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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
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.
Like a bat out of hell or a hawk diving for a jumping fish, the winged shifter dove for his target as she continued to run. One thing for sure was that his prey wasn’t going to get off easy, not after what he went through. Another thing that was made clear was that the masked villainess had been slowing down, which meant that she was getting tired. ‘Good’ thought Carrick as his wings continued to gain him ground. The bushy brown tail behind him flicked in the wind excitedly throwing a pine needle into the air.
The winged shadow of Carrick quickly caught up to the woman, it was a matter of seconds then when Carrick folded his wings behind him and lost altitude and wrapped his arms around the woman forcing her to the ground. Still he didn’t want the hurt the woman, no matter what he put her through psychological damage though, that was defiantly still on the table. Hoping that the woman was still afraid of heights he still thought about the flag pole or empire state building somewhere high where the only safe way down was flight, something that put her at the (self proclaimed) lord of the skies mercy.
They rolled and Carrick landed on top of her his legs at both her sides and her back to the ground, ”Ha!” Carrick said loudly giving the woman a toothy grin as he looked to the (still covered) face of the thief. ”Not so great no ‘re you?” Carrick asked his tail mimicking a cat’s right before the kill.
However he did not go in for the kill, his wings remained open so he could comfortably sit on top of his target long enough for her to say something, apologize, and beg for mercy or the latter. Mismatched color eyes fixed on the face; Carrick quickly studied the facial features. ”Now, tell me who you ‘re and why you did it before I decided what to do with ‘ya!” Carrick said confidently sure he had won this game of cat and mouse.
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Almost there, almost there, almost….yeah, it’s not working. Try as she might, Liz vould not spontaneously develop the ability to warp space in order to appear at the mansion in the next step. Guess she was stuck with the hand she was dealt. Which meant she had no chance at all in outrinning Carrick (unless he somehow ran into a bunch of turbulence, which seemed unlikely). On the plus side, though, all that running was great exercise and kinda fun,despite the pain in her legs and her side.
So it was nearly a relief when Carrick strong arms wrapped around her waist from behind and took her to the ground. They tumbled and rolled around on the ground (definitely scuffing her boots) until Liz finally landed on her back, pinned to the ground by an avenging angel. It was perfect. Er, the ground was perfect. So flexible, gently conforming to her body pressing against it. The grass was soft to touch and felt great on the back of her hands where she laid, arms stretched out to the sides in careless abandon.
Liz breathed out, chest still heaving from her run. Tension drained out of her body and she just relaxed on the wonderful mattress-like ground. She completely missed Carrick first cocky victory glib and his predatorial smile. The smile on her face was evidence she hadn’t heard anything. But of course, her lips were hidden from the world by her scarlet bandanna.
She only started paying attention after the initial rush of having her burden lifted wore off. Just in time to hear Carrick’s interrogative threat.
She started laughing. It wasn’t a deep belly laugh or anything (he was sitting on her tummy, after all) but it was nonetheless an audible manifestation of mirth. Carrick’s voice, beautiful as a harp on a good day, became so much hotter when he got angrier. His accent increased! The lilting phrase used on her set her giggles off, making Liz convulse with laughter. He was just too adorable to be taken seriously!
Elizabeth’s eyes glittered as she pulled her bandanna down, exposing her entire, beaming face. “Oh Carrick,” she finally managed to say through the chuckles, “Can’t a girl play hard to get?”
He had won and she was laughing, the winged mutant didn’t quite understand. He frowned mismatched eyes stared at the red bandana and he was starting to wonder if this game of chase was nothing more than a game to the girl he was now atop of. It was then everything started to click, the chase the fact she knew where his seeds were and then the laughter, he had heard it a few times before but it wasn’t until she was really laughing did he understand who it was.
She removed the bandana and he jumped up and his wings carried him off of the girl as she spoke. Normally it would take a bit to embarrass Carrick seeing as he loved attention and was a former circus performer but when ever Liz was around for some reason he was always close to showing a little color in his pale face. Color flushed through his face as he let out a small gasp, ”Et tu Liz?” Carrick said trying to ignore her hard to get comment because that would just mean it was insinuating something that possibly, could, maybe, happen or has happened.
Carrick’s wings ruffled slightly as his tail flicked behind him showing he was venting his current irritation knowing that he wouldn’t be able to stay mad at her for long. ”You owe me some food now…” he said looking down at her. Walking forward he grinned slightly, ”You were bout a few seconds away from learning how high the empire state building is.” he let out a small laugh and offered her a hand up.
”You go further than I do for attention.” Carrick said knowing he had his moments when they were far worse. ”You know, could’ve just said ‘Hey care for a walk round the mansion, or how about we go for a fly?’” Carrick said trying his best to mimic Liz’s voice in her higher pitch voice than his own.
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The frantic way Carrick practically flew off of her forced Elizabeth back into the giggle-box. Was he embarassed? Of her? Awwww! Up until her unveiling, he’d been threatening and yelling and seemingly out for blood. But with her identity exposed he suddenly doesn’t want too close? It couldn’t be because she was female, because that was pretty obvious and he’d still been contented to tackle her.
She partially tried to roll over as more giggles welled up. Oh, that was just too much! And the look on his face. Was that a blush? If only life were a movie and she could see a close-up view of Carrick’s face at the moment. As preoccupied as her mind was, she completely missed the Julius Ceasar reference. Disappointing as that was, Liz would’ve agreed with its usage.
Graciously accepting the offered hand with what little elegance that remained, Liz somehow got to her feet and took the opportunity to lean against the boy. As she struggled to keep her balance while occasionally chortling, of course. Yeah. That was her only reason for the close contact. “Darn,” she grinned. “I’ve always wanted to the see the Empire State Building. Guess I’ll just have to wait for another day, then.”
“Now, now, Carrick. Where’s the fun in that? Besides, you were still asleep. And I had nothing better to do today. And I actually needed the birdseed for something. So really, this is like taking out a flock of birds with a single pebble.” She peered at him impishly. “Besides, we’ve already walked and flown." Much farther than Liz would’ve wanted to normally. The mad dash from Carrick’s room to the kitchen to the maze to the forest and then to the final showdown had covered a ton of ground. And her legs were feeling it.
“But I’ll make it up to you. Why don’t you take me back to the kitchens? I’ve got a surprise for you.”
Once she was on her feet she almost fell over again if it wasn’t for his small body bracing her she would have hit the ground it seems. The angel was now a crutch as well. Something Carrick thought quite amusing until he realized she was so close to him. Carrick breathed in through his nose his nostrils were filled with the smell of her hair and his heart started to beat a little faster, causing him to get a little red in the face again. Multicolored eyes closed then opened again trying to force the color in his face back down.
To her first comment he simply replied once again, ”All a bird has to do is ask nicely.” he refrained from adding anything to the comment other than a small chuckle himself mainly because he had wings and she had a bird herself. Stepping back he shook his head, ”True I do like my sleep, but I think if you wanted to go on an adventure I’ve got some red bull.”
Now that there was a little distance between the two he saw the look he was giving him and he let out a small snort, ”Nico can get his own birdseed and I don’t think you’d be able to take me down with a mere pebble, no a rock would be more affective and with your throwing arm…” Carrick leaned forward a bit sticking out his tongue, ”Good luck!”
Leaning back upright his tail twitched curiously at the mention of a surprise, ”Don’t know if another surprise is much in my favor.” he looked at her skeptically, ”Good surprise or bad surprise?” he thought for a second then opened his wings quickly scooping her up, ”Right now I won’t believe you, I’ll decide for me self.” he took the long way to the kitchen.
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And so it came to pass that the Sundance Kid was swept off her feet by an angel and carried off into the rising sun. Sorta.
Despite the scenic route Carrick chose, the duo still made it back to the kitchens rather quickly. Or at least, much, much faster than Liz could’ve hobbled (her legs were still sore, after all). It might’ve been just a bit too fast for Liz’ interests. Despite the weird feeling of being completely exposed to the wind in her regular body, yet being supported by two strong, trusted arms, Liz enjoyed flying, either in a bird or with a boy.
The thought made her smile.
As it was just well before noon o’clock, and since it was also a Saturday (when young mutants normally slept in), the golden-haired girl and the golden-winged boy had the kitchen to themselves. Even the plate of delicious, made-from-scratch cookies remained in their places on the table with not a single one removed during their absence.
She insisted that Carrick sit down while she readied the surprise. Dumping out the milk that had been sitting there the whole time and replacing it with fresh, cold milk (because nothing is worse than room temperature milk), she filled a second glass with the moo juice. She retrieved two paper plates (so she wouldn’t have to worry about washing too much up afterwards) and got out actual silverware (those she didn’t feel bad about dirtying up).
Finally, it was time for--Er wait. Liz glanced at the timer on one of the ovens and snapped her fingers. She’d forgotten. Seed cakes took at least an hour to properly bake. This one still had quite a ways to go.
Elizabeth’s smile slumped a bit at she did likewise into a chair. “Ah, well,” she said a bit glumly. “I guess the surprise is one me. I baked you a cake, but it’s still not done.” She leaned forward and snagged a still-warm cookie off the plate and bit into it. Moist and chewy, practically falling apart. Her favorite. “But at least we still have cookies! I guess we can have the cake after lunch.”
Her smile re-energized and she lifted her glass of milk. “Cheers!”
The first thing he had noticed when they had walked in was the empty kitchen there were kids in the hallway some giving the young pair a look or two but other than that the mansion today was surprisingly quite other than the escapade Liz had put Carrick through. He passed by the kitchen before and didn’t really notice the smell before but there was indeed something cooking, whatever it was it smelled good.
Spotting a plate of cookies Carrick’s stomach growled and he ignored it. He had been pretty active so far today, getting taped, stringed and chasing down Liz. Carrick’s nostrils flared when he thought about all she had put him through today and now she wanted him to sit. His mismatched colored eyes shifted from her to the chair as he approached it slowly. If he could muster a growl he would have, however he touched the top of the chair and backed off quickly expecting a pie to launch from somewhere or more silly string.
The tailed angel was relived when nothing happened; he looked back to Liz who was refilling a cup of milk along with gathering two plates. He didn’t sit just yet but quickly placed his hand on the seat part of the chair to make sure it wasn’t covered in honey, superglue or anything else he didn’t want when his seat was sitting.
After a meticulous check Carrick seated himself and let out a quick sigh of relief. Liz explained that there was a cake in the oven one she was making for him, his eyes narrowed and he looked to the oven, he wasn’t going to open it but if she indeed was trying to make up from earlier she was doing a good job, he did like cookies…. And cake…
”You made me cookies and a cake?” Carrick asked looking at the milk wondering if that was tainted as well. He looked back to the cookies and slowly took one off the plate and bit into it only after she started to chew her own. Lifting the milk he replied with ”Slaute.” which was the same as cheers only in proper English (from Ireland).
”Again, I feel like you could have just woken me up and said, ‘Sweets!’ pretty sure I would have woken up happily to it.” Carrick waited till she drank her milk before he took a sip and swished it around to make sure it didn’t taste too funky. It didn’t so he swallowed, ”And now your just trying to make up for the heck you put me through today…” Carrick smirked and took another bite of his cookie while his tail swayed back and forth behind him revealing his pleasure in the immediate situation.
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Elizabeth took a short drink of her milk in order to wash down the bite of cookie.
She smiled back at Carrick, giving him a wink in interest. “Au contraire, Carrick. All of this,” she said while waving her hand at the food, “came before I woke you up. After all, I couldn’t exactly sit down and make delicious delicacies in the midst of an epic chase, now, could I?” It had taken about an hour to get just the food ready. That didn’t include the traps and tricks she’d laid out all over the mansion and its grounds.
“And anyways, the cake wouldn’t have been ready if I’d’ve gotten you up just for it. I needed your bird seed. Everything else was just a distraction to get you up, moving, and wide-awake without getting bored while it all bakes. And it would’ve worked, too, if it weren’t for your meddling wings. I still have a couple more things to disarm before more people wake up.” Liz smiled at Carrick a bit smugly. He had partially ruined her masterminded plan, after all. And it had taken her a long time to come up with the plan.
She’d had the idea of baking a bird seed cake (essentially just an alternative recipe for a poppy seed cake) way back on Wednesday, but she decided to wait until Saturday to do it, mostly because she wanted it to be a surprise. And how much more of a surprise could it be to have the required ingredients stolen from underneath Carrick’s nose and then lead him on a major, booby-trapped, wild-goose chase across Creation? It had sounded good when devising the plan on Thursday and Friday.
And even as it was, though, it wasn’t an entire loss. Carrick didn’t seem mad at her (although he was a bit distrustful, which was only to be expected. Some of those pranks were rather mean) and they were both eating yummy cookies and milk. All before lunch time. And it was just the two of them. Together. By themselves.
Her plan seemed to be working out much better than she’d ever thought.
Once one cookie was done another and another soon followed, they were just that good. Liz continued to explain that she couldn’t wake up because it was part of a surprise. One he was beginning to like more and more with each cookie he consumed, however he knew he’d have to cut himself off eventually because of the cake that was in the oven. He was really going to have to do something nice for her now.
Carrick’s tail continued to sway behind him happily and he opened his wings upon her mentioning them, ”I happened to like these meddling wings, thought you liked them too?” Carrick said in a mocking tone as he took another sip of milk. Pushing himself up from the table and setting the milk down he walked over to the oven to see what kind of cake it was.
He looked back at her before he got there and said, ”Now is the kind of a cake a surprise? Cause I’ll just might hav’ to ruin it.” Carrick said with a mischievous smile as he took another step backwards towards the oven placing one of the cookies he had in his hand in his mouth and gave her a defiant look.
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“Oh I do like your--” Elizabeth cut off, her mouth still hanging open. her lips moved for a second or so, making her look like a talking fish before she snapped them shut. Oh no, she wasn’t going to say anything else on the topic. dangerous ground there, that was. It was all she could do to keep most of the blush off of her cheeks, even though a little still got through. If she said she liked his wings, than that could be construed as liking him! which she kind of did. But if she refused to be baited and said that she didn’t like his wings, than that would make Carrick the victim and could be viewed as an insult.
She was not going to fall for the trick, nosirree. She was the trapmaster for the day.
And then a moment later: Danger! Danger, Liz Sundance! Carrick was at the oven! Fortunately, the oven wasn’t one that you could see through, so the secret of the cake’s identity was safe. “Uh...” was all she got out before trailing off in surprise.
Was the cake actually a secret? She hadn’t really thought about it. It probably wasn’t, since she’d told him about making a cake and needing bird seed for it. But since he hadn’t connected the dots yet, well then, she’d just have to play along and see where this led. Maybe she could still get in a few more traps before the day was out. A flash of devilish glee glinted in her eyes, matching Carrick’s smile perfectly.
Her expression of shock eased into a perfectly cool, calm smile with a slightly raised eyebrow. “Why, on the contrary, my dear Carrick,” she stated, affecting her best suave-superspy voice. “The identity of the cake is indeed no secret.” And it really wasn’t. Just tack “birdseed” on to “cake” and you’d pretty much get it. But she felt no need to tell him that.
“It’s just that, well, if the ingredients in said cake are not properly prepared and baked for exactly...” she trailed off, checking the timer on the oven, “thirty-seven more minutes, than a dangerous concoction of activated methane gas, zimbodiblytrigloxides, and faelnirv will immediately react on contact with room-temperature air and cause a molecular breakdown of the peptide bonds in the yeast, eggs, and milk in the cake, causing it to essentially dissolve.”
She paused for effect before pinning him with a pointed stare of distanced cool. “Now, we wouldn’t want that, now, would we?” Your move, Mister O’ Connor.
Carrick followed along with her reply up until the word, ‘zimbodiblytrigloxides’ he blinked and mismatch colored eyes shifted from the oven where the mystery cake dwelled back to Liz. He blinked again. It was a science word. Something he had a feeling he learned about at one point or was supposed to learn if he showed up to class, that was one he was in with Liz, had she taught him about it before?
Carrick’s hand moved away from the oven and he stared at it for a moment wondering if she was bluffing. His mother had made cakes dozens of times and never did they dissolve, detonate or dissolve when he opened the oven to look at them, except the cake that popped a hole when he opened it but that he doubted she would bother making. His mother had told them they were very difficult to make. Looking back to Liz his smile was still plastered on his face. ”both know I was no good at Chem’ right?”
Leaning over to the stove the winged shifter pointed at the button that turned the light on in the stove. ”Don’t even have to open it to get all those pesky zimbo thingy all jack’d.” his finger inched closer and he continued to give her a toothy grin till his finger was touching the button. ”Not much you can do to stop me now is there?” Carrick taunted hoping she didn’t pull out another can of silly string or have a trap randomly fall on him.
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Stay calm. Show. No. Emotion. Elizabeth felt like the room was dark and a bright, interrogator’s lamp was in her face. A flicker of fear flashed through her eyes, but she tried suppressing it as quickly as possibly, attempting to make her eyes match the frozen, bored, cocky expression on her face. She was uncertain on how well she’d fared with her attempts at self-control, but she tried not to show anything else.
After all, what else could she do? Even through the evident confusion over her spouting off of pure bull, Carrick seemed like he was still calling her bluff. There really wasn’t anything she could do to stop him. His finger was on the button for the oven light and he was about to blow the roof off of her hastily carefully constructed lie. Unless....
Liz blinked. Then her arm nearly blurred as she lunged forward on the table, grabbed a cookie and chucked it as hard as she could in the general direction of Carrick’s nose. Hopefully, it would stun or disable him long enough for her to...do something else. Well, as long as she could keep him from doing anything, her ruse would succeed. And she wanted it to work. She had run out of decks in her sleeves.
It was in the air before he noticed it sailing at his head his hands to slow to react pulling away from the light on the oven. Flashbacks of gym class started to play on repeat, dodge ball before he was comfortable with his wings and tail meaning he was pick of the litter when it came to a target he was a runt after all. What game was better for the big kids to pick on the little ones?
This time however it was a cookie, his first reaction was to open his mouth his second was to swat it down but it seemed she had thrown it with the intent to take off his head. The cookie hit him on the forehead and ricocheted away from him. He blinked and jerked his head back and stood up straight rubbing his head surprised it actually happened, ”Ohi!”.
It didn’t hurt to bad but it was a reaction to say something when an object was hurled at you. He blinked once and then shook his head, ”Bit of an over reaction if you ask me,” his voice changed to a higher pitch as he did his girl imitation ”Why don’t you ignore that cake and come sit down and enjoy the rest of these cookies with me?” his voice changed back, ”Something like that would have worked much better, catch more bees with honey.”
Sticking out his tongue and running a hand through his shaggy hair Carrick smirked and scooped up the cookie that she flung at him. He examined it making sure there were no extra flavorings that the floor gave it and once satisfied took a bite and walked closer towards Liz, ”You dropped this.” he tossed it up in her direction.
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Impact in 3, 2, 1....
Plub.
Score! The cookie thwacked Carrick on the forehead! A grin briefly cracked Elizabeth’s poker face as elation swelled up within her. She wasn’t as bad of a pitcher as she’d thought. Then again, Carrick was less than ten feet away. Oh well, it was still an excellent shot. Perfect form.
His startled reaction and instinctual rub only made the shot that much better. Fortunately (for Carrick), the cookies hadn’t been burnt or else they actually could’ve hurt the guy. But with soft, chewy ones, it was rather akin to being slapped in the face with a drenched pillow. Or so Liz imagined, seeing as how such a thing had never happened to her or to anyone else she knew.
And then he said something. Okay, he did have a bit of a point, but really. If Liz’d said something as sweet and nice as that, would he actually have complied? Or would it have fanned the flames of mischief to an even greater inferno? Despite the fact that Liz had nothing to lose (except a small surprise) she hadn’t wanted to take the chance. And besides, actions spoke much louder than words. He’d moved away from the oven, hadn’t he? She scrunched her mouth to one side of her face and narrowed her eyes, refusing to admit the slight validity of the statement.
But then he counterattacked with the same cookie.
“Aack!” she ever so eloquently replied as a partially nommed cookie smacked her shoulder and tumbled into her lap, casually undergoing a partial disintegration process along the way. Her instinctive jerk backwards was partly obstructed by the chair’s back, but it was still there. As well was the look of surprise on her face from the sudden assault she had not seen coming at all.
She looked down at the mess on her. She looked back up at Carrick. Then back at the mess. Crumbs were all over her. A dying cookie limb lay prone near her knee. And was that a microscopic speck of saliva on the hem of her shirt? Her gaze flickered back to Carrick as a cool, nearly frigid smile replaced her open-mouthed shock. “I hope you realize, this means war,” she deadpanned.
Then she chucked another cookie at him. They seemed to be most effective at distracting Carrick from her true goals.
His hands were already scooping another cookie, she made him work up an appetite and the fact that he hadn’t had any food yet other than a few cookies and some milk he knew there was always room for cake unless it was a lie of course he was all set on those kind of surprises. When she spoke his feet were already moving backwards he somehow knew she was going to throw it.
He dodged it and reached out for it with quick and sticky fingers, instead of throwing it back at her or tossing it to the ground he tossed it in his mouth stuffing his face. Carrick looked back at her and with a full moth he showed his teeth in a smile.
He ducked behind a table and then said with his mouth mostly full, ”Soulbt thro fings, pants!” he looked back over the table poking his mismatched color eyes over the surface before launching his own assault at her. The cookie he took from the table sailed back at her hoping to hit his intended target before he ducked back behind the table and started to walk around it hoping to take her by surprise not knowing his tail was clearly visible above the table.