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.
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Becca was most definitely not better off alone. Under different circumstances, it would have been presumptuous for Mirror to decide that. But then Gawain went and talked to Impact and asked for advice, and was told not to leave the redhead to stew alone in her mistakes... and then on top of that came the latest Pixelbecky video. Yes, Mirror watched that. If one was not allowed to be there to support her best friend, one could at least watch the wildly popular online updates. And then she read the comments section. Rookie mistake.
Trolls were not as hard to track down as they liked to think. Sure, some were underage, and those got off with a dire warning, but the others, the creepy dudes and the know-it-all mean girls, the basement dwellers and neckbeards, those were fair game, especially when their reactions to someone posting a PSA about toxic relationships was a list of things they would happily do to her. Maya was generally a friendly person, but this time, she had a limited amount of self control, and that ran out around the second visit.
Of course, all those visits were easy, almost recreational, compared to the one that actually mattered.
Maya showed up at Becca's apartment early in the evening, and stood in front of the door for a good fifteen minutes. She had been told Becca needed time, and then had been told by Other Becca that Becca did not need time as much as support. There was about a 50% chance that she would get it wrong, either way. On one shoulder hung a backpack with various emergency items. One of Maya's cheekbones sported a red mark from where one of the trolls put up a fight; it was bound to become a bruise by morning. Her knuckles were mostly skinned, but she had done her best to clean them. She could have waited a day, maybe two... but the flood of ugliness that was the latest video's comment section was just adding to the toxic sh** Becca was already dealing with. And whether she liked it or not, Mirror wanted to check on her. Just in case.
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Why did recovery have to take so long? Rebecca missed feeling “good,” like it was a basic sensation she was robbed of two weeks earlier. It was Summer Vacation, so her teaching job was limited to private lessons and language tutoring, which freed up plenty of time for moping around the apartment. Raine, to her credit, was doing all she could to be there as a friend so Rebecca had someone to wade out the storm with.
Rebecca was making progress, which was promising. It barely took her a day to let go of bitterness she might have felt toward Maya sleeping with Agnes. They were allowed to pursue whatever they wanted, and Maya had no reason to believe Agnes would seduce her under false pretenses. This was something she had to blame Agnes for.
That was a lot of her recovery; blaming Agnes. When she would spiral, she found ways to blame herself for what happened. She broke Agnes’s heart. She had the track record of abandoning Agnes. She chose Maya over Agnes. She drove her ex-girlfriend to become some revenge-seeking honeypot.
Eventually, with time and distance from Agnes’s influence, Rebecca reminded herself that everyone was accountable for their own actions, and most people handled heartbreak without resorting to psychological revenge torture.
Then there was Gawain. She called him over when she was at her most vulnerable and feeling worthless and she confessed feelings to him because she was hoping he would give her that sense of worth again. That was unfair and unhealthy, and if she was the kind of girl to put someone on the spot like that, she was in no position to be with him casually, let alone in a real relationship.
She told herself that distance was best, but she missed Gawain and Maya. There was a show based on the Three Musketeers she knew Gawain was obsessed with and she tried watching it, but it was missing its luster without him geeking out about minute details of costumes or history. Her pillows still smelled like Maya’s shampoo. Without her slender arm around Becca, the scent reminded her how big and empty her bed was, so she relocated and started sleeping on the couch in her recording room.
Her recording schedule took a hiatus, for obvious reasons, but she could not leave her community wondering what happened or if she was alive, so Pixelbecky gave an update video and came clean about recent goings-on in her life. A lot of the comments were supportive, including comments from usernames she was used to seeing on her videos. The positive voices were not the only voices though. On a video of that nature, it was disheartening to see hate, trolling, and gross commentary in the comments, but Rebecca had years of experience as an internet personality now. She knew hate came on every video and the best action was to ignore it. What would fighting back solve?
It had been a few days and Rebecca was trying to slowly do better. She had left the apartment earlier in the day to buy food at the market, and she was even in real clothes in the apartment. If she wanted to get better, she had to drop the “moping girl in pajamas and ordering fast food” persona.
Rebecca stirred the thick orange sauce in her pot filled with simmering chicken, glancing over at the second pot to see her rice starting to take form. Chicken Tikka Masala! Depressed, broken people did not cook Indian food in their kitchens. She was good. She was better. She was…
Dammit, she was crying. It was not sobbing, at least, but tears had slipped down her cheek as her mind drifted to Agnes coldly reminding her that she did not know how to love; she could only selfishly take from those she loved until she broke promises and broke them. Agnes had been a sweet girl. If her descent was not Rebecca’s fault, then how else could she explain it? Was that what she would have done to Maya if given enough time?
There was a knock at the door. Did Raine forget her key? Rebecca had warned her that walking up the apartment building might catch unwanted attention, so perhaps she heeded that advice. Rebecca opened the door, ready with a snarky comment.
And it was gone. ”Maya?” She was stunned. Her cheeks were still stained with tears and she had a plastic ladle coated in orange sauce in her hand, standing there dumbfounded. Her heart was in her throat, which explained the lump there keeping her from speaking or breathing. Maya was there, sporting a red mark on her cheek and carrying a backpack. Was there a recent X-Mission? Rebecca had set aside her communicator and let Sam know she was out of commission for the time being, barring world-ending events.
What did she say? Where was she supposed to start? ”I.. Why? Hi.”
Maya wondered if the door would open at all. There could have been many reasons if it didn't. Becca wanted to be alone, and have time to process. That was fair. It was also possible that Raine, or someone else, was keeping her company, and there was o extra outside help needed. That was fair too. It would have been fair even if she had not been in the mood to talk to Maya, specifically. And yet, she had to try.
The door did open. Becca was dressed, and holding a spatula - it looked (and smelled) like she had been cooking. Her eyes were red, but she was up and about, even if she looked surprised by Maya's appearance. The mirrorwalker blushed too. Now that the door actually opened, the whole idea felt rather awkward.
"Hey" she waved her free hand. It was strange, not knowing what to say, or not barging right in through a mirror like she used to, until recently. It had been so natural, she did not even realize she would miss it, now that she had to knock on doors, and explain her presence.
"I... saw the video? The comments, rather." she said finally, scratching the back of her neck "I just wanted to stop by and see how you're holding up. I got some emergency snacks?" she added, lifting the backpack in her other hand. "I can leave them if you want. I promise they are super unhealthy."
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During her weeks alone, Rebecca often slipped into a mentally sluggish state where everything felt foggy and thinking or acting became the most draining activities for her. Standing in front of Maya, her brain was anything but sluggish. She wondered what Maya might want or what would encourage her to come visit now, two weeks after Becca’s request for space. That whole meeting played through her head at one-hundred-times speed, reminding her of how she chose to put herself in this isolated situation. The weeks flashed through her head, and she was forced to wonder again if she was wrong to do that.
Thankfully, amidst Rebecca’s mental overload, Maya greeted her with a “hey” and brought her back to reality and the present moment. Maya was back at her apartment, and just seeing her made Becca’s heart flutter.
Rebecca did not know how to respond, so Maya justified her visit by mentioning the video. The redhead blushed immediately; she knew it was possible Maya would watch it, but she still cringed knowing the mirrorwalker watched a video where Becca explicitly talked about her and what happened with them.
Looking at the backpack, how could Rebecca not smile? It reminded her of any other night where Maya might visit to cheer her up. Unhealthy junk food and the best company she could ask for. She could accept the sweet gesture and ask Maya to leave, but that felt wrong. Maybe she could let Maya in for a little bit. No harm in that, right? ”Nae, nae, come in Maya. An’ bring yer offerings, as they hae pleased me,” she teased, adding a touch of royalty to her tone.
She stepped back into the living room, letting Maya follow. ”Thank ye fer worrying abit th’ video, but Ah’m okay, really. Most fans were supportif. There’s aways gonna be hate an’ trolls, sae Ah learned tae deal wi’ that long ago,” she assured her. ”They’re annoyin, especially on a video… well, loch ‘at. Bit at th’ end ay th’ day, it’s best tae ignore ‘em. Nae reason to get intae fights o’er th’ internet, richt?” She did her best to sound cheery and unaffected. The trolls really were not a big deal when there was so much else to obsess and get depressed over.
Maya would have been okay with just dropping the foods off and leaving. Becca needed her space, and as much as she wanted to check on her, she seemed okay, so that mission had been accomplished. Hopefully, the junk food would do the rest.
>> ”Nae, nae, come in Maya. An’ bring yer offerings, as they hae pleased me,”
There was a smile on Becca's face, and that was a welcome change. Maya smiled too as she was invited in. It was strange, to be so formal about all this, but at the same time, it was good to see Becca functioning better. It could have been temporary, but it was still progress.
>>”Thank ye fer worrying abit th’ video, but Ah’m okay, really. Most fans were supportif. There’s aways gonna be hate an’ trolls, sae Ah learned tae deal wi’ that long ago. They’re annoyin, especially on a video… well, loch ‘at. Bit at th’ end ay th’ day, it’s best tae ignore ‘em. Nae reason to get intae fights o’er th’ internet, richt?”
Maya's smile fell as she followed behind Becca, and her hand came up to cover her cheek a little sheepishly.
"Yeah. No reason at all." she muttered "I remember when we did the AMAs online. I never thought there would be so many awful people on the internet. And yeah I know I'm a mutant, I should have expected that... it just sucks that they'd do that under a video like that. But it's good to see you..." better?... "... are you cooking?"
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When Rebecca told Gawain to leave, she was at a very low point thanks to Agnes’s machinations. She was willing to believe Gawain would see her for the train wreck she was and stay away, having been granted an out. It was tied to how she saw herself: someone who was more trouble than she was worth. The fact that Maya came back because she wanted to know Rebecca was okay was comforting. Self-worth was something Becca had to work on after the club, and she was slowly relearning how to value herself without the validation of the people in her life. That being said, that validation still worked wonders, and Maya’s presence was its own validation that she was worth checking in on.
Rebecca remembered the AMAs. She did one herself, and when she found out other X-Men had done the same, she obviously tracked the videos down. Taking a large plastic spoon, she stirred the pungent pot of sauce and chicken. ”Yoo're surprised coz yoo're a guid person, Maya. Most fowk ur, but th' internit lets a vocal minority ay fowk gie rude an' crass withit consequences. Anither creator said it best: ‘If ye live an' die oan every comment an' opinion abit yerself, ye willnae lest lang.’” Rebecca had thick skin when it came to the opinions of strangers; it was the people she let close to which she was susceptible.
Looking down at the pot, she shrugged. ”Ah’m cookin, yeah. Ah cannae live oan delivery Chinese an’ ice cream forever.” She had to kick those classic depressed food staples if she really wanted to recover. The fact that she had energy to cook at all spoke volumes of how much better off she was now than two weeks ago. ”Chicken Tikka Masala. Ye can... ye know, stay an' eat if yoo're hungry. Raine's out, sae it's jist me.” She did not want to force the issue, and she was not sure if it was best to have Maya stay, but deep down, she wanted to give her the option.
Comments sections were the pits. Seriously, they had to be some form of digital hell where all awful people in the world found their way one way or another. Maya, having gotten a good personal look at quite a few of them, felt like her faith in humanity had taken a serious dent from the project. It had to be hard, existing as an Internet celebrity with that kind of a dark side.
>>”Yoo're surprised coz yoo're a guid person, Maya. Most fowk ur, but th' internit lets a vocal minority ay fowk gie rude an' crass withit consequences. Anither creator said it best: ‘If ye live an' die oan every comment an' opinion abit yerself, ye willnae lest lang.’”
At least Becca was taking it in stride. Maya set the backpack down, and sunk her hands into her pockets, concealing her knuckles. Had she overreacted to the whole thing? Probably.
>>”Ah’m cookin, yeah. Ah cannae live oan delivery Chinese an’ ice cream forever... Chicken Tikka Masala. Ye can... ye know, stay an' eat if yoo're hungry. Raine's out, sae it's jist me.
Once again, a formal invitation to dinner was not exactly how they usually... existed together? The food smelled good, though. Maya hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Sure. Thanks."
Normally, in a case like this (in the few cases they did not just settle for takeout), she would have started unpacking dishes, or opening bottles or something. But now she felt like... a guest? Maya folded her arms as she watched Becca finish up the food. "Well, glad to see you are over the delivery and ice cream phase" she noted with a small smile.
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It was nice to have Maya in the apartment again. When Agnes started giving Becca the silent treatment, Maya seemed to pick up on her moods and come around more often. At one point, Maya was becoming a staple of Becca’s life, and she started to realize that her life seemed better for it. It was comforting to have that back.
Only everything was slightly off. Maya was there, and that was a start, but they were not acting like they used to, before everything went wrong. Things were casual and effortless back then. Now, Becca was overly polite and trying hard not to say the wrong thing. Worse, it felt like Maya was unsure of her place in the apartment now. Could anyone blame her? The last time they were together, Becca decided things had to change, so neither of them knew what that change looked like now.
Becca pressed through, despite how apprehensive the conversation felt. ”Thenk ye, really. Ah jist got tired ay mopin' an' Ah dornt want tae lit... whit she did change me ur tak' awa' mah ability tae enjoy th' things Ah loove.” She tasted the sauce, trying to determine if it needed final seasoning, before she caught the potential connotation of that comment. She quickly added, ”Loch cookin'.”
Grabbing two plates, Becca spooned out some rice and ladled the sauce and meat over it. ”Hoo hae ye been, thocht? Ah’ve been meanin’ tae message ye.” That part was true. Multiple times, Becca typed out an attempt at making contact again, but they kept ending with some variation of “I miss you,” which was unfair, particularly with Becca in the state she was in and the way their last conversation ended. Still, she wanted to know Maya was okay, and she really did miss the person who was such an important part of her life.
>>”Thenk ye, really. Ah jist got tired ay mopin' an' Ah dornt want tae lit... whit she did change me ur tak' awa' mah ability tae enjoy th' things Ah loove. Loch cookin'.”
The food smelled good. Maya held her place as Becca filled it, listening to what she was saying. She was not letting Agnes ruin what she loved. Like cooking. Agnes had failed, ultimately, at ruining Becca's life, even if she threw a wrench into things. That was good, at least. Becca was stronger than that, even if she didn't admit it. She'd work her way back up. Food was a good start.
"That's good to hear" she noted with a soft smile as they moved to the table to eat. They used to eat on the couch as often as they did at a table, but couch would have felt too... familiar.
>>"Hoo hae ye been, thocht? Ah’ve been meanin’ tae message ye.”
"Been okay" Maya shrugged "Some patrolling since the rift closed, but no sign of another one yet. Things are pretty quiet... oh, I got to visit Jesse and Impact before it closed. The baby's adorable, but holy hell, does it have a lot of dangerous powers... They hit Challenge Mode on parenting right out the gate..."
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After a moment of hesitation, Rebecca moved toward the table and set the food down so they could eat together. Doing that felt like she was eating with someone else. When you had company over, you set the table and at there. Maya was never company before, and it felt wrong treating her like she was.
”Yer nae kiddin. Ah’m still upset Ah never got th’ chance tae visit ain last time. Ah kept sayin’ Ah’d get it ay bed an’ gae, but Ah guess Ah assumed there’d be mair time.” Rebecca was just one of many coping with the sudden loss of a whole world of people. She knew a few members of the Alternate Verse, but she would miss the friendship of Jesse and Rebecca most.
Becca sighed, but pressed on. ”They definitely dinnae hae it easy, frae whit Ah heard, but they’ll be great parents. Those tois are a perfect team.” In an alternate universe they would possibly never see again, there were two versions of them who were perfectly in sync, totally in love, and raising a damn mutant baby together. And here she was with Maya, sitting at a table and poking at the chicken on her plate awkwardly.
She hated this. What was the harm in letting one thing feel like normal again? ”Hey Maya, dae ye wanna maybe take thes tae th’ couch?” She was nervous bringing it up, as though Maya might shoot her down and remind her that Becca kicked her off the couch weeks ago. ”Ah mean, comfort food deserves tae be eaten in comfort, right?” Dear God, ‘at was lame. Why am Ah sae lame?
Maya was not sure whether she should talk more about their doppelgangers, or less. They were friends, and doing fine, beating all odds of SUPER, mirrorworlds, rift, the whole deal. On the other hand, the portal was closed now. It was doubtful they would ever see Impact and Jesse again, so they might as well think of them of living happily ever after. It was strange to have a version of yourself living happily ever after.
>>”Yer nae kiddin. Ah’m still upset Ah never got th’ chance tae visit ain last time. Ah kept sayin’ Ah’d get it ay bed an’ gae, but Ah guess Ah assumed there’d be mair time.”
"They were not exactly swimming in free time either" Maya noted, trying to make Becca feel better about it. The last thing she needed was to start blaming herself for not saying goodbye.
>>"They definitely dinnae hae it easy, frae whit Ah heard, but they’ll be great parents. Those tois are a perfect team.”
Again, with the doppelganers. Even after a whole year, it was strange to think that other versions of themselves were living the love story for the ages. "They are."
They stood in the kitchen awkwardly for a moment, the Becca made the first move.
>>”Hey Maya, dae ye wanna maybe take thes tae th’ couch? Ah mean, comfort food deserves tae be eaten in comfort, right?”
"Yes, please" Maya sighed, relieved that at least the table eating thing was... off the table. She walked over to the couch with hr bowl, kicking her shoes off before she sat down, with her legs tucked under her. It was definitely more comfortable this way. She tried the food, enjoying the spicy taste. "This is good" she noted, glancing at Becca "Definitely comforting...."
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Sometimes Becca wondered what kind of impact (to pardon the pun) Rebecca and Jesse had on her relationship with Maya. The two were seemingly content with being friends, albeit with Becca knowing she still found Maya and Gawain incredibly attractive. Then the universe sent them a married pair of doppelgangers. Is it possible without that glimpse of them older and in love changed their course?
That was a thought Becca struggled with, particularly when she was clearly developing feelings for her friend with benefits. It was talking to Jesse and Rebecca that helped her confront those concerns. Her AV self was admirable, strong, and caring, but she was an entirely different person than the twenty-five-year-old vlogger. Jesse was charming and witty, but Jesse and Mirror were not the same. The concern was not totally dead, but she slowly worked past it.
Rebecca treated Becca like a younger sister in many ways, and that presence in her life was good. Perhaps she should have gone to talk to her after Agnes, but there was nothing that could be done about that now. Not everything was her fault, as much as her insecurities said so; no one predicted the RIP closing. She just had to be glad Jesse and Rebecca and baby Alex would live happier, fuller lives in their own little universe.
That thought lifted Becca’s spirits, along with Maya’s obvious relief. Things were not quite right immediately, but watching Maya kick off her shoes changed the mood of the room. Becca carefully carried her own plate over to the couch. Maya took her seat and Becca followed suit, sitting facing forward with her food in her lap.
>> "Definitely comforting...."
Becca looked at her dining partner and smiled softly, but now that they were sitting, was that it? Enjoy a plush couch and some food?
Then there was a glint of mischief in Becca’s eye. ”Hmm. Almost.” Turning her body, she lifted her legs until she was sitting across the length of the couch with her legs resting on Maya’s lap, careful not to knock away Maya’s plate before she could lift it.
Becca grinned. ”There. Nae Ah’m feelin’ comfortable.” It was just the natural thing to do, and she was not lying; reestablishing contact with Maya was comforting.
They settled on the couch, and Becca seemed to consider the awkwardness for a moment before she repositioned herself, with her legs across Maya's lap. Maya lifted her bowl to make space, not questioning the close contact. It was a slow step back towards normalcy, right? The last time they had met, Maya asked if they could still be friends, even if the benefits part was over. Well, this was was friends was like. Right?
Maya smiled softly as she ate more of the food. It was good food, simple, and definitely better than the horribly unhealthy snacks she had in her bag. There were some things going unsaid, however. And since she was already here, she had to ask. Even if she ruined the tentative truce they found themselves in.
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The past two weeks were emotionally exhausting. There were peaks and valleys as Rebecca was left alone with her thoughts and feelings. Raine made sure Rebecca was not in complete isolation, and that time shared with her roommate often pulled her back to feeling okay after long bouts of feeling… wrong. Now that Maya was back, was it so bad that Rebecca wanted to revel in a moment of things feeling normal?
They ate and enjoyed the quiet of each other’s company, but there was an elephant or two in the room, and Maya finally decided to address one.
Rebecca winced at Agnes’s name, like it pressed on a wound she still had somewhere. She knew the question was coming, but she had not looked forward to it, even if the truth was positive. ”Ah havenae heard anything. Ah guess she decided Ah wasnae worth th’ time tae win o’er again. A lost cause ur somethin.” That should not have hurt, but it did, and that was the frustrating part of moving forward while the hurt was still fresh.
”Mair importantly, Ah have nae messaged her. Deleted her number, cleared it old texts an’ whatnot.” In her lower points, she nearly called Agnes, but the embers of her willpower burned strong enough to stop her. Quitting Agnes cold turkey was the only way she would succeed. ”Ah’m nae worthless just coz she says sae. Ah gie ‘at noo.”
Rebecca looked up from the orange and white of her plate to meet Maya’s eyes, not wanting to seem weak or timid. ”Ah’m better, Maya. Ur Ah’m gettin’ better at least, Ah promise.”
Maya hated to break up the comfortable moment, but the elephant in the room was kind of taking up all the space. She had to ask. If Becca kicked her out after that, so be it, but it was not like many other people would ask her, and someone needed to. Did Agnes come back the moment Mirror was out of the picture? She hoped not. She would have hated to fight the creepy b***.
>>”Ah havenae heard anything. Ah guess she decided Ah wasnae worth th’ time tae win o’er again. A lost cause ur somethin. Mair importantly, Ah have nae messaged her. Deleted her number, cleared it old texts an’ whatnot.”
Maya nodded. She was not going to cheer or celebrate, because it was a vulnerable process, but it was a step in the right direction.
>>”Ah’m nae worthless just coz she says sae. Ah gie ‘at noo. Ah’m better, Maya. Ur Ah’m gettin’ better at least, Ah promise.”
"I know" Maya nodded, placing a hand on Becca's leg (the closest part she could reach in their current position). "I didn't doubt that part. Impact's not the only strong one, you know."