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.
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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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
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Posted by danleroi22 on May 27, 2008 7:22:41 GMT -6
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Zeke burst through the door of the important looking building in the center of camp. He essentially had kicked the door in and stormed in with a Desert Eagle magnum in both hands. He glanced around him, looking for somebody who could help him find Evie.
Gwendolyn Delray was a nurse. A Head Nurse, to be specific. That meant a few things, from where she was standing. One: do no harm. Two: one-up that, by doing good. Three: snap orders at nurses on her crew faster than it took for any sort of hysteria to set in. Four: when a man with two very large guns kicks in the door to the central building of the Camps within clear sight of the inner Infirmary doors, get those doors closed and barred.
"Get that bed over here!" Gwendolyn snapped at one of those nurses in danger of loosing it. "Now! You--get back to changing that IV! I don't know what's going on out there, but I do know what we've got to do in here. Let's keep our heads, people!" If anyone was going to take their heads, it was going to be her. Honestly. "Keep those blinds closed!" She barked. After a split second of thought, she added: "Get a bed propped up in front of those, too. The last thing we need in here is shrapnel."
Gwendolyn Delray was a nurse. A Head Nurse, to be specific. A Head Nurse whose shift had ended three minutes before the first explosion. Gwendolyn turned on her heel, and walked towards the back of the infirmary, her every footfall echoing with an indomitable force of determination.
"W-where are you going?" One of her nurses foolishly asked.
The answer was obvious. "I'm punching back in," Gwendolyn stated bluntly. If this wasn't overtime, she didn't know what was.
((ooc: Take it from there, boys. Tell me if I need to mod anything! And you can assume the nurses didn't do the best job of barricading that door. Honestly, if you want something done right...
Just a note to people looking for places to join: this is a closed thread between Glare, Redemption, and the NPC Gwendolyn. Sorry!))
Posted by danleroi22 on May 28, 2008 21:23:18 GMT -6
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OOC: Heads up, sorry for the confusion: Zeke has a single gun which he is holding in front of hum with boths hands. Sort of police officer style. IC:
As Zeke reached the door he noticed very quickly that his approach wasn't exactly patient, ethical, or practical. Still, an obsessed man on an obsessive journey to find the one true obsessive love of his life doesn't really think patiently, ethically, or practically. But he does think cautiously. As he was thinking before, he still didn't want anyone killed, so he determined to open the door without any violent force. Easily done.
Glancing around to make sure no one snuck up behind him, he dropped the gun back into it's holster. He glanced up and around closer, keeping one eye on the inner doors. Above he spotted a man flying where he expected to see a Stalker headed his way. Mutant. He would leave the guy alone and hope he did the same. Still, the fact that he had been noticed meant that he had to alter his plan and play it safer. He did. He glanced through the cracks left by the beds in the window and saw each of the nurses, then carefully fused a bit of solid sulfur onto their shoes. (or whatever part of them he could see) Then he moved them slowly back to the corners of the room and held them there. Nurses held back, next issue, the door.
He fused a bit of sulfur onto the beds and tipped them over backwards away from the door as well as the nurses, easily allowing him to throw open the doors in a carefree manner. He was still ina rush to find Evie, he was just doing it a little more chill this time around. He didn't want his watcher in the sky to swoop in and interrupt because of his violence. Then again, with the carnage outside there wasn't much chance of that happening in here. Then again, better to be safe than sorry. Zeke walzed in slowly, pulling his gun back out into his hands, leading the way.
He spoke to the nurses that continued to struggle against the grasp of his sulfur. "I don't want to hurt anyone, I'm just looking for someone I care about. I'll be out of your hair any minute." He let them go then pointed the gun at them. "Into the empty room, please, I don't want to hurt anyone." As there really weren't any empty rooms in the building, the nearest occupied room had to do. Zeke led them in there at gunpoint then closed the door, fusing a solid block of sulfur over the entrace. That should hold 'em... for now. Next step... look for someone in charge.
Also easily done. He walked back to the building weapon in hand and confronted a woman approximately twenty feet in front of him, punching her clock in for overtime work by the looks of it. She looked like she was in charge in here, so he gave it a try. He spoke solwly at a distance. "Ma'am, I don't want to hurt you, and it'd be foolish to say don't be alarmed. But I assure you that if you help me find who I'm looking for, I'll get you out of here alive."
Gun at the ready, glancing back every once in a while.
OOC: Chances are good that she recognizes his voice. I'll leave that up to you. Hope you don't mind what I did with the nurses.
Posted by Cheshire on May 29, 2008 20:27:12 GMT -6
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Gwendolyn heard footsteps approaching, and they weren't exactly the dazed and panicked footsteps of one of her nurses. Her face hardened as she slipped one hand into the pocket of her white lab coat, thumbing up the plunger on an empty syringe to pull in air. With her other hand, she pulled her timecard out of the card rack on the wall, and jammed it into the time clock; a motion done simply on principle.
~ "Ma'am, I don't want to hurt you, and it'd be foolish to say don't be alarmed. But I assure you that if you help me find who I'm looking for, I'll get you out of here alive."
Gwendolyn turned on her own good time to face this punk. He was ten inches taller than her. He probably had fifty pounds on her. He was carrying a gun like he was storming a castle. He wasn't much of anything, besides that. She put her other hand in her pocket, and looked him straight in the eye--from a bit of an irate, neck-craning angle.
"If you really don't want to hurt anyone, put the gun away, and don't follow up statements like that with a 'but'." She instructed, much like a snapping turtle instructs small children not to put their bare feet into murky water. "Now who is this you're looking for? Before that--what the hell have you done with my nurses?" She hadn't heard their hen-clucking for awhile. Too long.
Something about his voice sounded vaguely familiar, but Gwendolyn was a busy woman, and she didn't have time to remember the voice of every Joe-blow and fish monger she came across. She planted her feet firmly on the ground as she waited on his reply, her neck craned upwards. It would be more comfortable for her if she was further back. It was more practical to be closer, though, if he really was putting herself and her medical staff in danger. If it really came to playing her only card. Be damned if the mutants were escaping: as long as she was on the clock, she had a job to do. That didn't involve letting some punk who was younger than her interrupt the entire medical capabilities of the Camps.
((ooc: In case you're interested, Gwendolyn's NPC profile is here. Same goes for you, Glare: feel free to have him recognize her voice.))
Posted by danleroi22 on May 29, 2008 22:13:30 GMT -6
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Oh my gosh... it's the woman. From the phone. Here. Now. Her. The woman. From the phone. It's definitely her. There was no mistaking the voice. At all. Not because the woman sounded exactly like she had on the phone (it did have that specific ring to it though) but because Zeke never forgot anything that could endanger his safety. He had made that phone call with the utmost care and precision, and hearing the voice on the otehr end had been important.
The woman hadn't recognized him that he could tell so far, but that made sense because she probably got hundreds of such calls a day, whereas Zeke made once so far in his lifetime. He didn't forget, how could he? The moment he had learned where Evie was had been one of the most happy and sad moments of his life. Probably definitely the most relieving. Sweet gosh of goodness... it's her. She knows where Evie is. He decided not to tilt his hand right away. If she didn't recognize him yet, she would soon anyway, but he would keep it as long as he could. Of course, asking about the same girl as a previous phone call is a dead give away.
He tried modifying his voice lower... with little success. "A girl, named Evie." He sighed and kept an eye behind him, hoping that flyboy wouldn't show up. "Look, your nurses are fine, I locked 'em away. They will be out of there as soon as you take me to Evie. She's a blonde, yellow eyes, gravity manipulator." Considering his demands, and their positions at the moment, he thought he was being reasonable.
She'll know me for sure, now that I just gave her Evie's name. Darn. Oh well, safety may be my goal, but I stink at this subtlety thing. I don't like conflict, so this is my way of ending it soon and getting Evie out of here alive. Yeah, that's it. Justify yourself Zeke... Sometimes justification feels good. Sometimes knowing that you're justifying yourself to feel good, feels bad. This was one of the latter moments... but it didn't matter because the one feeling bad was the one with the aimed gun.
Posted by dragonking1 on May 31, 2008 5:46:15 GMT -6
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(occ hope you don’t mind me joining at this late stage) IT was around about that time when there was the sound of wind and what looked like an oblong blob covered in what appeared to be red cloth with another 4 metres trailing behind it, flew gracefully through the door, as it did, it slowed, and from the bundle at the front of this thing legs stretched out and aligted on the floor, legs that were covered in light grey armour. The object walked forward, as it did so the cloth parted to reveal a man, a muscular man, as he walked towards them the cape seemed to recede back into the man’s armour. The mask covering his face however remained.
In a resonating rich deep voice the figure said “Sorry to interrupt, I cam here to take the wounded to the medics at the APC’s, anyone know who is in charge here, I just need to ask a few questions and then you guys can go back to settling your differences.”
Posted by Cheshire on May 31, 2008 13:22:35 GMT -6
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Gwendolyn's hand slightly off of the syringe as the man with the gun talked.
~ "A girl, named Evie. Look, your nurses are fine, I locked 'em away. They will be out of there as soon as you take me to Evie. She's a blonde, yellow eyes, gravity manipulator."
The name rang a vague bell; a phone call she'd gotten awhile back. Gwendolyn looked the man up and down. "A little young to be her 'father', aren't you?" Before she could get on to more pressing matters, like asking how the hell this man expected her to know the exact whereabouts of every person in this place off of the top of her head during a breakout, they were joined by another man. The sort who just suddenly appears in front of a lady. Gwendolyn took a reflexive step backwards. Then she caught herself, and took an intentional step back to where she'd damn well been standing. Her hand tightened on the syringe again.
~ " Hey there friend, I am afraid you found the one human that honestly deserves making it out of this place with out having a gun in her face, quite frankly you are lucky I am a changed man, or you might just be dead on the floor right now. now here is how it goes, you holster that gun, or I take it from you, and then I will try to help you find this girl, After I get her, you Gwen, to do what is safe, and get you the hell out of here."
Gwendolyn's eyebrow quirked. She took her hands from her pockets--she certainly wasn't complaining about most of what this new guy had just said--and crossed them in front of her chest. "Now listen. If you two are done posturing--"
She was interrupted by an oblong blob turning into a masked man in armor. As if the guy in the superhero costume and the one with the overcompensating gun weren't enough.
~ “Sorry to interrupt, I cam here to take the wounded to the medics at the APC’s, anyone know who is in charge here, I just need to ask a few questions and then you guys can go back to settling your differences.”
Gwendolyn turned on the third of these stooges. "You," she pointed at him, "sound useful. Come with me." She stepped out from behind her white-and-blue rescuer, and started striding back towards the main infirmary without a backwards glance at the lot of them.
"All of our patients are in this main room, and that side one over there," she explained curtly, pointing. "We've got fifteen in here right now; they're all stable enough to move, but none of them are going to be walking out on their own. The ones who could ran out when this whole fiasco started. We've also got ten nurses." She rounded on the former oblong blob. "You are taking my nurses out of here, and you are treating them well until you can drop them off somewhere safe."
She turned a don't-you-start stare on the gunslinger. "After my patients and my nurses are out, then we can start looking for your 'daughter'. Damned if I know how you thought I'd be helpful there. I'm a nurse, not a babysitter. And you," she turned her eyes to the superhero. "You're going to tell me who you are, and how you know me. Once we get these two taken care of, you're going to get me the hell out of here." She made it sound more like her own order than an acceptance of his offer.
She turned a steely gaze over all three of them. "Any questions?"
Posted by danleroi22 on Jun 4, 2008 10:58:27 GMT -6
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No doubt about it, he had been recognized. Crap.
As soon as the flyboy had entered the room Zeke had thrown his gun back into his holster and readied his sulfur. He wasn't really in the mood to fight, he wanted to find Evie bad, so all things he did led to that ultimate goal. He was guessing that attacking another mutant would only hinder that. When the guy addressed him and told him to holster his weapon, Zeke snapped the holster shut, weapon away. He still held himself ready for the man, and spoke quickly to the 'changed' one, "Look, I appreciate it, I don't want anybody hurt. Look, weapon away. Now, help me find the girl and I'll be out of the way. Heck, I'll even help you get this woman away from this place in one piece. After all, that's my original deal."
He walked slowly backward and bumped into a man materializing in front of him. He hopped quickly away and held one hand on his holstered weapon, the other ready for sulfur creation. He wouldn't take any chances. Soon enough he learned that the man meant to meddling, he just wanted to help people. Fair enough. He stepped aside and allowed the woman past him, with a glare that said, I'm counting on you, don't disappoint me... and left it at that. "None... can we just get moving A-sap?" he replied to her question.
Zeke stood back and waited, then realized he was still holding the nurses in the forward room. With the swing of his hand the sulfuric wall crumbled and disintegrated, not existing any longer. "There, they're out. Now, can we go?"
OOC: Needless to say, Zeke isn't a patient guy, probably gets that trait from me personally.
Posted by dragonking1 on Jun 5, 2008 12:10:44 GMT -6
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Dragon King chose 7 of the wounded and took them outside. He stood for a second in deep thought then he walked into the middle of the group of wounded and started to change. First two chains shot out of his shoulders and snaked in the direction of the APC’s, then came the interior of the vehicle that would carry the wounded, which looked like a cylinder but with seats on the inside. Last of all was the outer surface which hardened to strength of Adamantium Beta. The vehicle was now composed of a solid seating area surrounded by a layer of semi-liquid ectoplasma and then a rounded outer shell, for the finishing touch DK even made a bright red cross inside a white circle appear on both sides of the vehicle.
“All I need is a powerful head light and I could have found a new calling in life, to be a train.” DK muttered to himself. He turned to the people inside “Hold on tight.” Then he was off shooting off along his chains at a phenomenal rate. To Stage 2, Ground Assult and back.
Soon he was back and took the rest of them. When all the patients had been moved DK returned for a final check, he asked the bossy woman as she seemed to know quite a bit. “Is there anything/ anyone else that need moving?”
Mister Gun really had locked the nurses away. Since he was also unlocking them, Gwendolyn held her tongue and kept her expression to a light glare. What had he been thinking, locking away the medical staff? Obviously not about the injured patients they had to take care of. Here, obviously, was a self-centered man. As if his monotonous demand wasn't proof enough of that. At least his gun was holstered. She never had found that ready-to-fire look too appealing. Particularly when the gun was trained on her.
As for the man who acted like he knew her--and whose brash behavior might have struck her as familiar, if she didn't deal with idiots who had troubles shutting up and listening to her on a daily basis--he had better be landing those nurses safely. Things were moving too fast for her not to trust him. She had no choice but to trust the third guy, the one who had liked his train set a little too much as a kid, either. Her nurses were gone almost before she could land a cautionary stare on the fly boy, and her patients were gone at break neck speed. She still managed to shout after the jelly man:
"Be gentle, you idiot! They're bed ridden for a reason! Move them carefully!" Either his ears were too fast for his brain or his brain was too fast for his ears: she cringed at his transportation style. Then they were gone, and they were some other nurse's problem.
~ “Is there anything/ anyone else that need moving?”
Gwendolyn put her hands on her hips, and stared at the man. "No. You've given whip-lash to all of the patients we had in here. As I said before, the ones in better condition took off when your people started blowing holes in our walls. Why don't you run along and make sure they aren't bleeding out somewhere because they couldn't sit tight for ten minutes." She made a dismissive shooing motion with her hand. It was the closest he was going to get to a 'thanks for getting them out of this chaos'.
With that, she turned back to the Lone Gunman. "So you want me to help find your girl. Got any brilliant ideas as to how I'm supposed to actually help? She'd have either been in the women's barracks or on duty when all this started. Don't ask me where she is now."
As for the Fly Boy: she was ignoring him. If he wasn't going to tell her how he knew her, then she wasn't going to go chasing after the information like some dog after a toy. Let the frisbee come to the dog; the dog sure as hell wasn't going to the frisbee.
Posted by danleroi22 on Jun 7, 2008 13:43:58 GMT -6
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Zeke nodded as the "flyboy" landed beside him after taking away all of the nurses to safety. He had faithfully kept an eye the woman while he had gone, not making eye contact and certainly not speaking. He just made sure she was safe, and more importantly, he was safe. He was ignoring the fluid-looking dude like the flu, didn't like the look of him very much. He tried to stay separate, but still attached to the group so he could get the help he needed. He turned to the flyboy. "She's about average height, striking blonde hair and yellow eyes, she also has the ability to bend gravity. She has very light skin and should be wearing a gold band on her left hand... if they didn't take it from her."
He then turned back to the woman, "I'm sorry, my manners are horrible. I bust in here and threaten you, and I don't even know your name. I hold you at gun point and captivate your nurses. I'm a jerk. Sorry. But I'm desperate because I need to do what it takes to get Evie out alive." He paused and sighed, then reached out his hand in the woman's direction, "No more lies, my name is Ezekiel, and Evie is engaged to marry me. I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused..."
Then he turned back, "Don't know your name either flyboy, I'm Zeke..." He lifted his hand to shake, then continued, "Do you think you could scan for Evie with the description I just gave you? If you see her we can go get her and then get the heck out of here..."
He kept an eye on everyone, but his hands were no longer on his gun.
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Meanwhile, outside, Evie had just emerged from the woman's barracks. She had stayed deep within the confines of the building for as long as possible, but the flames had gotten closer and the room had gotten hotter. She stepped outside the building, despaired, tired, and injured from a guard's beating several hours ago.
Posted by Cheshire on Jun 11, 2008 17:10:40 GMT -6
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~ "I'm sorry, my manners are horrible... No more lies, my name is Ezekiel, and Evie is engaged to marry me. I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused..."
Gwendolyn huffed, and uncrossed her arms to shake the man's hand after a moment's delay. "Gwendolyn Delray," she said simply. "Evie was alive as of this morning, and she damn well better be right now, if she's got people like you waiting out there for her."
She recrossed her arms, and left it at that as they waited for the Flier to return.
Posted by danleroi22 on Jun 14, 2008 19:01:11 GMT -6
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OOC: Sorry... I'm working during the weeks now and will only be able to post on the weekends. I'll try to hurry this along. GMing with Redemption's permission.
Zeke looked at Gwendolyn and could tell she was a little on edge still. Duh. He had the gun after all. Redemption seemed like a good guy, flyboy status and all. Zeke would keep an eye on him though. He turned back to Gwen, "I sure pray she is all right too..."
The clock in the corner kept ticking away, and Zeke started to get a little tense. Redemption had been gone a long time, and Evie should be close by. Could something be wrong? He decided to let his mind stay focused and his trigger hand ready, he didn't want any suprises...
Evie stared at the man, she was quite frightened and not afraid to show it. She had a habit of letting her feelings out in moments of deep emotion, like the fear she was feeling right now. Her "letting out" though included a spectacle of gravity manipulation, and her fear triggered the matter movement before she even realized it was happening. The ground around her began to shake and some nearby debris got sucked under the surface of the ground. She herself started to shake and kept her yellow eyes trained on the flying man.
But, what did he mean by "fella that is anxious to see you"? Could he possibly be talking about Ezekiel? Her heart rose in a milisecond, and her spirit seemed a lot higher. Sure, she was terrified. Who wouldn't be? But it was just possible, that Zeke had escaped Black's numerous traps and somehow managed to evade the government's camps as well. Her mind was doing doughnuts, like a race car after winning a race. She spun in a circle, mentally anyways.
She questioned, "You mean Zeke? Please, take me to him, if that's who it is..." The man stepped up to her and lifted her into the air, and they flew towards the center of camp. All around them chaos seemed evident, and some of the nearby mutants were killing guards. In that moment Evie realized that her collar was off, and she was free to use her power. That made her feel a little safe...
Zeke started pacing the medical center like a man desperate, cause that's what he was. He wanted to believe that Redemption would find her, but he was so scared that something might have gone wrong. The clock kept up it's tick and his mind started beating to it's rythym. Tick... tock. Tick... tock. He was possessed by the sound.
Then, with a sudden motion, down came the man Zeke recognized as Redemption. He was holding a blonde haired woman. Evie!!!
That moment can be described as nothing more or less than pure ecstasy. To see the face of the one you love after a long separation and wars with death, it is the highest point of happiness and relief. Zeke rushed to her side and swooped her up in his arms. As Redemption stepped back, Zeke stood there holding her in the style of a groom crossing the threshold with his bride. A beautiful picture of pure love. He looked deep into her yellow eyes and she looked back into his brown ones. They said not a word, their minds screaming in joy. Their eyes told the tale to each other, and that was all that mattered.
The moment held on for what seemed like years, lifetimes. Then Zeke finally broke the amazing silence. "Evie." She replied, "Zeke."
He put her down and then brushed her hair away from her face. She looked almost sad, a mix between that, pain, and true peace. She had been through hell, and he could see it. But he also saw hope. Deep, pure, and true hope. They would be married after all. He reached his arm around her neck and kissed his lightly on the lips. Then stepped closed and held her tight, while she collapsed in his grasp.
His head turned to Redemption. "Thank you... shall we leave now?"
Posted by Cheshire on Jun 14, 2008 20:16:53 GMT -6
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The reunion between the girl and the gun-totter was heart-warming. Gwendolyn gave the pair of them a tight, approving nod.
~ "Yeah, my first visit was long enough."
She was still ignoring Fly Boy over there. That is, until something strange in her peripheral vision triggered her curiosity. She turned towards him.
"Finally taking off that stupid mask, are--? You." The recognition was instantaneous. That tattoos were new, and it was odd seeing his face looking like it hadn't been out courting a meat tenderizer, but the sight of it finally clicked everything into place. That irritating voice. That hint of a punk-ass attitude. A shiver went down Gwendolyn's spine and, just to be entirely clear on the subject, not a good one. "Well." She said simply, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. "That explains that."
~ "as for you gwen after we see these two off name the where and I will take you, I came here to make sure you got out of here, unharmed and I intend to do just that."
Gwendolyn stared at the Fly Boy--no, Gwendolyn stared at the Kid. The punk-kid moronic hothead troublemaker who, the last she'd heard before his escape, had been swearing ten ways to Sunday that he was going to see her dead just as soon as the Camps ended. Gwendolyn frowned her hardest frown at him as he spoke. She didn't know what he was playing at, but if this was it, then she wasn't going to go running off screaming like a ninny. Gwendolyn held her ground with a glower. It was not a frumpy glower.
~ "I am sorry for everything."
"Hmm," she said slowly, rolling the sound around her mouth. "you've either changed, Kid, or you've got a very poor sense of humor. If you're even thinking of taking me up in the air and dropping me--" She had a sudden thought; it sent her eyes open wide, and had her taking an aggressive step forward to poke a finger into his chest. "So help me if you did that to any one of my nurses! You, Kid, are going to take me where you took them, right now. They're going to be safe, and you are going to take me safely to them." She didn't follow that demand with a threat; she didn't really have any threats to make. She just put as much sheer willpower as she could into the order. It would have to be enough, because she was not going to get done in by some scrawny-ass punk.
Her eyes narrowed further as she stopped to look at him. "Your smile is different," she said, like it was an accusation. She'd seen smiles on his face that made her blood run cold. This smile... "It doesn't suit you," she judged. "Too normal."
Gwendolyn re-crossed her arms. "Now, are you all talk, or are we going?" She didn't trust the punk. She didn't not trust him, either. She just didn't take kindly to people showering her with death threats and then trying to sweet-talk her to safety.