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.
Winnie meant what sher said. She firmly believed that people should only do what made them happy and, if anyone had a problem with it, they could do **** themselves. It was just the state of mind that she possessed. She didn’t like anyone telling her what to do or what mold she needed to fit into. The world was varied and full of strange and amazing people, all of which with their own qualities, none of which they should really apologize for if they were just being human. Of course that didn’t stop the torrent of judgement that came out in the world, but they could only tackle it one battle at a time.
Maya seemed to be accepting of herself and her abilities. The fact that she could switch between genders, must have allowed her quite the perspective on the world. However, her coy little grin hinted that she was certainly not one to just let things go unsaid.
>>"Thanks, I'll put that on a motivational poster with some cute animal."
Her eyebrow arched. A small grin on his her lips, she shook her head and decided to not comment. It wasn’t hard to guess what the X-Woman was referring to. And, in order to preserve whatever friendship they hoped to have, it was best she didn’t say anything.
When asked about her own experiences with her parents, Winnie was quite honest. Her father was a loving man, but he was a tough one. Her changing into a kiwi bird was quite possibly the last thing that either of them would have expected. Jokes erupted between the two and Winnie knew that she and her father would continue their unshakable bond.
>>"Well... that's good...And I know we're done with the Pokémon thing, but I meant what I said. I started out as a shifter, then walked into my first mirror when I was thirteen. And a movie in my twenties. You'll probably level up to something that can actually punch. Like... a wallaby?"
Another hard look. Without warning, Winnie reached over with her free hand and gave the mirrorwalker a firm punch in the arm; a punch that carried with it some more than expected strength of someone of her size and age. Winnie was an experienced boxer, after all. When he recoiled her fist, she eyed the other woman with a slight grin.
”You deserve that, and you know it,” she confirmed. She then sighed as she kept her eyes ahead. Curiosity grabbed her as she glanced back to the other. ”Movie walking? Really? How does that even work?”
Winnie was actually fairly interested in the other woman. Not only were her abilities interesting, and useful, but there was certainly more to her than met the eye. Aside from just walking through mirrors, she also could shift into another gender? Honestly it was a state of being that Winnie would have never expected to hear from the other. She wasn't freaked out by it, just intrigued. Did doing so give her, or him, perspective on another gender? Did she feel more comfortable in one gender as opposed to the other? Questions abound, but she wouldn't pry…
…too much.
Following next to the mutant, she questioned if dropping the twin act was a sign that she was just accepting of net two sides. However it seemed it was more than that.
>> "Nah…I was born shifting, I had time to get used to it. It's more like... people around me got used to it. And I was staying in one play long enough for the news to get around."
She nodded her head. That made sense. The longer s/he lived in a single place, the more people would connect the dots. People weren't necessarily stupid, they were capable of observations from time to time. There was only so many times that people would notice the twins were not in the same room together.
”I always advocate being yourself, hon,” she said. ” And anyone gives you grief, they can bugger off.”
A few more steps. A question directed at her.
>> "How about you? Family handling the kiwi thing well?"
She snorted. She remembered when she came out to her father. His reaction wasn't bad, just obnoxious was all. Though she definitely could have been dealt a far worse hand. In her case, though, her father loved her, no matter what.
>>”I think it was… two days of straight laughing?” she contemplated on the memory, grinning as she looked off in the distance. ”But it was understandable. He’s an experienced boxer. He taught his only child to throw punch. I curse with abandon. To watch me shift into that, well, I would have laughed too.” she smirked. ”But we’re good. I should probably call him back in Cali tonight. “
The gender shifting was not something that Winnie had expected. She didn’t know why. Mutant powers were like ice cream, they came in all shapes and flavors. After all, who was she to talk when she turned into a minute, flightless bird? Who really expects that? Was shifting one’s gender really so off the rails? Certainly not. Maybe Winnie was just having trouble connecting mirror-walking and gender shifting but she wasn’t about to split hairs. People were people and, again, mutations can vary into all forms -- and not always the expected.
Still, Winnie found the idea a bit interesting. To be able to switch between genders? How many people would love that kind of opportunity? How many wished they were someone else would have the chance to do that? While some people would probably cringe at the idea, for Winnie it wasn’t something that bothered her. This was the modern age, after all.
>>"Yeah, with everything...Taller, with shorter hair, usually. And a different name. But it's still me. Although I used to pretend I was twins."
She nodded her head, intrigued. ”Sounds fun,” she said with a grin as she gave the woman an appraising look, trying to paste an image of a male version of the person whom she was looking at. ”I’d like to meet your other half one day,” she grinned, but quickly clarified. ”...you know, without the bow in your hand.”
Again, she would never let him live it down.
Her eyes went back to roaming the scenery before she raised her voice again. ”I take it to mean that you no longer pretend your twins?” She asked curiously. ”Accepting that you’re both sides of the same coin?”
Winnie rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at the other -- and immediately regretted it as the wetness of her pink tongue immediately picked out the flavor of the stench that Maya carried with her. Winnie gagged a little, cringed, and turned away in hopes to keeping her lunch down. Ugh, that was disgusting. But, she didn’t say anything about it and instead just shook her head at the woman’s comment.
”If I were a Pokemon, then I have serious issue to take with the game developer,” she grumbled.
Truth be told, Winnie did harbor secret thoughts of what she wished her abilities would become. Kiwi wasn’t all that impressive but maybe she should shift into a…bigger kiwi? Honestly she wasn’t sure how her mutation could improve upon itself but she guessed that it wasn’t up to her. It was just the roll of the genetic dice.
But that was enough about her. She wanted to know about the woman she was walking with. What was her mutation. Was is just all trapping people in mirrors? It was possible but know that she was an X-Man meant that she could have more abilities that she wasn’t willing to disclose. On top of that, she couldn’t help toss in a little extra snark. There was no way that Maya was ever going to live down the fact that she shot an arrow at an innocent person.
>>"Mostly...Nah, I also occasionally walk into movies, and shift into a guy sometimes."
Winnie nodded along, listening but keeping her eyes forward. However, she ground to a fault when Maya dropped that little bombshell that the pretty heroine at her side could also shift into a male. That made her stop and turned towards her, eyes alit with curiosity. She gave the X-Woman a scrutinizing look before she just smirked.
”Wow...talk about burying the lead,” she said with a chuckle. She then turned back to Maya. ”So...like…fully fully guy? With everything?” She couldn’t help but ask and then just grinned as she continued facing forward. ”Talk about having the best of both worlds.”
Winnie was not the biggest fan of her mutation. Not because she hated mutants but simply because, to her, it felt like to most useless mutation that anyone could be saddled with. There were people who could do some truly amazing things and here she was, stuck with the ability to turn into a little flightless bird. She wasn’t even an indestructible flightless bird, just a little kiwi with the ability to let off a stream of obscenities. Really that was the one aspect of herself that she rarely considered to be special but more as just a cross to bear.
But she wasn’t going to let that get her down right now. She was having an amazing experience and, as disorienting as it could be, she was more thrilled than scared of the moment. Holding the hand of the X-Woman next to her, walking side-by-side, she let her eyes wander around the the thrilling dimension she was in. There was even a moment where the reflect of a car came so close that she squeezed the other’s hand tighter out of reflex but she wasn’t filled with enough fear to warrant shifting into kiwi. Instead, without looking at the other, she just loosened her grip back to the simple hand holding that they had already been engaged in.
Maya was sweet, though. After Winnie had finished ragging on her own abilities, she immediately went into the X-Man P.R. mode…
>>"I know it's a Hallmark card cliché, but there's no such thing as a useless mutation...For example, I'm sure you could make some sweet exotic pet cash..."
Her eyebrow quirked as she tilted her gaze back to the woman. Honestly there was no good way to take what she had said. Instead the young Brit simply gave her an “you-better-rethink-that” look. Maya at least seemed to catch onto her own words and looked up with a smirk.
>>"Nah, that did not come out right, did it.”
She shook her head in agreement.
>>What I mean is... people learn to get creative with their powers. And you're definitely a smaller target when kiwi. And... maybe you'll level up later? Like... dunno. Penguin? Cassowary? That would be terrifying..."
She snorted and sighed. ”I’m not a Pokemon, Maya,” she said with a light laugh on her lips. But, wanting to get off the subject of her own abilities, she nodded to the other. ”What about you? Is it all mirror-walking and attempted murder of innocent bystanders?”
>>"There are stalkers, and then there are reporters"[/icolor]
WIth her sweetest smile, Winnie looked over to the other. ”Then it’s a good thing that I’m neither. Otherwise you would be defeated by your worst nemesis.”
A snarky grin on her lips, the short-haired woman followed the other through the dimension that she never knew existed. If Maya had the ability to just enter and travel wherever she wanted, it made the photographer wonder why she never went back to her hometown. It was her prerogative, really, and Winnie had no say in it, but she couldn’t help but point out that traveling really didn’t seem like it would be an issue for her. Then again, she didn’t understand the true scope of her abilities so maybe that kind of travel really was impossible.
Whatever the case, if Maya wanted to tell her, then so be it. She wasn’t going to pry as, she has stated several times, she wasn’t a reporter. She knew when to keep her comments to herself, of course. Though, in all fairness, it didn’t seem like it.
>>"I don't really have family there anymore...And New York has kinda grown on me. My friends are all here. And some of them are as good as family. I know it sounds cheesy, but with mutants...I'm sure you know."
Winnie didn’t say much at first. In all fairness her experiences had been pretty...good. She didn’t have a lot of the tragic life that other mutants have had. She looked human and her powers really weren’t a danger to the rest of humanity. She couldn’t zap people with lightning or stop time, hell, she couldn’t even maul another person by shifting into a dangerous animal -- it was all kiwi for her.
But, she did understand that others needed the extended family that only other mutants could provide. If that was what Maya found with her team and the people in New York, then good on her.
”Well, good you found family…” she admitted. ”There’s a lot who are less lucky.”
The movement through shimmering glass continued as Winnie watched the world pass them by without realizing they moved in a completely unnatural manner. After moving through another set of panes, the X-Man inquired further after her mutation.
>>"So... is it just the kiwi? Or do you do other flightless birds as well?"
She blushed a little and shook her head. ”Kiwi only,” she explained. ”Talk about useless, huh?” Another shrug of her shoulders. ”It’s a good thing I know how to throw a punch. Otherwise I could have ended up as someone’s pet.”
For was ego boosting as it surely would be for the X-Woman to hear that Winnie was just an overly obsessed fangirl with a need to throw herself in the line of danger for a single photograph of the woman whose self-made post she kissed to bed every night, that simply wasn’t the case. No, truth be told, Winnie was just in it for the fast cash. She wasn’t some sleaze who did whatever was necessary to get a picture, but rather was just someone who knew an opportunity when she saw one. She would never risk another person’s life just for a photograph and hers, well, she was willing to be a little more liberal with that.
At the admittance that she was merely out to make a quick buck, she was surprised to find that there was no real judgement in the eyes of the woman next to her. She actually looked a little relieved that that wasn’t the case here. With a smirk on her lips, Winnie looked ahead, her eyes still drawn to the strange world around them as they traveled towards the intended destination.
>>"Would you believe me if I said I'm relieved to hear that?"
She smirked and coyly responded. ”Aww, have you just been setting little hearts aflutter all over the city and tired of all the attention?” She gave her a teasing pout. ”You’re cute, sweetheart, but I’m not a stalker.”
They continued their journey which, as it would appear, would open up more room for dialogue. She was asked about her accent. For Winnie that was a bit of a strange question to ask someone, especially in New York City, which was a cultural melting pot. But it wasn’t the first time she was ask and, more than likely, wouldn’t be the last time either. So, with a shrug of her shoulders, she explained a bit of her household, the battle of accents that endured, and what she took away from it.
>>"Fair point...Seattle, for me, but I have not been back there since middle school... Not since I joined the team."
She nodded her head. Seattle. She went there a few times when she was in college, once by road trip and again by plane for a friend’s wedding. It was a beautiful place, peaceful in some areas, and so much green. Honestly she wouldn’t have minded going back -- after she was done in New York, that is.
”There a reason?” she asked directly. ”I mean, considering that you can travel via glass and shiny object, I’m sure that you wouldn’t need a plane ticket. And even the X-Men have to offer vacation time. So why not?”
”Laundry?” Winnie said with a snort. ”Personally I’d just set the bloody thing on fire.”
It was true. With certain materials and certain scents, there really was no need to save it. It was just a lost cause and that was okay. It was better to sacrifice one outfit for the greater good than to risk tainting every bit of clothing you’ve ever owned by trying to wash or dry clean something so thoroughly besmirched. But, at the end of the day, it wasn’t her call. Besides, it wasn’t as if she could just light her own hand on fire, right?
With a sigh she kept any further thoughts to herself and instead simply allowed herself to be pulled through the mirror...and into a whole other world. Winnie wasn’t sure what she had been expecting when she stepped through the glass, but the shimmering world that she found was beyond imagination. She knew that mutants could have some pretty out there abilities but this one definitely seemed to take the cake.
When asked if she would be terrified by all this and pop back into kiwi, she shook her head and explained that she was fine. After all, why should she be scared when there was an X-Woman here to keep her safe. So, maybe it was said with a slight flirtatious air. There was nothing wrong with some harmless flirting, especially when the woman next to her was exceedingly cute.
>>"Is that why you were taking pictures? It's a fangirl thing? Is there anywhere I can drop you off?... Also, I don't know if ya mind me asking but... what's with the accent?"
Winnie just shook her head again. ”Would you believe me if I told you I was just out minding my own business when I caught wind of this happening? Figured I could take a picture or two, earn enough for rent.” She gave another casual shrug. ”Was just buisness.” Taking a second to consider where she wanted to go, Winnie chewed on her lip and figured that home would probably be best. Why be dropped off on the street when she had a free ride home? Still, she didn’t really want a stranger to know where she lived...maybe just a general area would be fine. ”Corner of 5th and 3rd,” she said sweetly.
After a few moments, the heroine then inquired after the last thing that she would have expected, her accent? Tilting her head up to look at the heroine, she arched her eyebrow before she finally answered in a truthful way.
”Dad’s a Brit. Mom is…was...New Zealander. And I was raised in California,” she explained, a sly smile. ”You try getting outta that house without an accent, love.”
The struggle was real. Honestly it should have been a simple matter to think on, after all, she was being offered a chance out of here that would have been relatively painless versus one that would require a lot of explanation and the possible seizure of her belongings. What was a little sticky hand holding when compared to that? Another whiff of Maya and, well, it was still up in the air for her. But, in the end, she relented. After all, she wanted a way out and, if we’re being honestly, it was necessarily the worst thing she did to get a photo.
Taking the other’s hand, she gagged a little, holding her other hand over her mouth to keep from smelling it too strongly. It was a bad mixture of bodily fluids tinges with salty seawater. Urk! She knew she was going to be off sushi for awhile now, but it was nothing that a nice hot shower wouldn’t be able to rid herself of.
>>"The things I do for the greater good…”
That forced her to roll her eyes. ”Be still my heart, you’re a f**king saint,” she grinned right back. She would have stuck her tongue out at the woman but thought better of it since it would only afford her a better taste of the air around them and that, certainly, would not be wise.
A second later, hand-in-hand with the heroine, Winnie closed her eyes as she felt herself being pulled through a nearby pane of glass. She had half-expected it to be a joke, maybe Maya would finish the job her arrow wouldn’t and would hurl her through the glass and fully kill her. But that didn’t happen. Instead she felt as if her entire body were cold for a split second before she risked opening her eyes...and they were there.
Her eyes wide, she looked around the mirror world, peering in all directions, smiling as she peered around. It had a strange abstract beauty to it that as eye-catching. Honestly she wanted to take a photograph of it, if it were at all possible.
>>”You're not gonna go kiwi again, are you?... Shifter to shifter, that POOF thing you do is kinda freaky."
She whirled back to Maya and just shook her head with a chuckle. ”Yeah because walking in and out of mirrors isn’t a completely overused horror movie trope.” She said as she gave the woman a ball-busting look. But, she relented after a moment and just took a breath. ”No, I’ll be fine. It’s….freaky all right…” but she looked back at the heroine. ”...but I have a big strong X-Man here to protect me, so what’s to be scared of?”
While Winnie was impressed with the X-Man, she also didn’t want to hang around this area much longer than she had it. It wasn’t because she had done anything wrong, far from it (except some light trespassing), but she knew how ornery those police officers in the MRC could get, especially when someone was just trying to snap a photo or two. On top of that, those machines that they started to utilize, the buggy Guardian-from-Z-Men wannabes were a bit too unnerving for her to want to hang around.
Besides, after almost being shot through with an arrow, she figured that the least Maya could do was help get her out of here. Seemed like the minimal price to pay for such a slip up.
>>"It wasn't target practice, it was a warning shot. If it had been target practice, I would have hit you…Alright, stay back here. I'll go hand this mess over to the professionals."
She smirked, waited until Maya turned around, then crossed gave her the two-fingered salute for her deadpanned warning. Really, why was a warning shot even necessary? It wasn’t as if she were some dangerous criminal. She was just a photographer! Whatever, she wouldn’t call the heroine out for her mistake just yet. Instead she turned, looked for a place for herself to lounge and waited.
Maya wasn’t gone as long as she thought she would be. As soon as she stepped out, Winnie caught a few glances from the safety of the shadows as the heroine informed the police of everything, even helped them to bring the mirror out of the bank so that Mr. Cephalopod could be taken away. For the briefest of moments, watching as the Octo-Man was dragged out, banging his tentacles against the mirror, the kiwi-shifter found herself reminded of a scene from one of her favorite comic book movies, “Superior Man 2”, where the villain and his cronies were sent flying off into space, trapped in a mirror.
She snickered at that thought.
When Maya returned, the cops seemed mostly satisfied but they would still have to come back in to check up on the crime scene, gather evidence, convict the mutant, etc., etc., that meant she still needed to get out of here. Luckily Maya seemed to have that same thought.
>>"Okay, so... we can go out the way you came in, or I can take you out through the mirrors, but in that case, you'll have to hold my hand."
Winnie wrinkled her nose at the prospect of holding the other’s slimy hand. But given the fact that she needed to get out, and really how could she turn down the chance to hop through mirrors, she resigned herself to having to thoroughly wash her hands once this was over.
Giving the woman a hard look, Winnie shrugged her shoulders as she stepped up her, her own hands hidden inside the pockets of her jeans. The scent grew more powerful the closer she stood to the woman, almost making her retch but with few options to get out, she was going to have to take one for the team. Her small, slender hand reached down and carefully took the other woman’s. As she felt the goo cup coat the inside of her hand, she closed her eyes and breathed through her mouth.
”Blegh. It’s like shaking hands with someone’s kidney. Urk…” she held her other hand up cover her mouth before she sighed, breathed through it, and turned back to Maya. ”Ready whenever you are Toxic Avenger…”
Okay so maybe it was a bit of a cheap shot, grabbing a photo of Maya when she was looking… less than pristine. But considering the fact that she was almost pierced by an arrow, she figured it was owed to her. Besides, there was a slim chance that she wouldn't sell the photo. To be perfectly honest, she just wasn’t sure yet. She already had some excellent photographs, or she would once she printed them, was it really necessary to dish out the photo that painted her in a slimy light? Time would tell.
With the sirens getting louder, Winnie turned her head to see the flash of red and blue lights beginning to spill into the room. The police would be here soon and, while she wasn't guilty of anything, the last thing she wanted was to waste the rest of her day having to explain to police why she in here. She wasn't police, and she certainly wasn’t X-Men, she had no business here.
Her eyes drifted back to Maya as she stood up, goop falling from her hair. She smirked a bit but said nothing as she stood up as well, stretching out get lithe body after being stuck in kiwi form. It felt good to stretch out after that.
>> "You are one pesky flightless bird…Too late to say off the record, huh."
As Maya marched off to collect her bow, Winnie shrugged her shoulders as she followed after. ”Would be…if I were actually press. Remember… freelance. I just snap the pictures. ” she sighed as she let the camera fall against her chest. ”Listen…it’s been a slice… really, but how about you get me out of here? I have plans today and I would really appreciate them not having to be cancelled to talk to the cops all day.” She eyed the mutant before she gave her a sly. ”It’s the least you can do after almost using me for target practice. “
Okay so now that she wasn't completely stressed out and staring down the barrel of death, she could calm down enough to shifty back to human. And, now that she was, she could take a second to fully appreciate the beauty in front of her. Maya actually was extremely cute…except for the minor fact that she looked, and smelled, like a freshly born calf covered in placenta. But, underneath all that gross, she could see a rather pretty woman with a serious hero complex.
She greeted her with her own name and, while a handshake would have been appropriate, Winnie couldn't help but recoil a bit at the gesture. Maya was being nice and thankfully she thought better and pulled her hand back. Winnie untensed, sharing a small, shy smile with the other as she sat up a bit straighter.
>> "Nice to meet ya, Winnie. Umm... I'm gonna go out on a limb and assume you're a photo reporter of some sort?"
Looking down to where Maya gestured, Winnie eyed the camera wrapped around her neck and snerked a bit. She nodded her head as she picked up the camera and turned it over in her hands to make sure it wasn't damaged.
”Freelance, actually, “ she corrected. ”Gets me in more trouble than you'd think. Speaking of…” the sounds of sirens outside cut through the silence in the bank. That was definitely get cue to leave. But, with a glance to Maya, she smirked, raised her camera, and snapped another shot of Maya covered in goo. She grinned as she eyed the brunette. ”Sorry, that was the money shot. “
The heroine maneuvered to sit up, covered in the goo of victory but smelling of failure. In all honesty, if failure had a stench, this was it. However the X-Man didn't fail. The criminal was contained, the money was saved, and Winnie wasn’t dead. All those were things to be happy about and Winnie was finally calming down enough to feel relief. She had only come in for a picture and ended having to run for her life. Not the first time and probably wouldn't be the last.
Still, she washed to know the name of the heroine, so she boldly asked. What was the pretty woman's name? She honestly expected some stock response about needing to protect her identity or just a codename that all those heroic types use. Instead, as the woman sat up, she got a surprisingly earnest response…
>> "Maya"
Maya. She let the name roll around in her head. Honestly it was a beautiful name, one that matched the owner to a tee. If a kiwi could smile, it would, instead the cheeks just under her small, black marble eyes lifted, the closest she could get to one. With a sigh and another calming breath, she nodded her tiny head.
”Maya…” she parroted, committing it to memory.
>> "Mirror, when I'm in the field. And you are...?"
The question turned back to her. She opened her beak to respond but, just as she did, she felt the calm wash over her. She knew this feeling all too well. She closed her eyes and made a final breath. Her body tingled, as if she unfurled all her muscles at the same time and…POP!
Where one there was a short, rotund kiwi, in an instant there was now a fully grown woman. Sitting on the ground, in her jeans, cream blouse, and jacket, she lifted get hand to ensure her fedora was still on her pixie cut hair, and get camera wrapped around her neck. A quick feel around to make sure everything was on place, Winnie turned her stormy eyes onto the heroine and gave her a grin.
”Winnifred…” she introduced herself. ”…but you can call me Winnie. “
So Winnie wasn’t a complete b*tch. While she clearly had reason to be irritated with the heroine, what she had done and her mutation, was pretty impressive. She watched her single-handedly take on a villain that would have sent most people cringing and running away. Before she almost killed her, she had been more than heroic and, let's face it, pretty hot. Now that the battle was over, there was nothing wrong with checking up on her well-being.
The goo she was covered in was rather disgusting to look at, but even worse to smell. Even in her kiwi form, Winnie could feel her stomach churning, causing her to gag. Still, she didn't want to be too rude so she plopped down into her butt and craned her head curiously towards the heroine.
>> "I'll live…So... are ya stuck like this or something?..."
The thought of being stuck like this was a terrifying one, and one that followed her whenever she was forced to transform. Changing at will was always preferred but fear induced transformations were… tricky. It was linked to her adrenaline levels, and though she never got stuck like this before, it was a real fear for her.
Taking a calming breath, she sighed as she looked at the heroine. ”No. You scared me when you almost bloody shot me; shifting was a knee jerk response,” she responded, a slight grumble in her time. ”Once I calm down, I’ll shift back.” A soft, calming breath. ”So… you got a name, sweetie? Or do I have to make one up for you?”
While Winnie was not the biggest fan of her mutation, if someone was going to insult her, then they needed to get it right. She understood that the fine feathers of a kiwi could be confused for fuzz, but given the circumstances and the heat of the moment, she certainly didn't want to hear it. Especially from someone who almost killed her because they were trigger…err… quiver-happy.
Watching from the other side of the mirror, Winnie couldn't think of another retort, but instead simply remained silent to see what the hero would do. Professor Octo-pants we in no way happy with his current state and railed against the heroine, tentacles wrapped around her like in a anime fan’s wet dream. But the heroine didn't stop and, instead struggled until, finally, she managed to break free and run off in another direction.
Octo-mutant was pissed and flailed madly, but before long the X-Man ran off and vanished from sight. It was only seconds later when Winnie heard a ker-plunk! nearby, that she lifted her gaze and found the heroine sitting on the ground, looking as if she just crawled her way out of a sea monster’s belly. Abandoning the full- length mirror, the little kiwi bird left the villain to rant and flail, and hopped over to check on the sticky heroine.
>>"Yeah... that sucked..."
Stepping closer, Winnie recoiled a little at the scent that assaulted her sense of nostrils. The X-Man smelled as bad as she looked. With a shake off her little head, Winnie gagged a little as she kept her distance. ”Bleh. Sucks to not be you too, sweetheart,” she admitted. Bending her legs, she plopped down on her backside and lifted her head. ”You alright? “
