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.
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Posted by Verdigris on Mar 17, 2010 5:59:31 GMT -6
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I'm in the same boat with Koga on this one. Eventually meeting would be nice, but for now I stalk the threads of the Isis clinic You could always do a two or three post solo in China as a holiday/vacation/I-needed-a-little-space-to-sort-myself-out thing if that's something you feel really suits your character.
Posted by Verdigris on Mar 17, 2010 5:51:22 GMT -6
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~~"Uh. Sure."
She cocked her head as he shuffled a space for her and turned the computer so she could see. In an instant she realised that her question of mutation had been mistaken for that of curiosity for the rooms. She decided not to say anything rather than embarrass one, or both, of their two-man party. She cocked her head a little. Some of the room numbers were in the high hundreds, the place must have been massive to hold that many rooms even remotely comfortable. And this coming from a girl who had slept under park benches or behind dumpsters. She remembered that Andrea had offered her own room and said so to Shin, who after a few moments rummaging handed her a key.
She stretched her neck a little as she considered his offer. While it was helpful to know where everything was, somehow it seemed that bed was a far, far nicer thing to be heading towards.
“I’d love to look around, this place is massive, but I think I might have to take you up on that on another day, probably best if I remember where things are.”
Because, of course it is far easier to draw an internal map when you’re wide awake.
~~~"If you ever need help practicing that ability of yours, ask me, or someone on staff. They should be able to help you out."
She smiled, a true smile, one that made her grateful eyes sparkle with joy and, admittedly, a little victory. She had made those forms work and got what she wanted. Now to just see if Andrea would still have her. Rash promises made in the sun with no one to witness and no binding contract could be easily forgotten. She hoped not.
“That would be really nice, I’ll keep it in mind.”
Pocketing the key quietly she stood. Forward to the middle corridor!
Posted by Verdigris on Mar 17, 2010 5:33:25 GMT -6
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Verdigris leant out over the edge of the shelf. Glancing one way, before sweeping her gaze the other, her eyes settled on the head of what appeared to be a man. She cocked her head. After wanting desperately to be rescued, all of a sudden fear clutched at her, maybe she didn’t want to be rescued, to owe some stranger for helping her down from atop a bookshelf.
~~"What should we do? Throw a book down or something? Maybe yell like we had planned?"
Verdigris smiled faintly, Rupunzel Rupunzel let down your hair. She felt for the edge of the shelf and grasped the spine of a book, drawing it up to glance at it before tossing it into the space between the shelves. Rose lips She nearly dropped it in surprise, somehow tossing a book with that much skin on the cover was a little bold. She nodded agreement to her friends statement about not tossing it. She still had shame, after all, and that was no way to introduce oneself.
A deep breath, her toes tingled in anticipation, or fear. Poking her head out far enough that she would be clearly visible if the man looked up, but able to duck back behind the wood if he pelted fire, or ice, or anything else, towards her.
“Excuse me, we’re stuck. Do you have a ladder?”
Smoothness was always portrayed by whomever made the first comment being some form of sane, and non-creepy. She did the best she could under the circumstances really.
Posted by Verdigris on Mar 15, 2010 0:50:49 GMT -6
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She wiped nervous sweaty palms across her pants, the amount of times she had read and re-read the questions before carefully wording answers on a napkin to get them perfectly right before she wrote them on the actual form. It would be terrible if they still weren't satisfactory.
~~"Looks good,"
Relief flooded through her and a easy-going smile flittered across her face, if the paperwork was in order it was a big step in the right direction, huge even, and all the time she had spent seemed well worth it.
~~"So, you've met Sebastian then? Nice guy... saved the bride twice, actually."
She nodded, the horned man was by far one of the nicest people she had met since coming to New York City, most people- she had realised quickly- were far too busy to care about a lost teen, no matter how hungry she looked. Sebastian was different, even without knowing her he had invited her to his wedding so she could eat freely for an evening. The fact that he had saved his bride didn't surprise her at all, he seemed the type to help anyone he could.
~~"You... shoot marbles?"
Ah yes, the most tricky question to answer 'mutation description' she had opted for an example as she was yet to really find a description besides "wormhole hands" that even started to describe what she could do.
~~"Neat. I make sharp point triangle shaped barriers with my mind."
She raised her eyebrows, now that was something a little different, not that she had had much experience with those carrying the X-gene. Well, perhaps it was a bit of a tit-for-tat.
"Cool, and yeah, kinda. Marbles, paper clips, pens, keys, pretty much anything that is small enough to fit in your hand and shorter than wrist to elbow." She gave an awkward grin "And yeah, I haven't worked out how to make them come slowly yet, so they sorta come flinging out at high speeds..."
She fidgeted a little, as he fiddled with the computer in front of him, it seemed rude but, well, she couldn't resist an opportunity when one arose. "Can I see? Sorry, I mean, if that's rude." She hesitated for a moment "And Andrea said I could share a room with her when I ended up coming, if I came at all, if that helps."
She bit her lip to keep from blabbering more, when nervous she had a irritating habit of saying too much in too little time.
Posted by Verdigris on Mar 14, 2010 18:33:00 GMT -6
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If looks could kill she was fairly sure she would be dead. In fact, she would probably have been torn into tiny little pieces which would be spread across a hundred thousand places, perhaps some even fed to the little Flipsy-dog. A little twinge of fear tickled at her backbone as his whole face drew in. Not like he had tasted something horrid, more like he had just realised the apple he had carelessly put in the pocket of his hundred dollar suit jacket had turned to stinking slush which he stuck his fingers into in the middle of an important, and undoubtedly long, meeting. Not a pleasant face at all. Her eyes flicked to his fingers to check for apple slime, or projectiles, before returning to his face. What she saw there startled her, this was not a happy man, in fact if she didn’t know better she would say this was in fact a very sad man. Probably lonely too.
~~“Subconscious? Sweetheart, if this is subconscious, then the world isn’t ready for me to actually feel inferior.”
She wasn’t entirely sure the world was ready for this; she was certainly confused by his ups and downs. Stepping cautiously forward she checked his fingers once more before taking a leap of faith- figuratively- and gently patting the air above his shoulder comfortingly, poor, poor sad human. How to comfortingly say that everything would be ok… She couldn’t think of any metaphors that really suited this kind of situation. Oh well, when in doubt make it up.
“Just because a shoe store gets in a new shipment doesn’t mean that they stop selling the older, functional brands. Mutants are like a marketing experiment, if anything humans are more likely to be around for longer, you’re tried and tested.”
Hmm, on second thoughts, it might have been, when in doubt keep your mouth shut. Whoops.
Posted by Verdigris on Mar 10, 2010 15:42:05 GMT -6
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OOC: So sorry this took so long to reply, real life got a bit too crazy and I couldn't get onto the internet. Back now and in councilling so hopefully it wil;l be more regular. Good to be back. BIC
Verdigris was, she had always thought, a logical kind of girl, not given over to rash decisions or spontaneous actions; she always tried to think things through first. Well, she was thinking, and despite the feeling in her stomach akin to a large hunk of lead- or something equally heavy- she found herself fleetingly considering jumping. She didn’t even know where the medical area was, never a good thing if you were considering risky actions or broken limbs, but their tour had not progressed that far and she could always follow groaned instructions from her friend, provided she could carry her. She surveyed her friend quietly, measuring up a rough estimation of how heavy she might be, provided her limbs weren’t made of rock, in which case she was unlikely to break.
She grinned as her friend flushed, darkened? Nothing quite like awkward situations to make or break friendships in the bud. She followed the line of looking before glancing around on the other side. Nothing there either. She felt her pockets half heartedly, she was fairly sure she didn’t even have a pair of scissors in her backpack, much less her pockets. Ah well, she was fond of her hair anyway, besides she was fairly certain that even between them they didn’t have enough hair for a rope. As she turned to detail this to her green skinned partner she froze mid-twist, her mouth already forming the start of an “I”.
Something was there that hadn’t been there a moment ago, she couldn’t quite put her finger on it and a shiver made its way down her spine like a trickle of ice-cream, slowly but steadily chilling her spine and clinging like the sticky, slimy milk product. Survival instincts took over and she slunk into a crouch, balancing carefully on the balls of her feet, ready to dash away if whatever it was that was giving her the heebie-jeebies decided to attack.
Fingers clutching the edges of the shelf she swayed side-to-side, trying to determine where the sound was coming from. It was a strange sound, low but not monotonous, it rose and fell, like the wind through the trees in the park, with a dull thudding sound she couldn’t quite place punctuating it. Eyes wide she turned to her friend and spoke in a dull hiss.
Posted by Verdigris on Mar 4, 2010 22:17:03 GMT -6
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As you all may have noticed, I have not been on or posting much lately, I've been trying to work through a bad spot by myself which probably wasn't the best idea. I am now seeing a councillor and already I have improved enough to get on the computer to post this, but I may still be out of action for a while, school's really hitting me hard. Love you all still very much, sorry I haven't been around Verdy
Posted by Verdigris on Feb 8, 2010 17:57:55 GMT -6
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I am attending a compulsory school camp for three days, then going to see 'Wicked', There will most likely not be any posts from me for about 5-6 days... Will try and catch up on everything when I get back, yr 12 is insanity!!! ((Cafas is going on camp too, dunno if he already posted))
Verdigris was no stranger to dyed hair, her own green-tipped locks were a round-about by-product of her mutation. Not that her mutation made her hair any different, just that she had dyed it to change how she looked so she could disappear until she figured out her mutation. She had never expected to be gone for three years. She smiled at the pair, perhaps they too had picked the mansion as a safe-house. She watched as the young man rummaged and dug before wrapping the ice triumphantly in a tea-towel. He suggested his office and she nodded, with a glance again to the two students she fell in behind the man and followed quietly.
~~~
Verdigris slipped into the chair, paying careful attention not to swing on it. She ran her fingers over her pants, it kept them warm, and kept her occupied.
“My name is Verdigris, lots of people used to call me Verdy, but you don’t have to, whichever is easier, nice to meet you Shin.”
She glanced at the ice laden hand, did he want her to get rid of it? Ah, no, it would seem he had merely forgotten about it. She shook the cold, slightly wet hand with an awkward smile.
“I, uh, have been living in New York for three years now, I had heard rumours and mentions of a mansion for mutants, but never took any action. I could look after myself I guess was what I was thinking.”
She smiled a little as she remembered the slap-dash way she and Andrea had met.
“I met a girl, and got a fright from a mutant at a safehouse she tried to show me. I ran to the park and hid. I started feeling really guilty, so I promised myself the next obvious mutant I saw I would go out of my way to be friendly to. That’s how I met Andrea, maybe you know her, she’s kinda… green. She invited me to come here, and I said I would if I got the paperwork.”
She fumbled in her pocket and retrieved the folded and re-folded pages.
“I picked these up a while ago, there was a wedding here and the groom invited me. This is the first time I’ve been back here since then.”
She lay the paper oblong on the desk, tilting it so it was perfectly parallel to the edge, it just looked better like that.
Posted by Verdigris on Feb 5, 2010 22:41:27 GMT -6
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~~“And I hope you don’t live long enough to have kids.”
She gave a twisted smile, seeing as she wasn’t planning on having kids for a good long time like… never… that really didn’t seem like too much of a-
Threat? Insult?
Whatever... her head said it didn’t matter, that nothing more than a niiiiice long sleep and a glass of water mattered. Maybe a few doses of gravity as well. Stupid floating apartment. She quirked an eyebrow at the man, he seemed like he wouldn’t leap up and grab at her, the tiny flickers of pain when he moved were enough of an indication of that, and somehow the t-shirt and track-pants didn’t really lend themselves to a gun. Although, this was New York.
“I’m curious, do you hate everyone who is different to you? Or just those you subconsciously think are better?”
Whap, low blow to the ego. It would be amusing to watch his eyes bulge as he realised it, and her brain still had enough clarity she was sure she could duck away from a thrown glass, provided it followed normal rules of things thrown and didn’t sway to the warped rules the gravity had given in to.
Verdy followed the point of the finger with her eyes, then the path of her friend with her body. She was cautious to leave enough room that she wouldn’t collide with her friend each time either of them paused to get their balance and prepare for the next leap. Or the next. Or the next. How large a library does one mansion need? The fact that it was this big across, while this was merely one floor meant that if she ever needed a book, it was most likely here. With a wobble she came to a stop next to her friend and, breathing heavily, nodded agreement to the maze remark.
Whoever designed this warped rat race had a terrible sense of humour, borderline sick. She wiped her hands against her legs and surveyed the shelf they were standing on. Perhaps no one would mind if they did try and attract some attention by slight pyrotechnics. She patted her pockets hopefully.
“No matches.”
She glanced to the left. To the right. Then straight up. The small circles on the ceiling confimed her suspicion. A mansion full of mutants, more than one probably possessing the ability to manipulate fire or heat, it was very unlikely they would leave the collection of such flammable material unprotected.
“Look…”
Sprinklers.
Normally Verdy didn’t mind getting a bit wet, nothing like a good drenching to clear the streets and allow you to be yourself for a few moments. But stuck atop library shelves with no foreseeable way of getting dow-
Maybe this was it… maybe this was the answer to the prayer she hadn’t thought about sending, sitting ignored in her mental ‘drafts’ box. A ladder. She could just see the tips, poking up above the shelf a few leaps away. With a cry of joy she hopped, jumped and scurried over to it. Triumph was short lived, however, as she looked down to see a partially rung-less ladder. The tops eight or so steps had been removed, leaving a dangerous drop to a target thinner than an A4 page of paper.
“Ugh.”
She could see a piece of paper tacked to the shelf, so wriggling onto her stomach she reached down and snagged it. ‘Adult fiction. Please ask for assistance to access these books.’ Trust her to find the unusable ladder, surrounded by books the mere titles of made her blush. She shuffled into a sitting position and glanced around.
Posted by Verdigris on Jan 29, 2010 20:55:23 GMT -6
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~~ “Be right there.”
The voice sounded a little upset about being disturbed, or perhaps it had just had too much to drink or smoke recently. A twinge of fear at the thought that flitted unbidden into her mind- perhaps they had a dragon-mutant guarding the gates. Somehow being charred to a crisp when she finally had a friend and a job after three years of nothing seemed a bit of a shame. Wriggling her fingers to keep circulation happening (nothing quite like the stiffness of chilled body parts to kill a good mood.) she inspected the gates. They looked sturdy enough, but would they really keep out someone who was determined. Especially if said determined someone had wings? It seemed unlikely, and she idly wondered why there wasn’t a giant dome surrounding the whole area. Besides the fact it would be insanely expensive, of course.
~~ “Hello. Hold on a second.”
She gave her fingers one last wriggle as she waited for the keypad to decide if she was worth admitting. She passed. She followed the man with a curious crinkle of her nose. On a day like this coffee or hot chocolate, or pretty much anything warm seemed better than ice, but she was inside now, and if- as well as ice- the kitchen had a table, she could get this man to have a look over her paperwork. Surely with as many issues that the general population had with mutants there were lots of potential residents who couldn’t put details in certain areas.
Following the man quietly she looked around as they made their way up the steps to the doors, she had been here once before, and the lighting had been much better in late afternoon, rather than early evening, but she had been distracted by fits of nerves about attending a wedding where she didn’t know anyone. The grounds were huge, from what she could see and she touched her pocket, double checking that her paperwork hadn’t run away from her.
She pondered why he would want ice right after meeting her, and after careful contemplation of everything he had said and done from the moment he stepped out of the doors and made his way towards her, she still wasn't sure why. The man touched the back of his head tenderly and she decided it was for himself. He had, after all, been rubbing his head when he said it as well. He must have hit it on something.
“Are you alright?”
Surely whatever had happened to him wasn’t her fault…
Posted by Verdigris on Jan 29, 2010 3:59:54 GMT -6
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Verdy’s eyes widened a tiny bit. Sprained. Her. Nose. Her mouth twitched a tiny bit, but she was able to hide her smile long enough as her friend spoke that it was masked by the sneeze. Verdigris had seen flu ads, warning against the spread of flu, demanding that people cover their nose and mouth when they sneezed. Never had she been more thankful that someone had paid attention to those ads for more than the ‘EW!’ factor.
Wriggle. Wriggle. Hope above hope there are no security cameras perched hidden somewhere in the ceiling. It would be funny for the security guard perhaps, not so much for them if word of it got about. But hey, in a school where people could fly, or had tails, there were surely more interesting things to gossip about than… encounters… atop library shelves.
Yeah.
She wobbled to her feet and surveyed herself for injuries. Fingers wriggled the way they were meant to, nothing seemed to be complaining louder than the general bumps and thumps of late-night adventures. She followed the gaze of her greenish companion and her eyes traced some idea of the path they should take. She nodded quietly and held her breath as her friend made the jump. This one was far more graceful and delicate, with only minor wobbling and no eating dirt. Dust. Whatever.
As her friend was a bit shorter than her, she cleared the leap without too much difficulty. The minor problem being that she jumped a little far, and came to a hand-flailing-stop mere inches from her friend. There are few things one can say when almost nose-to-nose with your friend you hardly know. Fewer when it is the middle of the night and they are in their PJs. She grinned, albeit a little awkwardly.
“Hi.”
A subtle step back so there was a more… reasonable… distance between them and she wiped her hands on her jeans. Nothing like adventures and late-night romps to make your palms sweat.
((OOC: Do we want to skip ahead to when we get to the other side, spend a post each lamenting the lack of ladder then PM Martin to rescue us? Also, sorry this took so long… stupid school.))
Posted by Verdigris on Jan 21, 2010 8:02:59 GMT -6
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Amen to that Meld, I must say, I'm quite confused with the whole 'so who's in Romania? When do they get back? Did I meet them before they went or after they got back?' Also re-stating my interest in this plot, however it turns out in the end.
Posted by Verdigris on Jan 21, 2010 7:04:44 GMT -6
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Her buddy was Not Happy, her slightly addled brain told her this. It also told her that she had said something wrong, something that had made her buddy Not Happy. She pouted at the scowl- ridden swearing and the grind in her head clicked to a halt. She was a mutant, he was not. He also thought she was laughing at him. Nothing like a bit of false accusation to sober you up.
“No Sir.”
He slammed his glass down on the table so hard she felt the vibrations through the couch into her backbone. Suddenly half a couch didn’t nearly far enough away from the angry ex-drinking-pal. Hmm, on that note, she should probably get him some replacement drink for that which she had consumed. Two glasses? Three? She couldn’t remember, not that it really mattered, unless she took him out for a drink there was no real way to repay him drink-by-drink. A messy mental note was scrawled Next pay check, get this guy something to drink a bitter second thought and half a bottle of acceptance.
Until he could walk again. Depending on the man, that could be mere minutes as the alcohol swirled through his bloodstream and he got a second wind. Or it could be hours and hours, followed by a whole morning of crawling around with a hangover. It was a road she didn’t really want to follow to see where it led. Time to go. She wobbled to her feet- were apartments supposed to sway the way this one was?- and, finger pressed solidly on the back of the couch to stabilise herself she tried to remember if she had brought a bag, or anything that wasn’t shoved into her pockets. Ex-buddy was talking again, and she looked at him. A rhetorical question should never contain ‘you’, and she felt compelled to answer.
“No Sir, I have wormhole hands… Stuff comes out of one of them, little things, things that no one is looking at. Or touching. Coins and paperclips and”
She stared at him, she would not look hurt, she refused to look hurt. This was her resolution, and a stupid one at that. Hand back all the keys she had found over three years, one by one. Foolish girl.
“and keys. Your’s was one that had details attached, it wasn’t the first, Sir, and it isn’t the last I intend to give back either. Sorry for eating your muffins.”
She moved to walk towards the door when something else he had muttered sunk through the mess of brain-matter, screaming that she should have had something decent to eat before drinking. Real. He thought she wasn’t real.
Now. Verdigris in general was a happy drunk, a giggle here, a titter there and she was fine. Some things however, made her a very angry drunk, she could feel her whole insides bristling with rage at the drunk man on the couch who dared to say she wasn’t a real person.
“Do you think it’s easy Mister-one-species-forever? Do you think someone like me would like to suddenly discover there is a part of themselves they can’t control. Something no one, including themselves, understands or can manage? I met a girl the other day, her ‘non-real gene’ or whatever you want to call it hit on the street. In the Laundromat’s, actually. So here is a little girl, out with her mother, who suddenly her whole life, her whole world changes. She was ten, and she had a pair of pink dragonfly wings sprout from her back in public. Maybe some ten year olds would love to have fairy wings, but this child a child had to stand there, blood running down her back while her mother screamed at her for being a disgrace, before getting into her car and leaving that little girl stranded.”
She wobbled a little, put her hand firmly on the back of the couch to steady herself, before crossing her arms and glaring a little at the man.
“You might not like me Mr Kelly, but that is as stupid as me hating you for the colour of your eyes or the shape of your nose. I hope when you’re sober you’ll remember this one thing, I didn’t have to return your key, didn’t have to walk the whole way here, but I did Sir, I did and I hope when your hangover is gone and this is weeks in the past, that every time you unlock your door, you remember me. More than anything, remember this. Rupert Kelly, you’re a racist bastard, and I hope your kids are x-gene positive and give you hell.”
With a huff of exertion, man being an angry drunk really takes something outta you, she swayed a little more and glanced down at the yipping ball of fluff, face covered in crumbs, dancing around her feet. At least Flipsy didn’t hate her for what she could not control.
You could always do a two or three post solo in China as a holiday/vacation/I-needed-a-little-space-to-sort-myself-out thing if that's something you feel really suits your character.