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.
An average, sunny day. With only a few clouds to dot the skies and allow fickle people to grumble about the weather. It was mid day, and the streets around her were a bit sleepy.
There were enough people out and about for her to blend in easily. Just another blond mop mushing along with all of the other dogs. She even had a coffee cup in one hand, and a paper in the other. Not so out of the ordinary. Very run of the mill.
Just the way it needed to be.
Walking along, bumping shoulders with all of the other unimportant schmutzs as they mulled about their daily lives. Yawning, Megan diverted from meandering momentarily to plop down in a chair outside of a sandwich shop. She was still a little tired from having woken up from an afternoon nap half an hour before.
Crossing her legs, she dug her cell phone out from the pocket of her thigh length cutoff jeans, and to adjust the knife hidden in one calf-high boot. With the metal no longer grating against her ankle, she leaned back and glanced at the time, sipping at her coffee.
She had a whole day to waste... and nothing to do. Roach wasn't going to be home anytime soon, and she wasn't brave enough anymore to be in the apartment for more than a few minutes by herself. Unfolding her newspaper, the twenty five year old reclined back, letting herself sink into her hoodie, and eyeballed the news.
With nowhere to go, and a crap ton of things on her mind, she figured she'd just sit back and wait to see where the day took her for once....
It was not Nate's favorite thing to do, but on occasion, bringing Parker out into the public was unavoidable. Parker was a big pet after all, and he liked exercise and the fresh air of the outside world. The best place to bring him was the botanical gardens, but there was distance between the gardens and the apartment, so Nate had begrudgingly gotten used to walking Parker along the streets.
Most people react as you might expect them to upon seeing a three-foot spider: uncomfortably. Thankfully, most did not just scream or run away. (If they ran, Parker would probably want to chase them down.) Usually, people just seemed startled and gave him as much space as they could. The fact that the spider was on a leash seemed to provide a bizarre sense of normalcy. On RARE occasion, a child would tug on his mother's arm and point out Parker, even asking if it was safe to pet him.
On this day, the two were done with Parker's walk through the garden and were returning to the apartment. Nate woke up late and forgot to make lunch before they went out, so he found himself debating a stop for food. On his normal path, there were one or two places that would even allow him to bring Parker in with him, since it would be less safe just leaving a mutant spider tied up to a bench.
Nate decided to reward himself for being a good pet owner, and the reward would be a sandwich. He approached the door to the restaurant, but in a rare moment of disobedience, Parker strayed, skittering as far as his leash would allow. In this case, it allowed the arachnid to reach the ankle of a shaggy blonde sitting on the bench. Parker seemed to be nibbling on her playfully, not sinking in fangs or venom, but more than enough to upset normal people. Nate pulled on the leash, jerking Parker away. "I'm sorry, ma'am!"
She was happily poking around in the back section of her paper, sipping at her cup and counting how many people had been listed in the obituaries since yesterday, when she felt a funny tugging at her leg. The twenty five year old ignored it at first, thinking it was some dirty pigeon trying to beg her for food.
Ugh... they were just as bad as the poor, if only less vocal.
After a moment though, she began to realize that the pecking she'd be feeling from annoying birds, didn't feel right. It felt more like... pawing. Like... sharp little things scraping on her skin, but not stabbing. Like little probing pedipalps...
That... made her blink, and lower her paper. What she saw, was... shocking? Naw... Surprising? Maybe... Overwhelming? Yes! That hit the nail on the head. Her heart damn near jumped into her throat, and for the first (and last) time in her life Megan actually squealed a little. In fear? Nope! In absolute, overwhelming, filled-to-the-brim joy!
There was a giant F-ing spider, just drooling away happily on her leg. A three foot long spider. She was either dreaming... or dead, and Mr. Biggerthanathreeyearold, had just dug his way out of her chest.
>>"I'm sorry, ma'am!"
....and then that happened. Before she could lean in and snuggle that cute pile of spider, some guy wandered up and ruined it. Shaking her leg free of any clinging spider drool as he tugged the big arachnid back with... a leash?
She cocked an eyebrow, and gave him a quick once over. He didn't look like the type who hung around with eight legged Araneae. "No problem..." She muttered, and eyed the spider again, watching as it did all of it's little spidery things. Or... big spidery things, in this case. It seemed to have some intelligence, more so than the average arachnid. Maybe the same level as her own children... though hopefully not. She turned her eyes to the man again, effectively curious.
"...I hope you know that you're dragging a giant spider around on that leash... because if not, I'm pretty sure it ate your dog."
Nate was rather surprised by the calm response his arachnid friend elicited from the girl. He scanned her, trying to figure her out. She was rather pretty in a punk sort of way, and ironically enough, she had a tattoo on the back of her neck of a spiderweb. It was rather curious in the first place that Parker sought the woman out, since he was normally well-behaved in crowds.
>> "...I hope you know that you're dragging a giant spider around on that leash... because if not, I'm pretty sure it ate your dog."
He chuckled, partially because of the joke and partially because she was taking a spider biting on her in stride. "Thankfully, I'm aware. That I have a spider, not that he ate my dog." Nate looked down at the many eyes that were looking up at him, inquisitively. "Apologize, Parker. You don't nibble on strangers," he commanded, like a father talking to a misbehaving son. Parker turned to the woman and her newspaper and warbled apologetically(?) for her, leaving Nate grinning, wondering how surreal the moment looked from the outside.
Nate was still figuring out the woman and what made her such a curiosity for his pet and himself, before eventually remembered what he was there to do. He had no business getting distracted by a cute blonde on a bench. "Um, well, anyway, I'm going to grab a sandwich. Again, I'm sorry about that."
The spiders...er... apology caught her off guard. It was smarter than she had thought, if it could do that. She eyed the man once more, before allowing a small smile to curve her lips. It was unique, and though she hardly thought she'd be able to replicate it, she was pretty sure she wanted it.
.. now... if she could just get it away from the owner.
>>""Um, well, anyway, I'm going to grab a sandwich. Again, I'm sorry about that."
Perfect. "Oh, don't worry about it. No harm done. Say, if you're going in there, I could watch him for you. I don't mind pets of the eight legged variety, and i'm not really going anywhere for a while..."
She smiled and folded her paper in her lap, setting her coffee to the side for a moment. If he took up her offer to spider sit for him, then she'd have a pretty clear window of time with which to drag the big brute off somewhere safe. Definitely not roaches apartment... oooh no. The bugs would reenact Gulliver's travels on the giant spider the moment she turned her back.
She eyed the things fangs as well, not quite worried about the venom it might have, but the severity of it's bite. It'd be like getting shanked twice, and she was not willing yo go through that. No... she'd have to avoid that mouth area, if it wiggled around too much.
Her eyes rose to the man again, with the mischievous little twinkle that always seemed to show up when she got funny ideas like this. "... What'dya say?"
>> "Oh, don't worry about it. No harm done. Say, if you're going in there, I could watch him for you. I don't mind pets of the eight legged variety, and i'm not really going anywhere for a while..."
Well, that was not just someone handling a bizarre situation calmly. As polite as someone could be, no normal person would volunteer to take care of a giant spider-- not without some reason, at least. Nate's curiosity towards this woman were growing into both intrigue and suspicion.
Suspicion would normally dictate rules like "don't give your pet to a total stranger who acts strangely," but intrigue votes for plans such as "let's see where this might go." The two would reach a compromise. "Um, well, sure! Why not? Are you sure that's okay with you?"
He offered her the leash and thanked her again, walking through the door into the sandwich shop. There was a large window the woman could probably see him through, so he could not act strange. Instead, he looked at the person closest to the window, opening his wallet briefly, flashing an ID. "This is a little weird, but could you let me know if that girl on the bench does anything suspicious? We think she's aware of our tail." Ah, the rush of lying.
The worried person nervously agreed. A normal person put in that situation was going to be attentive and jumpy, which was ideal for Nate, who wanted to be informed about absolutely anything the woman did. He walked to the counter to order his sandwich, not turning back to the window, depending on one stranger to keep him informed on the other.
She nodded in reply to him, smiled and gladly accepted the leash. Icy eyes followed him as he entered the shop, watching as he stopped and spoke with someone. Probably about his sandwich. Yuck. All of that bread would have dire consequences later, unless he managed to walk it all off putting up "Lost Spider" signs on light poled and windows all over the neighborhood.
With a devious smirk in place, she turned back to the arachnid. She was tempted to prod at it, just to make sure it was actually a big lovable spider, and not another animal in a very good costume. She had been tricked before... by a museum, too! But, one look at the fangs and the beady gleaming eyes told her that it was not fake. It was real. Very, beautifully real... and it was now hers.
Setting her paper aside, she tugged at the leash of the big thing, wondering if it would follow willingly, with it's master off somewhere. It seemed to like her enough... which kind of weirded her out and pleased her at the same time. It'd take little to no training at all! No effort! Yay!
A small handful of people approached, walking lazily down the sidewalk, and she cast a glance there way. They were chattering to themselves, to absorbed in conversation to notice that they were about to walk past a giant monstrosity of a spider. Or, maybe they just didn't care. After all, New York had it's own bipedal giant cockroach man walking the streets, abducting people right and left. Who was going to notice one doggish eight legged pet, with that kind of monstrosity running around?
She waited for them to cross in front of the shop window, then stood and followed along, tugging Mr. Spider along with her and leaving behind her cup and paper on the bench.
~Meanwhile~
Inside the shop, the weasely, greasy little man that had been approached by some sort of under cover operative, stood tensely by the window with his face shoved into a little book. He was nervous, and the fact that his hands were shaking ever so slightly gave it away. He had never been approached like that, or put in such a position before. He was excited and jittery, and more than a little wary all at the same time. The thought that he was helping someone important in some way had triggered a rush of adrenaline in him that his scrawny frame just didn't know what to deal with.
With his book as a shield between himself, the glass, and the odd ball girl out on the bench, he continually peeked out from behind it to check on her. She was just sitting there, casual as could be. Which, since the other guy seemed to think it, made her very suspicious. Squinting at her from behind smudged glasses, he looked back down to his book, his eyes scanning through a few sentences on thermal dynamics. He lost himself in that for a moent, and when he looked up, he was startled to find that the bench was no unoccupied, save for a few pigeons fighting over the contents of a coffee cup.
"Ah! Ah!! Mister!" Nearly throwing his book into the air, he shuffled quickly and awkwardly over to the man who has asked him to watch the girl, and flaps his arms in a panic. "She's gone! I-I swear I only took my eyes off of her for a second! I blinked! That's all!"
Nate watched as his sandwich was being quickly crafted, awaiting some response from the man sitting behind him, anxiously watching the mystery woman. He had his money in hand, to leave on the counter in case he left unexpectedly. As much as he was expecting to be dragged away from the sandwich that was being made, nothing was said. Nate considered that his life had just left him paranoid, and maybe he was overthinking things as his food was being handed to him.
>> "Ah! Ah!! Mister! She's gone! I-I swear I only took my eyes off of her for a second! I blinked! That's all!"
Nate groaned, even if he should have accounted for incompetence. The sandwich just touched his hand and the money was on the counter, so there was no time to waste.
Nate passed by the useless informant without a word, reentering the sidewalk where, indeed, his spider's caretaker was gone, and with her, said spider. He thought to look for her in the crowd, but she stole Parker, making that less necessary. Nate had considered the idea that Parker could be taken from him eventually, especially since his encounter with Leyla. As a defense against this, Parker's natural reaction when being walked by anyone who was not him or Quin was to spin short trails of silk from his spinneret to leave Nate hints.
A scan of the ground revealed a thick, sticky strand of silk leading to the left, which gave him his heading, and he left in pursuit, hoping she would remain unaware of the trail of random strands until he was within sight.
Her brisk escape walk slowed gradually to a halt, and then a complete stop when her new spidery friend decided he wasn't going to budge one inch further. Turning, she tugged on the leash.. which proved to do nothing. Funny thing about spiders was that they could have pretty good grip on things if they wanted, and rough concrete + spider feet were winning the tug O war battle at the moment. "...oh, come on you little Sh*it... " As she stood there, making a pretty good obstacle for people to have to walk around, her children peeked out of their various hiding places within her shaggy hair. A fe braves souls even scampered down her arm and the leash, to check out the HUGE spidery cousin she was wrestling with.
Megan finally gave up and resorted to hefting the giant arachnid up with both arms, and just sort of lugging it along with her. The jostling movement knocked the little eight legged hitch hikers from the leash, and onto the pavement. As she stepped over them the trail of web the big spider had been laying down stuck them to the sidewalk. Megan heard little desperate howls in her mind, the spiders thinking they were about to be eaten, and she stopped and turned. Ice blue eyes landed on the silken trail, which wrapped around the corner... back the way she had come. "...You smart little bastard!" Cursing under her breath, she took off running...if you could call it running anyway. The added weight and girth of the kidnapped spider was causing problems. Looots of problems, but if he had left any kind of trail, she needed to split as soon as possible.
Leaving her two children behind, trapped against the sidewalk, she made it to the end of the block and crossed the street, before dodging into a small shop. A meat, shop, as it turned out to be. She ran straight for the counter, slapping on her most desperate mask. "Help me! Please! There's a man after me... he's trying to kill my pet!" The man behind the counter was caught off guard by her sudden appearance, but also by the giant wiggling spider she was holding. It only took him a moment to fall for her plea however, seeing the simulated fear in her eyes caused the hero in him to don a cake and take flight. Circling around the counter, he set his butcher knife down and headed for the front door. "Don't worry, I'll keep him away from you." He stepped outside and glanced around, looking for any suspicious looking men.
He left the blond in the shop alone, and once the door had closed Megan rounded the counter and headed for the back door. She was out in the alley in seconds, eying which way to go, and decided on left. Sadly, she had chosen wrong. The alley ended with a brick wall ways down.
The trail led Nate down the sidewalk, continuing for quite a while. Nate found himself feeling quite proud of his pet, considering how well Parker stuck to his training. It was not even hard to follow the trail; he barely had to look down as long as he could hear someone complaining that they stepped in something sticky on the ground. If there was one thing New Yorkers could do, it was complain.
The pursuit became complicated when the trail came to an unfortunate stop. Would she continue down the same path? Did she take a turn or notice the path? He would have to figure out a new way to find clues, and it would have to be fast before she put enough distance between the two. After all, her tattoo was distinct, but not enough to locate her easily in a city of millions.
It was lucky (sort of) for him that a clue was scouring the streets. Nate's habit of scanning the sidewalk must have caught the attention of the man wearing a butcher's apron as a "suspicious act," because the man approached Nate with a stern, accusatory walk-- a clear good sign.
"Hey, are you looking for someone?"
The tone was not welcoming, and the man was not as thin and lanky as Nate. The former conman would have to choose his words carefully.
"Yes, a girl with a spider."
One of the words in that sentence was a magic word, because Nate found himself grabbed by the collar of his shirt and shoved into a nearby wall. "I don't know what the deal is, but the girl that came to my shop is terrified of you."
So she went to a shop, and based on the man's attire, it was some meat shop. Nate grinned, "That little thief has no idea." Nate's tiptoes were still touching the ground, which allowed him to create his shadow. The dark mass traveled up the other man's legs and pushed forward, forcing the man to backpedal.
While his attacker was stunned, Nate took off in the direction he assumed the shop would be, but ducked into a side alley once he was sure his pursuer lost him in the crowd. Predictably, the man assumed Nate would find his way to the shop, and followed suit, unwittingly leading Nate there himself.
Once the man stepped through the shop doors, he was able to look around in confusion for a brief moment before Nate's shadow shoved the man down, his head hitting the ground with enough force to knock him out. It was not Nate's preferred style, but he had few options.
The backdoor to the shop was still ajar, which was as good a hint as any. Nate emerged in an alley, with another unfortunate choice: a fork in the alley. Left or right? He would have to decide quickly, surveying the area desperately for a clue but finding none. Surely as he was stuck staring at the intersection, she was getting further away.
A few four letter words jumped to the tip of her tongue... but Megan bit them back. There was always a way out these types of situations, sometimes you just had to be a little bit creative.
Megan turned, hefting the squirming spider back up into a comfortable position, and turned to look back the way she had come. Though she was in the more shadowed end of the alley, the back of the shop she had exited from was rather well lit.... and the guy she had stolen the spider from was standing right there.
'Ohsh*t!' Megan panicked a little, stepped back and flattening herself against the wall. The shop owner hadn't even seemed to slow him down, which didn't bode well for her. He either convinced the guy she was lying, slipped past him, or the guy had seen through her lie. She hurriedly glanced about her surroundings, blue eyes alighting on a ladder not to far up on the other side of the alley. If she got to it fast enough, she had a chance to escape on the roof tops. The only problem with that, was the fact that she couldn't heft herself and the stolen arachnid up the ladder at the same time.
But... that didn't mean she wasn't about to give it a try. Darting across the alley, she hit the ladder with as much of a jump as she could make, and latched onto one rung with a free hand. The first attempt at pulling herself up failed, and after making a bunch of noise to get there, she wasn't about to get caught. Cursing loudly, so loudly in fact that if he hadn't been alerted to her presence by the noise she made running, he definitely would have heard her flurry of swear words. Megan dropped the spider, and began climbing the ladder. If she made it to the top, she already had a plan in motion to find a safe place to climb back down, using the silk she had begun making in her mouth, and vanish while he was reuniting with his pet...
The big arachnid landed on it's many feet unharmed, and started off toward it's owner.
If he was forced to wait a moment longer, Nate would have been left to take a gamble and he would have gambled right and lost, giving the captor the chance to get away. Luckily for him, he spotted the spider-thief off a ways to his left, returning. Evidently, she ran herself into a corner, and Nate was just fine with that.
He ran in her direction, but she was already trying to make her way up a ladder. He was getting ready to take a running leap at the bottom rungs, but was caught off guard when Parker fell from the sky, landing gently and skittering toward him.
Nate got to his knee and allowed Parker to jump into him. He patted the spider in his arms, his goal achieved. Or was it...?
His pet was safe now, and for all intents and purposes, he could head home now, victorious. Unfortunately, Nate had nothing but questions remaining, and all of his questions involved continuing pursuit of the mystery woman ascending the wall. He placed Parker on the ground and pointed. "Stay here, and if I'm not back in ten minutes, crawl home, and avoid people stepping on you." It was risky to ask Parker to wander around alone, but Nate was hopeful that it would not come to that.
He ran to the ladder and jumped up, getting both hands on the bottom rung. After struggling, he pulled himself up and continued his pursuit. The woman was further along than he was, and it was all but assured that she would make it to the roof.
Knowing he was playing at a disadvantage, he mustered up his shadow, the one ace in the hole he carried. The shadow crept along the wall, past her, over the edge of the roof. The shadow rose from the roof and solidified into what he affectionately referred to as a shadow snare. If he was lucky and she stepped wrong once she got to the top, her ankle would be an unwitting target.
She didn't need to stop and look back to see if he was following. His added weight to the ladder caused it to shudder briefly. Megan swore again, wondering if she could angle herself enough to be able to spit her web at him, without falling off of the ladder in the process. She was so near the top however, that she decided to simply wait and try to knock him from the ladder once she had both feet safely on the rooftop.
The last rung came into view quickly, and she hauled herself up and over, both feet hitting the ground just past the roof ledge. The silk in her mouth had been formed into a nice, fist sized sticky ball. Which, once she was able, she spat over the edge of the roof at him as he climbed up after her.
Whether it hit him or not, she didn't stick around to tell. At best it would hit him in the face and give him reason to pause, at worst, he would dodge it all together, or she missed entirely. Why he hadn't just taken his spider and gone on his merry way, she didn't understand. Maybe he was one of those types that didn't like being messed with, and wanted some kind of revenge.
Just her luck, she figured. Pushing away from the ledge, she turned and took a step toward her exit. One step. And then... stopped. Stumbling, she hit the ground flat on her stomach, and coughed. It felt like her foot was stuck in half dried tar, able to wiggle around a little, but gripped tight. Turning onto her side, the blue eyed spider queen stared at what had a hold of her foot, and slammed one fist into the gravely cement under her.
"...A f*cking Mutant!" She hissed. The black shadow that had a hold of her ran directly over the ledge where the ladder was. It didn't take her long to put two and two together... and she wasn't liking what it added up to. Being forced to sit and wait while trapped by her ankle like an animal... not on her list of things to do today. Her children reacted to her apprehension and anger, scurrying about in her hair and hood uneasily, while she slapped a distraught, slightly frightened look onto her face.
Damned if she was going to go down without a fight... even if it was a fight fought with lies....
Nate kept his eyes on the prize, cursing his relatively unimpressive upper body strength. The lanky man would need to start lifting or something if he was going to be up to rooftop antics with sexy thieves, and at the rate he was going, this was looking like a reoccurring trend.
The escapee made it over the roof ledge, not initially stepping on his snare, which gave him pause. What worried him more was the object falling from toward him once he got there. Sure enough, something hit him in the shoulder, and while he was bracing himself for pain, what he got was a sticky mess on his shirt and sleeve. The shirt began to stick to itself, making climbing more difficult.
Just as he worried the situation would become too unmanageable, he felt it-- the dull sensation letting him know his shadow was in contact with something, namely the thief's foot. He animated the shadow, giving it form and trapping her foot in it.
He could feel her tugging and trying to pull away, but if he kept his focus and she was not a bodybuilder, it would hold. He climbed up the rest of the ladder, hoisting himself onto the roof. His captured prey remained on the ground, unsure of what came next, (a trait the two shared.)
He finally took a deep breath, the moment slowing down for the first time, and his sense of urgency receding. What was on his shirt, anyway? Where did she get it from? It had the properties of something similar to spider silk... maybe a mutant?
First thing was first: he pointed to this shirt. "Guessing this is ruined?" Thankfully, he was wearing a cheap shirt that he would not end up missing. He pulled it very carefully over his head, having no desire to get his hair anywhere near the substance.
Now on to the real question that caused him to pursue the thief past the return of his pet. "Who the hell steals a giant. F*cking. Spider?""
She sat and watched him, icy eyes analyzing every move as if he were going yo spring some sort of attack at her the moment he got himself onto the roof. Instead, he pointed out where her glob of web had hit him... uselessly on the shoulder, and set about removing his somewhat ruined shirt. Had it been too much to hope that it would knock him off of the ladder? She guessed so.
Figures. With one foot trapped, she kept the other securely under her. If for any reason the shadow... thing... loosened, she wanted to be in the right position to launch herself into a full blown sprint across the rooftop. Using her left arm to hold herself steady, she let her right hand hover next to her boot, ready to snatch up the knife hidden with in and defend herself... if it came down to that.
"Who the hell steals a giant. F*cking. Spider?"
She resisted the urge to snort. Who the hell kept one as a pet? Aside from herself.. that is. Her bottom lip trembled, ever so slightly, and she waited a few tense moments to reply. "....it called out to me..." She muttered, purposefully dropping her voice to a softer level. Silently, on the inside, she ordered the spiders hidden in various places on her to skitter out and switch places. Like a game of musical chairs. The effect it had was that while she spoke fuzzy black spiders marched from her hair and clothes. Skittering across her neck, down her front, up her cheeks and around her arms. Before vanishing back into their respective hiding places.
"I can't help it, I have to collect them all..." God, if he watched Sunday morning kids shows, she was screwed. " I'm sorry..."