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 led them down the path to 'Macy's' and after wheeling them around to face the entrance L fired off the question, "I don't suppose you have any money." In response the Ranger reached into her back pocket and slid out the folded bills. Holding the bills in a manner where the key in the middle wouldn't fall out he thumbed quickly through them and as he slid the bills back into her pocket he announced.
"I have just over a hundred and twenty on me."
"I can help you pick out something nice that'll help you blend in." The Ranger was glad that L had asked so that he wouldn't have to bring it up. Obviously if he tried to pick out something it would take much longer and possibly look ridiculous.
"Uh, yeah. It would be much appreciated." As he responded L broke away from them and went to examine a nearby red dress. While she examined the dress the Ranger scanned the area. He looked for camera locations and two-way mirrors as well as the store layout. It would of course be easier if he were not seven inches shorter than normal.
"Do you see anything you like, Michael? And any big bags?"
"I'm not so sure on the clothin' front, but down yonder they seem t' have some decent sized duffel bags we could stash our current clothes, and more unconventional apparel." As he said the last part he gestured to to his/her torso implying the holster s/he wore and the vest L had on.
“ don’t worry about the prices, just throw it in the bag. 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.
The Ranger looked at the ape-man and his Texas accent in full replied, "The police may be after us but so far we've insured there's no camera footage of us as we resist arrest. Doin' it, mostly, legal is jus' a way to cover our asses. Also, thank you for lettin' us use your card!"
The Ranger was then about to move to head toward where the bags were when the ape-man moved to where he stood behind L and with a questioning look on his face mouthed, 'Michael?.' The Ranger spoke in a hushed voice, "It's a long and seemingly fantastical story and until we cease to fit the police description of ourselves time idn't on our side."
Moving away from the others the Ranger moved over to the luggage and bag section and quickly snagged a pair of bags. They were big enough that one should be enough to stuff all the clothes they presently wore in, but the second would more than likely be needed so they'd have room for the Kevlar vest.
A little over $120? Lenna paused. The blond had more cash on-hand than her! Part of that amused Lenna. For a supposed 'man-in-a-foreign-body', Michael was better off than some might have been. That was good. She had to respect a guy for thinking ahead once he got his 'girl' on. Lenna probably didn't have to state the obvious. He could buy his own clothes.
And she'd help! It was good Lenna's back was turned towards Michael as he sealed his fate. The blond would not have liked the dark and dangerous smile that cut Lenna's lips.
At his answer about the bags, she nodded, still amused. Oh, maybe she'd see how he looked in a frilly pink dress? Or a maid's outfit. Did... Macy's even sell maid's outfits? Or maybe a yellow sun dress. Something yellow might look good on the ranger. Lenna tapped her chin, drumming up the image. A extremely-upset Texan glowered at Lenna in her mind. She'd pictured the hewed hunk from before, rather than the blond girl from now. Sun dresses weren't made for that sort of muscle... and the dress was too short. A good foot or two of manleg was visible below the skirt. The brown-haired Texan looked highly unamused. A dark chuckle rumbled in the back of the mercenary's throat.
The pink giant's comment interrupted the brunette's moment.
>>“ Don’t worry about the prices, just throw it in the bag.”
Lenna turned to aim a bemused eye back at Mr. Steal-While-In-Hiding. No. She shook her head. Just no. Stealing in this situation would draw unwanted attention. If they had the cash, it was better to buy the clothing and get on with it. Thank goodness Michael's comment came to save the day.
"Yes. Ass-saving. That's the true reason for attentiveness to the law. Should we avoid police detection after our escape escapade, it'd be best if these people don't come searching for us later." She folded the red dress over one arm, and walked over to give a closer examination to the dresses near Michael. Lenna snuck a glance back at the 'look' the giant was giving her charge.
"Thank you." For the card, she meant. A credit card here would be most welcomed... though the fact was, cash left less of a trail. If the big guy wanted to deal with potential evidence leading police to his doorstep, that was fine. Lenna was all-too-happy to aid in his decision. "We'll make sure not to rack up too-high a charge." Came the smug addition.
Her eyes narrowed at Michael's next comment.
>>"It's a long and seemingly fantastical story and until we cease to fit the police description of ourselves time isn't on our side."
"I'd love to hear the story later too, if you don't mind." She cut in casually, brushing past a rack of dresses to examine the bags.
~~"The police may be after us but so far we've insured there's no camera footage of us as we resist arrest. Doin' it, mostly, legal is jus' a way to cover our asses. Also, thank you for lettin' us use your card!"
^^"Yes. Ass-saving. That's the true reason for attentiveness to the law. Should we avoid police detection after our escape escapade, it'd be best if these people don't come searching for us later." "Thank you." "We'll make sure not to rack up too-high a charge."
“No problem and don’t worry about price, lets just get in and out of here and on our way.”
Mars simply shrugged about all of the police stuff, in general they had been ineffective. He wasn’t afraid of the nypd, now that the governor was keeping the police away from the sanctuary it was pretty much free play though, they had conceded that he would need to allow them to apprehend those that they could throughout the rest of the city due to the fact he wouldn’t get reelected with no reaction at all.
~~"It's a long and seemingly fantastical story and until we cease to fit the police description of ourselves time idn't on our side."
“ok.” Mars was puzzled now…he had listened to the majority of the conversation and now with this new found giant belt buckle wearing accent or Lori’s he felt like he was missing something.
^^"I'd love to hear the story later too, if you don't mind."
Mars followed Lenna around and tried to stay close enough to remain nice and pale, he would do his part to not tip off the camera’s “ I hope I am not bothering you too much by shadowing you, It just goes along with the don’t notice us theme, and your adaptation seems to be just right for the job.” He wondered if the rupperts had gotten an invitation to her yet. It was puzzling. This was the first one he could get along with, she seemed a bit weak and while he could tell that his strength was a lot lower than usual she hadn’t shut him down completely and it was kind of amusing to play human for a bit…it was about then that it crossed his mind to kidnap Lenna for Lori’s sake. She’d more than likely be able to take showers, which meant they could take showers…if it effected her electricity she might be able to get pregnant even…his eyes ran over Lenna, she was dangerous he could tell in her stance and her lack of true worry that people were firing at her not ten minutes ago, it was fascinating. Was this Lori’s goal? Had she found the perfect adapted for them?
Bags in hand the Ranger moved back toward the women's clothes area. He assumed that L was taking care of grabbing some get away clothes so he would take care of a future matter. He figured that later on when they resume the hunt for Elle the get away clothes would not work as aptly as what s/he presently wore, but the shirt would need replacing.
Moving to a rack with shirts the Ranger thumbed through them looking for a plain looking black shirt. Problem was that he couldn't find a black shirt that didn't have flashy color logos and things on the front or had weird shoulders or sleeves on it, heck one even seemed to have what look liked a black tie attached to it. S/He kept looking, because if he found one he could remove the magnetic ink shooter from it no problem and even possibly fool the cameras with some clever angles.
Finally. After searching for a short while the Ranger comes across just a plain black shirt that only has "WOW!" printed on the front. Sliding the shirts on the rack the Ranger eyes a pair of the shirts that look the same size as the shirt s/he procured at Old Navy. Moving to create a camera blindspot, based on the cameras that he could locate when they entered, he slid the two together, using the bodies magnetic powers removed the ink cartridge from one and then when he unhung the two he slid the hanger out of one of them and then slightly rolled the two together before turning to show the camera what looked like one folded shirt on a hanger. The magnetic ink thing and the hanger lay hidden in the middle of the rack for kids playing around as their mother's shopped to find.
Having taken what seemed like incredibly to long to do was done, he had secured two bags and found a shirt for later. Now the Ranger just needed to meet back up with L and see what she had picked for them. And it would be easy enough, the now pinkish ape-man was with her. He wondered if there was a connection between L and the red man turning pink?
Spotting the pair the Ranger made his/her way through the store, navigating around racks and displays to meet up with the pair of them. "Okay, I got us some bags. They were the cheapest and are large enough, and durable enough, to put our current stuff in. You picked some escape clothes for us out yet?
>>“ I hope I am not bothering you too much by shadowing you, It just goes along with the don’t notice us theme, and your adaptation seems to be just right for the job.”
"Sorry, what?" She muttered dumbly. Just why was the 'big red, then suddenly pink' guy following her again? Adaptation? Huh... and what was the evil eye he was giving her about? It's as if, below that monkey-tailed shell of muscle, he was plotting. A zipper jerked back as Lenna peered into the bag. Spacious, simple. It'd do. She abandoned the bags to Michael's care, and turned to smile at the unnamed giant, hand-on-hip.
"I'm not sure exactly what you mean by 'adaptation'. The only adaptation I've had to deal with today was someone's new vantage point on life, and the gender roles that follow." Speaking of gender roles... "You're a man, right? And men have names? You still haven't told me yours. It'd be nice if I had something to call you, should the situation arise. Mentally, I've been going with 'Big Red'. But that trick you've got going for you... well, if your colors keep on changin', I may have trouble keeping up with descriptions you'll answer to."
She couldn't help but notice Michael making his way towards the woman's clothes area, bags in-hand as she had her little conversation with the bodybuilder. Facing as she was, it'd be hard to miss both the pink elephant in the room, and the pink elephant's beard.
Hmm... she supposed she should be worrying more about the matter at hand than whatever 'adaptation' the big guy was blathering about. Not two seconds after her first string of sentences, she was onto her third. Poor musclemonk didn't have much time to answer. "Actually. For the moment, put those answers on hold. Please," She looked at him with puppy dog eyes more fake than the kind glued on stuffed animals. Hands were clasped! "Help me, Mr. Monkeyman. You're my only hope. I need help picking out pretty clothing for Charge."
His inevitable answer was greeted with a huge smile. "Thanks."
Lenna picked up a dark purple shirt from the rack and looked it over in her hands, then walked over to grab at the leg of a pair of brown cargo shorts, sliding the material between her fingers.
She turned to eye the ranger as (s)he made her hasty, if-not-long-enough return.
>>"Okay, I got us some bags. They were the cheapest and are large enough, and durable enough, to put our current stuff in. You picked some escape clothes for us out yet?
Lenna looked towards the giant. "Not... yet. Listen. Can you head to the woman's dressing rooms and wait while we pick some things out for you? It'll only take..." Another glance towards the pink dresses of solitary confinement, the red Chinese dress of 'kimono dragons'. "A second. We'll pick out something good. Just give us some time." And then she was ushering, ushering, pleading Michael with her eyes. Towards the dressing rooms, yes. To wait and contemplate the elements of your fate? There's a good boy. There's a good girl. "Please?"
He answered that with a smile and another step to follow her. He couldn’t slip up or they’d be ousted by the cameras. Even if he did want to speak, it seemed that when you pulled the cord on the back of this one she liked to go on and on.
~~"I'm not sure exactly what you mean by 'adaptation'. The only adaptation I've had to deal with today was someone's new vantage point on life, and the gender roles that follow." "You're a man, right? And men have names? You still haven't told me yours. It'd be nice if I had something to call you, should the situation arise. Mentally, I've been going with 'Big Red'. But that trick you've got going for you... well, if your colors keep on changin', I may have trouble keeping up with descriptions you'll answer to."
“ ”…He opened his mouth to answer her questions and yup, someone recorded too much audio on this doll. So nice of her to notice that he was a man and treat him like a child in the same breath.
~~"Actually. For the moment, put those answers on hold. Please," "Help me, Mr. Monkeyman. You're my only hope. I need help picking out pretty clothing for Charge."
But, and this was a baby got back sized but, she was cute as a button and could reference star wars.
He opened his mouth, let his jaw hang momentarily and then replied once he was sure that she was going to let him. “ of course.” He noted the rumble that typically came with his baritone was a mere shake in this pale knock off form of his.
~~ "Thanks."
>>"Okay, I got us some bags. They were the cheapest and are large enough, and durable enough, to put our current stuff in. You picked some escape clothes for us out yet?
~~"Not... yet. Listen. Can you head to the woman's dressing rooms and wait while we pick some things out for you? It'll only take..." "A second. We'll pick out something good. Just give us some time." "Please?"
Mars rose his eyebrows at Lori, was she deferring to this woman? he needed to know what was going on. Instead of letting curiousity get the better of him he let his eyes wander across the dresses. His eyes fell on the perfect thing. He always preferred Charge in yellow. He waited for charge to head off, since he sensed a need for surprise. He winked at Lori before she left, just in the moment that L couldn't see.
"Not... yet. Listen. Can you head to the woman's dressing rooms and wait while we pick some things out for you? It'll only take... A second. We'll pick out something good. Just give us some time. Please?" L was ushering the Ranger off to the dressing rooms. The Ranger noticed L glance off while talking to him. The Ranger wasn't exactly sure why she needed him/her to go to the dressing room and wait for her, but she was giving him/her pleading eyes and so s/he decided to just do what she asked.
"Yeah...Alright." The Ranger replied, looking to see where the ladies dressing room was situated. Not far at all. Turning his/her head back the Ranger caught the ape man giving him/her a wink. Oh boy.
The Ranger broke away from the pair heading toward the dressing rooms, carrying the bags and the two shirts still in such a manner as to fool the security cameras into seeing only one. Reaching the dressing rooms s/he found an empty room and after opening the door walked in, shutting the door behind him/her. S/he set the bags on the bench area inside and hung the shirt still on a hanger from the hook on the wall. The other shirt the Ranger set on top of the bags for the time being.
First thing first the Ranger needed to make sure the shirt fit. Finding out later that it was an awkward size would not be best.S/he removed the denim jacket and tossed it on top of the of the bags, next to the shirt, and after removing the gun holster and strap set it on top of the jacket. The Ranger then pulled off his old male self's shirt and threw it over the top of the door, what better way to show L which dressing room than to have it marked by a man shirt at the top. Turning to pick up the new shirt s/he caught sight of his new female form in the mirror. S/he stopped and looked at the reflection, it was a surreal experience to look at a woman and know that it is really you that you are looking at.
The Ranger moved around a little, looking at the body he now occupied. After a short while though the Ranger turned his/her back to the mirror, it was just too unsettling to see himself as a woman and he had had enough for now. Grabbing the shirt s/he slid it on. It fit, just as well as the Old Navy one had and so it would work. Sitting on the end of the bench the Ranger wondered what L would pick up as their get away clothes. S/He knew that the best contrast to what s/he had been wearing would be very feminine clothes, heck maybe even a dress and some heels. Yet, the Ranger really wasn't to keen on the thought of it but since he was in a woman's body it may have to be done for the sake of eventually, maybe, finding Elle and thereby his body.
For now all s/he could do was sit back in the dressing room, in an unladylike manner, and shudder at what L may pick out.
Success! The blond went with it! Lenna scurried over to a shelf of shoes two feet from the homo-superior-in-pink. Her fingers slid into the backs of a pair of red heels, and held them up for him to see.
They weren't in Kansas anymore, Toto. Oh no. She set all she was carrying lightly on the floor, and placed the red shoes on top of it, then turned to face Big Pink. "So far, I've got a red dress and heels for me, a purple shirt for Charge... though maybe that yellow dress over there?" She fell silent as she went over to lift it off the racks. It floated elegantly as she twirled around once. Light, airy, happy little sundress with a bow. Compared to cliche pink, it was a step up.
But still, that didn't stop Lenna from grabbing the pretty pink princess dress and a pair of lance mirrored sandals for later. "Charge would look good in these, right?" She handed the big man the pretty sandals.
Lenna wrenched the brown cargo pants off the rack, and tossed it on the pile. Wow. She already had three different outfits for the blond. Perhaps she was going overboard? It was good that the giant approved of the yellow, though. They'd definitely earmark that dress and color for keeps.
The brunette mercenary turned to face the giant, and see what he'd gotten so far. They'd have to pick out a suit for him, too... hmm... her eyes fell on the Men's Section a ways away. That'd be their next destination after getting things for Charge.
Lenna pressed a hand against her hip as she looked out upon the sea of sharp suits and tuxedos. She muttered casually "Maybe a wedding dress would exceed their expectations..."
Unbeknownst to him Mars sighed over a man, thinking he was sighing over the silly act that Charge was playing on, he winked at her and she skittered away like she saw the swat team barring down on them, it was adorable! What you didn’t know could hit you with a sledge hammer later down the road…whoever said it wouldn’t hurt, had been lucky or were oblivious to pain.
~~"So far, I've got a red dress and heels for me, a purple shirt for Charge... though maybe that yellow dress over there?"
“The red will be perfect on you, definitely a color you should visit often.” Nevermind that he of course thought that red was easily the best color in the spectrum.” Absolutely the Yellow, it offsets her eyes and plays up her hair, Its perfect.”
~~"Charge would look good in these, right?"
“she’d look great, Though the pink looks beguiling, throw innocent on that girl and you’re setting a trap for somebody.”
Mars glanced at the tags and nodded, She had a good eye for size these would fit her Lori in all the right ways.
~~"Maybe a wedding dress would exceed their expectations..."
“Uh, what was that?” Mars didn’t know who this girl was or what exactly was going on…did Lori want to marry him and was acting funny because of it? Was her childhood friend subtly nudging him? …was his imagination getting away from him? Yes.
“ that and people tend to note selling a wedding dress.”
>>“The red will be perfect on you, definitely a color you should visit often.”
"You really think so? I always thought I was more of a 'yellow and blacks' girl, myself." Lenna twirled with the sun dress, then set it down.
>>“she’d look great, Though the pink looks beguiling, throw innocent on that girl and you’re setting a trap for somebody.”
A light laugh escaped Lenna's lips. More of a scoff, really... if he only knew... She'd given ManCharge an inch during their flirtations. She'd taken Lenna's lips. And a mile. Which she ran. Away from them. Yeah. Beguiling behavior belies brutish traps. Got it. Lenna thought. "She tricks people often, then?"
>>“ that and people tend to note selling a wedding dress.”
Lenna's lips slid into a low smirk as she lifted the pile of clothing, and brought it to jolly pink's arms. "Forget I said anything. I think we've got enough for one woman, don't you?"
~~"You really think so? I always thought I was more of a 'yellow and blacks' girl, myself."
“mmm, I think it compliments your hair, and your….Spunk.”
~~ "She tricks people often, then?"
“Not so much that she tricks people as much as she is naturally tricky.”“its like calling a fox , cute. Sure, the fox is cute, but the reason it is cute in the first place is just another layer of its cunning.”
Mars took the stack of clothing in hand and marked again the lack of strength that this woman caused on him, of course he hadn’t had trouble carrying it but if he were red, then he would barely notice that they were even there.
~~"Forget I said anything. I think we've got enough for one woman, don't you?"
“oh, ok.” Consider it forgotten and filled away in the back of his mind for thorough, investigation this will give her enough to choose from. She isn’t typically all too picky so long as it fits.”
Mars went toward the dressing rooms with Lenna in tow close behind, he wasn’t sure if L expected him to stop at the doorway, but he didn’t even hesitate. “ Where are you at, Charge?” he called into the little hallway of changing rooms. He stepped back to let Lenna forward. A frumpy woman with a macy’s name badge surged into the room with all the authority of a colonel in chief.
“Sir! You are not allowed to be back here!”…he hated humans, he hated human’s more when they old him what to do. For a second he thought back to the labs and the guards telling him where to go. His eyebrows furrowed and he grabbed the hag by the throat. He whirled her away from the entrance and toward an empty stall. He stepped in with her. and then took the same hand and swapped it to cover her mouth and just below her nose. She kicked and tried to scream…what a waste of precious oxygen. In a moment her eyes fluttered and she passed out. he let go of her mouth and then shut the stall door behind him. His currently black tail went up and under the door and locked the it, to make the stall look occupied. The arms in his other arm hadn’t been disturbed.
“ Sorry about that I’d rather not have any witnesses until we are far enough for it not to matter. He motioned toward the stall that Lori’s reply had come from and asked. “shall we?”
The Ranger sat in the dressing room staring at the wall to avoid looking at the mirror. The blond hair that framed his/her vision was a reminder enough of his current form. S/He was waiting on L to make her way to the dressing room with their escape clothes. And the Ranger hoped that didn't include a dress, s/he had seen L looking at them and hoped it hadn't been for him/her. Although, as s/he sat there he thought about it, was a dress really all that different from anything else. Regardless of what it was it was women's clothes that he would be wearing, jeans and tee-shirts had seemed to him less girly and thereby it would be less of an admittance of the fact he was now a she. Yet, even jeans and a tee would be women's clothes so it would be the same as wearing a dress.
The Ranger leaned to the side and rest his/her head on the wall. He wanted this hell to end and hoped that after finding or in the process of finding Elle a way to return to his own body would present itself. Then s/he heard the ape-man call out, “ Where are you at, Charge?" Hearing this the Ranger was exited that they were done. He was exited to a point that he was surprised at. From the moment the Ranger had first breathed in air that contained the ape-man's pheromones the female body had been acting. Things had been happening in both the brain and the endocrine system of his/her body. The effects had been subtle and even now were only slightly affecting the Ranger's consciousness.
Moving his/her head off of the wall the Ranger called out in response, "The room with the shirt hangin' over the door." And as he replied he could hear an employee getting up in the ape-man's face, and then nothing until moments later there was the sound of a closing stall and click of a lock. He assumed the ape-man had handled it and hoped that it was not noticed. The Ranger had left the door unlocked and when it was opened s/he stood up.
Spunk... Was that really the best word? Lenna brushed the thought aside as she walked alongside her pack mule. In the back of her mind, something clicked. Pressed back, like the sound of a gun being cocked. She made the connections. This man was a charmer...
Attempts at flattery would get some people anywhere.
Though unfortunately, not to the ladies dressing rooms... Lenna's eyes snapped towards the frumpy saleswoman as muscles cascaded forwards to hold her up by the neck, squeezing the air from her pipes. In one swift move, the saleswoman had dropped into unconsciousness. The giant exited the changing room and locked it, as if nothing had really happened.
>>“Sorry about that I’d rather not have any witnesses until we are far enough for it not to matter." He motioned toward the stall that Lori’s reply had come from and asked. “shall we?”
Lenna slid past the man, towards Charge's location. She waved over her shoulder casually. "Nice work. Couldn't agree more." Taking care of witnesses, before they present a security problem. Basic procedure for infiltration without detection. Good.
She was beginning to see why the Charge this Ranger certainly was not got along so well with the once-red-loverboy, now in pink. They were both crazy. Like foxes. Or otherwise. Not that that was a bad thing...
The door to the changing room swung open. Lenna aimed a one-handed wave at blondie. "Hope you didn't get bored waiting. We dug up some good things for you to wear. And he..." Her eyes veered back towards the clone with a hint of amusement. "Seems insistent on tailing me all the way to the dressing rooms. Guess we have to give him a show? You're just lucky we decided against the wedding dress."
Lenna's hand shot out to grab the set of sandals and the pink dress from the top of the pile in the guy's hands, and tossed them to 'Charge' with a smirk. "Try these on."
The brunette mercenary turned to grab her own clothing off the pile, lessening loverboy's load. The red dress flopped down on a bench in the room. Lenna turned her back on Mr. Stalker, and oh-so-demurely reached up to unzip her coat. She glanced back at him over her shoulder as the jacket slid down. "Don't look, okay?"
A bat of the eyes. Off fell the black leather and Kevlar, into the bag. Lenna bent down to untie her boots. The white camisole slid as she bent, to expose a hint of back.
He nodded appreciatively, he had wondered after the fact, if he was going to have to explain more about why he ‘had’ to do that, but he might as well have been swatting at a fly. To her it was normal, he liked it.
~~"Hope you didn't get bored waiting. We dug up some good things for you to wear. And he..."
The look on her face made him want to reassure her further. “ No really, its nothing bad, You’ll like them.”
~~"Seems insistent on tailing me all the way to the dressing rooms. Guess we have to give him a show? You're just lucky we decided against the wedding dress."
“If you want me to stay inconspicuous its going to be because I am near you.” Could she possibly really not know how she worked? a show? He leaned on the frame; he assumed he was going to have to turn around. his eyes flashed to Lori’s as Elle mentioned the wedding dress to gauge her reaction.
~~"Try these on."
oh my goodness, he should leave, this was getting a bit ridiculous, he could behave him self while another woman essentially told Lori to change into something skimpier.
~~"Don't look, okay?" she said as she gave him every reason not to look away. Sliding the coat off her shoulders and then bending over.
His eyes went back to Lori, she was pointedly looking away from Elle and away from the mirrors for that matter. She was acting odd, since when didn’t she enjoy another woman’s figure?
Lori had recently been appreciating him being in control and making his own choices and ensuring that she was ok with whatever he did and if she wasn’t ok with it, accepting that she got ok with it. “away?” He asked dumbly as the women made a bit of progress on changing. Nothing significant had come off, but there was bending and shoulders and. Two. Yeah. He waited for one of the women to answer other wise, he was staying right here, besides, at best he could only turn around. Not that there was a camera in here. Before they had made any progress on their relationship, she didn’t seem to be opposed to him looking at other women, and had hinted at being ok with more than that.
Lenna opened the door and gave a one handed wave to the Ranger, "Hope you didn't get bored waiting. We dug up some good things for you to wear. And he... Seems insistent on tailing me all the way to the dressing rooms. Guess we have to give him a show? You're just lucky we decided against the wedding dress."
Wedding dress...?" The Ranger's face flashed a look that was a combination of relief and confusion. Thankfully L hadn't picked up a wedding dress, but why had she even thought of it? There wasn't any time to to think about the implications of L considering one, and it wouldn't be needed. It seemed the back up to that was there in ape-man's arms. L reached back and took from the clothes pile ape-man carried a pair of heels and a...pink dress?! And with a smirk tossed them to the Ranger and instructed him/her to,
"Try these on."
The Ranger caught the tossed items and looked them over. He really didn't want to wear these things but time was not on their side and as such sending L back to find something less girly was out of the question. S/He hung the dress on the hook that the shirt to be place back out on the rack hung off of and set the heels on the floor. As the Ranger straighted back up from setting down the shoes s/he saw L looking back over her shoulder at ape-man telling him to, "Don't look, okay?"
The Ranger knew that L was talking to the ape-man but s/he turned to look away from L... and the mirror. He was a gentleman, he may presently look like a lady but s/he'll be damned if s/he uses that as an excuse to compromise his/her ethics. S/He then took a deep breath and grabbed at the shirt, moving to pull it off. Before it was pulled off the voice of the ape-man was heard asking, "Away?" The Ranger assumed the ape-man had not looked away as him/her and L had begun changing, most men probably wouldn't. The Ranger stopped moving for a second and in a non-yelled drill sergeant style called back at him,
"About face!" S/he then waited a second and continued pulling of the shirt. When it was finally removed it was discarded into one of the bags, and then kicked off the flip-flops. The Ranger then unbuttoned and unzipped his/her jeans, slid them off and deposited them as well into the bag. Finally the Ranger reached up and took hold of the dress. S/He slid it on and his/her arms through the holes. The Ranger was not a fan of the open feeling it left. There was nowhere to hide a gun, it didn't go down to his/her knees, and it was a dress! Not to mention that fact it was pink!
Sitting down on the bench the Ranger reached down and picked up one of the heels. Sliding the female foot into the shoe the Ranger tightened the little straps on it and then repeated the process with the other. Pushing his/herself up from the bench the Ranger staggered a little on the heels and then looked to L with pleading eyes. There had been a prior attempt to walk in heels and it ended with a falling female Ranger. Hell, s/he had made a point of leaving the damn things behind at Old Navy. S/He then whispered to L, "I can't walk in heels, and where am I supposed to carry a gun in this!"