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...?
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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?
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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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Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 11, 2024 14:52:35 GMT -6
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Will didn’t seem too concerned about his employment situation, so Quin let the topic drop. He did pose an interesting question though…things like this weren’t exactly uncommon in New York these days. We’re insurance rates just sky high for businesses or did the city step in to help when an unmitigated disaster swept through?
“It does seem kind of sad that I’m pretty much the only one who gets to see it…” Quin said of the view, looking out over the city and The Park again as she finished her first slice of pizza and paused for a minute to drink some more of her tea.
“So as long as you’re willing to hold those flash cards, listen to me practice opening or closing statements, or bring one of those brown sugar things from today….I can probably share the view.” she teased. Truth be told, she was more than a little excited at the prospect of some company, assuming that once all the craziness of current events were over Will didn’t realize how weird everything about her was and decide to do what most other people did. Time would tell, Quin supposed, but hope never hurt.
The pizza question was honestly kind of loaded. Pizza was an absolute institution in New York and Quin could remember a story or two where people had legitimately come to blows over where to get their favorite slice. Will apparently understood the importance of the question and Quin laughed and shook her head when he called the question dangerous.
Will’s answer was good though, nostalgia was a hell of a drug and in reality most of the pizza in the area was perfectly good. The question was turned on Quin and she smiled, ”I like John’s on Bleeker street, but there’s absolutely nothing wrong with Joes….” she said levely. “Buuuuut, my parents live in Chicago now… ” she said a bit sheepishly. A lot of New Yorkers didn’t even consider deep dish to be pizza, but it was so good.
"More than a fair trade." Will said back, accepting Quin's teasing deal for borrowing the view as he made a point of taking a look towards the windows before turning back to her. "Wonder how long we're gonna be quasi-neighbours here?" he thought out loud between bites of pizza. Sure, Michael had sounded pretty confident. Said that they and their allies were going to be dealing with the troublemakers and Akh herself. But... How long was that going to take? A day? A week? More? And that's presuming the good guys won. Even then, how long was a good word going to keep him in here?
But... Things couldn't be -that- bad either. The city looked pretty much like it always did, maybe a few more flashing lights here and there, but it was certainly no wall of flame and smoke and destruction.
Worry later. Pizza now.
Speaking of, Quin gave her own opinion on the best place in town. Somewhere on Bleeker street, apparently. "Haven't had. Presumin' it's still there, maybe that'll have to be what I bring as a peace offering for the first storm watchin' session." Will suggested, going back to what he'd said earlier, bringing dinner to watch a thunderstorm together. Quin -did- however go on to imply something that would probably get her thrown out of a good many houses in New York. Stating that her parents lived in Chicago. Meaning she maybe, just might, could even be hinting at suggesting that deep dish was the superior pizza, when it could be considered blasphemous to be thought of as pizza at all.
Luckily, Will wasn't native New York, and his heritage brought along it's own pizza sin.
Will gave Quin a look of mock indignation before breaking into a smirk and nodding. "Never had -proper- deep dish, but growin' up I did have a thing for pan pizza." He admitted, pausing to take another bite of the pepperoni slice in his hand before putting it down. "Don't worry though, your folks might be from the region of deep dish, but at least they don't have to be from the country that brought hawaiian pizza into the world." Will joked back. Worse still, if pressed on it, he'd have to admit he didn't mind it. Pineapple had it's place on pizza, but he'd never said it aloud within NYC. Maybe that's why they got along so well, dark pizza secrets that they couldn't share with anyone else.
Jeez. The day was really starting to catch up with him wasn't it?
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 11, 2024 17:06:28 GMT -6
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A fair trade. Quin nodded as Will looked back out the window and Quin did the same for a moment.
“Wonder how long we’re gonna be quasi-neighbors here?”
Quin shrugged, ”I guess it depends on how right or wrong Michael was about how prepared they were for whatever that Egyptian woman is planning.” It still kind of blew Quin’s mind that all of this was actually happening.
“I know I said I’ve got mixed feelings about everything Michael is mixed up in…but all those good guys with guns downstairs do make me feel better…at least for tonight.”
They just kept circling back to the serious stuff. Quin supposed it was to be expected with the way the day had gone and as she started her second slice of pizza she couldn’t help but wonder if it was reasonable to hole up at home for the next while. ”I’ll probably have class tomorrow…” she said, running a hand through her hair with a sigh.
Pizza was a far better topic of conversation though, and Quin gave Will an incredulous look when he said he’d never even tried John’s.
“Oh absolutely though you should definitely get a fresh slice and eat it on the way or something…it’s so hot that the cheese is like, molten…wait, would that be a problem?“ she said, head tilting slightly with curiosity. ”The tea wasn’t too hot was it?” she added, eyes widening slightly. Surely not, surely he wouldn’t have drank it just to be polite if it was a problem.
Quin’s comment about Chicago didn’t go unnoticed though and Will’s look had her grinning before he even started speaking. He’d never had a proper deep dish, which made sense if he hadn’t been to Chicago, but it appeared that she was going to get a pass anyway because apparently Hawaiian pizza had originated in Canada.
Quin winced at that, but also couldn’t help but laugh a little, ”Well, your secret is safe with me…can I count on the same discretion?” she said
Will nodded his agreement at Quin's statement about the armed guards that were in the lobby downstairs and standing out front of Haven. He might did have qualms and hesitations about the group and who they were connected with in a big picture sort of way, but it definitely made him feel better that if another dude with hammers for hands decided to make trouble, there was a lot more than a glass window standing between the trouble maker and him. Maybe that made him a bit hypocritical? More likely things were just more complicated than that. Few things were black and white. "Yeah. Feel like I'll actually be able to sleep without jumpin' at every creek of the floorboards."
Quin thought she'd have class tomorrow? In the middle of all of this? Jeez. Rough course load, but she was obviously pretty dedicated. Will thought briefly that maybe she could do the class online before... well, she'd need her laptop for that, now wouldn't she? Oof. Not having much to offer in comment there, he just made a face about her having to go to school while finishing his slice.
"Not much more of a problem than anyone else, really." Will said as Quin expressed some concerns about a fresh slice from her favorite pizza joint being too hot for him to deal with, with his amped up senses, and then proceeded to worry about the tea being too hot too. Felt to him like she was fussing over him a bit, which was sweet, if a bit embarrassing, and he tried to laugh it off before he got too self conscious. "Most of the time anyway. More sensitive, not more delicate, y'know? S'long as it doesn't actually burn me, I'll be alright." Will brushed the crumbs off his hands idly, having finished his second piece of pizza. "And the tea was fine, I'm no so polite as t'hurt myself for courtesy sake."
Quin agreed to keep his dastardly pizza secret, and he nodded in return. "Of course. All the gold in land won't be enough to get me to talk." Will quipped sarcastically, leaning back a bit in the chair.
It was weird. The day had been hell, but some food and a friend and things somehow didn't seem all that bad. He'd probably change his tune once everything had time to sink in but... it almost seemed like a reasonable trade at the end of the day.
"So what was it you were dyin' to catch up watchin' that day we ran into each other for the first time?" Will asked, trying to keep the conversation on lighter things. Heavens know they'd have enough weighty conversations to last the rest of the night at the very least.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 11, 2024 18:54:42 GMT -6
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More sensitive, not more delicate. That made sense, Quin decided, nodding her head as Will assuaged her fears about hot food and drinks. He even echoed his thoughts that he wouldn’t have drank something too hot for simple propriety's sake, “Well good, because a fresh slice of pizza from John’s is definitely an experience.” Hopefully the little shop had fared alright in all the chaos of the day.
“Thanks for explaining.” she added a bit sheepishly.
Will promised not to tell anyone about her preference for Deep Dish pizza and Quin smiled her thanks. “Thanks..It might have been enough to get me ran out of the city and then where would you go for the view?”
It was apparently Will’s turn to ask questions now and Quin laughed, wincing a bit at how sore it made her ribs to laugh. Quin knew her taste in television was questionable, but with as hard as she worked at school, and how serious things were in the Senator’s office more often than not…
“Silly stuff, mostly…there’s this baking competition that I mostly watch for the vibes. It’s super wholesome and everyone gets along and just wants everyone to do their very best. I was like 3 episodes behind…” she explained, that one wasn’t so bad.
“I also like medical dramas…even of my favorite has probably been on too long. ” That was a bit silly, but still not the worst.
“And I’d somehow managed to miss the entire last season of Archville.” The show was wildly popular, and generally well reviewed, but it was also full of campy romance, modern music set to strings, and enough 1800s romance to satisfy the silliest of romantics.
That was the embarrassing one.
“What do you watch?” she followed up with quickly, hoping to keep Will from having too much time to judge.
Will waved a hand dismissively as she thanked him for giving a bit more insight into the way the world worked for him with his senses. "It's all good. Some days temperature is an issue. More cold though. Sensitive teeth sorta thing." Will explained. Hmm. Guess he really -did- have to think and manage more than he'd realized. Little by little picking up the bits and adding them until they became automatic, second nature. Weird to think you could pick up habits like that without noticing.
The conversation turned to lighter things, jokes about pizza and what to watch. Enough even to get a laugh out of Quin, which, didn't look the most comfortable. Hopefully the bruising was a bit less bad in the morning. Will listened as she explained what she liked to watch. A baking competition show, more for the vibes than for the baking or the creations it sounded like. Sounded like a pretty cozy show. Probably something he'd seen in passing, or an ad for, but nothing he could put to note.
Then there was a medical drama. Will was -pretty- sure he knew which one she meant... but there were also a handful of other medical dramas that were a little long in the tooth, and he wasn't an active watcher of any of them.
Finally, she mentioned that she'd missed the last season of a show called Archville. Now -that- one he knew about, but only knew about by proxy. A few of the regulars from the University studied and played games and talked about the show regularly. So the details were fuzzy, and he wasn't sure which were -actually- from the show and which were fan-canon... But it was enough to know the reputation of the show at the very least.
So of course Will couldn't help a cheeky grin from crossing his face as Quin said she watched something like that. And regularly enough that she'd felt the need to catch up on the whole season.
And then she asked -him- what he watched. Nuts.
"Honestly, kind of a nerd with what I watch... I'd say it rubbed off from the cafe, but, been the same stuff my whole life." Will admitted, lending a bit of insight into why or how he'd wound up working at a gaming cafe, rather than a more pedestrian kind of coffee shop.
"Anime, and sci-fi mostly." Will said, sifting through his head for the last few things he'd been watching. "Just caught up with the latest season of Aegis Champion. First season was real good but it's been sorta... eh, since then."
Will lifted his mug, taking the last half mouthful of tea that was left and setting it back down, running his thumb along the rim. "I try and remember to watch that one space exploring sci-fi show. Kinda brings back the classic sci-fi vibes, but more modern. Funny, too."
"Otherwise, I'm sorta doomscrolling through ClikClak, or Chirpr." He gave a bit of a guilty smile and shrug at that. It was far too easy to get sucked into just mindlessly swiping at the screen on those apps, and before you knew it, an hour was gone. "And, uh. Toku stuff, sometimes. Tokusatsu." Will added in at the end, like he was trying to sneak it in, admitting to his own media preference that could easily be called embarrassing.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 11, 2024 20:30:44 GMT -6
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That grin told Quin that Will knew exactly what show she was talking about and the fact that he hadn’t reacted that way to any of the other shows meant he either didn’t know what they were or that Archvilles reputation had preceded it.
“What? she said, heat flooding her cheeks, “Whatever you’ve heard, it’s actually really good…”
Will accepted the question being turned on him with good grace though and explained that his television tastes ran more to the sci-fi and anime side of things.
“I’ve heard of the space one, I think…” Quin said, “It’s supposed to be good...but I am completely clueless when it comes to anime.”
Not that the stuff wasn’t popular, there was even a manga section at the NYU library…Quin just hadn’t ever had the time or inkling to get into it.
Clickclack and doomscrolling were absolutely things Quin could relate to though and she nodded her understanding there. ”Any favorite creators?”
Then Will brought up a word that Quin had never heard before. “What’s that?” she asked, it kind of sounded like one of the broths at a ramen place she liked to go, but surely Will hadn’t changed subjects so quickly.
"Definitely give it a go, if you can squeeze it in between classes and crises." Will said in response to Quin's take on Will's own choice in shows. "Definitely would startcha on a more well put together anime than that one though." Will mulled a few shows over in his head about which anime would be best to introduce someone to the genre. No 1000 episode behemoths or anything too fan-servicey. The one with the metal arm guy and the transmuting? With the metal guy today and magic being around, that show seemed a little less fantastical all of a sudden...
Will couldn't ponder to idea too long, as Quin was asking if he had any favorite content creators on the social media that he scrolled through. "Nah. Not really." Will answered at first, then paused and added, "Well, there's a hilarious guy who does like, vintage recipes, worth a watch. Couple of costume people too. Can't recall their handles though." He gave a little shrug at that, "Then the usual, some cute animal stuff, people that cover news and politics I wanna know about."
Ah dang. Quin was asking about the other bit of media. He'd -sort- of hoped she'd either know and things would be done, or she wouldn't and would just nod and pretend like she did. Curses, the woes of having someone genuinely interested in the things you did and liked. "Ah..." Will gestured with his good hand, as though trying to gather his thoughts. "It's like... Japanese super hero type media. Fancy gadgets and morphing into fancy suits. Usually colourful spandex or really elaborate lookin' armor. Lots of explosions and rubber suited monsters and giant robots." Will gave a bit of an embarrassed laugh, "It's honestly cheesy as heck, but it's part of what makes it so good, y'know?"
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 11, 2024 21:33:04 GMT -6
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“Well, I finished all the seasons of the other stuff…” Quin said when Will pointed out she needed to at least try watching an anime sometime.
”Think of something good for the uninitiated and I’ll see what I can do.”
Will’s tastes in ClickClack creators ran surprisingly similar to Quin’s own and she nodded, ”I used to like the dances, but they almost never see them anymore. I follow a couple of law school people…but they’re generally more concerned with showing off what they’re wearing to class than school itself.”
She thought for a second, “Have you seen the accounts that do stories via made up text messages? There have been a couple of really good ones…I’d catch myself going to check for updates each day to see what happened…”
As for the…whatever it was that Will said he liked, it sounded like it was just action adventure stuff? With armor and silly bad guys? ”Like Horror B-movies or old detective films? The camp is part of the charm.” That made sense. ”Sounds fun.” Hey, if Will could let her get away with silly romance TV with nothing more than a teasing grin, she could be gracious about this.
Realizing her pizza was gone and so was her tea, Quin stood again and snagged her plate and cup, ”You done?” she asked, planning to take the dishes and put away the leftover pizza.
Will listened as Quin implied she'd be interested in potentially checking out an anime at his suggestion. It'd give his brain something to do at least, rather than bouncing all over the place from the stress of the day. So there was the one with the brothers he'd just thought about. A couple parody ones he liked, but you sort of needed to know the tropes to understand -why- they were good. The one with the killing book was cool too, though it was full of police stuff, might make it less of an ideal choice. Best to do some digging, maybe see what else Quin liked. Who knows? Maybe she was the Magical Girl anime type of person under that law degree and all the weirdness that happened to her.
"Oh yeah. Dances really came and went, didn't they?" Will commented as Quin brought up some of her own favorite things to watch or favorite creators to check out on ClikClak. "Don't think I've seen anyone dancing on my doom scrolls for months. Used to be every third swipe." Sure, he hadn't paid much attention to the dances or many of the dancers themselves, but it was only striking him now how few accounts were still doing that, when it had saturated the platform so thoroughly before. "I've come across some of those fake text message things... but they were always kinda lackluster, AI voiced. If you've got good ones though, it sounds fun. Do like a good story."
As Quin asked about his preference for tokusatsu, referencing the camp of B-movies and the camp in those as part of the charm, Will gave a nod and an almost relieved grin. "Yeah. Exactly that sorta thing. If you buy into the camp and cheese it's fantastic." If you didn't, it was all kind of silly, but what was life without a bit of levity?
"Yeah, yeah. Here, lemme at least pull my weight." Will said, putting his mug atop his plate and picking his mess up, following Quin to the kitchen area to at least lend the appearance of lending a hand.
As they got started, Will took a look at Quin before his face screwed up in an overly dramatic, mock curious look. "Hmm... So how's that badass scar comin' along?" Will teased, the expression breaking to a smirk.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 12, 2024 5:07:38 GMT -6
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There weren’t any immediate suggestions from Will about what Quin should watch as her first anime. That was fine, at the moment Quin couldn’t remember the last time she’d even had her TV on. When she’d couldn’t sleep she did often find herself mindlessly scrolling through shows, trying to find something to watch. It could be nice to have something different.
Will had noticed the lack of dance videos too. Sure, things evolved, but Quin had always thought that the videos were unique. Quin wasn’t much of a dancer herself, but it had been cool to see people who were doing their thing so effortlessly and it so many different ways even when it was the same dance to the same song.
“The one I’ve been following isn’t even voiced…it started out as a wrong number text, and the girl who’s writing it is also working on making it a book…It’s super good.” she said, “I don’t think it’s one of those silly AI generated ones.”
Quin couldn’t help but notice that Will looked relieved when she compared his shows to campy B-Movies. Was it supposed to have been weirder that he was into Japanese camp? Everyone had their thing.
At her offer to take his plate, Will simply got up and gathered his things so Quin made her way to the kitchen. It wasn’t like the plates were all that dirty, and as she put them into the dishwasher Will spoke again.
It spoke volumes that Quin wasn’t quite sure which scar Will was talking about and she turned to lean against the counter, “Mine?” she said, subconsciously reaching up to touch her cheek, “Just a scratch, looked way worse than it actually was.” Quin’s ribs had definitely gotten the worst if everything.
She couldn’t see Will’s arm from where she was standing, ”What about yours? You did an awful lot of… activity after you got patched up.” she said, then grinned.
“Though, you’re gonna have to start wearing shorter sleeves if you want to show it off.”
It did make sense that Quin would have notice the vanishing dance videos with a bit more alacrity than Will had. She had said she that she liked music and dancing. Of course liking dancing didn't necessarily translate to being a dancer, much the same way as liking cheesy hero shows didn't exactly translate to being a hero. Still, Quin's hobby probably had a bit more practical benefit.
Quin went on to talk about one of the creators she followed, the one about the story told through text messaging. Apparently it wasn't even voiced, unlike the AI voiced conversations he'd come across in that similar style, and it sounded like it had been going on for quite a while, long enough to warrant making a book out of it? "Huh. Wonder if they'll keep the texting style, or go more classic writing for it?" Will half wondered, half asked... not that Quin was liable to know what another person was writing, especially if it was still in the planning phases.
As the dishwasher was loaded with their things, they continued talking, Will teasing about Quin's cut on her cheek and Quin responding, asking how his own cut was. It was good to hear Quin seemed to be mostly okay, after the adrenaline and dampening her senses, she could have been pretty hurt without realizing it... But she didn't seem bothered by the wound and didn't offer up any other complaints about anything else, so she was probably alright. Or very stubborn. Probably some amount of both.
Quin did ask Will about his own injury. Fair enough. Will turned to show the wrapped arm, tugging up the sleeve of his borrowed, (was it borrowed? He wasn't likely be be able to get this back to the group...) and gave the bandage a tentative tap with his other hand. "Whatever the doc did held up... surprisingly. Really sore though. Doubt I'll be able to lift my arm above my head come tomorrow." Will tried not to think about the reckless 'activity' that Quin was talking about him throwing himself into. It'd been a bad idea that turned out well. Especially bad when she'd already told him to stay out of the way. But, he'd panicked, and was pretty much just trying to put the metal manipulator down before they could swing that bat at him or Quin. Had to be smarter about things though, someone armored up like that made his powers pretty useless, at least offensively. "Gonna have to figure out what they used to glue me together and keep some on hand." Will half-joked.
"Shorter sleeves, eh?" Will commented on Quin's teasing suggestion, giving her a little smirk in return. "Have to stop bein' such a string bean if I'm gonna pull that off."
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Would they keep going in text style? Quin shrugged, ”Whatever they do, I hope they keep going…the suspense is killing me and there hasn’t been an update for a couple of weeks”
Will seemed to accept that she was fine, and with the exception of her sore ribs, Quin really did feel like she’d gotten out of the mess today relatively unscathed. Sure she had other cuts and bruises, but she hadn’t gotten stabbed with an actual knife and been bleeding everywhere.
Will turned so Quin could see the bandage and it did look like everything had held pretty well. It also made sense that it was really sore and would probably be worse the next day. Hopefully no more heroics would be in order, ”You want anything? I’ve got ibuprofen?” she offered, nodding towards the bathroom and medicine cabinet.
Will pointed out that he might need to get some of the glue they’d used to keep on hand and Quin raised an eyebrow, ”Got a little taste of heroics and can’t wait to get back out there huh? Going for a matching set?”
As for the rest, Quin laughed again at Will's self-deprecation, wrapping her arm around her middle as she did so, ”It’s all about perspective Will, you need to stop saying things like ‘string bean’ and say, ‘wiry’ or ‘lean’. My Mom told me ages ago that, ‘freakishly tall’ was an inappropriate descriptor and ‘altitudinous’ was far better.”
She smirked her own little smirk, ”Or just start buying your shirts a size smaller. I’ve definitely seen worse.”
"I'm alright for now. Think the medic gave me some ibuprofen or acetaminophen at the hospital... camp... thing." Will said in response to Quin's offer, before giving a little sound of thought as he considered things and continued. "Might steal some from you, so I've got it for the mornin' though. Or if I wake up in the night 'cause it's hurting." Probably would be hurting worse come a few hours, the painkillers wearing off while his powers ramped back up. Hopefully the patch job would help keep everything from being too bad.
Will scoffed though as Quin suggested he might have a taste for heroics, or was looking to get a matching scar on his other arm. "Heck no." Will laughed, shaking his head in protest of the idea of leaping back into the fray. "Just whatever it is holds up well. Rather glue my finger together when I nick it makin' dinner than wrap it in a bandage. Seems handy for an emergency kit, too." Alright. So maybe he had had a tiny bit of a thrill with the heroics of the day, but it was definitely quashed by the blanket of awful that came with it. All the flashy, heroic media made it look a lot easier than it actually was. But he'd just as soon leave it to people like Michael. Even so... probably wouldn't hurt to learn how to properly throw a punch or toss a bad guy.
Quin went on to poke a little fun at him, or help him be a little less harsh on himself, maybe a bit of both? Telling him to change his perspective, that Quin's mother used to say something in the same manner, not to cut yourself down but to embrace your qualities as positive, or something to that effect. She was better at saying it than he would have been. "Yeah, yeah. I don't mind bein' scrawny... Sorry, lean, to be honest." Will quipped back with a bit of a smirk. "Just have noodle arms in cut-off shirts." He shook his head a bit. "Altitudinous is a heck of a word. Like it for you though. Fits somehow."
She then went on to say that he could also just consider buying shirts a size smaller instead, and that she'd definitely seen worse. Will sputtered and scoffed a bit at that, rolling his eyes at the compliment as he tried to feign being unaffected. "Yeah, well.. S'not like I got the choice with this one, at least." Will commented lamely, giving the shirt he'd been given a tug at the collar.
Clearing his throat and wishing he'd still had something to fidget with to do something with his hands, Will leaned back against the countertop, one hand gripping the edge. "So what's that text story about, anyway? Horror? Paranormal? Aliens?"
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 12, 2024 18:03:10 GMT -6
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Jules
Quin nodded when Will said he might take some ibuprofen after all, for after whatever they’d given him at the hospital had worn off. She could get it for him in a minute. ”Probably a good idea.” she said. She needed to look up what she needed to do. Did you ice bruised ribs?
Will protested the idea that he might have a taste for heroics, and rather thought that medical grade glue would be handy for kitchen accidents or an emergency. ”Like a 5,000 year old sorceress hellbent on bringing ancient Gods into modern day New York?”
It sounded so ridiculous when Quin said it out loud that it made her want to laugh. Maybe a bit hysterically. She didn’t do that though because laughing was apparently one of the things she was going to be unable to do for the next little while without discomfort.
Will apparently didn’t mind being…lean though and she almost immediately broke her recent prohibition against laughing when he continued. Apparently altitudinous was an appropriate word for her though ”Because it’s overly complicated and too long?” she said, unable to help herself from giggling just a little.
She’d also apparently gotten under Will’s skin a bit with her sort-of-compliment and she really did want to laugh when he pointed out that he hadn’t had a choice with his current shirt. Instead she just shook her head and tried to think of things that were decidedly less funny or ridiculous than this whole thing.
Then Will asked about the text story, definitely to change the subject and Quin couldn’t help it any longer, she burst out laughing, wrapping her arms around her middle. Maybe everything had just caught up with her, but between laughs she managed to say, ”It’s a long distance romance thing…that started as a wrong number text…he’s a firefighter trainee and she’s an art history major…”
Finally managing to pull herself together Quin shook her head, ”I’m so sorry, I’m not laughing at you. This whole day is just so absurd.”