down to the kitchen to get something to eat. If he had an endless supply of cash, there was no doubt he would live off of fast-food till he could no longer eat.
Swinging his legs off the side of his bed, the teen was determined to catch some food before other students filled the kitchen and dinning areas. Crowds was not his thing, not when they were all freaky looking. Freaks. Opening the door to his room, he flipped the lock on it before slamming it shut behind him. Behind the closed door the rattle and thump to the ground of his previously extensions of his arms crashed to the ground.
Walking through the hallways was fairly uneventful, considering where he was living at the moment, and he soon was wandering into the kitchen. His nostrils filled with a familiar scent and pangs of his previous life. Harboring over the remains of what he was certain was venison, was a female who had luscious locks but he cringed seeing a furry tail sticking out from her backside. What was it with people not looking like people around here, sickening honestly. Trying to ignore the freak with the meat, his feet plotted towards the fridge in hopes of finding something that was eatable.
occ: permission given to have Emerald in the kitchen already
In the aftermath of a grand hunt,this Alpha female was feeling pretty darn good about herself. Even in her normal wolf form she had managed to have one of the most successful hunts she had in a long time. On the full moon, she tended to be a bit of a glutton with the natural bounty of the forests, feeding ravenously in order to keep up her energy and the fact she was an absolute savage beast in her third form a good deal of the time.
During her non full moon times, when Emerald decided that when she did go off to hunt to stave off the bitter rage she sometimes felt as a result of her own temper mixed with wolven instincts, she would start bringing the meat back to the mansion in order to cook for everyone. Now, not everyone liked deer meat. Whether it was the excuse that "It's Bambi's mom" or it was inhumane or anything of that nature.
Though, In Emerald's mind, no one in their right mind would refuse a free meal, especially one that smelled as good as what she was making. Most of her kills she took to the head ranger and told him to give them to the soup kitchen across the way so those less fortunate can have meat in their stews that night. The massive buck she killed however, she decided to get butchered and cook it for those at the mansion.
So here she was, frying up several pieces of venison in her spare time because, she just wanted to. Emerald had already grilled up three fairly large steaks and put them on a plate next to the stove top and she had just three more to cook for this supply unless anyone wanted her to get more out of the freezer.
This was when she caught a familiar scent entering the room, admist that lovely deer scent that is. Fantastic, It's dread lock lad and his irritating attitude, just what I needed. Emerald thought, continuing on with her work. While at first she didn't do anything after a few moments she let out a reluctant sigh, feeling that she might as well be nice.
"Hey Crutches, if you want some of the Venison steak you can have some, I'm making this stuff for everyone." Emerald told him, tail drooping against her leg.
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Gina was hungry. And not just an, "I can wait until dinner and sit it out," hungry, but she had a hunger so intense that, if she didn't get something to eat soon, she was rather certain that her stomach would digest itself in retaliation. Gina was positively starving. Thus, to the kitchen she went. She didn't even bother with the kitchenette. No, the little gargoyle beelined for the kitchen.
She was so hungry, all that crossed her mind was how hungry she was, and what she was going to eat, and how happy she'd be once she was eaten. Yes, Gina's hunger had driven the teen into having a one-track mind. And, as she approached the kitchen, the faint tang of meat in the air didn't help. It was most certainly meat, but not a meat that Gina was familiar with, and it sent her stomach rumbling hungrily. Crud.
Thus, when Gina entered the kitchen, she seemed a touch distracted. Her gaze went to the long-haired, dreadlock-laden boy. He looked familiar, but where Gina had seen him, she couldn't recall. Probably just passed him randomly in the halls. Whoever he was, something about him made Gina's empty stomach twist uncomfortably. Had she had food in her stomach, it might have been indigestion. But without food, it could only be one thing-- subconscious distaste. Which was odd, because the gargoyle didn't remember him.
And by the stove, Emerald stood, and Gina recognized her immediately. She was tending a sizzling pan, which must have bore the meat that was so heavily perfuming the kitchen. God, that smelled really good.
"Hey," Gina greeted the boy with the dreadlocks with a distracted wave and an uncertain smile, obviously puzzled by her recognizing-yet-not-remembering him. Since long-haired boy was by the fridge, Gina went towards Emerald, "Hey there, Em."
The gargoyle found an empty space on the counter, in Emerald's vicinity, and she looked at the mound of steaks, and the steak that she was frying now. Those were big steaks.
"You've been busy," Gina observed in a humored tone, nodding towards the plate of steaks, "It smells different. What is it?"
Refrigerators in a place that housed mutants of many different forms of lifeforms created a very wide selection of common to exotic food in the fridge. What might be thought of as brown spaghetti could very well be giant worms for a more insect human or a head of lettuces might be a huge clump of seaweed. A daring quest for only those with a strong stomach. There was one slight problem to all of this though, when you were really hungry seeing some of the stuff that could be in the fridge did have a tendency to shift away the need for eating. Hopefully today he'd luck out and find something that was made for real human beings and not some super freak.
With the door open, his eyes searched for something, anything. Nothing looked all that great of an option and he wasn't exactly one to cook either. It might have been to his best interest if he waited till after dinner was served and pick at what eatable remains there might be. Keeping the door open, his eyes continued to find something of worth. The smell of the cooking deer continued to nag at him. A nice big bowl of venison vegetable soup sounded so good. It wasn't to cold outside, but the smell just made him think of soup. Or it could have been a waft of left over Chinese food someone had recently.
His eyes flickered over to the stove where the tailed gal was frying up food. "What's on it?" With his luck, the meat would be laced with heartworm medicine or flea powder. Who knew what sick freaks with tails ate or put on their food. Catnip was his limit, not that he ate the stuff but after mixing up a bag of that and something else once...well that was another story. Looking back into the fridge he pulled out a carton of milk. Sloshing it about, he pulled off the cap and gave a good sniff. It smelled like normal milk, and wasn't expired, that was good.
One hand rested on the open door as he lifted the carton of milk to his mouth. Swallowing down one mouthful after another of the cold liquid, he felt his stomach gladly accept something inside of it. Popping the cap back on the carton of milk, he shoved it back into the refrigerator. Using the back of his hand to clear his face, his eyes shot towards the new voice. Monkey girl. "Your mom." Okay, sure it was a lame answer, but who couldn't resist a 'your mom' joke? "Grilled monkey meat, mmmm just the way I like it." Leaning back against the fridge, his squinted eyes watched the gargoyle monkey. Sarcastic, snark remark, disgust....it was all there.
Dreadlocks didn't seem too enthused about her offer at first but he ended up coming around eventually. Most people didn't really want to pass up the opportunity of a free meal and Dreadlocks was no exception. While she didn't want to give him any, she figured she would be nice and try to be friendly to the guy. Who knows? Maybe he had some problem she was missing and that she could try to help with.
Or maybe she was just trying to be nice so if he was an jerk later, she could beat the crap out of him in a justifiable way.
"Salt,Pepper, Garlic Powder and Flour." Emerald robotically replied, listing off the ingredients as she saw them on the list in her head.
This recipe was an old one, it had been passed down through a family for generations in Louisiana and she was on one of her journeys, she managed to pick it up. They were a great family and she truly did like staying with them as long as she did, the cooking that she had while she was there wasn't bad ether.
The wolf girl scented another person coming in and luckily it was a scent she recognized in a good way. Her young Gargoyle friend was looking great now that she had been out of the hospital for a bit and it looked to Emerald that her wound had fully healed on her wing.
Emerald waved a little in greeting as she placed the other two steaks on the plate right around the time Gina slid up beside her.
"Deer Steaks, "Emerald replied simply, giving her trademark triumphant grins. "It's from a big ole Buck, dumb hunters couldn't catch him but I managed it. I figured I would fix some Deer for anyone that wanted it."
To say she wasn't pleased with herself would be a lie, she was damn proud of her kill. Most wolves would think she was out of her head for taking on a buck all by herself but there she was still standing after a fight with a mighty deer. This of course didn't mean she didn't have any bruises, oh no she did, but she still managed to take care of business.
This small little ego trip of gleeful gloating about catching a deer was interrupted by the deadlocked boy once again. Out of the corner of her eye she clearly saw who he was addressing and she did not like it one bit. You can screw with the Alpha all you want to but you do not touch the Alpha's pack unless you had a damn death wish. Emerald had been planning on letting all of his comments roll off her back like the water from the rain.
However, when you are messing with the pack you are messing with the Alpha.
"Watch it boy," Emerald growled, her tone very much unlike anything she had said in a long time. There was more of a deadly edge to this one than there was to the normal Emerald voice. That normal low flowing voice of hers now sounded far more tense and sharp.
After a few deep breathes, Emerald managed to calm herself down and started working on the last steak, carefully putting the seasonings on it before putting it in the pan. This was no doubt going to be an intresting encounter.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Feb 24, 2012 1:24:50 GMT -6
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>> "Your mom."
>> "Deer Steaks. It's from a big ole Buck, dumb hunters couldn't catch him but I managed it. I figured I would fix some Deer for anyone that wanted it."
"Yum," Gina replied lightly, though her reply was greatly cut-short as she peered inquiringly at dreadlock-boy. Her brows were arched in mild disbelief, and also, bafflement.
Gina felt the corner of her lip curl into a sarcastic half-smile. His voice was like venom. Even if your mom was the retort of choice among twelve-year-olds, something about the way in which the guy regarded her was quite uncommon for a school filled with mutants. On the streets, perhaps it was more common.
>> "Grilled monkey meat, mmmm just the way I like it."
Gina didn't remember him, but she felt like she should have. But as soon as the quip about "monkey meat" left the boy's mouth, it all started coming back to her. The blank confusion in her gaze gradually melted into recognition. Which, unlike the blatant disgust that touched dreadlock-boys' features, instead seemed more dryly humored. Emerald, however, took offense on her behalf.
>> "Watch it boy."
"It's fine, Em," Gina reassured her, tail twitching faintly as she sat there, "He just likes to run his mouth, is all." Her mouth was still twisted into a toothless grin as her attention migrated from Emerald to Hokee, her eyes laughing.
"I didn't even recognize you, Dreadlock-Boy," Gina said coolly, "How's Xavier's treating you?"
Last time they'd met, the first time that they'd encountered, had entailed verbal sparring, and ended with a thoroughly ticked-off Gina and a Dreadlock-Boy who was bent over with a wounded manhood. It's what he got, for crossing a girl as petite as Gina. Such small girls were not above taking cheap shots He really should have thought about by dealing Gina slander about her mutation.
"Make any friends yet?" Gina inquired. Being hostile towards someone did so much to restrict conversation. But the last inquiry wasn't meant to be cruel in any way. She was genuinely interested in hearing if he was mean to everyone like this, and therefore hadn't any friends, or if he'd somehow found a niche of rude people to hang out with.
From the sounds of it the deer steaks sounded fairly safe. Ingredients that were normal, unless she was lying through her teeth. Either way, did it make a difference. If the meat smelled normal enough then it couldn't be to messed up. Then again, McDonalds might be better for him, at least there they didn't throw in products that animals ate. Trying to decide whether it was worth it or not, this was a question needing to be answered.
The chef seemed to be giving him some sort of warning, why he couldn't say for the life of him. People were just strange like that, make a big fit about something and have no follow-through. With the growl in here voice, something just really was off about her. Not making a rush for the food at all, he stayed put against the refrigerator. He most certainly was not amused in the slightest with being told what to do or not. It would be nice to go a day or to without having someone trying to pull some superiority over him. Authority, a joke honestly.
"Why you care?" He didn't trust the monkey girl, not in the slightest. How could he take the words of someone so messed up seriously? That was one of the dumbest thoughts out there that could be humanly thought up .Apparently monkey face wanted to know information, though it was stuff that wasn't needed to be known one way or another. "If you're looking for some hot date, no I don't know any chimps that want to go necking with you."
Emerald really wanted to tear Hokee's face off, or she at least wanted the chance. He was questioning her authority, he was questioning her role as Alpha by not responding and she didn't take to kindly to that. This guy just seemed to have a death wish when it came to facing down a really angry werewolf.
This kid should be thanking Gina right now because if it wasn't for her Emerald would have already gone after him by now. He was no more than a pup and yet he acted like he owned the place and knew everything there was to know about mutants. They weren't freaks like he seemed to make them out to be and he was no better because he in fact was a mutant. If there was one thing the werewolf hated it was hypocrisy.
Emerald would glance over to Gina a small grateful smile on her face. While she did want to horribly maul this guy, she really didn't want to do it in front of her. It was like if she tore some guys spine out in front of Ruby, she would always feel bad for weeks if she actually saw that.
"Yeah I noticed that, go ahead and help yourself with the food Gina." Emerald replied, a swift wag of her tail.
With a small nod to Gina, Emerald finished cooking the last of the steak,turned off the stove and swiped the last one for herself, placing it on a plate from the cabinent and sat down at the counter. She already had some forks set out so it was just a matter of her cutting through the meat and chewing on it and chew she did, biting down especially hard to the boys other rude comment to the young gargoyle. Her sharp teeth dug into the tender meat fully, inwardly imagining that she was tearing off something else in her wolf form.
Maybe if I ignore him, I won't want to hit him as much. Emerald thought
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>> "Yeah I noticed that, go ahead and help yourself with the food Gina."
Gina smiled and murmured thanks, hopping off of the counter to retrieve a small dessert plate. She didn't want much, only a little. She retireved the plate, and went for a knife to cut off the end of one of the slabs of venison.
>> "Why you care?"
"I don't," Gina said coolly, "I was just making conversation."
The next words out of Dreadlock Boy's mouth was meant to infuriate her, but his retort was more humorous than much else.
>> "If you're looking for some hot date, no I don't know any chimps that want to go necking with you."
Gina didn't even know what necking was, but she presumed it was something that a hot date would do to you. She chuckled wryly, and rolled her eyes.
"That's a crying shame," Gina murmured, "I get so sick of real guys. Chimps would have been an interesting change, to say the least... they certainly have more endearing personalities than some boys I've met."
She tossed Emerald a glance, shrugging a shoulder, before glancing back at Dreadlock Boy. Was he just going to stand there all day and attempt to piss them off? Because if he was, he'd be there for a while. Funny, how things just didn't bother as much when she was awake and fully-functioning, than when she was groggy and confused from nightmares.
With a steak knife in hand, Gina freed a small portion of venison from the larger slab, and with a fork and knife, transferred it onto her little plate. She hopped back onto the counter and, once situated, slid the plate closer and placed it upon her lap.
"This smells fantastic, Em," Gina confessed, before tilting her gaze back towards Dreadlock Boy. She had nothing else to say, really. All of her questions would be met by snotty retorts with something pertaining to monkies within them, no doubt.
"What about your classes?" Gina dared to inquire, regardless. She was a glutton for punishment, "Are there any that you enjoy?"
Making conversation, yeah like he hadn't heard that line a million times before. Did he honestly look like the conversational type of person. If anyone thought that, then they just had to have something wrong between their ears. His snark remarks and such weren't there for laughs and giggles for others, sure it might amuse himself greatly but for the mass majority he didn't give a darn on what they thought or felt. This was life, this was how it was and there was no intentions on changing anything.
Moving away from the refrigerator, his fingers started to play with one of the chunks of meat. "Try the zoo." Licking his fingers, he took a bit of a taste through his own unique way. Not certain though in one way or another if he wanted to eat the meat, he decided to just poke at it instead. This was a bit more entertaining, but wasn't satisfying his real reason for why he was in the kitchen to begin with.
"Classes are for idiots. "
Looking over at the duo, his lips curled slightly in the corner. Looks like the chef lost their zest. There was a bit of humor in the situation, person who tells him to chill off was now left in silence eating their food like some savage beast. Though what could he expect, she was a mutant with a tail, major freak if nothing else. The school would be so much better if he found one that wasn't all freakazoid. No tails was high on his list for potential girls to hook up with. Two tails, one big ego....he was out numbered on this one.
"Eating like that is soooo attractive.....to a cow."
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>> "Try the zoo."
“Duly noted,” Gina said dryly, slicing into the tender venison without lifting her gaze in acknowledgement. To look someone in the eye was a formality and a sign of respect—with Dreadlock Boy, she’d rather look at her snack. Apparently attempts at conversation were futile, and making eye contact probably earned even more verbal abuse. Acknowledging him wasn’t worth the trouble that it entailed, thus Gina didn’t bother paying attention to him.
>> "Classes are for idiots."
Gina understood what he meant by his retort. So he didn’t go to class. The compulsion to ask, “Then how do you like class?” was tempting, but the gargoyle couldn’t find it in her to say it. Not only would the insult-flinging bring her down to his level, but it wasn’t a very good insult. It was almost as weak as “your mom”. Gina wouldn’t deign to such a weak, waspish reply. She cut off a small square of the meat, and took a modest bite, chewing experimentally.
Venison was weird, but in a good way. It was different from other meat that she’d eaten in the past, but still… alright by the gargoyles’ standards.
>> "Eating like that is soooo attractive.....to a cow."
That scathing remark seemed directed at Emerald, this time. But, Gina was the mediator. Thus, she answered Dreadlock Boy. Because if he pissed off Emerald, Emerald’s fist would let Dreadlock Boy’s face know. At least, that’s the impression that Gina got.
“Must know some very well-mannered cows,” Gina murmured, after she’d finished her bite.
Gina looked towards Emerald, and commented upon the meat, “It’s different, but I like it. Has a nice tang. Delicious, Em.”
ooc: Requested to switch places with Emerald by Emerald—permission granted by Hokee.
Once again Deadlock boys snark lasers seemed to have Gina locked in his sights and while he was impacting, he wasn't quite doing the damage he wanted to the sweet hearted Gargoyle. Gina seemed to be just holding her own against him just fine,which suited Emerald just fine as well. The wolf girl was happy Gina could think of such witty retorts and not be too bothered by this idiots words.
Besides, he honestly hadn't said anything too harsh to be ignored yet, even his "insult" to her was something she was easily able to ignore and keep eating too. Sure it ticked her off a little bit but she was surprisingly doing well managing her anger now. That and she was ignoring the source of it, that helped.
The outburst she had earlier with he growl most definitely quelled her considerably that and the fact that she had hunted, something sh loved to do a day before kept her in a relatively good mood. Those blue eyes focused on Gina, fully acknowledging her praise with a gleeful grin on her face. The redhead was glad she was able to make something right in the kitchen. Even if some ignored parties didn't fully appreciate it.
"Glad you like it Gina, there's plenty more where that came from if you want any more," Emerald informed her younger friend, tail wagging a bit. She puffed her chest out a little, trying to act all smug. "After all meat clearly taste better when you hunt it down yourself, It is all part of being an Alpha, to hunt and to take things down with the greatest of ease."
While Emerald did believe most of that, the over confident way she said it made her start laughing by the end of it. She would like to think she was a good Alpha, but really and truly she ever had a pack around long enough to justify those views. The wolf girl would continue on munching her deer meat in the same was as before, not changing a single thing.
With a snuff of air, he couldn't help but take an easy shot at throwing a diss in the direction of a party member not present. "Yeah that Taylor lady, a real heifer of a woman." Picking up one of the steaks with his hands, he started to toss it back and forth from hand to hand as if it were just a baseball. Barbaric, yes. Crude, yes. Something to annoy both of the girls, why of course! "She's a real cow." Cow was a friendly term, before he would have called her a female dog, but he must have been in a good mood currently.
"Alpha?" Now that was a joke. The teen couldn't help but laugh at this. "What are you, some b****? Where's your little litter of puppy dogs, or did you eat them?" Holding the slab of meat up in the air, he wiggled it a bit. "Or is this whats left of them?" Of course he knew it was deer meat, he knew that smell to well to be mixed up with anything else. Letting the meat dangle from his finger tips for a bit longer, he soon tossed it back on the counter letting it half hang off a plate. "That's what Alphas do right, eat the crap of the pack? What mutant you kill in here?"
All the Alpha talk was nothing but rubbish, all talk. It was like standing on the corner hearing a Gang leader go on about how they ran their posy and all. This was why he stayed alone, off on his own. Hearing all this hot shot stuff was just as bad as an adult trying to be all adultish on him. No one was his boss, no one at all. He did what he wanted, when he wanted and how he wanted. Call it what they want, he just didn't care about settling down into the standard structures of society. Why should he, this wasn't really his country.
Rummaging about in a drawer, he pulled out his own fork and knife to use. Flicking his hair, Hokee started to cut up the meat on the plate. "Stew is better." Food was food, and at least this was normal enough for him. Still he wanted to hit up McDonalds later that night. Maybe he could sneak in the back of one and pick up a free meal. It was worth a shot, double cheeseburgers were rather addicting.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Feb 27, 2012 22:03:45 GMT -6
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>> "Yeah that Taylor lady, a real heifer of a woman. She's a real cow."
“Oh, so you like Miss Taylor?” Gina said with a grin. Obviously Dreadlock Boy didn’t like Taylor, and this was good information to have. If there was a certain, normal-looking woman that he disliked enough to call a cow… then this would be a good woman to use against Dreadlock Boy if he got out of line. Or so Gina hoped.
Much in the way that Gina always knew exactly what the right thing to say to a person was, Dreadlock Boy seemed to know exactly what the worst things you could say to a person were. One moment, Gina and Emerald are politely discussing the venison.
>> "Glad you like it Gina, there's plenty more where that came from if you want any more. After all meat clearly taste better when you hunt it down yourself, It is all part of being an Alpha, to hunt and to take things down with the greatest of ease."
That was Emerald for you—werewolf-Emerald, alpha of the pack and apparently hunter extraordinaire. Gina smiled and nodded her head in agreement. Everything did indeed always seem better if you had to work for it, but the hunting was something Gina couldn’t relate to. She didn’t hunt. She got her food from grocery stores. But she still, politely replied,
“Yeah, that makes sense. I always like clothes better after I modify them for the mutation. Or, even better, make them all on my own.”
It was truly rewarding to be self-sufficient.
And then Dreadlock boy began to take a turn towards the un-crossable line. You see, there were certain things that you just didn’t say to mutants. Gina, for example, didn’t like being called a demon. It didn’t take much guess-work to figure out what would piss-off Emerald.
>> "Alpha? What are you, some b****? Where's your little litter of puppy dogs, or did you eat them? Or is this what’s left of them? That's what Alphas do right, eat the crap of the pack? What mutant you kill in here?"
When that invisible line was crossed, the atmosphere of the room changed. While Gina would yell at a person, deride them, or potentially deal them an unfair kick to the pants in retaliation, Emerald was someone completely different. She didn’t take lip from anyone. And that… that was just cruel. Gina cleared her throat and said nothing. She hopped off of the countertop, which was halfway between Dreaclock Boy and Emerald, and relocated to the far end of the counter, where she was less likely to get hit by any potential projectiles. She didn’t know how to deflect those insults, didn’t know how to placate her friend. But if the sh*t hit the fan, Gina would be there to help attempt to keep things under control.
She focused on the venison, and she kept her mouth shut.
>> "Stew is better."
“If you had half of a brain cell, you’d shut up,” Gina warned, lifting her gaze marginally. There was a warning in her glance, a look that said, ‘You can be as much of a jerk to me as you want, but if you value your life, stay away from Em.’ But the glance was shortlived and quickly settled on the plate once again.
Emerald pondered to herself about the recipe she had, pondering if she was going to make another one or perhaps changes to the recipe she already had to maybe give it a tangier taste. Any sort of taste would have been fine as long as the food still tasted good and well made. The redhead would ponder this for a while before Gina answered her playful boast. The wolf girl's face would split into a bit of a grin
"Man, everyone around here can sew! All I usually do is rip a hole where my tail comes out of, I usually have to get it fixed though cause I have screwed up a few times." Emerald laughed a little at her inability to sew, something she really never had the patience for. It was like playing chess or waiting for her turn in those Japanese RPGs, she was just awful at waiting her turn.
Speaking of just awful, Hokee decided to speak up which usually would have been ignored with the greatest of ease. Why would she care about what he had to say? He was just some punk kid who didn't know a damn thing what he was talking about...unfortunately though, his words penetrated the wolf girls block and cause her to stop in her tracks.
Those words, felt like acid eating up her brain, boiling over and slowly unearthing things she had just recently reburied. She had been doing well, less nightmares, less bouts of anger or fear when she was nervous. Somehow though this brought things all back to fruition.
Now, Now, be a good little Mutt and stop fighting, you want to have pups after all like a good little alpha. That taunting voice rang in her mindIf you can have them after I'm done with you that is
5 hours...
5 hours...
A look of pure agony briefly twisted across Emerald's face, her body shaking briefly. Even if it only lasted for a few seconds all she could feel was pain all she could hear was howls that echoed loudly throughout her mind, grunts and groans. The wolf girl's eyes then hardened, sliding up from her seat. The spell she was under seemed to be broken, but now it seemed she was under a different one.
Her shoes made an audible clicking noise across the tiled floor of the kitchen as she walked up to Hokee, just before looking him in the eyes. That look of hers, that was one of pure fury, her teeth drawn back into a snarl, eyes hard as if she didn't care what as going to happen. Emerald Amber Lupin's fury burned through her and with labored breathing she drew her right fist back and slammed into Hokee's face a full, unfazed punch. Not her full strength because she wasn't planning on killing him, just making him hurt.
"Bring it, you little worthless prick." Emerald snarled, her voice not sounding like her own voice. It was low and guttural, like her wolven barks did and it rumbled like the tumbling sea. Her fists were raised in front of her and her eyes focused clearly on him, waiting for his move.
If he wanted her attention so bad, he got it.
If he wanted her to prove she was an Alpha he would definitely get more than he was bargaining for.