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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Venus Stared down at the lithe and dangerous Nine fingered version of Lisa at the front desk of Mondragon Labs. Her name was Noin, He wasn't sure if she was always here or if she had been summoned when a big red man walked in their front door looking unhappy. She was efficient he would give her that but any more of her efficiency and he was going to go nuts. The past thirty minutes he had been told that
"He could not go further then the lobby because he didn't have clearance nor did he work for the labs."
He had tried everything from explaining that he had lived here for months during the registration, in which she responded with the above plus a complimentary dish of " You no longer live her sir and that was a special emergency time." in front of it. Where the heck was Hunter? They had a deal, the Order and the Kabal were allies! or at the very least on a treaty.
He had tried multiple things and he couldn't get passed the lobby, He really didn't want to test security or threaten to put little miss Noin through the door or snap her neck, she was cute and had this lovely little not from around here thing going for her. it would be a waste. So after a long time, he relented and finally requested that his goal be left a message or told he was at the front.
"Listen Noin, I really am sorry, I don't mean to cause trouble but I am hoping that one of the Labs associates still takes residence her or is at the very least in the building. Is there any way you could page or get me in touch with Trista Evans?”
Noin opened her mouth and he mentally swore if she said that he didn’t have clearance to contact her that he would snap her little neck.
“I would be happy to Sir.” Noin said in anything but a happy tone.
She got on a phone facing away from Venus and began to talk into it. And from here he only had to hope. It wasn’t quite like he could stand in front of her door and keep ringing the bell.
“Tell her I am not leaving until I talk to her.”
Noin nodded.
“and that I miss her.”
Noin reluctantly nodded.
“And that.” Venus was caught off by Noin holding up a single finger for him to wait.
Venus wasn’t sure if he was turned on by Noin or if he truly did want to kill her, But as he was here on business about another woman he leaned toward the second. Now he waited. Soon he would get up and start pestering Noin to call again, if Tris didn’t show.
Tris had been having a good night, till the phone call anyway. Trista Evans had planned the perfect night in- she’d washed her hair, put a cleansing mask on her face, her body was lathered in sweet smelling moisturizer, and she’d just sat down with seasons 1 to 7 of Gilmore Girls for a fabulous night in. It would also be of no surprise to some to note the bottle of wine and the box of chocolates were also on hand to subtlety assist in the previously mentioned great night plan. ……That was, until she’d answered the phone anyway.
It was a stupid, stupid decision. But try as she might, Tris hadn’t been able to mentally block out the incessant ringing- besides, it might have been someone important. So she’d answered- it had been a mistake. And it turned out she was sorta right- it was an important call concerning an important someone that had made Tris feel a very important need to…. Blow….. something….. up….!
She had listened warily as someone called Noin politely explained they was at the front desk with a large red furred gentleman who had insisted he be put in contact with Tris.
Tris’s face-masked features, upon hearing this particular news, and knowing in all probability who this ‘gentleman’ was, creased up into a thunderous scowl. It was a measure of her feeling for this man that her complete control of her abilities wavered slightly and the beautifully wrapped, very expensive box of chocolates that had been saved for the special occasion of Gilmore night, was blasted into tiny bits of tissue paper and liquor residue. This destructive display had the impressive effect of Tris’s already thunderous face cloud over even more.
The lady on the phone, not knowing Tris’s particular concerns at this point, continued without regard for the welfare of chocolates or the rest of Tris’s furniture. She went on to say, with a very familiar voice adding things in the background, that the gentleman would not be leaving till he talked to her.
…..There was a sizzling noise and a spark of a fuse being blown and all of a sudden Tris’s dvd player on which Gilmore Girls was going to be shown, sparked its last spark and died.
Tris was then subjected to the most galling, damage laden remark of all. Apparently the hulking red demon out there ‘missed her’…… there was a sharp flash, and the tinkle of shattering glass as Tris's fine bottle of wine and all the lighting in Tris’s Mondragon bedroom were completely blown in the charged emotional atmosphere of the room.
“Yeah, about 4 months too late you JERK!” She yelled into the phone reflectively, probably deafening the poor women relaying her message, but she had been aiming for the incredible disappearing man otherwise known as Venus to hear. She made a low sound of frustration in her throat, almost akin to a growl before lowering her tone and asking the women on the phone to relay her icy words. “You may inform Mister Venus that he has nothing to say that I could possibly want to hear at this point, and I wont be talking to him ever again!” She slammed down the phone and sighed heavily, looking around her, now darkened and debris-strewn apartment. It looked like the perfect night in had been effectively canceled- she would have to call the cleaners to come in to deal with her ‘little accident.’
And all because of Venus.
Tris sighed again, wearily this time as she lounged in her ruined room, thinking this whole situation and ‘him’ must have affected her more deeply than she’d thought. She and Venus had been having this really fun on again off again thing, until it suddenly turned to all off again when he literally disappeared from the face of the planet. One day he was there, the next he was gone- Tris had been worried sick, no one knew where, or for how long, or how to contact him, and it seemed his brothers were MIA too. Tris had known he wasn’t dead- one would have to try awful hard to kill one of the clones, but it had been months and no word, it was obvious Tris was dumped and the devil was simply too spineless to tell her to her face….so yeah, whatever right, Tris has moved on…..or she thought she had- until now.
No, she wasn’t going to let some guy get to her like this, Tris decided, she wasn’t going to let her night be ruined- she was going to have lots and lots of fun...and no one better get in her way. So after calling for repair and cleaning people to fix her room ASAP, she jumped in the shower again, washing the cleansing mask from her face. She was getting ready. She was going out on the town. And nothing was going to stop her from having a darn good time.
Noin’s forced neutral expression wavered momentarily into something a bit darker as she moved the phone away from her ear and back.
“You may inform Mister Venus that he has nothing to say that I could possibly want to hear at this point, and I wont be talking to him ever again!”
Noin’s previously darkened smile perked up a little bit more at this sentence and then even more so as Trista hung up the phone. This little event was solved, she said no and he would have to lave.
~N~“Unless you have terrible hearing I am sure you heard Miss Evans initial response, her more cordial response was that you have nothing to say that she would like to hear and she will never be speaking with you again. So, if that will be all, I think that you would do well to leave now sir.”
Venus’s hadn’t wavered, he smiled at Noin. “Listen, when I said I wouldn’t be leaving til I spoke with her, I meant it. However I think that instead of letting this escalate into some “You leave now / not until we talk” thing that might need reconstruction to clean up. I will sit quietly and unobtrusively right here until I get to speak with her. You can call her one more time and simply state that I am indeed not leaving. And no more drama needs to occur tonight. Also If you do forcibly try to make me leave then, I won’t bother waiting in the lobby and I will make my way to her room to speak with her. Doors and locks mean very little to me.”
“So whats it gonna be Noin?”
He raised an eyebrow at Noin. “I promise best behavior and quiet.” He pointed at a spot in the corner. “ Right there.”
He turned and went and sat in the corner waiting for Tris, or waiting for whatever Mondragon would throw at him to get him out of here. He stood up again and put his hands up to show that he had no weapons and came in peace.
“Noin do you think I could beg one last favor? I need a piece of paper, I already have a pen but I have a feeling that she won’t let me get a word out.”
Noin looked at him and picked up a sheet of blank printer paper. “ not another word or I will go ahead and call security. You have used up all of my good will for today, the rest of the world will suffer for it and you more so if you so much as breathe too loudly.” Noin went back to what she was doing.
Venus closed his mouth which had dropped open while she went on her tirade. He then went back and sat down.
-Tris, I nearly died, I was stuck in the void, give me a minute to explain. That is all I ask. -Venus
He folded the paper into fourths and wrote Trista Evans in careful calligraphy on the side that would be facing the door.
Tris regarded herself in the mirror with a critical eye, scanning for anything out of place. ....Not bad, she decided eventually, mentally following the line of the little black dress that seemed very generous in its following of every curve of her body, accentuated of course, by the very strapy and extremely high heeled shoes and choker style necklace that were her accessories for this evening.
Trista Evans, while wanting to go out on the town and have a good night, had another, slightly childish purpose behind her fantastic get up of this evening- she wanted to look hot, she wanted to look like the darn sexy-est thing on two legs for the ordeal she was about to go through.
Noin had rang again not too long ago- apparently the red furred annoying monster previously known as Venus was just not going to leave until she went and talked to him, Noin had of course explained that she didn't have to talk to Venus if she really didn't want too, but since Slate probably didn't want the rebuilding and redecorating of the foyer on his updated budget of this financial year, it might be wise to get come down and the mutant off the chair and on his merry way the less breakable way possible.
Tris sighed- where was the fun in that?
Oh well, at least when she told him in person she never wanted to see him again, she could have the satisfaction of subtly showing the red giant what he would never have again.....ah, revenge was sweet.
And now....it was show time. Tris took a elevator down to the lobby, taking deep breaths to calm herself down- she could do this.
As the doors 'dinged' and opened,Tris strode out and across the floor like a goddess seeking her revenge, she located Venus and, heels clicking impatiently on the hard floor, went to face her former 'whatever they were'. She extended a hand, and with an imperious wave, aimed her power at the legs of the chair Venus was sitting on, effectively dissolving the chair legs into dust.......(okay, she was supposed to prevent damage, not do some of her own, but that had been worth it, and she would pay for the chair if she had too)....
With cold eyes and an icy tone she stared Venus down; "I don't want to see to you anymore, so please leave." she stated, trying desperately to hold onto her temper and not blow him up yelling where the hell were you all these months?.
Venus fell on his ass, when he was expecting to get frozen and chewed out. It was easy to say he was surprised, He couldn’t help but catch a smirk on Noin’s face.
~~"I don't want to see to you anymore, so please leave."
“I will leave, but after you hear a couple of sentences I have to say, if you don’t want to hear them, read them. I miss you.”
He stood up and then he held out the folded printer paper with red ink scrawled beautifully across the top.
He swallowed hard as he looked at all that he had missed these last few months. “You look great. If you don’t want to hear it, then call me when you do.” His face and posture was composed but his eyes begged her. H spoke volumes with a look that he couldn’t have stated in days. He then began to turn. Toward the door and the newly acquired. Acura NSX
His head down his tail limp and dragging behind him. She was a fun and dangerous girl; It was rare that any one made his pulse race like she did. He didn’t like giving up but if she would just argue or cry or react…something. He was now in the paring lot and frustrated.
He would just come back tomorrow…and the next day and the next…She would at the very least hear him out.
Tris waited, tensed and angry and just itching to blow something up, for her last order that Venus now leave immediately to be obeyed.
....but apparently Mister Hulk over there had the desperate wish to scrap infuriatingly on the thin veneer that was Tris's mental patience- he wanted to talk.
“I will leave, but after you hear a couple of sentences I have to say, if you don’t want to hear them, read them. I miss you.”
......and give her a letter apparently. Tris taking the offered note as an unconscious reaction, eying the paper with a look of deep suspicion.
“You look great. If you don’t want to hear it, then call me when you do.”
And that, apparently was all there was to say as Venus turned to go. Yet, before he turned away, the look in Venus's expressive eyes were filled with such mute pleading and sorrowful silence, that Tris's icy rage very nearly melted- just as it always had whenever he'd used it on her all those months ago.
He then turned and the contact was broken. Tris was herself again and the familiar wrathfullness that fueled her powers returned anew, her own eyes narrowed at Venus's broad back that was striding away from her. To think she'd almost given in that easy to some cheap words and even cheaper look. Venus was a player, had been when they met and still knew every move in the game by the looks of things.....well she wouldn't fall so easy.
She looked down at the letter in her hand contemptuously, her fingers tightening around it, and with a sudden burst of her concentrated power, the letter was nothing but dust. As if a stupid note could possibly explain Venus's pathetically cowardly breaking up actions anyway.
Still looking at the broad red back striding away from her, the vindictive Tris- ever close to the surface of her mind, smiled, and with a sudden wave of a gesture, the molecules that made up the form of Venus were commanded to halt by a force they could not disobey.
Venus froze.
Tris, still wearing that nasty little smile that meant pain was going to happen to other people in the near future, walked up to and around to face the silent red monument. She lifted a delicate hand and blew the dust of Venus's unread words gently into his unmoving face, before suddenly and forcefully driving a six inch heel into a frozen instep.
....violence might not supposed to be the way, but that felt better.
Venus was unaware now, but damn that would hurt in afew minutes.
Tris, feeling much better, stepped out of the entrance to the labs and into the fresh night air, feeling alot better........until her eyes fell on the fantastically awesome car not far from her.
ohhhhhh pretty.
She knew immediately to whom the yummy car belonged- he had always had an eye for these things. And another wicked thought occurred to the ever wicked Tris, and this time the grin that sprang to her features was delighted, not dangerous.
She glanced back at the still frozen red statue in the foyer and bit her lip- did she have enough time? If she didn't reverse the effects herself, she was never sure when her freeze effect would wear off.......but- it was worth a try.
She darted back inside and skipped lightly up to the red mountain, her questing hand slid down his familiar frame and away to his left side pant pocket, pulling out the prize she knew she would find there- keys.
Not knowing how long she had left, but kinda wishing it wasn't long so Venus would see the result, she ran back out through the front door and out to the waiting car, keys in hand.
Before long she, laughing in delighted mischief, was driving away from the labs at high speeds in Venus's beautiful new Acura NSX.
Oh he was doing this sooo just right, she would be saying “wait Venus any moment now and they could go out like he had wanted to, ever since the void stay with all of them it had loosened up the radius that they could leave Abyss’s side by leaps and bonds, they wouldn’t have to worry about where they were or having the boys keep up. He could picture the look on her face when he told her just how much he honestly missed her, even among the addictive bliss.
And then a cosmic pause button was hit.
When he blinked next he new exactly what had happened. He coughed and sputtered a mess of paper away from his face, running his hand to clear it. His leg then tensed in a way and his language burst in to an explicative! “*****” He turned to Noin and then smirked. “She didn’t read the letter did she?” he smiled slightly through a grimace and then started limping slightly to the door. What did she do to him?
“Well Crap, he said as he got to the door.” He patted his left pocket and nodded to himself. Noin could you call a cab for me? It’d be nice of you, and I could get out of your hair today. Also, you should be expecting a package or two for Miss Evans. You might get permission to sign for her, from her. Make a stamp maybe?” Noin smiled a most pleasant smile one he hadn’t received yet and then picked up the phone.
He waited for the cab outside and had time enough to think about what exactly it would take to get her attention. She liked fast cars… hmmm that would be a good start. He had the cab drive him out to an exotic car lot, they new him there and would know him better after today. His main guy chip would be bringing home the bacon tonight. Venus knew how to live lushly and he didn’t take mony seriously, not since Fort Knox. It was all funny money. He quickly observered the floor and made a spilt second decision. He pointed to a Saleen S7 “that one, do you have it in black? Of course you do Chip. I want it. Now in fact, lets not bother with haggling” Chip was nodding like a bobble head from the moment he pointed toward the car.
“I will need it sent here in eight days.” He put an address. “Do you have a computer I could borrow?” he said as he handed over his black card. Chip went to his desk and logged off his idea and clicked on guest he then presented his computer to Venus. Venus methodically went from jewelry site to jewelry sight sending all sorts of things to Tris. Everything was something she would like. He then went and found a great chocolate site and sent her a ridiculous amount of chocolate. Next cam the flowers, every kind he could think of would be going her way, he even sent fruit bouquets. Each of the presents had a note attached. Please call me, we need to talk.
All and all he was helping out the economy in a fanatical way today. He set it u so that the gifts would slowly start to trickle in and then by the third or fourth day it would start to rain, by the seventh it would pour. On the eighth day, they day he had planned she would definitely break by, if for no other reason then to stop the madness. On that day the car would show up. He had finally finished with his shopping onslaught. And then he grinned up at a bewildered Chip. “ Chip does your wife like jewelry?” he left the computer on and his account signed in. “ Pick her something out nice, whatever you like and then click enter and sign off for me. After your done, if you could arrange to get me a ride home I’d appreciate it. Between the cars and the gifts he had spent enough money to get her attention a million times over. However, she wouldn’t let him talk to her so, she got this. Why he was rewarding her for her behavior. He didn’t know, he just knew that he liked being on the favorable side of that woman preferably, in the buff.
Tris went out- she drove too fast, she danced too much, she had way too much to drink, and generally aggressively tried to throw herself into anything 'fun' that night. So much so, one might wonder that she was avoiding some issue or person with reckless abandon.....well, avoiding or, maybe over acting a little, like say if such a person managed to track her down using his stolen GPS system, he would find her having the time of her life. But such a visit did not come.......which was a good thing obviously, just surprising- she would not have thought Venus would have learned to take a hint in such a short number of months. But welll- that just proved his disinterest, Tris thought it good to have her suspicions validated. Venus was the past, and in the past he shall stay…
By late the following morning, Tris was tucked up her own lovely bed (yes the Mondragon Lab refurbishing team were just that good). A ‘DO NOT DISTURB ON PENALTY OF PAIN’ sign was planted on the door, and the lab staff knew better than to disturb her unless it was of Slate level importance, so Tris slept away most of that day and nursed a hangover for the rest of it. She saw no one and did nothing, and generally tried to keep fluids down in a not move around much sort of way.
The following day, feeling much better, one Tris Evans ventured out among people again. She was paged to the front desk of the Mondragon complex, and wondering greatly if she was going to receive another visit from ‘you know who’, went with a wary look to her features.
Speaking to Noin however, revealed, that while this page had been about the red demi god like person she had suspected, he wasn’t here as such, but he had sent her some gifts. -A beautiful bouquet of flowers. -A gorgeous selection of some of the finest chocolates in the world. -A simple yet elegant diamond necklace. All with the same note attached. ~We need to talk, please call me~
Tris gave a derisive laugh as she read the notes from her newly acquired presents. Well it seemed Venus hadn’t quite given up after all……he wanted to talk, but that didn’t mean she had to listen. Telling Noin to send any other packages straight to her room, she screwed up the notes into little balls and tossed them in the nearest waste paper basket.
Yes, to the untrained observers eye, it might look like Tris was being particularly harsh with Venus in not even letting him say what he had to say to her, especially when he was trying so hard. And Tris herself might agree if she didn’t vividly remember the day she went to look for Venus and then any of the clones and they weren’t there. And then four months goes by with no word and suddenly Venus reappears and wants it to be business as usual- Tris had other ideas…. No, she didn’t want to call him so she wouldn’t, she would simply take these presents and leave it at that, after all, Venus would get bored eventually, and if she got some pretty things in the mean time, all well and good for her….
In retaliation, Tris had Venus’s car returned to the Sanctuary with a big, pink bow around it, and a note attached saying ‘thanks for the memories.’ …..
By the forth day even the stubborn Tris, holder of the fiercest grudge and lover of any sort of present, was thinking ‘okay, this is alittle much.’ She was sick of chocolate. The smell of exotic fruit and flowers in high volume and in a combined space was making her nauseous. But the boxes of jewelry were cool, after all, a girl could never have too many diamonds and such. And the ‘gifts’ just kept coming. This was getting ridiculous, but Tris was stubborn too and Venus was going to have to work a lot harder if he thought all this was going to crack her. Besides- Flowers, chocolates and jewelry- could he be any more generic?
…..
On the seventh day the rain of parcels and presents had turned into an avalanche, and even with passing on fruit baskets, chocolate boxes, and flowers on to the catering staff to give to any who would want them. Tris had to take up quite abit of man power and space in one of the storage rooms to store the rest of the accumulated items.
But she gritted her teeth and did not call him, despite what some of the staff wanted her to do- Tris Evans would not be brought…
….
On the eighth day, the avalanche of gifts continued with one slight addition. Out the front of the labs, Tris was called to look at her latest present. It was black. It was shiny. It looked fast even in stillness. It was a Saleen S7.
Wow- Pretty The grin Tris was wearing turned into a sigh of defeat as she did the thing she had been promising herself she wouldn’t do for a straight week. She got out her phone and dialed Venus’s number.
She didn’t know if she wanted to, but this had been too well staged, and props were due to such a master.
The line connected and someone picked up.
Before he could say anything, Tris burst out in an exasperated tone, a definite continuation of their last conversation.
“You, preferably dipped in chocolate, if you have any laying around.” An equally exasperated voice answered. He had thoroughly hoped that it wouldn’t have taken an extremely expensive car to get a phone call, what kind of precedent was he setting? He wanted the car and other stuff to be a hooray you forgave me gift. Now he was going have to take her on a cruise or something.
“Wait, there’s more!” He said urgently not taking back his previous statement, merely adding to it and then he spit the rest out quickly to make sure she heard it. “I want to explain, we almost died, and Abyss went into the void. We were stuck. Up until a day before I came by. And that say was chaos and exhausting or I would have come strait there.”
He set silently on his side of the phone waiting for a dial tone or a response. “Sorry if I went over board but being able to let you know what was going on was easily worth it, if you don’t want to talk or see each other, I understand, but I didn’t wan to leave it with you like that.” For Venus that was saying a lot how many girls had he not only not called back, but called back to get the point across. Or left a note saying something about thanks for last night but I can’t stay for breakfast.
“You want to go on a cruise?” Venus asked in all seriousness. He rolled out of his bed that had actually been empty except for himself most of the week. He walked into his bathroom and hopped into the deep tub. Running the water lightly as to not disturb their conversation but hint at him being naked. Would that help his case? He certainly thought so.
“You, preferably dipped in chocolate, if you have any laying around.”
Despite her annoyance, and Venus’s exasperated tone grating on her temper, Tris’s lips couldn’t seem to help twisting up into a tiny smirk at Venus’s comment- not that she would ever let him know that of course.
She simply waited, her cold silence echoing down the line. Venus took the hint.
“Wait, there’s more!”” He hurried to clarify. “I want to explain, we almost died, and Abyss went into the void. We were stuck. Up until a day before I came by. And that say was chaos and exhausting or I would have come strait there.””
Tris blinked, the only outward sign of the total mental crazy spin this news had sent her into. Was this a trick? Was Venus bluffing? Or by some strange twist of fate, was the ultimate player boy Venus actually telling one of the female gender the truth. That would be a first- a skeptical train of thought voiced in Tris’s mind. …….was the story that he didn’t disappear on purpose the truth? The usual fire that sustained her anger, stuttered and flickered- she didn’t know what to think. Part if Tris really wanted to believe this explanation that so easily explained away 4 months of worry and anger…but the other part of her didn’t know if she should trust Venus to actually do the whole ‘honesty’ thing properly.
“What…….Are you serious?” Tris asked, her voice quieter, sounding almost confused, her certain and valid rage at Venus now seeming to lay upon a foundation of smoke.
“Sorry if I went over board but being able to let you know what was going on was easily worth it, if you don’t want to talk or see each other, I understand, but I didn’t wan to leave it with you like that.” ”
Tris laughed, but the sound still rang with uncertainty. “Over board seems to be abit of an understatement when it comes to you.” Her statement wry with other remembered incidents of not so slight over compensation in the generosity department.
“You want to go on a cruise?” ” Venus’s next question brought a more nature laugh from Tris, as he proved her point about his grandiose nature. Tris was still laughing as she heard water running in the background of Venus’s call- she could imagine what he was doing…..sneaky devil.
Venus’s next comment proved Tris’s undoing, and also underlined what a sneaky red devil Venus could be. “I’ve missed you.”” Simple. Effective. Designed with all the sincerity to melt any girls heart.
Tris sighed- she couldn't resist; “I missed you too.” She admitted, the words almost dragged from her against her will, words that she had not wanted him to know passing through her lips, into the phone and to his ears.
And then another announcement she had swore this morning that she would not ever say. “I’m coming over.” But things had changed now- right? Or was she being played even now? "Oh, and have a shirt on by the time I get there please." she teased, some evident of her usual humor evident in her voice.
She got in her shiny new car and drove to the Sanctuary, aiming to find out what was going on.
“I am very Serious. We were off to make some statement, We were surrounded by tons of swat out of no where and they started raining down bullets on us, normally we would fight our way to cover but, there was nothing but death, So Abyss secured the rest of us in the void and hoped in himself , Apparently when Abyss enters his own void, it loops and becomes this, distracted land of nothing and it seems perfectly right when you are in there. It is hard to explain, time leaped by and as it went we grew more slovenly. Days turned into weeks up until the point that someone we knew was on the outside of a car and it spurred us into action and freed us long enough to escape the void. I know it sounds ridiculous but it’s the truth.”
~~“Over board seems to be abit of an understatement when it comes to you.”
“Well,I couldn’t help my self I wanted this phone call that bad. I figured at some point you would either call me to demand that I stop, or hear me out.”
~~“I missed you too.”
A relieved sigh fled through the receiver, It was the sigh of a man lost in the desert as he found an oasis that wasn’t a mirage. ~~“I’m coming over.” “really?” The lost man fond not only an oasis but a goddess potentially within. "Oh, and have a shirt on by the time I get there please. “Just a shirt? Or all that other stuff plus a shirt?”
He asked in a matching tone. He hung up the phone after a short good bye and proceeded with a hot but quick shower. Next was a shave, getting rid of the stubble that said he was love sick and letting his appearance show it. Cologne, a pair of silk boxers, black and white pinstripe slacks, suspenders, White tank top, black and white wing tips over black dress socks and black fedora with white ribbon another quick dash of cologne. He then straitened up his room quickly and changed the radio to something that would give the same effect he had initially when wooing the woman. He then made way out to the front of the sanctuary. He picked up a pair of cars gently that were in front of the sanctuary and moved them into parking spaces across the street. He went back across the street and waited for the woman that was worth all of this trouble and her black shiny car that he was only slightly jealous of. But she had returned his car, so it wasn’t any big deal. Besides that car had finally gotten him his phone call,
He leaned up against a nearby street lamp feeling very nineteen twenties vintage and listened for the distinctive sound of a S7 being used properly.
If Tris didn't have a somewhere to be, she might have taken more time to enjoy the first ride in this magnificent example of machinery. As it was though, her mind was preoccupied and the journey was too short to really experience the vehicle- there would defiantly have to be a next time.
She pulled up into a space right outside the golden doors of the Sanctuary (which was darn lucky, since the place was always so busy), and found a 19something style Venus leaning against a lamp post in wait of her arrival.
She grinned as she shut off the purring engine- she couldn't help it. She still wanted to get the full story of the clones absence, and by God, if Venus was lying to her, there would be hell to pay but......it would good to see him just the same.
Sliding out of the sumptuous vehicle, the trademark wicked grin was still plastered on Tris's face as she adressed her audience of one. "Hey." She leaned against the car- happy to be there, but cautious and keeping her distance for the moment. All the same, she let her eyes roam in a totally obvious way over the form of Venus, appreciating the vintage costume over well muscled body. "Nice threads, love the hat.......Suddenly I'm feeling under dressed." She commented, before gesturing down at her own, blue sun dress clad body- she hadn't known it was dress up day at the Sanuctary. "Do I get a costume too?" she continued, not at all above alittle.....or alot of teasing.
~~"Nice threads, love the hat.......Suddenly I'm feeling under dressed."
“Thanks, and no, you look breathtaking, as usual.”
~~"Do I get a costume too?"
“Do you want one? I am sure we could manage something,” she wasn’t thinking about the small collection of things that she might try on if she were so inclined in his closet, he was overly prepared for several types of debauchery if she were interested, and she knew it. He certainly didn’t feel like it was a costume, if he didn’t belong to a modern day group of untouchables, no one did.
“First things first though, you don’t believe me do you?” He wouldn’t have known if all he had to base it off of was her easy grin, but something about their phone conversation said she found him suspect. “I was thinking about it and I was going to suggest that you ask Lisa if she enjoyed her months away from Pluto. He harasses her every chance he gets, and I will wager that the answer will be convincing enough to put you at ease. Or you can ask anyone where we went. or more subtle questions.” He shrugged as if it were her move and he nothing to hide. He certainly didn’t either, they had never been exclusive so he wouldn’t have tried to hide any extracurricular partners he might have acquired, but the fact was that every other girl he had talked to hadn’t been stuck around long enough to notice that he had gone missing. So really if she wanted some sort of loyalty, well he hadn’t been with anyone else in months and there fore was at his most single.
As he walked over toward her knowing full well she could freeze him any ole moment she wanted to, but if he had it his way, he was going to walk up and kiss her in such a way that said more than his words could. His eyes and movement said it all, she had been warned. He stalked up to her slender frame and prepared to tilt her back in a kiss that would make her happy his arms would support her, of course it wouldn’t take a mutation to stop him either. She could simply use her voice as well.
He didn't hear any pleas to stop, he didn't feel the pause button on his mind and body inflict a command of stopping. And so he scooped her up and tilted her over in a photo op, that any sailor would be proud to show up in in a black and white photo. His mouth pressing to hers soft and firm closed and then open,his mouth seeking to connect their beings in a way that hungry passion demanded. He moved to answer ever movement that she answered in turn. He didn't intend on letting her go any time soon, his other hand moved dow her side past her hip and all the way to her calf lifting it around him in a way that was meant for the bedroom by any even remotely modest person. at some point he finally decided that air and breathing was important to so he he released her lips from his in an almost painful parting. " had I mentioned that I missed you?
~“First things first though, you don’t believe me do you?”~
“Not as such.” Was Tris’s muttered reply, but smiled to take the sting out of her words. It wasn’t that Venus wasn’t trustworthy exactly, its just he had the potential to be very untrustworthy indeed, and Tris was just…..being Tris- having fun and all, but waiting for that inevitable other shoe to drop.
But, to be fair, Venus had give her some good ideas on how to validate his story, and she fully intended to do just that and follow up on her new leads. And she would. …..In a minute- it seemed she might just be alittle busy for a while. If you were familiar with the signs as Tris was, your heart might begin to race, in a nerve tingling, excitement kind of way- Venus was stalking her, which, as far as Tris was concerned at this point, was a very good thing.
He walked towards her slowly, the stride purposeful and confident- overly so, some cynical people might say. And he had that look and co#ky smile combination that said ‘I know you can freeze me or worse, but I just know you wont…..prove me wrong.’
Tris smiled a sly smile as a response, her hands flexing as if in indecision about whether to put a pause on this little show or not. But it was all a show; she did nothing- as he had known she would, the cheeky sod. The reaction to him predicating her response, both infuriating and inflaming at the same time.
He had reached her by this time. Heated skin matching heated skin as the two differing yet corresponding bodies drew ever closer. Hazy brown eyes stared up into their black counterparts above her as Venus paused with barely any space left between them, drawing out the suddenly charged atmosphere. Memories surfaced- Venus had often done that…before, not so much to tease and torment (unless that behavior was deserved), and not because she’d frozen him (except for a couple of times), but because of the unspoken agreement he always offered, that this was a partnership of equals, and what we do, we do because we both want it to happen…. She remembered, and she remembered she had loved that about him. And by her silence and immobility she offered that consent.
The gasp closed, their lips met, and Tris found herself literally being swept off her feet and ending up at a new angle after being dipped and caught in strong arms in true old time movie star fashion. She wasn’t exactly caring about that right now though, as her lips, and her focus were someplace else.
Tris sighed into the kiss and melted against him, the aforementioned lips meshed and melded with their counterparts, both participants it seems, wanting to take the lead in this passionate entanglement. Hands found themselves wandering up and over strong shoulders and relearning old paths they had traveled in slow and circular motions down the plains of back and waist before completing the circuit again, and breath and pulse rate were again quickening in reaction.
When Venus eventually broke them from the kiss and Tris was again more able to be aware of her surroundings, she begun to be conscious of, not so much the fact she was curved around Venus in a way that left little to the imagination, but more that the little imaginations who happened to be looking were getting a rather good show of the two as they were in a public place.
……oh well.
"Had I mentioned that I missed you?”
“I missed you too…..not that I wanted too…..It was annoying.” Tris winked as she laughed, confessing in the same slightly breathless voice as Venus, the signs congruent with their bout of heightened activity. “So, how bout we get inside and stop giving the nice people a free show. Besides, I think Lisa needs to be interviewed quickly so we can go and discuss our issues in private.” She grinned her trademark grin. “Don’t you agree…”
He tried not to be concerned with that, though he couldn’t exactly argue the point now could he? Simply because he was the very incarnation of Free love. That didn’t make him untrustworthy did it?
Everything, Everything that he had wanted and missed while he was in the void he had in his arms, and the rest he considered obtaining right here. Right now. His mouth certainly believed that they should proceed as if they were the only two in the world much less on this street. And with the ample response that he had received from Tris’s, well he wasn’t quite sure if she would mind so much being on the hood of her new car.
Erhmmm. Right, he needed to get her inside to show her more thoroughly how much he had missed, by telling her properly in anything but words.
"Had I mentioned that I missed you?”
“I missed you too…..not that I wanted too…..It was annoying.”
A small laugh sprung to his lips “Well, I am glad that you did. As far as being annoyed well I can’t say I mind rating that amount of attention, I really am sorry, If I could have told you I would have.”
“So, how bout we get inside and stop giving the nice people a free show. Besides, I think Lisa needs to be interviewed quickly so we can go and discuss our issues in private.”
“ I dunno, a little education never hurt. Though I suppose we might not want some privacy for our disscusion.”
“Don’t you agree…”
“Yes, Yes I do.” He said finally beginning to release the leg that he held still wrapped around him, one more quick press of lips and he settled her leg back down on the ground. “Right this way, if it seems that I am anxious while you talk to Lisa, well, I miss our chats.” He held out a crooked arm to walk her to the golden doors and then threw them.
Lisa set at her desk typing; She looked up from her screen and kept typing anyway.
“A little warm outside?” she raised her eyebrows at the pair slightly and and allowed her self to raise the corners of her mouth in the slightest of smirks. If you knew the woman, then her smiling even slightly, and saying anything slightly less the absolutely professional was to see anyone else streaking through the streets screaming at the top of her lungs. Was it Friday?