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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
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Agnes didn’t care for working the cashier’s desk at “Ms. Pott’s Flower Bed”. It was not that was she was not appreciative for the job, oh heavens no, it was more the fact that it tended to be far more boring than actually going out to work in the back section.
That is not the say that the front area of the shop wasn’t pretty! There were shelves and shelves of beautiful flowers, arrangements, plants, garden decorations and various other knick-knacks that anyone with a garden would love to have! It could be quite relaxing to just sit out here and looked at all the pretty flora. But she loved moving between the flower beds, tending the plants, shooing away any insects that dared to get too close to her pretty flowers in the prep room in the back. Plus she could have her mp3 player on and listen to music while she worked! Despite the one time that Annabeth walked in on Agnes dancing particularly energetically, it was very fun!
On top of that, she got to hide in the back whenever she was in one of her more irritating forms due to her mutation. Though customers had seen her with her wings before, even her carapace, there were some things that she just didn’t want them to see. Especially now that her body was beginning to shift due to the new additions of insects to her body!
Today was one of those days. She was still not used to the damn antennae that stuck out of the top of her head. They bombarded her senses with insect trails and various scents. She even nearly found herself passing out when a woman with particularly heavy perfume walked into the established. It took all Agnes’ strength to not allow her antennae to leaned down and dab all over her.
Luckily, there were no smelly customers today so Agnes was able to lean against the counter, her antennae swaying gently at the soft scents that managed to waft into the shop. She stifled a yawn as she looked down to the order sheet. It was starting to get busy now with the holidays coming up. Lot of weddings, parties, eve—
RIIIIING! Agnes blinked as picked up the phone and put on her best customer service voice.
“Pott’s Flower Bed, this is Agnes, how may I help you?” she asked. She then smiled and started to jot down the notes on the order pad. “Uh-huh…yup..no…no we can do that. Mmhmm...ugh, let me ask, hold on…” she put the call on hold and peeked into the back room. “Annabeth! Customer wants to know how many vases to bring for their display.”
“Ugh, alright I’ll talk to them,” Annabeth said. The rotund woman with the fiery red hair pulled into a ponytail stepped out of the back. She smiled sweetly at Agnes and pointed to the back room. “Could you finish arranging that centerpiece, sweetheart? I’ll take care of the phone.”
Agnes breathed a sigh of relief and slipped into the back. She immediately found the centerpiece that Annabeth was working on, knew the pattern she was going for, and set to work completing it.
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It was a simple mission for Rebecca. Akshay came in one day earlier and let the rest of the staffers know that Jean was being kept at the hospital due to appendicitis. Jean was a nice guy, but more importantly, the staff of One Comic to Rule Them All was a close, almost family-like group. (If families had indating and sexual tension. So not like families.)
The point: everyone chipped in to make a "get well" present for Jean. Akshay was going to bring his Xbox to the hospital along with a new game for Jean to kill all his downtime with while stuck in the hospital. Along with the gift, everyone thought Jean would appreciate the humor of a big, overly pretty bouquet of flowers; the kind of thing that would scream "Valentine's Day" before "Get Well Soon!"
The order was placed to a nice little flower shop Clara was pretty high on, and Rebecca volunteered to pick up the bouquet. Her mood had been improving since her chat with Lexi days earlier, and she was spending most of her time balancing between studying, working, and mustering up the courage to talk to Agnes. (Or rather, to ask Gina for Agnes's number so she could talk to Agnes.) She was getting there, but she knew at her core she was not ready, so she was comfortable waiting a few days.
Or a week.
Rebecca entered the store, floored by how lovely the displays around the shop were, and how pleasantly the scents of many blooming flowers tingled her nose. It was lovely, but there was the melancholy reminder of the greenhouse that came every time Rebecca surrounded herself with flora.
The young woman approached the counter where a chipper older woman was busy talking to a customer on the phone. Rebecca waited patiently until the woman turned and noticed her. "Oh, excuse me one moment." The woman held a palm over the receiver of the phone. "Can I help you, hun?"
Rebecca hesitated to mention the order, because it was a tad bit silly when she said it out loud. "Um, yes. Ah'm here for a bouquet? It should be wrapped with a ribbon that says... "To Jeanie With Love." Her face was heating up, but the silliness was for Jean's sake, so she would endure.
The plump proprietor chuckled and promised to help the moment she was able. Rebecca accepted graciously and waited as the phone call continued. While she was waiting, she could not help but look around the shop. There were flowers for every purpose; maybe there was an appropriate flower for "I miss you and I'm sorry I overreacted at your immortality?"
The click of a phone brought Rebecca back to reality, and the shopkeep turned to a glass case filled with carefully created floral displays. The bouquet she pulled out... was larger than Rebecca expected. It was handed to her, and the wide head of red, pink and purple flowers almost completely obscured her upper body and face.
From behind the floral obstacle, Rebecca heard something along the lines of, "I have to finish something, but I'll send my best girl to check you out." Patiently, Rebecca waited behind the flowers, assuming she would hear another voice shortly. It was just another of the many uneventful interactions in life that came between major moments, and she could just feel it; she was overdue for a major moment sooner or later.
Agnes definitely had big shoes to fill. Sure she was used to working in gardens and maintaining the flowers, but putting together a large number of arrangements, all ready for transport was another story. Of course she did a fairly decent job of matching Annabeth’s arrangements, but it took her about twice the amount of time that Annabeth took to achieve them. How the woman did it, Agnes just didn’t know. She had a fair idea that the woman was actually a robot in disguise but she was going to have to wait to confirm that thought.
He heard talking outside at the counter, something over the phone call that Annabeth had taken just moments ago. Had another customer walked in? Agnes was about to head out to help when she heard her boss set the phone aside for a second to help the newest customer. She shrugged and figured everything was under control.
Humming to herself, she continued to work on the next arrangement, nearly finishing a second one when Annabeth slipped back into the room.
“Oh, hunny, there a customer out there ready to check out. Picked up that humongous bouquet that we were working on yesterday?” Annabeth said as she took Agnes’ spot in front of the arrangement.
“You god,” Agnes muttered. “You mean ‘The Spine-Cracker’? I hope whoever they sent to pick it up has some muscle mass to them.”
Annabeth laughed heartily and shook her head. “No they didn’t. Haha, you better get out there and ring her up before she collapses under the weight.”
Agnes smirked and slipped out to the front of the store. At first she couldn’t see nothing. Maybe the person had figured it was already paid for and left by mistake? She was about to call back to Annabeth when flash of movement caught her eye. She peered closely at the counter and saw a bouquet of flowers, shifting and moving from side to side, as if trying to maintain balance. It was only when she peered close that she spied the smaller hands attempting to hold it up.
Upon further inspection, Agnes also saw that the holding of The Spine-Cracker was attempting to shoo away a rather persistent cat on the counter that was attempting to tangle itself up in the long, gaudy ribbon that hung down from the tight knot around the bouquet’s middle. Strawberry, Annabeth’s faithful cat, had nearly wrapped itself around twice in the ribbon and was almost successful it pulling the bundle of flowers apart.
“Oh god, you poor thing!” Agnes suddenly said, her antennae sticking up to attention. Quickly she dashed over and attempted to untangle the cat from ribbons. “I’m SO[/b] sorry about this, Miss! Strawberry! Stop that!”[/color]
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As Rebecca did her best to keep the excessive bouquet in her arms, she could feel a mysterious tugging. Looking down (to the best of her ability,) she spotted a cat on the counter who was delightedly playing with her new plaything. Rebecca found cats adorable, and a cat playing with a ribbon was internet-level cute, but unfortunately, the particular ribbon had a mission if its own.
"No. Nae for you, kitty," she muttered as she did her best to keep the kitten from claiming part of Jean's gift.
And then the kitten was scooped up by the voice Rebecca was waiting for. The one catch; it was the last voice she was expecting.
>> “Oh god, you poor thing! I’m SO sorry about this, Miss! Strawberry! Stop that! No! That’s not your ribbon!”
It was a quick succession of events from that point. 1) Rebecca's heart stopped. 2) The kitten's body was pulled away, tugging the ribbon upward. 3) Rebecca felt the flowers slipping away and her brain forgot how to send signals to the arms. 4) The bouquet slipped out of her hands and landed on the counter. The bouquet was bound together and frankly so packed with flowers, it survived the fall with its shape intact. 5) Rebecca and Agnes saw each other for the first time since their breakup.
Success! The rebellious cat was subdued. Agnes sighed as she finished pulling away the cat and did her best to undo the knot of ribbons that was now completed lashed around it. She really did feel bad because it was so unlike Strawberry to pester the customers like this. If it was, Agnes could only guess how Annabeth could even afford to stay in business! But, she couldn’t afford to over think it now. She would have to put on her best customer service face and hope that this patron wasn’t too angry with the cat for having nearly pulled apart the bouquet.
Thankfully, with a sigh, he held the cat away and undid the last ribbon. In doing so, she accidentally brought the bundle of flowers out of the customer’s hand and made them land with a heavy plop on the counter in front of her. She cursed inwardly and hoped that the purchase wasn’t too badly ruined for the patron to use. After all, it took them quite a bit to set it up.
But, a quick glance at the flower bundle and she smiled, thankful that it managed to maintain its shape. There was even scarcely a petal out of place! That particular bouquet was like a rock. With a breath of relief she turned to pick up it up and offer her apologies.
“Oh, gosh, I’m so sor—“
She looked up.
Crystal blues eyes locked onto the mismatched shades of green and blue and instantly Agnes felt her body slip into overdrive. Her pulse quickened, her eyes widened, and her mouth dried up of practically every last ounce of saliva that she had.
She was looked at Rebecca.
>> "...Hi."[/color]
“H-Hell—“
MRRREOW!!!
She jumped, accidentally cutting off her own voice when she realized that she had dropped Strawberry onto the floor. The cat, irritated by being manhandled in such an undignified way, flicked it’s tail at the both of them and ran off into the back room. Agnes blinked and turned her attentions back to Rebecca, still lacking her voice.
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>> “H-Hell—“
Yup, that about summed it up. This was Rebecca's version of Hell.
Rebecca wanted to talk to Agnes, and she was working up the courage. That was the step she was on, and she was content with moving at her own pace! She had to work up the courage to move to the second step, which (unfortunately) was planning what to say.
Now Rebecca was suffering for her improper planning, stuck face to face with her ex with nothing to say. Her fight or flight instinct was shouting for her to run away, but that would have not only been an awkward and permanent way to slam the door between them for good; it would have left the monster bouquet as a casualty of love (and war.)
Rebecca was just going to have to do what she could on the fly.
"...Hi."
Good job, spaz.
Rebecca racked her mind for anything to say, scanning over her ex-girlfriend to think of something to--
"Antennae." Those were new, Rebecca thought with a look of surprise overtaking her look of terror.
"Um... Ah like them." It was the truth; somehow, Agnes looked adorable with antennae, and that did not make talking to her any easier.
Fate was a cruel and heartless bitch that loved to throw people under a bus every time she got the chance. Agnes knew this to be both figurative and literally. Felicia had gotten her into a TV show about brothers who cross the country and hunt down monsters, ghosts, demons, etc. And in their adventures, these brothers (whom she could have SWORN looked like people she knew, even their father!) end up fighting against Fate herself. Fate is represented as some preppy, blonde, that is a complete tight-ass. And in that particular episode, she did throw a man under his bus.
Yeah, that is exactly what Agnes could have sworn was happening right now. Linking back to that tangent, she could have sworn that there was probably some bitchy blonde, standing invisible in the corner, pushing up her horn-rimmed glasses, and muttering “Screw with Agnes, Today” in her little book of fate.
Oh how she could have wished she could just slug her. Unfortunately, Agnes was stuck in the real world, staring awkwardly at her ex-girlfriend, whom she hadn’t seen in months! Their last communication was Rebecca kicking her out of the room and then that was it! No further communication! How was she supposed to feel about her suddenly reappearing? She did tell Jasmine that she had moved on and, for all purposes, she has but that didn’t mean she was 100% ready to talk to her just yet! It was…too soon…
>> "...Hi." [/color]
The voice suddenly brought her, again, to reality as she focused in on Rebecca. The redhead, as pretty as she ever was (though definitely far more toned), was looking just as awkward as Agnes was. There was such a race behind both of their eyes to figure out what to say next that Agnes couldn’t help but find some humor in the situation. It wasn’t funny…but at the same time it was…
“Um…” The feelers at the top of her head leaned down a bit, waving towards Rebecca and Agnes had to force them back up.
>> "Antennae…Um... Ah like them."[/color]
…
She was so going to sever those damn things when she got a chance!
“T-Thanks,” she responded. “They’re new…”
God, she sounded as if she went down to the local department store and decided to get antennae installed! This was just getting ridiculous! But, really, she couldn’t just stand there awkwardly, trying to come up with something to say, could she? She was a busy woman, at work, she could easily just excuse herself and say that she had a lot of stuff to do.
But that wouldn’t be fair. Jasmine warned her when they had lunch last week that eventually she would need closure and actually talk to Rebecca to achieve it. Agnes had just never anticipated it being so soon after she finally decided that she had moved on. Sigh, but now that the moment was here, she was completely blanking. She had to say something, anything that could help them move beyond this awkwardness.
What else was there to say but—
“Um…w-will this complete your order?” Agnes responded as she turned to the register and started to ring up the purchase.
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>> “T-Thanks. They’re new…”
If things were normal and they were as close as they were dating, or even before when they were just friends, Rebecca could have probably teased Agnes with something like, "You dornt say!" Not only was she not daring enough to tease her ex, but the very thought could not pass through her wire-crossed mind. "Oh? Um, good! They suit you?"
Why could a rampaging rhino mutant just break through the shop walls? At least that Rebecca would be ready to handle. Instead, she was watching all knowledge of word choice, syntax and inflection flutter out of her head.
>> “Um…w-will this complete your order?”
For a moment, Rebecca forgot she was at the shop for a reason. She finally looked down at the bouquet. "Oh!" What must she have assumed watching Rebecca come and purchase such a grand collection of lovely flowers for someone named Jeanie? Stupid joke gift! "Oh, these? Yeah, uh, these arenae for a-- well, Ah mean, they're for a boy." You're bi. "Ah! Boy co-worker!" Because no one sleeps with coworkers. "Sick. Sick co-worker. From everybody."
Please just let me be so allergic to these flowers Ah can jist die now. Death would be less painful than Rebecca's bout with word-vomit.
A compliment had been thrown Agnes’ way about the new ant feelers atop her head but the runaway scarcely heard it. Her heart was racing too loudly in her ears for her to take notice of anything like that. On top of that her brain was running a mile a minute, trying to shut itself down just so that she could survive this ordeal with at least some kind of dignity. Because, seriously, the last thing that she wanted was to run into Rebecca only a week after she made her it life’s mission to move on from her. This was just completely uncool.
So, she did her best. Maybe if she kept this encounter strictly labeled as professional, then she could get out of this just a tad bit faster. But that was no small feat. She was attempting to get past a young woman that she was so sure she was in love with mere months ago.
It was definitely not going to be a cake walk. But it was okay so long as she didn’t look at her, right? Looking at that flowing hair, the mismatched eyes, those pink lips—okay, stop thinking about her! Just..argh! Just focus on the receipt!
Finally, though, it seemed as if Rebecca too had turned to the business at hand…
>> "Oh! Oh, these? Yeah, uh, these arenae for a-- well, Ah mean, they're for a boy…Ah! Boy co-worker! … Sick. Sick co-worker. From everybody."[/color]
…
Agnes couldn’t help it but she found herself staring at Rebecca. The redhead seemed just as flustered as Agnes was. She was fumbling over her words, making connections that didn’t belong, and trying to sum up the entire situation in as many sentences as she could. It was needless to say that the runaway felt just a bit lost for the moment. But, eventually, she got the gist.
“Oh…um…I’m sorry?” Agnes responded as she looked down at the flowers. If Rebecca was still working at the comic shop, Agnes didn’t know who these belonged to. She didn’t recall anyone named Jeanie. But, she still managed a small smile as she looked at the sheer size of the bouquet. “Ugh, I’m…sure that Jeanie will feel a lot better with these. So long as he doesn’t try to pick it up.”
Yes, inane chit-chat. That will make ALL this go faster, right?
“Um…$78.50,” she said as she looked back to Rebecca.
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>> “Oh…um…I’m sorry? Ugh, I’m…sure that Jeanie will feel a lot better with these. So long as he doesn’t try to pick it up.”
Rebecca chuckled, possibly a little more than natural, but at least it was not serial killer laughter. Little victories.
>> “Um…$78.50.”
"Oh right." Rebecca pulled out a wad of money from her purse comprised of tens, fives, and a large collection of ones; the curse of the money pool. After counting through the money like she was being graded, she handed the pile over to Agnes.
As her ex-girlfriend was operating the register, Rebecca realized their interaction was almost over, and while the end sounded like a godsend, it also meant she wasted a perfect opportunity to get everything off her chest.
She had to keep talking, at least for a little longer. She had to figure out a way to transition things to the point where she could admit what needed to be said. Maybe a compliment? (For something other than her antennae at this point.) "Um.. you're looking good." Still awkward, but nice. Just leave it-- "You know, like pretty and, um, stuff like that." So, so close to passing off as a socially competent moment.
Agnes fidgeted. It was really not that she wanted to put the pressure on Rebecca to hurry up, it was more that she just wanted this whole incident to come to an end. While it was really not the most horrible meeting she could have imagined, it was as awkward as hell and that probably stung the most. There was a whole plethora of things that she wanted to say, official goodbyes that she wanted to make, questions she had, hell even just keeping the door open for friendship wasn’t all that terrible an idea.
But the awkwardness. She was not prepared for this, and apparently neither was Rebecca. The pair of them just stared at one another, like deer caught in headlights, as they stammered and choked their way through small talk, mangling every possible form of grammar that was in existence.
Maybe it really was best if they could just part ways now and not have to look at one another again. At least for a little while…right?
…
Goddamn Rebecca needed to learn how to count money just a tad faster! Hello!
Agnes fidgeted in her stand as she pretty to write something extremely important on a pad of paper but it really just turned out to be a half-hearted doodle of squiggly eyes that had no shape or form. But, just as he was about to grant her creation the gift of sight (i.e. drawing in the eyes), Rebecca pushed the money to her.
The runaway smiled and nodded as she took the money, punching the paid money into the register and waiting for it to ring up her change. Just standing there she could feel Rebecca’s eyes on her. She really wished that she would say something other than just stare.
RING![/b]
“Um, Fifty cents is your change,” Agnes said with a small smile as she opened to register to see that…of course…none of the rolls of coins had been opened. Quietly she hung her head, grabbed the roll of quarters and tried her hand at opening it to free the metallic currency.
Smack! Smack! Sma—[/b]
>> "Um.. you're looking good…You know, like pretty and, um, stuff like that."[/color]
CRASH!! CLATTTTTER!!![/b]
Agnes winced as she closed her eyes, listening to all the coins spill and fall onto the ground with a raining sound. But she was not paying attention to that. Instead, she just repeated the words that Rebecca just said in her head.
“S-Sorry…” Agnes said as she ducked down behind the counter and began to gather up coins.
As she pulled the coins to her, she could only shake her head in the hiding place behind the counter. Really? Rebecca had the nerve to see her after all this time, completely disregard that she never contacted her after her break up, never even tried to give Agnes a chance to explain, and all she could say was…”You look good?” Goddamn, really?! Agnes was so furious that she had half a mind to shoot right up from behind this counter and tell her to walk her chiseled ass out of her flower shop before she sicced Strawberry one her!
As a matter of fact, that was exactly what she was going to do!
Standing up, after collecting the coins, Agnes set the fifty cents in change on the counter, looked Rebecca straight in the eye, gave her a resolute expression and—
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>> CRASH!! CLATTTTTER!!!
>> S-Sorry…”
After a smashed coin roll that further embodied how well the conversation was going, Agnes ducked down behind the counter to collect the lost change. Rebecca fidgeted in place, feeling self-conscious. Was it that bad for Rebecca to compliment Agnes? Could she just assume the coinsplosion was a coincidence?
Agnes finally returned from her venture out of sight and Rebecca tightened up.
>> “You too.”
"Um, thanks." Even if it was half-hearted, the compliment was still enough to get a blush on Rebecca's cheeks.
The change was handed to Rebecca and it hit her like a brick: The transaction was over.
She would walk out now because there was no reason for her to stay. Agnes would find a way to keep an accidental meeting like this from ever happening again, and Rebecca would never get another chance.
She blew it!
"Ah miss you!" she blurted out.
Oh God... All the blood in Rebecca's heart clearly rushed to her face, because she was dead-certain it ran out of anything to pump out.
Agnes sighed. This really was not going well at all. She was stressed out, she was unsure of what to say, and really there was so much that NEEDED to be said. But, sigh, was she really up to it right now? She had only decided about a week ago that she was ready to move on. She needed more time to get her head right and to figure out exactly what to say to Rebecca (over the phone…or text…). But right now she was just too distracted.
But what could she say?
Wait…why did she have to say anything? She gave Rebecca back her change, she had just slid the receipt over to the woman, so there as just nothing more to be done! The transaction was over, Rebecca had her flowers, and Agnes part in this little hellish drama was finally at an end.
Sigh…of…relief!
All she had to do now was say her goodbyes and trying to figure some out what to say to the woman some other time. For now, she had stared into the face of her fresh ex, survived, and she was ready to move on with her li--
>> "Ah miss you!"[/color]
Aw, f*** really?!
Agnes stammered. Voice caught in her throat, she found herself inadvertently staring at the redhead that had kicked her out of her room and broke her heart with silence. Exactly what as she to say to an announcement like that? Did she hear wrong? No…she definitely didn’t. She could tell by the huge red blush on the Scot’s cheeks. It was so red Agnes could practically feel the heat radiating on her OWN cheeks.
…oh wait. She was blushing too! Agnes, blue eyes wild and searching the counter gulped hard. Her mind was a complete blank. That was probably why all she was able to muster up was a…
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Rebecca was still in shock, sure she imagined herself saying something like that so suddenly. It was not in Rebecca to come right out and say something like "I miss you" after months of silence and painful minutes of awkwardness.
Except she definitely said it. Not only could she feel it in her bones; she could see it in Agnes's cheeks. They were both glowing red because Rebecca could not hold her tongue any longer.
>> “Umm…”
Rebecca's heart sank at the umm. What might follow the umm? "I don't miss you?" "Get out of here?" There was no way to know where things would go next, and before Agnes could alter the direction irrevocably, Rebecca had to ask a question that had been plaguing her for months. "Why did you ne'er text me back?" Even if she was no longer missed, she would at least get an answer for why she was not worth a response.
Umm? Was that REALLY all she could come up with right now? She had tried to wrack her brain for something intelligent to say, something to sum up her feelings, to let Rebecca down easily that she had moved on, but all she could come up with was an “umm”? That was just ridiculous. She had been thinking and saying so much to herself for the past months, why couldn’t she dredge up at least one of those things to say now?
Maybe it was because she was afraid of the truth. Maybe it was because, deep down, she just didn’t want to admit to herself, much less Rebecca, that she missed her too.
God…that was such a mind twist. Didn’t she just finish saying days ago that she was ready to move on with her life? And yet here she was, admitting to herself that she missed that redheaded Scot that had turned her love upside down less than a year ago? Just thinking about those memories again caused a tear to want to sting her eyes. But…she had to keep strong. There had to be a more dignified and elegant way of saying what she needed to say.
But, Rebecca never gave her the chance.
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Agnes immediately looked confused. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to think about what Rebecca was talking about. But, no matter how much she dug into her mind, she just couldn’t come up with anything that could result in what Rebecca was talking about.
DINGDingding
The chimes from the door rang but Agnes scarcely paid any attention to it. Her attention was too focused in Rebecca. Quietly, she shook her head, confusion clear on her face.
“W-What t—“
“Agnes!!”
She jumped at the suddenly voice. Turning to space behind Rebecca, she instantly spotted the dark hair and smiling face of her friend (and other ex-girlfriend), Jasmine. Dressed in a denim jacket, dark jeans, and a deep green shirt, she waved as she moved herself behind the counter and pulled Agnes into a really quick, friendly hug.
“Hiya! Ready for lunc—“ she turned and seemed to just now spot Rebecca. “OH! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to interrupt!”