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.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
L unzipped her jacket and, much to the Ranger's surprise, wore a form fitting Kevlar vest underneath. And as L unveiled her holsters, which aside from the empty one held two .45 calibers. Who is this that she travels with two higher caliber weapons and a Kevlar vest? The Ranger wondered as he was surprised again by the sudden appearance of a sound suppressor. Which was screwed onto the end of the USP and fired at the window. The smoothness of the execution, and the rapid decisiveness was on par with what would have been seen with a Delta or DEVGRU operator.
“That should save us some time.” L stated before letting go of the Ranger and approaching the window. She then clearer glass from the windowsill and climbed up and over, then reached back to give the Ranger a hand up. The Ranger took her hand and let her help him/her up. He figured that rather than slowing then down by attempting to climb out in a foreign, and shorter, body he would accept the help.
"Now to get the hell away from here.." The Ranger whispered as he surveyed the area around the outside of the building. They had a road in front of them, nothing major but it had traffic on it nonetheless. He needed to find a way to stop traffic so they could cross before the police could get around to them. It had to stop traffic immediately. Looking over the Ranger saw the ladder of the fire escape. It was metal and if it was to enter the road traffic would instatly come to a screeching halt.
"Watch out." The Ranger warned L before facing the ladder and using Elle's power to wrench the ladder from the wall. It was louder than he had hoped and knew that the police may come to check that out. He would have to hurry. The ladder moved away from the building and then slammed into the road, ripping the bumper off of a small black truck as it fell. It then lifted back up and flipped into the oncoming traffic landing ontop of a yellow cab crushing the middle of the cab section. The sound of squealing breaks filled the air as traffic came skidding to a halt. Some rear-ending occurred but it was acceptable given the situation. "Now, run!"
The Ranger bolted for the road, he knew the police would be making their way around the building soon and they needed to be across the road before then. Weaving around the parked cars with people scrambling out of them was easy enough, but the cakewalk that was their escape was soon to end. Another patrol car had arrived. One wheel up on the sidewalk it made it's way around traffic and the navigator spotted the two women running across from the gas station. A loud cracle noise came from the cruiser announcing that the officer was going to use the built in megaphone.
"This is the police, stop running and put your hands over your heads!" The car was not pointed at the two of them but it was only a matter of seconds. In the case he was stuck in this body he could not allow it to be recorded on the dash-cam fleeing the scene of a crime. Immediately the Ranger drew the drew the M1911 and took aim at the camera. First shot, the bullet nailed the headlight. The Ranger now knew how off the sights were and adjusted his aim. Second shot, the bullet went through the glass and blew through the camera. Now escaping the police was a necessity, s/he had just fired at an officer...twice!
It was as if someone had hit fast-forward on the scene. Just as Lenna and the blond had touched down on blessed pavement, the ex-mercenary became aware of several things.
1. Their escape route was blocked by that ever-present traffic New York saw as common fare.
2. Cops were hounding the area.
and
3. Damn, if blondie didn't act fast.
Things only took a second. Michael had brushed past, tearing a ladder from the wall nearby. And Lenna had kept her distance. Let the girly do her thing. The brown-haired mercenary had a sinking suspicion that if she'd gotten any closer, that lovely power Michael was displaying might have spiraled down the drain.
>>The ladder moved away from the building and then slammed into the road, ripping the bumper off of a small black truck as it fell.
A flip, a dip. The cab-driver's eyes widened as death metal careened towards his windshield. The passenger in the back cringed in terror as they tore their eyes away. When they glanced back some time later, all they'd see of the driver was a smear of red and half a skeleton pinned against a silver toothpick. A bit of ketchup on a Taxi Club sandwich.
Tires squealed like itty bitty piglets. Brakes gnashed, metal crashed. Lenna's attention veered from squad car to squad car, taking their formations in quickly as more members of the force pulled in.
>>"Now, run!!"
Her feet hit pavement as she took off after Ranger. The girl hadn't needed to reaffirm their placement in the situation. Lenna knew the time was nigh to flee. The line of the street grew closer. She shot over parked paper-weights like the vehicles were minor obstacles, brushed pedestrians out of her way.
With a final leap, she slid down the windshield of a pick-up truck like a surfer, arms thrust out for balance. Sneakers slapped down on concrete as the megaphone jockey snap-crackle-popped onto the scene!
Michael's distraction had, for the moment, drawn attention towards the streets and off their backs. That was good.
But then he went and shot megaphone's car cam, drawing all that eye-contact right back. The second cop broke out his handgun, undoing the safety and drawing a bead quick as a Shetland pony racing a lawn mower for superiority. Lenna brushed a hair out of her now-rolling eyes as she jerked the handgun up at the cop car. "Pft, shortlived." ...though if she'd been in the position to eliminate evidence she had to admit she'd of done the same thing. And while the gun-and-run did impress her, first impressions did not a distraction make. As the Ranger girl's M1911 took out the camera, Lenna's own gun shattered the windshield.
She didn't have to tell blondie right now, escape had just became their imperative. Rather than make the snide comment, Lenna settled for breaking into a run.
As the cop's partner screamed for backup on his comm., the sights played on Lenna and Ranger's quickly veering backs as they beat feet towards their escape. He jerked his hand left, then right. A single shot ricocheted off the pavement at their feet.
Mars was making way to the seven eleven that was somewhere near by, he was pretty sure it was somewhere around the block to his left. Sirens were wailing to his right and wouldn't you know it Traffic went from stop go, stop go, to stop stop stop. He Let out an annoyed sigh and turned off the Jeep that he recently had grown so fond of. he stood up to see a cab parked half way between two lanes... and several cars around that piled up, that's what you get when you drive four inches from the car in front of you. He then saw something he had not expected to see, Lori and another woman hightailing it away from a cop car demanding their surrender. He slid out of the Jeep and picked it up and put it on his shoulder and began to jog after the pair of women. As he went bounding past He point at the police officer shaking his head. It was the only warning that the NYPD would get for pursuing Lori. He needed the gasoline and honestly the jeep wouldn’t be making it too much further today with out the stop to seven eleven.
A police car sped around the corner and slammed on its breaks cutting both Lori and the other woman’s exit route…he really liked this Jeep too, Oh well.” He cupped his hands around the Jeep and lined up his shot like he was playing basket ball a little fade away hop and the bright yellow jeep went sailing through the air. A few moments later and it smashed the police car with a fantastic sound. Slowly but surely the two mangled cars began to catch fire. He wondered if they would explode. He attempted to gain distance on the pair of women he didn’t have much hope of catching them unless they slowed down. “Hey Charge! Wait up!” he called to the woman letting her know who exactly was dropping cars from the sky, not that she knew too many people capable of that…that he knew of any way.
Holstering the gun the Ranger took off, getting away from the area was imperative. And L had just fired a third round at the cops. There was no doubt they were calling for backup, and possibly some backup with bigger guns. As the two of them ran a shot ricocheted off the asphalt near them. Thank God these guys can't shoot.
Gaining distance on the cops wouldn't be a problem, between calling for backup and dealing with the people involved in the traffic stop caused by a flying ladder, the cops on the scene were otherwise occupied. Yet, that wouldn't hinder the arrival of a new cop from around the corner. "Son of a bitch! How many of 'em are there in this area!" The Ranger immediately took to looking for another way out of the area. Before any route screamed out it was the way a yellow Jeep flew at the police interceptor. The sound of the collision was unbelievably loud and following it was a mangled mess of metal, fiberglass, and fire. The Ranger wheeled around to see where it had come from and saw a large red man with a tail calling out in their direction.
“Hey Charge! Wait up!
"Charge...?" He repeated questioningly. The man was using the word like a name. He wondered who this man was that could throw a car through the air, and why he was addressing one of them as 'Charge.' He then looked to L and asked, "Any idea who this red Hulk is?"
Lenna didn’t know which thing was worse. Between the current gunfire, the headache from earlier, the lovely shock she’d gotten, and her now-frizzled hair, too many things were competing for the title ‘Thing That Put Me Over the Edge’. And now their path had been cut off by a falling Jeep from the sky.
It was just one of those days.
>>“Hey Charge! Wait up!”
“Make up your mind.” She snapped, turning to catch sight of the source of the mess. Her USP rose dangerously, trained on the red giant’s neck. “Either we’re staying or we’re going, staying or going. And at this current juncture, I’d interject; we’d better damn well bolt.”
>>”Charge…? Any idea who this red Hulk is?" The Ranger-girl asked.
“Good question. Charge. Who the hell tells a girl who's running to charge. And for good measure, who goes by Charge? And just exactly whose body are you in that has friends like that?" She did not lower her gun. From the way he ran towards them, calling out as-if towards a friend, she had a feeling he was on their side. The fact he'd slammed a yellow Jeep on the police car in front of them, rather than on their heads helped in slightly lessening her suspicion. But still. The gun stuck where it aimed. If he was a friend, that was great. If he was an enemy, she'd shoot him.
She had to hope it wouldn't come to wasting ammunition on an ape.
"Friend or foe?" Lenna announced loudly as the red-tailed jeep-thrower drew close. "Answer quick and to the point. I've had a hell of a day, and I don't think I have to tell you twice, we're charging."
~~"Friend or foe?" Lenna announced loudly as the red-tailed jeep-thrower drew close. "Answer quick and to the point. I've had a hell of a day, and I don't think I have to tell you twice, we're charging."
He jogged to a stop as the new girl spoke. “Your enemy’s enemy is your friend.” Not quick or to the point, kind of. Another shot rang out into the street and Mars had to wonder why the NYPD was firing into the area if they were not good enough shots to hit them. “one sec.” He pulled the ring of keys out of his pocket that went to the Jeep and launched them at the man still firing. They hit the door he was standing behind and it slammed him into the car, unfortunately for him his arms shoulders and head wear above the door way and his calves and feet were below. A satisfying yelp rang from his lips. He could have thrown it harder, but oddly only wanted to incapacitate the man.
His eyes then fell to Lori’s and didn’t quite get the look that was in them…she didn’t exactly seem happy. He still stood approximately ten feet away from the woman with the gun trained on him why Lori saw fit not to say she knew him he didn’t know; maybe she wasn’t sure if he was Pluto messing with her.
“Well if we are charging, allow me to lead.” He nodded across the street toward a large department store and almost immediately started to barrel through traffic, sliding the cars out of his way as he went. Why people ran down the streets in New York he had no Idea, there was always a store somewhere along the way to get lost in.
“Good question. Charge. Who the hell tells a girl who's running to charge. And for good measure, who goes by Charge? And just exactly whose body are you in that has friends like that?"
"Hell if I know." The Ranger responded without looking back at L. He knew virtually nothing of Elle. Heck, he couldn't even be sure that was her name. But if this red ape of a man knew her than perhaps he would prove useful in finding where she ran off with his own body.
L then called out to the red ape man querying as to whether he was friend or foe. The response came as the age old, “Your enemy’s enemy is your friend.” After which a shot rang out, some rookie cop who never learned how to shoot was firing at them. Before the Ranger could draw the M1911 the ape man threw his keys at the cop. The force of the keys hitting the door in front of the cop was insane. Following that the ape man looked back at the Ranger.
“Well if we are charging, allow me to lead.” The ape man said nodding toward a department store before rushing out into traffic, clearing the way.
Looking to L the Ranger said, "He seems like he knows Elle, and since he is throwing jeeps in our defense, we should probably follow him as he may be invaluable in finding Elle." The Ranger then turned and ran to follow in the ape man's wake.
>>"He seems like he knows Elle, and since he is throwing jeeps in our defense, we should probably follow him as he may be invaluable in finding Elle."
"True." The sidearm found its way into her holster as Lenna turned to nod at the massive mutant. Cars ceased their movement as red feet pounded by. She'd noted the throwing arm on him when he first hurled the jeep. The immobilizing followup with the keys added to the impression. "This guy's strong. Regardless of whether or not he can help us find your body, he'd be good to have on our side. Following his lead~"
To the department store, they ran. A car alarm wailed down the street. Officers spoke in hurried voices on their radios. This was some day, that was for certain.
As they neared the department store, the doorman turned, goggle-eyed, towards Mars. "Er er, I-- this way, please." He settled for opening the door politely with a tip of the hat. It wasn't every day customers that size chose to visit. He might as well be on his best behavior, yes?
~~“He seems like he knows Elle, and since he is throwing jeeps in our defense, we should probably follow him as he may be invaluable in finding Elle."
He still hadn’t even gotten a wink of recognition out Lori. Weird.
>>"True." "This guy's strong. Regardless of whether or not he can help us find your body, he'd be good to have on our side. Following his lead~"
^^"Er er, I-- this way, please."
Mars stepped to the other side of the door. Reaching into his shirt pocket and then handing the polite man a crisp fifty. “ the ladies go first of course.” His eyes flickered around to see if any police officers remained with their guns raised….not that he saw. Get these two changed into something different and he could wear toboggan?...no it was going to take a bit more than covering his hair and they wouldn’t carry clothes his size not that, that would truly matter either. Perhaps they’d split up and meet elsewhere.
Heck he could probably ensure the cops left them alone by creating more havoc in the street…draw their fire. Not just yet.
He looked at the shaking man in front of him concentrating on holding the door and asked. “Do they have a big and tall section here?” he watched as the man opened his mouth and tried to convince his mouth to speak. “Just a yes or no will do, it is ok to say no by the way.” Mars encouraged
The man shook his head no and said “Yes. I mean No.” He finished nodding. “ I uh er er er, they do, just nothing. Um uh er, to accommodate your muscle mass, Sir. I don’t think.”he added just incase they did and the big red man would hold him accountable. White knuckling the fifty dollar bill in his free hand. A bead of sweat rolled down his cheek.
He felt a little sorry for the guy or would have taken the time to if he didn’t start feeling the weight of the cloth on him, and noting that his flesh was turning peach, his muscles were lessoning but not depleted like with and and his tail was still there…the fur on it a sleek black like the rest of his body hair…what the hell! Did charge find herself another adapted to befriend already? He wanted to stay and argue but over a loud speak a police officer was screaming into a megaphone to “Freeze! And put your hands in the air!”
Mars did the next best thing he put one hand in the air, and a finger. Typically he wouldn’t be so crass but his current situation was aggravating to say the least.
Having easily traversed the cleared path to the department store the Ranger turned to look back to see if any police were in sight range. There were none at the moment. Looking back he could see that a man had opened the door for all of them and had stuttered through a greeting and then the ape man handed the doorman a fifty and then announced, “ the ladies go first of course.” Had it been earlier the Ranger might have stalled, but by now he had been one long enough that when that statement came out he knew it was about him/her.
Passing through the threshold of the store the Ranger nodded in thanks to the doorman, who was now involved in a conversation with the ape man. The Ranger felt kind of bad for the man, he was obviously panicking a little while talking to the red hulk figure with fur and a tail. The Ranger surveyed the store, he knew that priority one was to find a change of clothes. The clothes would have to be different for both L and him from what either of them had been wearing, while at the same time not drawing a lot of attention and allowing for a reasonable amount of movement in the event they find Elle she attempts to run on foot.
Looking back outside he saw that the ape man was turning from red to the peachy color of normal people, and the fur black. What in the world? The Ranger was not given time to ask or ponder this odd sight because the police had made themselves known.
“Freeze! And put your hands in the air!”
Now that the police knew where they were, they were on the clock. The size of the store would prove detrimental to the police, as would their lack of a good description of them.
"... That's a nice trick," Lenna noted distractedly. Her eyes hung at half-mast, like window blinds as she walked in past the very-very-red, turning-pink, giant. Why hadn't he done that earlier when he'd rushed at them in public? Perhaps, Lenna tested the hypothesis, jolly red was his natural coloring when he forced his body to expand its muscle mass... all that blood flowing to the muscles had to show itself somehow. And when he went casual, he could do away with the muscles and travel less-detected. Her eyes veered to take in the fleshy pink giant again as he spoke to the doorman, trailing over display mock-ups and mannequins. She shrugged at the thought. He was still an attention-grabber. Losing a bit of mass and coloration was far from the stealth she'd have found valuable in this scenario.
Speaking of stealth... pink dresses. Red dresses. Maybe a nice skirt that failed to impede her mobility? She glanced at the various wardrobe possibilities in the entryway around her.
Highlight on the 'war' here... what would be most practical? Her thoughts were interrupted as a police officer shouted over his loudspeaker.
>>“Freeze! And put your hands in the air!”
Oh, joy. They'd caught up to them. Lenna brushed past blondie towards the depths of the department store casually, flicking the collar on her leather jacket up. She did not know these people. She was just a passerby. Let them think that. Please.
The squeak from the doorman, and the accompanying digit jabbed the plan of stealthy escape so far down her gullet, it caused indigestion. Mrr… She grumbled, stomping back to tug at the monkey’s tail.
"Hey, Peachy-Keen. I don't think that gesture is necessarily helpful to our situation. Mind coming with me so we can find some place to dress down and plan?” She slid in-line on his left. The man’s bulk would, of course, also provide cover. Against cameras, against guns. It wasn’t cowardice to think of one’s neck. It was using the tools at hand to their full extent. Right? “And Mikey. Stay close on my right…”
“So, I was thinking. You might look good in a nice bustier…” Lenna added dryly as she linked arms with giant and man-in-a-woman on either side. “Give the situation a bit of a lift…”
Like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, she led them down the department store’s yellow tile road.
Lori still hadn’t said a thing to him not even a widening of the eyes at his new state of humanness, his tail flicked in protest at the statement.
~~"... That's a nice trick," “OH, this? Its pretty new.” He said sarcastically like it didn’t coincide with her walking up to him. frickin adapted at least she didn’t put him so far out of his mutation that his brothers combined with him…heck he still had his tail, he could deal with this.
~~"Hey, Peachy-Keen. I don't think that gesture is necessarily helpful to our situation. Mind coming with me so we can find some place to dress down and plan?”
“It’s a compromise, he asked for a hand, I gave him a finger.” He turned slightly taking acouple steps with his without turning his back on New York’s finest.
~~“And Mikey. Stay close on my right…”
“Hard to turn you dolls down when you put it this way.” She was already urging him along with them.
~~“So, I was thinking. You might look good in a nice bustier…” “Give the situation a bit of a lift…” Mars eyebrow furrow
“I know you aren’t suggesting that to me.” He was tempted to mess with Lori about what she shouldn’t wear but refrained. If she hadn’t exclaimed his name there must be more too it. she hadn’t said anything to him at all he didn’t think. Weird.
“and really I’d suggest something that didn’t work with your figures, the fellas out there are going to be looking for two good looking ladies, and that, I guarantee you is their favorite thing to chase, unless of course there were three.”
Mars curved his tail around to help support his pants, he had lost some of his girth and was thus holding up his pants.
“you know they might have something that fits me around here now.”
L brushed past the Ranger flipping up her jacket's collar. He ignored her and looked back down into the heart of the store. Since the police had spotted them they would need to change fast, problem being the Ranger was not fashion savvy and finding an outfit that looked like something a normal woman would wear could pose an issue, especially now that there time may be limited. He then looked back to the door and saw the ape-man showing the police their least favorite finger to see. The Ranger sighed, irritating the officers wasn't exactly the best plan. Even more so when you do it while not on the move.
Before long L had stomped back and taken the ape-man by his tail. "Hey, Peachy-Keen. I don't think that gesture is necessarily helpful to our situation. Mind coming with me so we can find some place to dress down and plan?” She had moved to use the ape-man's body as a shield from the police and the ape-man responded in a manner that under normal circumstances would have been comical. L then asked him to stay close to her right, which based on his response the ape-man believed was addressed to him.
“So, I was thinking. You might look good in a nice bustier…Give the situation a bit of a lift…” L stated as she linked arms with the Ranger and the ape-man.
“I know you aren’t suggesting that to me. And really I’d suggest something that didn’t work with your figures, the fellas out there are going to be looking for two good looking ladies, and that, I guarantee you is their favorite thing to chase, unless of course there were three.”
"The most information they would have to relay over the radio right now is our approximate height, weight, hair color, and clothing. Presently their approximate weight for me would be thrown way off by this shirt so something more form fitting could aid in abating the police pursuit." The Ranger stated as he tugged at the man shirt that s/he was wearing."But still, a bustier may be a bit much I think."
“you know they might have something that fits me around here now.”
The Ranger looked at the ape-man who now looked much more like a normal person, plus a tail that was now holding up his pants. He let out a slight chuckle at the sight.
“Who knows? Might be funny.” Like putting a Chihuahua in a cute sweater.
>>“and really I’d suggest something that didn’t work with your figures, the fellas out there are going to be looking for two good looking ladies, and that, I guarantee you is their favorite thing to chase, unless of course there were three.”
“Thought they were more the type to chase anything that moves. I’ve heard about cops in Chicago who arrest people for having similar names to their own family. But, yes.” Lenna’s lips drew into a sneering smile. “A shake-up in the wardrobe department wouldn’t be the worst thing.”
Michael spoke. Lenna listened past the sound of their footsteps in the hall. Approximate height, weight, hair color, clothing. Maybe they’d wear wigs? Lenna nodded passively. It sounded about right. No need to argue. She was feeling snarky, not insane. A subtly-burning cigarette butt in an ash tray had more fuse than her. And the filter was all charred out.
>> “you know they might have something that fits me around here now.”
Lenna swung her chin up to face big pink with a smirk. “Armani tuxedo, I’m tellin’ ya.” Her eyes hopped back to the Ranger. “If the bustier is no-good…”
The path brought them ever-closer to one of the many stores in the department.
Macy’s.
She swung the party around to face the entrance. Overhead, the bright sign read. It looked like there was a sale going on today. Clothes for beings on the run, half-off. Hrm... they could steal it. Right? But then there'd be footage on the security cameras of them doing just that sort of act. "I don't suppose you have any money." Lenna aimed the comment at the supposed 'Charge'. It didn't appear as if she had a purse on her... and Lenna had but the cash in her pocket that moment. 20, 30, maybe 45 dollars?
And judging by the mix-matched outfit the blonde had picked out, Lenna couldn't count on her for fashion sense. "I can help you pick out something nice that'll help you blend in."
A funny thought struck her. If Michael's story was true, then she'd be playing dress up with a boy. She never had played 'house' when she was a little girl. The idea of picking out dresses and pretty things for a manly man resonated with her. It was kind of cute.
The mercenary broke the arm-linking to step forward into Macy's. The first thing that reined in her attention was a pretty red dress. Yes, red was definitely a color that looked good on the people present, she considered. Good on big red before he became manly pink, good on blondie before she'd 'switched bodies' and found a boyfriend she didn't know was his boyfriend. Good on her.
Lenna stood no more than 3 feet away from Mars as she examined the material. It was nice, not silky. Practical. It wasn't too heavy, and the skirt was unobtrusive, ending at knee level. It even buttoned up. Lenna surreptitiously picked at the price tag, eying it. "Hrm..." A bit pricier than she'd wanted to spend today. It also prevented her from wearing her vest. She supposed she'd need a duffel bag for the abandoned clothing if she switched into something like this.
"Do you see anything you like, Michael? And any big bags?"
He raised an eyebrow to the pushy woman or pully as the case may be, apparently she didn’t like the direct conflict approach, between Charge and him they could clear out that spread of five-oh’s in a few minutes , if he could manage to take out a hydrant near them, they might do it in seconds .
~~“Thought they were more the type to chase anything that moves. I’ve heard about cops in Chicago who arrest people for having similar names to their own family. But, yes.” “A shake-up in the wardrobe department wouldn’t be the worst thing.”
^^"The most information they would have to relay over the radio right now is our approximate height, weight, hair color, and clothing. Presently their approximate weight for me would be thrown way off by this shirt so something more form fitting could aid in abating the police pursuit."" but still, a bustier may be a bit much I think."
She looked good in anything he realized, he hadn’t even noticed her tragic attire until she pointed it out. AH, the bustier was covering too much?
~~“Armani tuxedo, I’m tellin’ ya.” “If the bustier is no-good…”
Mars nodded, agreeable to that comment , He loved Armani, the suits they had ordered custom tailored were fantastic.
~~"I don't suppose you have any money."
Mars listened in as the ladies talked shop. He dutifully stood there and feigned patience. How long before the cops just started clearing out the building…He turned around and watched the direction they had come from.
~~"I can help you pick out something nice that'll help you blend in."
What kind of Scam was Lori running that required her to wear a man shirt and need fashion advice?
~~"Hrm..." "Do you see anything you like, Michael? And any big bags?"
“ don’t worry about the prices, just throw it in the bag.” There was a catchy rap song in the next car over talking about shopping and throwing stuff in bags…odd that he remembered it. “ I’ve got my credit card if you guys want to do this on the up and up though, instinct says if the police are already chasing you a bit of theft on the tab isn’t going to hurt anything. They should have back packs around here somewhere, to close to school starting up to not have any, that or we could hit the luggage section.
He moved around to where he would be behind Lenna for a moment attempting to get Lori’s attention. He mouthed the word. Michael? with a question apparent on his face.