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.
Site adaptation by Sen, Lix, and Tempest. <3
Stop Her! She Didn't Pay for those Hotdogs! (Muse)
>> "Why would I run away? I just say to you that I am mutant too. So, you have bugs. Big deal…There are all kinds of crazy powers, where I come from. Dere is a guy who changes into a cocroach."
The idea made Agnes smirk a little but she did not dwell too long on the thought. Still though, it had to be a little funny. She always thought that she had gotten the worst of it. Who wanted to run around with a nest of insects living in their chest after all? But still…to become an insect? To transform into one of those things that took refuge inside her chest? It was funny that that was the thought that made her shudder. She had to feel a bit of shared sympathy for whoever this person was. Maybe one day she would run into him. After all, insects always found their way to her.
>> "And me, I boost mutant powers. Dat is why I told you not to touch me…you didn't hear about the school? Dere is a school for mutants. All mutants. It is safe. I know, I lived there."
“Boost powers?” Inadvertently, Agnes backed away. She did not know what would happen if the woman touched her, but it was not a thought she wanted to entertain. How could her powers get any worse? More insects? More disgusting things crawling all over her insides? Maybe she would become one like the roach boy? She glanced at Svetlana and gave her an apologetic look. “Sorry, I really don’t want to know what you’re touch would do to me. No offense.”
She sighed when she heard the subject of a ‘school’ for freaks like her. She could not imagine it, a place where everyone gathered who were just as messed up? Amber, that girl from the alley mentioned something similar but the idea still struck her as odd. Who would want to risk being all together like that, ready for someone, anyone to just bomb them into oblivion? That’s what her parents would likely do. They would want nothing more than to wipe mutants off the face of the earth, seeing them as sinful creatures.
“I did not catch a lot of news. My parents were…very strict,” she said as she gently touched her stomach where the crucifix brand was. “I still don’t know a lot about mutants and the idea of being around so many of them…frightens me a little.”
She sighed as she watched Svetlana for a second. She still could not figure why the woman wanted to be so helpful towards her. Why were some people like that, and everyone else a complete monster? Before she could entertain the thought anymore, a loud grumble issued forth from her stomach. Cheeks reddened she covered her stomach with her hands and looked at Svetlana.
>>“Boost powers? Sorry, I really don’t want to know what you’re touch would do to me. No offense.”
"Dat's okay" Sveta smiled "Nobody wants to. Dat is why I always wear dese" she held up her gloved hand "It is not so bad through clothes, if I touch someone by accident. And I warn people too. You stay away as far as you feel safe."
>>“I did not catch a lot of news. My parents were…very strict, I still don’t know a lot about mutants and the idea of being around so many of them…frightens me a little.”
Agnes touched her stomach, and Sveta followed the gesture with her eyes; the brand must have had something to do with her parents. That sounded awful, just to think about it. Many mutant children had similar backgrounds.
"Yes, when I went dere, I didn't know I was mutant." she nodded "And den I find out I was. It sound scary, but..."
The sentence was interrupted by a loud growl from Agnes' stomach. A very loud one.
>>“Sorry.”
"Dat's okay" Sveta shook her head with a smile "Come on, we can eat something, and talk. I'll buy you lunch, okay?"
Without waiting for the girl's answer, she turned around, and started walking down the street, glancing back to make sure Agnes followed. She had been wandering aroun more lately, and she knew a couple of places where you could get good food. Hopefully, Agnes was too hungry to protest against the charity meal.
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
>> "Dat's okay…Come on, we can eat something, and talk. I'll buy you lunch, okay?"
Agnes wanted to protest. She really did. She felt that after living so long on the streets that she had mastered her hunger and could survive on less during the colder months when food was more scarce. But right now, as she stared at that helpful smile and that look that all she really wanted to do was help, Agnes felt her resolve weaken. She knew that she could not keep the “I can fend for myself” pretense up for much longer. She was starving, her hotdog and pretzel bounty she found would be better if saved than choking it all down now. Besides…how long as it been since she has had a hot meal? She could not remember.
With that in mind, Agnes slowly nodded her head as she hefted up her duffle bag on her shoulder.
“Okay. T-Thank you.” she whispered as she turned to follow the young woman wherever she decided to lead her.
Agnes was quick to follow, the idea of fresh, hot food, dancing in her mind as she did. She had rarely accepted help like this. In her experience, whenever people want to help, there is always an ulterior motive. People always want something for spending their time helping other people. It was an unfortunately but true fact in her experience. She only hoped that her stomach was not getting her into trouble with this woman. She prayed for it all the way as she followed.
***
Rob’s Fat Boy Burgers and Malts was situated directly across from the mall. It was one of those family, sit down places that tried to bring back the décor and the sensation of stepping into a 50’s diner. Waitresses wandered around with beehive hairdos and large reading glasses and obnoxiously chewed gum, the walls were splattered various old black and white pictures, memorabilia, signs, even oddities that were simply hung up to draw in crowds. Agnes sat uncomfortably in the booth across from Svetlana, eyeballing the large mounted image of the famed “jackalope”. Part of her really did not want to be here but the smell of the food as it was being cooked in the kitchen was far too appealing.
She sighed as she cast a glance at the woman across from her, grabbed a sugar packet and casually played with it between her fingers. It immediately brought back memories as she eyed that tiny, yellow paper packet and shook her head a little as they waited for their waitress to come take orders.
She looked up at Svetlana staring at her and the sugar. “My parents…they got me hooked onto ice tea when I was little. Whenever we would go out…I would order it and use at least three of these little things. They always said I must be part ant because of all the sugar I liked…”
A half smirk appeared on her face as she told this story…then she paused at the irony of it. Part Ant. She sniffled a little before she tossed the sugar packet back with the others. The last thing she needed was more memories about them.
>>“My parents…they got me hooked onto ice tea when I was little. Whenever we would go out…I would order it and use at least three of these little things. They always said I must be part ant because of all the sugar I liked…”
Sveta listened to Agnes, watching her over the menu. She sounded like she had some nice memories from her childhood; but there was also a sadness in her voice, and that explained a lot. She really wanted to ask, but she decided it was best to wait. The waiter was walking towards them.
"Order anything you like" she nodded to Agnes with a smile "I know you are hungry. You eat as much as you want."
She remembered being hungry; back in those days, even if they found decent food, she usually gave it to Bo. Ordering a decent sized meal for herself too, Sveta waited for Agnes to place her order and the waiter to walk away before she turned back to the conversation, resting her chin in her palms.
"So, how did you end up here?" she asked; she was not really prying. The question was open enough; she could tell as mich as she wanted. Or not say anything at all.
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
>> "Order anything you like…I know you are hungry. You eat as much as you want."
Agnes, again, wanted to protest but she reprimanded herself. This was not charity. She had to convince herself of that. She said she would pay the woman back as soon as she thought of a way to do it. It was different when you agreed to pay someone back than for someone to just come up to you and say “do this for a sandwich”! This was one Agnes’ terms and that at least gave her a sense of some power and accomplishment. It was not a lot, but it was something.
She glanced between the menu and the waitress. Everything on menu looked so good but she was not going to be greedy. It was kind enough that someone tried to care enough to buy her food. The least she could do was be respectful and not order the most expensive thing. Still though…things definitely looked good. Finally she pointed out something that looked pretty hearty and was not too terribly expensive.
“Umm, the steak sandwich, well done, with French fries and a dark chocolate shake? And….an iced tea?”
The waitress smiled, nodded and turned to the Svetlana. Agnes let her mind wander as her companion ordered her own food. She wanted to pinch herself because it still felt too good to be true. How long as it been since she has so much as sat in a regular restaurant with someone else? It seemed so foreign that it must have been a long time. After all, she kept running her fingers over the smooth leather (probably fake), of the booth she sat it. It felt cold, smooth and still squishy to the touch. She had vague memories of doing this before her parents got overly religious zealot, but they faded with every day that passed.
Then the questioning started.
>> "So, how did you end up here?"
“I followed you here.” she said as she started at the table with the smallest of smirks on her face.
Long time since she last cracked a real joke, but it was said so quietly and without eye contact that she feared Svetlana would take the tone that she was being smart mouthed. She knew what she meant by her question but how much should she really get into about it? After all, anyone who could possibly let word slip and before she would comprehend of it, social services or even her parents would come looking for her. She did not want that, not in the least. She still did not fully trust the woman buying her lunch, but she was slowly working on it.
“I ran away from home. They…didn’t understand what I was.” that was all she said as she looked up when a waitress brought back a tall glass with iced tea in it. She licked her lips as she pulled it close and immediately grabbed three sugar packets, tore them open and spilled the contents into her glass. She mixed it briefly with her straw and immediately took a long, drawn out sip.
The second the tea hit her tongue, it was as if for that moment she felt completely normal again, just like everyone else. And that caused the tiniest of tears to roll down her cheek.
Sveta chuckled as she looked at the girl. She was making a joke, that was good. It meant she felt more at ease in her company. That was a start.
>>“I ran away from home. They…didn’t understand what I was.”
Sveta nodded, and waited till the waitress put down their drinks and walked away.
"Dat happens to a lot of mutants" she said "I ran away from home too. It was for different reason, but... it was not all dat different."
Living on the streets is the same, no matter the reason why you got there. She remembered it all to well, and she promised herself she or Bo would never ever end up there again. Or anyone else she cared about. Or, people like Agnes.
"Do you have a place to stay, Agnes?"
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
It was a minute before Agnes was finally able to tear herself away from the iced tea. So long since she has had it the way she used to. The sensation was just pure heaven as it rolled down her tongue and coursed through her system and into her empty stomach. She sighed in satisfaction as she breathed a small sigh of relief and reluctantly pried her lips off the straw. For a second she had not truly heard Svetlana’s question but after a moment her mind finally pieced together what the woman had asked her.
It was a common question she had heard one too many times before. She wanted to say that it was none of her business but that was not right. She could lie, but what was the point? Agnes was a little tired about hiding what she was and where she stayed. Unfortunately it was who she was, for now.
“I sleep in the alleys, old buildings, any place depending on the weather, how accessible and the location.” she said honestly as she took another long drink of her iced tea and saw that it was now completely gone. She had not realized she drank it that fast. “There’s this one burnt out apartment that overlooks this mini amphitheater I stumbled across one day. Sometimes I stay there when there’s going to be some good music. Normally though, I try to keep moving.” She reached down and patted her duffle bag. “I have to travel light, and travel fast in case of police or other dangers.”
She paused as she toyed with the straw in her glass. She gently spun the ice inside, almost like a normal person. She was not ashamed of the life she had to leave. It was one of those choices that she simply had to live with. There always had to be someone to suffer out there in world. If not the world would be perfect. Until then…that was her role. She accepted that…most of the time.
She sighed as she grabbed her glass and casually let an ice cube into her mouth. She rolled it from one cheek to the other, relishing the left over tea taste on the ice.
“But I’m doing okay. I’ve gotten used to it. My first week was rough. I cried almost every day…not so much anymore.” she said a little encouragingly before she continued to suck on the ice cube in her mouth. Finally she looked squarely at the woman. “You don’t need to worry about me, you know. Some of us have to suffer before good things happen. It’s just the way the world is.” She believed that…or at least she tried to convince herself she did.
>>“I sleep in the alleys, old buildings, any place depending on the weather, how accessible and the location... Normally though, I try to keep moving. I have to travel light, and travel fast in case of police or other dangers.”
"Never sleep where you eat." Sveta muttered as she nodded, and listened to Agnes. She started telling things on her own; she did not look as uncomfortable as she was a few mintues ago. Maybe she just gave up the fight; she was getting a free meal, why not talk. Or at least, that's what old Sveta would have thought.
>>“But I’m doing okay. I’ve gotten used to it. My first week was rough. I cried almost every day…not so much anymore. You don’t need to worry about me, you know. Some of us have to suffer before good things happen. It’s just the way the world is.”
"The first week is the worst." she nodded with a small frown; she spent her first week listening to Bo crying constantly, and she never would have wished that on anyone.
"I ran away from home with my sister" she explained, seeing the look in Agnes' eyes "We lived in Moskva for a year, like you now. Den, a woman picked us up, and helped us. She helped me come to America." that was enough about that for now; she didn't want Agnes to think she was going to marry her off too, in exchange for her help.
"I ran away because my mother had boyfriends who were... horrible." she shuddered "And she was not dere to protect us."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
>> "The first week is the worst…I ran away from home with my sister…We lived in Moskva for a year, like you now. Den, a woman picked us up, and helped us. She helped me come to America."
Agnes was quiet as she listened. She actually LISTENED for once in a long time. Normally when people try to give their own sob stories, Agnes could see right through them. The majority of the time they were only trying to form a connection, seem like they knew where you were coming from. But the truth was that half the time they were all just digging themselves into a grave. The runaway knew to avoid those people since they only wanted one thing from her whenever they tried to get that friendly. And though Agnes was in desperate times, she was not THAT desperate.
The runaway did not avert her gaze from Svetlana’s. Instead she listened and felt her own eyes well up at the woman’s story. So she did know what it was like. She had to learn the rules and not only did she survive, she did it with her own sister. That thought made Agnes long for her brother, but unfortunately she had no idea where he was. If she did, the first thing she would do was convince him to do with her.
Of her whole family, he was the only one that she loved and respected. And right now she could use him here, if only just to give her a hug.
>> "I ran away because my mother had boyfriends who were... horrible…And she was not dere to protect us."
More tears and finally they started to roll down her cheeks. She knew what it was like when parents did not care enough to protect their children. She felt her defenses going down and as much as she wanted to just keep her past her own secret, she felt some kinship with the woman. After all, she had not told anyone since the night she ran away from home. It would be therapeutic to do it now, especially since she might never see this woman again. At least it seemed like she had an ear eager for listening.
Her bottom lip shaking a bit, Agnes ran her fingers up through her greasy hair and sniffled, trying to ignore the looks of passing patrons. She finally got her emotions enough in check to look across the table at Svetlana.
“T-The scars…the ones…all over me…” she whispered as meekly as possible. “I-I know…that you saw them…in the changing room. D-Don’t lie and say you didn’t.” Her voice was choking with sadness, but she would not allow herself to break out into full on tears. Not yet. Not in front of other people. “I…I normally hide them…no one needs to know…that they gave them to me.” She turned away to stare at the interesting wall, her hand covering her mouth as she sniffled. “M-My parents…they…tried to exorcise me.”
She broke down here, crying a bit more audibly but trying to keep it in as a their waitress came back with a refill for Agnes’ iced tea. The waitress watched Agnes curiously before she turned to Svetlana and asked if the young lady were okay.
A few words was all it took, and Agnes broke down in sobs and tears. Sveta sighed; she was not prepared for that reaction. Apparently, the girl was not as used to her situation as she claimed to be; she was still very vulnerable. It was a good thing. Easier to help her than after she went numb.
>>“T-The scars…the ones…all over me… I-I know…that you saw them…in the changing room. D-Don’t lie and say you didn’t. I…I normally hide them…no one needs to know…that they gave them to me. M-My parents…they…tried to exorcise me.”
"Excorcise?" Svera frowned, looking for the right word in her mind. She was not great with the religious vocabulary "Like, a demon?"
The waitress arrived, and asked them if Agnes was okay. Sveta rolled her eyes.
"She is not. Can you give us a minute please?"
Once the waitress left, she moved over to Agnes' side of the booth; she was careful not to touch her, even though she wanted to hug her like she used to hug Bo. She offered a tissue instead.
"I am sorry." she sighed, looking at the girl "You do not deserve dat. It was not fair to hurt you."
Pushing the glass of ice tea towards her, she smiled. "Things are going to get better now, okay? You are not alone."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
Agnes mutely nodded her head at Svetlana’s question. The word demon she had heard too much her last days at her house and it was something she would gladly like to forgotten. Up until the time they had attempted to cleanse her, she had heard the word constantly from her parents. It was an unsavory word to her now. She wanted nothing more than to completely forget it.
“They…called me a pestilence, because of my mutation. I…I brought the swarms of the devil himself,” she whispered as she continued to stare at the wall. She had not heard the waitress leave, and frankly did not care if she were there. “They said I was dirty, tainted and I needed to be blessed and cleansed with God’s holy fire. And…that’s exactly what they tried to do…when the bled and branded me…”
She hated talking about it but her anger started to make her feel better. For so long she wanted to not think about it, to never be reminded of it, but running away was not going to help. She realized that as she sat next to the stranger, who had now decided to sit next to her. Agnes hated her parents, so much for what they tried to do to her, but this was not going to help. No way and no how. Anger would not change again, but the least she could do was talk about it with someone, anyone who was actually willing to listen and not haul her into the police or something to try and fix it.
>> "I am sorry…You do not deserve dat. It was not fair to hurt you. Things are going to get better now, okay? You are not alone."
Agnes glanced at the iced tea that Svetlana pushed towards her. She sniffled as both her anger and sadness began to quell a little. With a shaky, still emotion filled hand, she reached over and grabbed the cool glass in her hand. As she dragged it over, she twirled the ice inside with her straw before she torn open a couple more sugar packets and poured the contents in. She took one more satisfied sip before she turned back to Svetlana and took the offered napkins with an appreciative nod of thanks. Gently she dabbed her eyes before she took a steadying breath and tried to calm herself by relaxing in her seat.
“Thank you. Please though, if I can ask you for one more thing, don’t tell the police about me? I know I’m living in the streets and that’s wrong for someone my age, but…I can’t stand the thought of my parents even possibly finding me again. I can’t allow that. I simply can’t. Don’t get officials in involved because that would be the first thing they would want to do. Promise me?” she asked meekly as she finally glanced up at Svetlana with her red, tired looking eyes.
>>“They…called me a pestilence, because of my mutation. I…I brought the swarms of the devil himself. They said I was dirty, tainted and I needed to be blessed and cleansed with God’s holy fire. And…that’s exactly what they tried to do…when the bled and branded me…”
Now that just sounded horrible. Sveta never had much patience for religious fanatics; but doing something like that to one's own child... that was just beyond any evil she'd ever seen. Her own mother, although she didn't pay much attention to her and Bo, at least never hurt them. It was not great either, but it was better. Agnes seemed to calm down a bit, and sipped her tea. Sveta sighed and smiled at her encouragingly; the girl was not alone. She was determined not to lose sight of her anytime soon.
>>“Thank you. Please though, if I can ask you for one more thing, don’t tell the police about me? I know I’m living in the streets and that’s wrong for someone my age, but…I can’t stand the thought of my parents even possibly finding me again. I can’t allow that. I simply can’t. Don’t get officials in involved because that would be the first thing they would want to do. Promise me?”
"I promise" she nodded with a smile "Like I could say anything to the police." she added with a smirk "I would be out of the country tonight. Or in jail."
Probably jail.
"I am going to take you to the school, okay?" she continued "It is safe, I promise. I know de people there. Dey won't let your parents get to you. And it is a much better place to stay in dan the streets. Less cold." she added with a smile. Their food arrived; the waitress glanced curiously at Agnes, but one look from Sveta sent her on her way. The Russian girl turned back to Agnes.
"Now, eat."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
>> "I am going to take you to the school, okay?" she continued "It is safe, I promise. I know de people there. Dey won't let your parents get to you. And it is a much better place to stay in dan the streets. Less cold…Now, eat."
School. Agnes thought for a moment as she stared at the food that was placed in front of her. She used to be good at school, at some point she loved school. She was the best at all her subjects and studied so hard because she wanted to make her parents proud, her teachers proud, to make herself proud. She relished in the attention and joy she got whenever she saw an A+ on her report card and the gleam that appeared in her parents eyes. But they were all false now. She realized that she had studied so much for nothing. Now she was living on the streets, fighting for scraps of food, almost getting caught by mall security because she was driven to steal by starvation. What good was school now.
She stared at her enticing, still partially sizzle food and then turned her attention to Svetlana. Gently she shook her head.
“I’m sorry…but I don’t think I could. I don’t think that it would work out for me to be in a place like that…”
Then, as she reached down, unable to withstand simply looking at the food anymore, she grabbed a French fry from the plate and took a bite. The second the freshness of the food hit her tongue, she wanted to tear up again. Has it really been that long? She sniffled as he tried to restrain herself f and carefully picked up another fry, but it was not going to last long. One…two…then three in her mouth at one time and she began to chew with satisfaction. The taste was heavenly...but before she could fully embrace the joy…
Bzzzzzzzzzz….
The sound that forced her to look up and shake her head. She saw one there, a fly clinging onto the wall. She was not upset so it was not one from within her, no, these were legions that followed. They always, no matter where she was, managed to find her scent. She sniffled, and shook her head as another…and another…and another fly appeared, buzzing close by her and cling to her wall. Then, she saw the familiar shape crawling across the table, directly towards her hand. Three of four roaches from the wall eagerly made their way towards her, some touching her hand, others attempting to crawl on her duffle bag that sat next to her.
“Oh my god! How disgusting!” someone screamed from a nearby table.
“Are those bugs on her?”
“Somebody call the board of health!”
Agnes shook as she looked up and noticed that nearly everyone had turned their attentions on her. She blushed fiercely as she turned and watched the waitress run off to get a manager. Biting her lip hard enough to draw blood, she locked eyes with Svetlana once more before she shook her head.
“Thank you for your help today…but…I can’t be around people. I…I just can’t,” she said as she grabbed the steak sandwich, slipped it into her duffle bag and moved as quickly as she could past her Russian friend. Within a second Agnes ran outside, exasperated, tired and breaking down into more tears. Before she knew it, she crouched down on the sidewalk and simply cried.
All the while, with the buzzing in her chest increasing, more flies pulled away from their trashcans and gutters flew about her.
>>“I’m sorry…but I don’t think I could. I don’t think that it would work out for me to be in a place like that…”
"It is not just a school..." Sveta started to explain; but at the same time, the bugs started to come, and people started to notice them, and in a few short minutes, it all went to hell. As if bugs in a restaurant were ever a guest's fault. Duh.
"Agnes, it's..."
It wasn't fine.
>>“Thank you for your help today…but…I can’t be around people. I…I just can’t,”
The girl ran away; Sveta cursed under her breath, and stood to follow her, but the waitres returned and stood in her way. Pulling a couple of bank notes out of her purse, Sveta tossed them at her.
"Leave us alone!" she yelled, storming out of the restaurant, not even looking back. "You should treat your guests with some respect, idiots." she added, already outsie, looking around for Agnes.
Fortunately she didn't run too far; if she wanted to, she could have been away by now. But there she was, sitting on the sidewalk, crying.
"It's okay" she sighed, sitting down next to her "It is not your fault. Not everyone will treat you like dat." she said, looking at her. "I can't hug you, I'm sorry." she muttered "I touched other mutants twice. Once, it was illusion monsters all over the city, and de other, people died." she said quietly "So, I can't really take you if you do not want to come. But it is de only safe place I know. And I don't want to leave you like dis."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
>> It's okay…It is not your fault. Not everyone will treat you like dat…I can't hug you, I'm sorry…I touched other mutants twice. Once, it was illusion monsters all over the city, and de other, people died…So, I can't really take you if you do not want to come. But it is de only safe place I know. And I don't want to leave you like dis."
For a moment Agnes was just angry. Angry at the parents for doing this to her, angry at the world for shunning her the way she did, angry at herself for becoming this monster, even angry at Svetlana who just seemed to constantly pester her when all she wanted was to help. Agnes knew that. She knew that it was not Svetlana’s fault that the people in the restaurant were jerks and she also understood that she only tried to help. But still, there was so much anger, so much frustration that the world did this to her that it simply had nowhere else to go. Not with those damn bugs in her chest.
She sniffled as she heard Svetlana come and continued to speak to her, to attempt to relate. Agnes had already felt some kinship with the woman. She spoke from experience of living on the streets but there was still something that Agnes was too scared was too good to be true. Over time she has learned to not overly trust people because that will get you into trouble. But at the same time…Agnes was so tired of running, so tired of hiding and scrounging for food.
She turned to look at the blonde and sniffled again. The woman could not give her a hug. Normally the thought would not have crossed her mind but right now, she really could have used one. Still, Agnes sighed as she took a shuddering breath and calmed herself down. Finally the buzzing stopped as she slowed her heart.
As she sat there and stared at the Russian woman’s eyes, all of Agnes instincts told her no, that she should not open herself up like this. If she trusts someone, they’re just another person out there to hurt her should the chance arise. Already Agnes had been hurt too many times and the last thing the runaway wanted was for another person to have the chance to step on her heart. With a sniffle though, and her defenses down, Agnes finally just nodded her head weakly.
“O-Okay.” It almost hurt her to say it. Her better instincts told her no, she should not go. She did well when that Amber girl tried to get her to go to some sanctuary for mutant kind. Agnes managed to turn her down flat. And yet not this other woman was offering her that same chance and she was taking it. But in her current state of mind, she was too tired to fight back anymore and simply nodded. “I-I can leave…whenever I want though, right? I…can’t trade one prison for another.”