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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She found it funny that other than being surrounded by giant towering buildings, some of the green spaces reminded her of home. It was bigger still, than her small town park, but the feeling was the same.
Megan was feeling a bit more like herself on this particular day, all glitzed up and in her normal clothes. She had gone without her usual dark swoop of black liner, and complimentary shade for too many days. She was feeling like her young self again, she supposed.
She had slipped on one of the brand new dresses she had just acquired that suited her current taste in fashion. A black babydoll dress with faded printed skulls patterned across the chiffon upper layers. It was just a tad to short for what the weather called for, but she had quickly remedied that by pulling on a pair of fleece lines black thigh highs and some cute winter boots. A cozy looking sweater finished off the look, keeping her classy and warm at the same time. She was in the process of combing her hair back and slipping her headband back on.
She breathed out a little huff, watching the fog from it float away and dissipate.
At least she felt pit together on the outside. She couldn't do @#$% for her insides.
Leaning against the railing that separated her from the short gravel beach that led into lake water, she glared out impassively at the choppy water. She was hungry, but unwilling to try and eat any more things until she got her stomach under control. The last few meals had turned into fits of sickness that left her feeling like she was gonna die.
There was also this feeling of something growing in the pit of her stomach that she didn't understand. It left her feeling wary, and also a bit giddy. She wasn't sure what to make of it.
With another sigh, the teen straightened and stretched, turning around to lean on the railing backwards and stare off into the park.
Agnes, needless to say, has been a little despondent. She has recently been, as explained to her by that Scottish teacher in the mansion, that she has been de-aged. Through unknown means, her body and mind was forced backwards in time, making her younger than she is supposed to be. For her, she knows that she is an 18 year old mutant getting ready to graduate from high school; but the apparent reality is that is that she is (or was) a 26 year old woman.
Yeah, try wrapping your head around that one.
Without really knowing what to do with that information, she left the mansion she thought she knew in an attempt to just “get some air”. She needed space from them and to just step out into the open world and breathe. As much as she wanted to run off and find some familiarity, her options were limited. Wither her only options being settling into a stranger-filled mansion and fending for herself in the world of homelessness, the choice was simple. She wasn’t stupid, after all, she was a survivor.
She would go back...eventually. Right now she just needed the greenery and open air of the park. This used to be a go-to of hers when she was homeless as the places the hide were vast and the ground more comfortable than a disgusting alley. She wasn’t looking to stay the night but she could at least find a calm place to hopefully let her mind finish reeling from the massive bombshell had been dropped on her recently.
At least the park was like she remembered. Stepping onto the path, the young woman with the short dark hair and the crystalline eyes wrapped her arms around herself as she walked. All she had on her was some folded up cash in the pocket of her jeans (loaned from some student who had left it in lost and found and never reclaimed it), and her phone in her hand. The phone was the only physical link she had to an older version of herself that she couldn’t remember.
However it was proving to be less helpful than she had hoped. She didn’t know any of the names on the contact list and the pictures on it were sparse. A few scantily clad women, a club, some night sky views, but no selfies. That was probably the strangest thing, there was nothing personal on it. No pictures, no notes, it was almost like this was a decoy phone and nothing more.
Frustrated, she slipped the phone back into the pocket of a leather jacket (also borrowed from the lost and found) and rolled her neck. A whistle caught her attention as someone in black jeans and a red flannel shirt whistled at her as she passed. She rolled her eyes, lowered her head, and kept walking. Zipping up the jacket to hide the blazing pink bunny shirt she wore (at this point she was hating lost and found), she pressed on in her search for serenity.
She followed the sounds of water and breathed some in relief. She had made it a few steps towards it when she spotted another young woman there, leaning against the railing before turning back towards the park, towards her. Agnes’ iridescent wings fluttered nervously for a moment before calming and pressing flush against her back.
She didn’t look at the woman any longer save for that brief moment where she offered a very short, polite smile, and instead focused on walking to the railing.
Black jeans and red flannel man didn't seem to know a clear dismissal when one was sent his way. He began idly following the pretty lady at a lazy amble.
Megan noticed that she was no longer alone as she came out of staring off into space. A young woman was heading her way, probably to enjoy the view of the lake like she had. She nodded back in greeting, wearing a tired smile herself.
She also noticed flannel man after the woman has taken a spot by the railing. He was heading their way with hands in his pockets, and a little crooked smirk on his lips.
Flannel was so ugly. Ew. She didn't get a good feeling from him.
"Someone you know?" She didn't often reach out to strangers these days what with losing a good chunk of her life, but her female intuition could generally peg a threat from some distance away. She could feel herself stiffening up and shifting her stance into something else, for a reason she still had yet to grasp.
She wasn't a fighter, or, at least she hadn't been at her current age. She got the impression that her older self had been a bit of a hard ass and it was rubbing off on her now. Thus, she wasn't about to stand around idly and let some dude bro harass anyone in front of her.
Agnes had to live out in the streets young. Because of that, she had a certain ability to gauge when she was under threat. It was hard to be homeless in the modern world; harder when you were young; even harder when you were a girl. Not to get into any details, but Agnes learned to protect herself early on and one of the first ways to do that was being able to accurately read the intentions of another.
In this case, it was Red Flannel. When she first heard the whistle, she ignored it, shooting him a sharp glance before she continued on her trek to the lake side. Normally a withering stare to scare off the *uckiest of *uck boys. However, when the sound of footsteps began to crunch on the concrete, she sighed.
After sharing a small smile and a nod with the young, dark haired woman, Agnes stopped on the railing to lean. She really hoped the sounds of circle sneakers would get the hint and run off back into the woods. However it seemed that wouldn’t be the case as she could practically feel the guy’s gaze boring a hole through the back pockets of her jeans.
Softly she shook her head. If she ignored him long enough, he’d go. At least that is what she hoped. The reality turned out to be far different.
A low voice to her side caused her to turn. There stood the woman she nodded to, eyeing a space somewhere off to the side (probably where Red Flannel was) before turning back to her. She inquired if her second shadow was someone that Agnes knew. In response she rolled her eye in annoyance (at the guy, not her) and shook her head.
”Nope,” she replied in the same, low tone.
She turned her head briefly to catch sight of her predator. Flannel was standing about twenty, thirty fee from her and was smirking with his arms crossed over his chest. The black shirt and the open flannel over it made him appear like he stepped out of a Rockabilly album, a sight which made Agnes cringe. His gaze held no shame in what he was doing, making Agnes turned back to her new found female comrade.
”Even if I did, I’d do everything possible to forget him as soon as possible,” she snorted. She turned her gaze back to water. ”If I ignore him, he should go aw--”
“Hey, Cutiefly...” The nickname was obnoxious but what made it worse were the soft kissing sounds he made with his lips. Her wings fluttered with annoyance.
She glanced to the other woman. ”Don’t suppose you have pepper spray? A gun? A vial of weaponized herpes?” Of course she had her bugs to deter someone like him but no point in bringing a bazooka to a tickle fight.
Her nose wrinkled at the other girls response. Her creeper senses had activated correctly, it seemed. The spider mutant turned her attention back to Flannel and she started picking him apart with her eyes. He wasn't terribly muscular, but had some mass to him. She could see hidden strength in the muscles of his forearms where he had his terribly hipster sleeves rolled up. She could see a few tattoos peeking out here and there, so he was comfortably with pain at least to a certain degree. There were plenty of pockets and folds in his attire for him to hide a weapon or two, and his Ego was clearly out of control. And Ew, god... those kissing sounds.
She huffed and glanced back at the girl. "It's funny you should say that." She didn't elaborate further, digging into one pocket of her pretty dress and pulling out a little gun shaped taser that was very much illegal in the city.
"You're choice where he get's hit." She lifted the self defense weapon and aimed, tongue poking out a little bit and one eye squeezed shut.
Flannel seemed to finally get he wasn't wanted, but before he could beat a hasty retreat Megan fired at him. The little darts were able to close the distance in the blink of an eye, landed right where she wanted them to, and Flannel was down for the count.
Five seconds later he stopped thrashing around from the voltage, and started groaning. Megan popped the spent cartridge out and tossed it. She turned to the other girl with a humor filled grin.
Agnes often had to defend herself by any means necessary. Whether it was a swift kick between the legs or face full of wasps and flies from her mouth, she had options when dealing with people like Flannel here. However, do to the existential crisis she was currently living through, she didn’t feel like having to commit to that much effort. Ignoring him, she would do that until she was forced not to.
The other young lady, the one who had inquired if he was someone she knew, seemed irritated when Agnes confirmed that they didn’t know each other. Maybe by chatting with this girl, that would keep the other from pressing the issue any more. But the derisive nickname that he just uttered was enough to make her cringe. Ugh, dumbass. Jokingly she asked if her new-found friend had anything to hit him over the head with.
Turns out she had one better.
Agnes saw the movement, followed it with her eyes, and did nothing as the taser was produced from a pocket. Her lips parted in shock as the brunette next to her lifted the self-defense weapon, aimed, and stuck her tongue out at the Flannel. Seeing that seemed to have some effect as the man uncrossed his arms and started to back away, obviously annoyed but not entirely stupid.
It seemed he didn’t move fast enough. A button was pressed and in a spark and flash Agnes turned to see Flannel twitching and shaking as electricity was pumped into his body. She stared, dumbfounded for several moments, before she covered her mouth...and laughed. God it looked painful but, you know what, he clearly deserved it.
The cartridge was ejected and the other stated they should probably not be here any longer. A glance between her and the fallen, spasming body, and she nodded her head. ”Agreed. Hopefully that dose of enlightenment will do some good.” Smirking she moved along, moving back to the back and turning around, walking backwards as she waited for the other. ”Coming?”
Would flannel learn anything? Maybe. She would place her chips on a bet that he crawled back home to complain online to the rest of his bro buddies about slags never understanding him.
Tucking her weapon away, she watched as the woman started walking. Her cheeks flushed little at how cute the walking backwards was, when combined with her question.
"Absolutely!" A smile stretched red painted lips and she hurried along, straightening her sweater out as she went. Once they were far enough away she didn't have to worry about Flannel possibly hearing her, she introduced herself.
"I'm Megan." She offered, tucking her hands into the pockets of her dress to avoid the chill on the air. "Sorry if you already had something planned for dealing with that chump. Seeing @#$%boys out in the wild makes me irrationally angry. They belong in zoos."
Taking a moment to eye the woman, she decided she couldn't be much older than herself... and was dressed very imaginatively. Attractive, certainly. It didn't escape Megan that since she was super into herself, she would be super into someone else who shared similar beauty traits.
Agnes had to smirk a little as she watched the other brunette holster her self-defense weaponry and hurry to catch up with her. Though she didn’t often like to take a firm hand against anyone, when it was a jerk-off like that, she was more than happy to watch them twitch in agony for a bit. Truly she hoped that he had learned a lesson from this, at least long enough to give him pause against treating any other women like this. Every female spared such harassment was a win in her book.
But, beyond that, she really wouldn’t have minded taking another look at the young woman who bounded after her. The black dress with the faded print, the leggings, and boots all managed to catch Agnes’ eye. She was rather attractive, rocking that quasi-goth/emo outfit but brimming with danger after immediately tazing someone without a second thought. Certainly enough to hold Agnes’ attention.
When she caught up to her, Agnes smirked and turned back around, walking side-by-side with her until they were a good distance away from their harasser. Introductions were in order…
”Megan,” she parroted with a smile. She gave her a nod as she looked ahead. ”Pretty name.” Clearing her throat, she spoke up. ”Agnes. Or Aggie. Withever you like.”
She was still grinning at the sight of Flannel being laid out by a taser. She had to admit that Megan certainly had the right idea about guys like him. Whether wealthy or poorer than dirt, they all had the same ill manners when the blood rushed the wrong way in their bodies. Agnes had her fair share of experiences with them while on the streets so she knew that necessity of shoving them back into their place by any means necessary.
”No, you handled it perfectly,” she grinned, wings fluttering excitedly before settling on her back again. ”I probably would have just kicked in him nuts or something...equally as painful.”
A few wasps in the face. Flannel wouldn’t have forgotten that by any chance.
”Anything to keep guys like him from harassing girls like us? I’m one-hundred percent on board for.”
Pretty name? Shit, her blush was stuck now wasn't it. "Aggie. I like it."
She watched the wings flutter, appreciating how the light reflected through them. She'd never thought something usually so tiny would look like stained glass when human sized.
"If I've learned anything from this city it's to never get close enough for someone to retaliate. Call me a coward if you want, but I like my face as it is. Don't want to get punched again." She grinned in a pleasant way, "I'm from a pretty small town originally... The kind where dudes like that wouldn't have survived for long. Here though... yeesh, seems like the city it crawling with them."
A little black spider tumbled from her hair onto the shoulder of her sweater. She glanced at it for a moment before lifting a hand and letting it crawl into her palm. IT was a little jumping spider and had little blue pinpricks for eyes that matched her own. She had found she was rather fond of the little goofs, the more she played with her power.
She could feel the heat behind her ears. Megan said she liked her name. It was such a small compliment but after the tremendous amount of crap that had apparently suddenly been piled in front of her, it was exactly the kind of thing that she needed to hear right now. It made her feel good in this maelstrom of existential terror and she was all the more thankful it came from a pretty girl like Megan.
A side smile was offered to the other, her hands shoved into the pockets of her jacket as they put more and more distance between themselves and the wannabe lothoria. He should probably be recovering by now, but not in any capacity to really be a threat. He’d be lucky if he didn’t twitch so hard he’d dose himself taking a piss. Again, Agnes hoped he learned some kind of lesson.
Feeling the air get a bit lighter, Agnes slowed so that Megan was at her side so they could converse more easily. Megan shared with her the personal tactic she employed, a means to both deliver justice and protect herself from reprisal. It made sense to a survivalist like Agnes. After all, with the number of years she spent on the streets, she knew above all that a girl had to protect herself by any means necessary.
”Preaching to the choir,” she grinned. Though she looked a little shocked at her other comment about being punched, shaking her head. ”Ugh. Ridiculous. Who would hit such a pretty face?”
Megan came from a small town, one where people like Flannel would have probably been eaten up alive. Oh how Agnes wished she could have lived in a town like that. It had to be better than the city, a place she had known the entirety of her life. Then again, she was only saying that because she never lived in one. Small towns could probably be just as bad, maybe worse than the city.
But you know what they say, the grass is always greener.
With a sigh she snorted as she glanced back to the other. ”Being eaten alive is the least he probably des--” She stopped when she saw the spider sitting on Megan’s palm. Grinning she edged closer, the scent of honey coming off her hair as she peered at the spider. ”Cool. Is that your pet? Where were you hiding it?”
Gah, @#$%. She grinned back while rubbing the side of her healed nose bashfully. "Drunk people, apparently.. but it's okay because it healed just fine. Though I wouldn't have complained too much about a dashing scar."
Having Agnes scoot in so close that she could smell what kind of shampoo she used set off pleasant warning bells and a blush swamped her pale cheeks. She tried not to be a creep by politely turning her head slightly.
"Kinda a pet, I suppose. I made her, er... I'm a mutant too."She held her palm out with the little spider as it scuttled cutely across her black, sparkly nails. "I have a few others as well. They tend to hang out in my hair where birds can't peck at them."
It wasn't super surprising that the girl with beautiful bug wings wasn't freaked out by spiders, and yet it also kinda was. Even some hardcore men she had met tended to have a fear of any and all arachnids.
With a silent call, she had two more skittering out from her dark tresses, one dropping down past her eyebrow to land on one (still red) cheek, and the other crawling down the side of her exposed neck. She hurried to collect them gently in her other palm and held them out towards Agnes.
"You can hold them if you want, Aggie. They don't bite unless I tell them to."
Another brief silence settled over her until she found herself peeking at the pretty girls wings again.
Agnes marveled at the strange looking spider that was sitting in Megan’s hand. She had never seen one like it before, with the multiple blue eyes peering at her. She smiled sweetly, looking it over, asking about its origin. While it would have been surprising to know that it was just a pet, New York was a strange place and she wouldn’t put that past anyone. But, as it turns out, the truth was far stranger...and far more interesting.
Megan was a mutant. She crafted this little creature that waved at her with it’s little legs. There were others that stayed hidden within the Megan’s hair, causing Agnes to look up, peering at those ebony tresses before she looked back down to the one she held. Before she knew it, more eight-legged friends joined the others, scooped up by Megan as they crawled out of the dark recesses of her hair.
”Oh hello sweeties,” she said as Megan held out the three spiders towards her. With the assurance that they wouldn’t bite unless told, Agnes easily held out her hands, waiting for them to crawl on.
Agnes wasn’t shy when it came to multi-legged creatures. After all, she was a living, walking, talking hive of them. When she got upset she could feel them crawling about within her body, ready to leap out to her defense at a moment’s notice. So she wasn’t shy as she held up the little spiders, grinning and watching as they sat in her hand. With one finger she carefully stroked one of their heads. So adorable.
”They’re such cuties,” she said with a smile. Her wings involuntarily fluttered, catching the light of the day, at their adorableness, for which Megan commented upon. Agnes turned back to her and grinned. ”Thank you. I wish I had better control sometimes. They’re easily excitable.”
Her wings fluttered once more, as if to prove her point. At this she handed the three spiders back to her. Seeing as this was show-and-tell, she may as well offer up the rest of what she could do. So, she smiled and held up her open hand, palm up and winked.
”Wanna see something cool?” she said. She closed the gap between them and get gently took her hand, holding it under hers as she lifted her own.
With a thought the skin along Agnes’ forearm began to move and undulate until a previous unseen seam suddenly split. From her forearm a long, sectioned, multi-legged creature crawled out. A deep read, at least a foot in length, the armored creature curled around Agnes’ arm before the head settled upon her open hand. The giant Amazonian centipede lifted its front, peering at Megan, antennae waving in the open air.
”Feel free to pet her,” she said. ”She doesn’t bite either. Unless I’m threatened.”
She thought they were cute. That in and of itself was cute. Aggie was adorable and Megan simply couldn't help but watch as she cooed at them. She could hear them chattering away happily in her mind, and smiled widely. "They say thank you. They seem to like you quite a bit already." She accepted the spiders back, lifting then so that they could scurry back into the safety of her hair. Little strings of web nearly vanished into the black, but some could be seen clinging to the ebony strands and catching the light.
She watched the wings for another moment before tearing her eyes away. She didn't want to make Agnes uncomfortable by staring too much. Instead she focused on the question Aggie had asked her. Something cool? "Sure!"
She was fully unprepared for Agnes to step closer to her, and even more unprepared when she grabbed her hand. Her face was proof of that as a deep blush bloomed on her cheeks and traveled all the way to her ears. Still, she watched with rapt attention as the skin on Aggie's arm started to move. Before her eyes it split, and the most wondrous creature slowly emerged.
Megan's face looked like a kid who had gotten exactly what she wanted for Christmas. "Oh, you are so beautiful!"
She leaned in closer so she would see all of the details of its poisonous little claws, where it's little eyes sat, everything! She reached out a finger with a short black nail and gently ran the pad over its smooth head. After a bit of embarrassing baby talk at the bug, she straightened back up and grinned at Agnes again.
"Thank you for showing me her." She didn't dare retract her hand yet. She was enjoying the girls soft grip too much, selfishly. "I can only made spider, and things related to spiders... that I know of. Is your power similar? Just one kind of insect?"
She had a guess that maybe there were more, if the wings were anything to go by, unless the wings were specifically unrelated to the centipede?
Her smiled widened when Megan confirmed that her spiders liked her. She didn’t know why but for some reason it really made her feel good. She loved her insects and all creatures that were downtrodden and treated like pests. That was her life for so long. Thrown away, treated like trash, it was not a fun life. Through those traumas she found a bit of common ground with the insects and arachnids; those that lived within and out.
After her new friend took the bugs back, letting them slip inside of her hair, Agnes realized it was her turn to share. So, taking the other girl’s hand, she lifted it and summoned one of her own little friends to skitter out from her arm. She was still getting used to them, apparently a product of those memories that she lost, but things were working out well so far.
Things were especially better after Megan’s reaction. She had been prepared for the worst. Not a lot of people could handle giant, hundred-legged bugs visually, lest of all crawling on their skin. But, sure enough, Megan was all smiles and cooing as she leaned closer to inspect Agnes’ latest addition.
Watching the brunette’s expression, Agnes felt a small tingle within. She was just far too adorable. The way she smiled and stroked the centipede’s head, how she chattered in baby talk to her, and the absolute fearlessness she showed to something that could strike fear into most anyone else. Megan really was a special girl and the thought of her made Agnes’ smile grow larger.
When Megan backed away, Agnes straightened up and mentally called for her centipede to scuttle back into her arm. ”You’re welcome,” she said with a grin. She nodded as Megan explained her spider-related powers, to which Agnes could only reply with a ”Thanks for showing me yours,” she replied, adding a teasing wink.
She thought for a moment. Again, she didn’t want to scare Megan but she wasn’t going to lie about her abilities either. Especially since it seemed that she was enamored by these things. So, she gently shook her head. There was far more that she was capable of.
”I actually have a bit more than just centipedes…”
She leaned in a little closer to Megan, pressed her lips together into an “O” and blew out some air. A strong scent of honey wafted across Megan’s face before there was a buzzing. First one fly, then a wasp, then a roach, then more and more of them began to fall from her mouth, flying past Megan’s head and hovering around. At Agnes’ feet, roaches and ants began to circle about, forming lines, but not at all appearing threatening to Megan. With a final puff of air, the last of her insects flew out and joined the cloud that hovered in the open air. She shrugged her shoulders, looking sheepishly at Megan.
”I’m...a living hive…” she tried to catch Megan’s eye but looked down out of fear. ”Too much?”
Megan froze like she had been turned into a goddamn statue, bright eyes locked on perfect lips as they leaned in and-- was that... honey?
She calmed the heck down a little when it kicked in that Agnes hadn't been about to swap spit with her, and instead seemed to be showing another facet of her power. She watched, patient and expectant. There was a buzzing, like you would heard from a beehive.
A fly popped out. Megan jumped a little, but hardly looked put off. Her eyes widened a bit and she followed it with her eyes until her gaze was brought back to Agnes' mouth. More bugs came out. Lots, actually! Eventually just staring at Agnes while more came out wasn't going to cut it, as there was a swarm growing. Megan glanced about in wonder, trying to pick out which bugs she knew and which she didn't. It was like a plague! A beautiful, loud, buzzing orchestra!
Perhaps a tad bit too excited about being surrounded by a sward of creepy crawlies, she looked back to Agnes as the girl spoke. A living hive, huh?
"Aggie," She reached for the girls hands, not caring if she was being too forward at the moment. "It's wonderful. You are wonderful. Something like this could never be too much. Just look how beautiful they all are!" She turned and pointed at them.
"That is the coolest thing I have ever seen!" The grin she turned back to Agnes with stretched from ear to ear. She reached up to pull the shoulder of her sweater down slightly, exposing the healing wounds from her latest batch of spiders.
"I make my spiders from my skin... and spider parts, and web. The whole works."