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?
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She smiled, "I have heard that. People certainly react differently to it, but mostly it is a bit disorienting. I did have a friend once who favored it because it could help him "sleep" in a sense. Insomnia." She often found herself wondering about Matt... it had been such a long while since she had last seen him, and in all her work with the homeless community she hadn't ever glimpsed him once. She could only hope and pray that meant that he was alive and doing well somewhere out there. "Thank you." The Greek was pleased with how kind he seemed right off the bat. Dealing with people intense, difficult situations all-day made her appreciated kindness so much more when she found it.
She listened quietly as he explained about himself and found it quite endearing, really. Not even out of high school yet and already an x-man hopeful? "That is so wonderful! I am glad you enjoy it here. It is really such a great place for such a wide variety of people. I hope to see what it is that you can do while I am here. I have always so enjoyed seeing all of the different powers that the kids these days have."
As they continued along the way to her temporary quarters, she was both surprised and not surprised that he knew about the attacks. It made sense seeing as he was actively a trainee, but still just didn't yet feel real enough for her to not be surprised when other people brought it up around her.
"It was, unfortunately. It was thought that living here temporarily might make me a bit less of a target while the investigation is ongoing, in case there is another attempt on me I suppose." She shrugged, unsure what else to say about it. She couldn't remember much other than the sensation of her body physically shifting back to human, and the lingering echoes of a pain that still didn't quite register. It was there, she knew she has left it and that it had been terrible, but the response her body had after waking from the trauma left it covered in thick fog. Which she was ever so thankful for, for sure.
I shall be here for a few weeks, or longer if necessary, until the detectives are satisfied that it is safe for me to return home, and to work." She huffed just a bit at that, reminded suddenly that she was set to be terribly bored during the duration of her stay.
"I fear that the good Doctor is going to grow rather sick of me quickly, as I will always be in his hair with nothing to do."
Well, that was certainly a rare reaction! He spewed a slew of questions at her faster than she could answer and she found herself just kinda fumbling for her box-turned-chair and blushing like mad.
"Yes, catatonic, er, well mostly. Occasionally people seem to have a varied reaction to it..."
Superhero!? Lord, she couldn't even fathom that! Her running around the city thwarting bad guys like an X-man? She hadn't even been able to keep Zaid or herself safe when they had been attacked, let alone keep a city safe.
Golly, though, he sure was exuberant, wasn't he?
"Though I do appreciate the compliment, I am neither worthy of sainthood nor superhero status, I am afraid." She chuckled at the young man, newly named Xavier, and smiled warmly. "It is of no worry. I might as well formally introduce myself as well, even if you already seem to know a bit about me. I am Andrea. I am very pleased to meet you, Xavier."
He corraled her other boxes with no issue, and she turned and headed back on the path to her temporary quarters.
"I'll be staying in one of the guest rooms this time around it seems. Though, it is not too far from where I used to live before. The second floor, to the right, down the hall, and the fifth door on the left." Ah, sweet memories. Being a young woman with new friends and really experiancing life for the first time. Before everything took a turn in a more complicated direction, that is.
"Do you like going to school here? Are you here for general studies, or-" She peeked at his themed watch, "-as I am being led to assume, for the heroics courses instead?"
It sure was lovely stopping in and getting to see all of the fresh young faces in various stages of learning, recovery, and growth.
16 minutes passed by agonizingly slowly. She'd barely met the boy and already her first impression given to him was... just lovely.
After checking her watch for the umpteenth time, she plopped her chin back down into her hands and pouted. She had tried to make him more comfortable, at least, while she waited. She'd removed the boxes from his arms and tried to adjust them into what looked like a more comfortable position while he was out of it. She'd also closed his eyes so they wouldn't dry out and get itchy. Closing his mouth had been a quickly disposed of an idea seeing as she wasn't comfortable poking around a stranger's lips without even knowing his name.
After stacking the boxes on the ground she settled herself down on the most sturdy box and got comfortable. The wait was different for each person unlucky enough to look her in the eye.
Finally, she started to see signs of him coming out of it. Usually, it was blinking first, but sometimes she'd had people twitch, and a few times she'd had them just plain fall over from the shock of suddenly 'waking' back up.
... Considering this one's size, she really hoped the last one wasn't the case. She didn't hold any illusions that she could catch him if he fell.
"Please, try not to panic." The Greek stood slowly and held her hands out as a show of peace. "I inadvertently affected you with a part of my mutation. You might be a bit disoriented, but you are alright." She tried to be there within arms reach to help steady him if he needed it, but out of squish zone if he pitched forward suddenly.
Her eyes closed reflexively seeing as she was fully expecting to get hit in the face with a box full of clothes turned her head and waited, but as luck would have it a guardian angel seemed to be close by and saved her from a rather embarrassing fall. The Greek blinked a few times once she noticed that her small tower of boxes had been stopped and the followed the long, large set of arms securing them up and backwards to where the person who they belonged to stood.
"Oh!" It came out a little light and airy, as she hadn't been expecting to run into anyone yet, but a thankful smile graced her face nonetheless. "Thank you! I am fine, thanks to your miraculous appearance!" Not, erm, like it would or could have hurt her all that much anyway. It was still very unpleasant, though!
The tall boy caught her by surprise yet again when he blurted out that she was friends with Elke, of which she only knew one person by such a name. The Greek juggled the only box in her hands she was really left holding and shifted herself out from being trapped between the kindly stranger and her belongings.
"Well, I suppose we are on friendly terms... most of the time." She muttered the last part quietly, more to herself than to him. Elke was... erm... hard to get along with, even on good days. Andrea's upbeat, peppy attitude and admittedly irritating kindness made it hard for her to really consider them friends, even if the Greek really wished it were so.
Once she had her box tucked securely at her side she offered a slightly wider smile (a little bit of tooth, even!) and held one of her gloved hands out toward him in greeting. "I am Andrea. Elke and I were- er, are family to a degree. Though, she might be inclined to argue. With whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?"
It was around that time as she lifted her gaze to meet his, already pondering what color his eyes were before she'd even seen them fully, she became aware to the breezy, airy feeling of wind gently blowing past on her lashes.
"Oh..."
She hadn't at all noticed that her glasses had fallen off when she turned her head, expecting cardboard to the face.
"...Bother."
Her first day back at the school and she was already back in the habit of unintentionally knocking people out she'd barely met. Ugh. Saph would probably have a good hearty laugh right now if he could see.
It had been a rough week, to say the least. Someone had attempted to murder her by fire, she'd somehow miraculously survived without a scratch on her (save for the loss of her hair) and she was all but backed into a corner when it came to temporarily move somewhere safe while an active investigation was ongoing.
She was sad that it bit into her time alone with her boyfriend but tried actively to push past that and look at the bright side of things. Like, for example, was she unable to die now? How? Why? Or, had her natural healing ability just grown to a ridiculous degree? Part of her wanted to experiment and figure it out, a small part, but the rest of her was still thankful rational, and not willing to let her use herself as a lab rat for answers. Instead, she chose to focus on what this new knowledge meant for those outside of herself. How could she use this new ability for the betterment of people? She had noticed that her ability to heal people had grown, she just hadn't assumed that it would have translated to herself to any degree.
"Thank you!"
She waved a gloved hand at the car that had driven her here, as it headed off. She had a few boxes of belongings- not much, really. She planned on only spending a few weeks maximum at the school until the investigation had time to really look into things. So, a few books, some clothes, a favorite blanket, and toiletries... she had the basics.
Well, that and at least half of her regular medical supplies. If she was going to be here for a few days while off work, she was at least going to be productive! It had been a long while since she had talked to the good Doctor of the school and now that she had a new mysterious ability to unlock she was absolutely not going to waste any time. She'd offer her services immediately in the infirmary.
But, first, she had to get her belongings inside and into her new room.
"Okay, Gordon... you can do this. You have some muscle, after all! It's just a game of balance!"
She bent at the knees, stacked her boxes, secured her grip, and lifted-
"Oop- Just-- Ah!"
The small tower immediately bent and five medium-sized cardboard boxes crashed down in a pile on her.
There was a tingling on her skin. One she recognized, but couldn't quite place at the moment seeing as she wasn't expecting it out in the middle of the city. She stopped, lifting a hand so she could confirm the change of her skin with her own eyes. Movement caught her attention from the corner of her eye. She turned and caught the barest glimpse of a shadow before her eyes zeroed in on the bottle rapidly approaching her.
Was that fire?
It hit. The glass didn't really make a sound as it shattered against her until the pieces rained upon the pavement. Instantly she registered pain, and heat, and a rush of sounds she wouldn't be able to properly remember later. She briefly recognized that a choked sound left her mouth and she stumbled back, aware that there was fire on her and around her... and then nothing.
...
Someone had spotted it at some point and the police had been called. The fire department showed up as well and as the small blaze was extinguished officers kept any curious onlookers back as an investigation began. There was a body within the remains, charred and black looking beneath melted synthetic fabrics. An abandoned cart was close by filled with various things.
Proper authorities who were able to deal with bodies and very obvious crimes showed up and started poking gently around the remains, categorizing and labeling everything as they circled in toward the body.
One lifted a bit of the burnt fabric to get a closer look at the victim... and it moved.
The "body" groaned, shifted under the scraps and ashes, and a large white snake slithered out slowly from the debris. Six other large serpents started to move as well, and then a green arm shifted. Bright, perfect skin, in perhaps an abnormal shade, lay beneath the burnt clothing.
Andrea had come too, and as she slowly pulled herself up from her prone fetal position on the ground she attempted to gather her wits.
"--Ma'am?"
She blinked, getting her feet under her and standing fully. She felt better than she had in a long time.
"... uh... Ma'am? Are you alright?"
The Greek turned her head, briefly aware of the lack of feeling her hairbrush against her shoulders. There were men and women standing all around her and for the life of her she didn't know why. She lifted a hand to touch her hair, and only felt smooth skin and snake bodies. All her hair had burned away...
"Uhm..." She was confused. What had happened? Why was she...? A cold breeze blew past and she shivered.
"Would... would you like a coat, ma'am? You are butt ass naked right now. I really gotta insist..."
She looked down.
"Wha-" She was, indeed, fully nude.
Andrea, the Greek who had somehow survived an attempt at incinerating her, pully passed out again right on the spot.
A week passed and the brief, tension riddled meeting was out of mind the second she reported back to her co-workers about how it had gone. Her hands were washed of it, and she was back into other things. A week of very long, stressful shifts at work. A week of cuddling and soaking up as much time as she could with Erik. A week of other volunteer opportunities... the list went on.
As it were, this particular evening, was one of those opportunities. She had her largish rolling cart all filled up with ready-made meals, various flies for shelters and services in the city, and a bundle of assorted clothing items, sanitary items, and toiletries to hand out along her normal route.
She was an hour in so far and had an hour to go still before she was due back at home for dinner, and then an overnight shift for work. She was 12,000 steps in according to her phone and her coffee had long since gone cold.
Passing 3rd, she did start to notice something a little... odd.. going on. There were hardly any people on the street, and those that were strewn about seemed to be occupied with other people in groups. Though she noted that she didn't recognize any of the groups she passed as being from places she was familiar with, she didn't dwell on it. She moved along without even stopping, moving further down the street- which was emptier than it should have been, but failed to set off any warning bells.
There was a fondness on her face that she didn't bother masking in relation to what his power had done to her. "I am sorry if that comes across as immature. I truly do delight in being able to see myself like this, so much so that I am afraid I bother the few others I know with gifts such as yours just a bit too much for their liking."
There might have also been a little spark of sadness in her eyes as well as she looked at him, but it would need to be searched for to spot it. "I have been this way before I was born, you see, and while I have gotten quite used to it over the years it is nice being able to peek at what might have been in a different life." She sighed lightly, "But, God often works in mysterious ways and as they say 'Trust the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding.'... no?"
She shook herself of thoughts that were trying to turn slightly melancholic and smiled. It was lovely feeling nice little even teeth in her mouth for once.
"That is neither here nor there, though, and I didn't come here to talk your ear off. You are busy with your flock, so I will see myself out."
Instead of offering him a hand, as she might have done for another, She turned and set the vase and flowers on that table she had been eyeing before and then gave the Priest a little farewell wave.
"If you change your mind, or might know of anyone else who could be in need of funding for humanitarian goals, I have tucked away my information inside the card with the flowers. Alternatively, if you prefer, I have also included Markus' information with the gift basket, and a pamphlet that explains a bit more about what the Org would offer. Have a good day Father Callen, and thank you for your time."
She turned with that and made her way to the door, pausing only momentarily when she felt her skin tingle for a moment, and then the familiar cool, dampness seep back in. A look at the exposed skin on her arm proved she was back to being green, and a moment later the wriggling of her snakes came back full swing. Sloth curled up to tuck himself under her chin and her professional smile warped with just a twinge of sadness before she slid her sunglasses back on, pushed the door open, and saw herself all the way out.
Garik left and Andrea left the wee bit of tension in her shoulders leave. A new figure approached and she piped back up, ready to slap that same friendly smile on her face and spew out what she had prepared to say... but...something marvelous happened and distracted her. A familiar feeling washed over her as he drew closer. Her serpents went strangely still in her hair, which had shifted into a light golden brown color. The world snapped into all sorts of colors, and she was very aware of various sensations on her skin that weren't usually there.
"oh!" She shifted an arm to look at pale, creamy skin and blinked. "How wonderful!"
And just like that the rest of her nervousness left her. She loved people with his power. Honestly to a shameful degree. It was distracting enough that she forgot what she had been about to say, or what he had said to her at all, as she turned and tried to catch a glimpse at her suddenly long brown braid.
After a beat, she realized how rude it was to just leave him hanging and she turned back to the Father with a light pink dusting on her cheeks.
"Ahem. Oh, do please excuse me. I get so distracted when I encounter a power such as yours Father McCallen. I am simply fascinated by it." She had spied him from afar and already noticed his unique scarring. The medical professional in her had already inspected it to the best of her ability, labeled her best guess at a cause, and filed it away. Her eyes didn't linger on his old wounds as she shifted the vase in her arms and removed her sunglasses from the bridge of her nose. Instead of striking orange eyes, pale blue ones appeared. A light dusting of freckles on her nose and cheeks and a delicate pink tint to her lips made her look like an entirely different person aside from bone structure.
"It was a wonderful Service, Father. What I heard of it, that is. I could tell you have a lot of passion for what you do."
She cleared her throat and lifted the vase of marigolds a little. "I really must apologize for such short notice, and, well, also for me/." She chuckled and resisted the urge to look around. "It was not my intention to make anyone at all uncomfortable, but I was unfortunately the only volunteer available to come by. Markus, the head of our org, was quite insistent one of us stop by soon so that it didn't get buried under paperwork."
Oh, she was... talking too much.
"I certainly don't want to eat up your time here though, while you are in the middle of something so important. Would be possible to schedule a meeting at another time to discuss the possibility of us helping to fund some of your charity work? or would you perhaps prefer communication via emails?"
He'd been so dedicated to what he was preaching that she had actually gotten drawn in a bit, and had considered leaving the gifts and little card on a nearby table to not to impose on any more of his sermon. But, just as she considered it, he seemed to call for a break. What perfect timing!
Before she could from her next plan of attack to make this as punctual and quick as possible, a familiar face appeared and caught her by surprise.
"Mr. Levonyan!" She didn't bother hiding the surprise in her voice and waited for him to finish walking over to her all the way before juggling the things in her arms a bit to offer him a gloved hand to shake. "Fancy meeting you here!" The Greek smiled and it lit up her face with a warmth that had been lacking moments before with all her nervousness.
"Ms. Gordon. This is the last place I ever would have expected to run into you. What brings you to this corner of the city?" He eyed the flowers and gift basket with quiet interest. She blushed slightly and juggled them again to keep the flowers from tipping.
"A few in the Org brought up the possibility of offering funding for the church to help with all of the community events that we've heard about. It's just wonderful what I've read about!" She was familiar with Garik in a professional sort of way. They had run into each other a few times here or there at various charity functions in the last few years, and he had become one of the few donors who spent quite a chunk of change on helping fund a few of the things her org specifically did. He seemed kind if a little unnerving sometimes, and with the occasional glimpse of a temper. Andrea just kept herself at a nice, safe neutral distance from him with her very best representative face on.
"Ah, I see. Well, your information certainly isn't wrong. Father McCallen always seems to have his hands full with some humanitarian project or another."
The Greek glanced around at the few people looking their way, some openly talking behind hands. She even caught a few headshakes! Oof.
"So I have heard. Carol passed along the dossier to me only two days ago. The rest of the volunteers were predisposed with other engagements and the director was really pressing to make contact sooner rather than later. I do so hope I am not imposing too much? Do you think I am?" She found her eyes trailing back to the nearby table.
Garik, wisely perhaps, didn't comment on her question but reached out to gently touch her closest elbow in order to take the basket of fruit from her. Andrea might have flinched just a little. He could really be too much in regards to how much he seemed to like touching her in various ways. Every event was a little touch at the elbow, small of the back. He'd squeezed her arm gently once and she'd felt like a goose being prodded to see if it was plump enough yet. It didn't help that he was always strangely" absent when Erik happened to be with her.
"Here, let me help. It's the least I can offer. You might want to just drop these off. Father McCallen will probably be finishing up here soon and I'd hate to see you have to stand around again."
She let him take the basket from her, noting there was no offer for her to sit and filing it away for later. It could have been for various reasons, anyway.
"Oh. Thank you! I must seem quite silly standing around back here, then. Than you for the advice."
An older man cleared his throat from behind Garik, and the middle-aged businessman turned to regard him. His elderly father waved him back over toward the pews.
"Okay, Andrea... you can do this. You are a mature adult woman. You can handle a meet and greet."
Her stomach was saying another thing entirely, though.
This was a... special case. She was used to visiting spaces with shared faiths and philosophies. Places where she might receive a few odd looks, but be welcome nonetheless. This place was apparently not the same. Generally, someone else, one of the other volunteers, would have been tagged to go in and deal with this group. Andrea was possibly the worst choice among all of her fellow charity workers.
The church she had been sent info about seemed to put a lot of back community it served. She loved that, but...
It was apparently also a mutant free zone. The email has mentioned that the church appeared to cater only to 'humans'. Nothing was explicitly stated anywhere for them being some kind of hate group or anything, so the Greek still felt comfortable at least extending the olive branch. Her organization had funding pulled from multiple donors through the city and that funding was often spread throughout other organizations that shared similar goals. Feeding the hungry, housing for the homeless, financial help for the poor, food banks, etc.
She just hoped dearly that having the file handed off to her hadn't been a horrible mistake.
"You have got this. Easy peasy."
She had sent an email as a forward for her venturing by so that she wasn't just showing up out of nowhere like some ghost from the shadows.
She did decide to wait until the tail end of service so as to not intrude upon the church and its people entirely, let herself in and found a nice corner to stand in while the priest was speaking to his congregation. She balanced a bouquet of marigolds in the crook of one arm, delicately arranged in a glass vase with a pale white bow and a little card from the company, and a small cello wrapped basket of various fruits in the other hand.
She noticed a few, uh, looks, from those close by and shifted awkwardly on her feet. Even dressed modest-business casual in a sweater/sundress combination and with her hair and snakes fully back in an intricate braid she could not have stood out more. There was indeed not a single visible mutation present.
She was going to give Carol an earful for this injustice later, assuming all went well.
He agreed and some of the weight on her shoulders lifted a little. She'd been nervous that he would flat out refuse her seeing as they hadn't exactly parted on good terms.
She stepped far enough away that she felt like she could talk at normal volume without interrupting Becca or Michael. "So... okay, first I would just like to apologize." She shifted awkwardly, suddenly acutely aware that she was barefoot since her shoes were over by the hot tub still. How mortifying!
"I have been avoiding you for...years, and I am so sorry to have placed that burden on you. I allowed myself to get trapped in my own head and I fear it has only made you suffer." Gosh, she really hoped that didn't sound pig-headed. She certainly didn't think the world revolved around her after all. "I deeply regret the way I handled things and if I could go back and change it, I most certainly would. You didn't at all deserve what I did to you."
It was hard to even look at him, so her eyes bounced around their surroundings guiltily. Looking at but not really seeing anything at all.
"I am not asking that you forgive me, because I don't really feel like I deserve it, but I did want you to at least know that none of it was your fault. I didn't leave because of anything you did or said, really. I left because I needed to have a reckoning with myself and the only way I could see that come to fruition was to just... go. I needed to learn to rely on myself instead of selfishly relying on everyone else to fix things for me."
Drawing in a slightly shaky breath, she hurried onto her next point without giving him time to respond. "and secondly I just wanted to say that I am so, so happy for you! I will admit, Elke has been keeping me updated on a few things going on in your life because I was very worried for a while there, but I simply cannot contain my excitement over how cute your little family is!"
Th guilt and shame washed away, easily replaced by sparkling eyes and a light, excited blush on her cheeks. "She showed me a few pictures of your son and he is the most adorable little baby I think I have ever seen! I am so very happy that you found someone to share your life within such a way!" And she was. So deepy that it was practically seeping from her pores. She had known Saph as long as she had lived in the country and had loved him as deeply as you can when it came to first loves.
"A-any way..." She tried to reign herself back in a little, "I just... wanted you to know those things."
"Shh!" The Greek waggled a finger at her ex-husband with absolutely no tact at all, because she was feeling a little loosely gooey. "They are not miracles, they are facets of my mutations and I do not need them broadcasted about all the time!" It was hard enough using her healing power with pretty much pinky promises being used to keep it mostly secret. Really, she didn't know why she bothered at all seeing as there were rampant rumors going around, apparently, if Saph's comment was to make any sense.
"I am... well? Um, how are you doing, with the new baby?"
Flustered and feeling off from how she normally tried to carry herself, she finished prying Sloth from Saph's leg and gave him a very stern talking too in her mother tongue, complete with a finger waggling, as she tucked him securely back around her shoulders where he couldn't get into any more trouble.
The action also brought her attention back to the fact that one of her snakes was still missing, a growing bud in its place hidden under her thick, wriggling hair. She tried not to think too much about it and inwardly crossed herself, praying that Saph would not notice.
Really, she wanted to be an active member of the conversation. It was polite, after all. Michale was new and if she just turned all of her attention to Saph, that'd be rude, right? Very rude. Yes. She would just have to mostly ignore Saph and all of the guilt she still harbored, and all of the things she wanted to say to him to make up for things and--
"I am so sorry, Becca, but I must borrow Saph for a moment!" She stood, maybe a tad bit too quickly for someone trying to be very casual about her sudden need to repent to an ex, and turned to try and shoo the larger man off a few steps so that she could converse with him a little bit away without talking over everyone else.
"Can I talk with you privately for a moment? I promise it won't take long!"
Was she really about to do this here, in the middle of a charity event, and surrounded by teens and adults in colorful bathing suits? Yes, yes she was. For whatever reason, she was suddenly feeling like if she didn't apologize right now it would simply never happen. It was imperative it happened right now!
“Hey! Can we use the cab, lady? My friend here got SHOT.”
"Oh, well of course you--" Wait... what?!
She had been ready to hand the cab over to whoever had asked just out of the kindness of her heart and the fact that she didn't explicitly have anywhere she needed to be. The second half of the statement had been glossed over a bit at first, but slammed back to the forefront a moment later and she dropped her coffee cup in shock.
"S-shot!?" It took a moment longer than she was proud of to turn and visually see what was just confirmed verbally, but once it had she snapped into work mode in an instant and abandoned the cab all together.
"Quickly, get her inside this building over here!"
In fact, the Greek had just gotten done filing away papers after meeting with a few people about opening a small food cart down the street to feed hungry people Tuesdays and Thursdays, for free. She had been the last to leave and still had the keys from locking the place up. The meeting room with its plush couches and office furniture would be more than adequate for her to evaluate the wound and apply her own brand of healing- if necessary.
"I'm a nurse!" She fumbled the keys, real smooth, and hopped back up the stairs to unlock the door to the building as quickly as she could and held the door open for them.
"She was shot just now?" She couldn't recall hearing any gunfire... but then again she had been engrossed in filling out various forms on her laptop, so... there was that. She also didn't have her gear with her as she hadn't been expecting to run into a situation immediately outside of the room her appointment had been in. Slacks and a silky shirt would have to do instead of scrubs.
"Have you called an ambulance yet?"
She directed them to the room, unlocked it, and ushered them to one of the couches. Any stains could be scrubbed out later when the danger to someone's life wasn't a top priority.
Andrea had already noticed the placement of the bandaged on the woman's middle, as well as the blood already seeping through. She tried to spy if there was an exit wound on the other side while fluttering around, but couldn't yet see one.
"Please, sit or lay down as comfortably as you can so I can look you over." Luckily, she had gloves on seeing as she always needed gloves on, and had a clean spare set in her purse. "Where did you get these bandages?"
The Greeks kept her ideas about what the worst that could possibly happen to herself, as that felt wise. She was a bit flustered by the unexpected hug but returned one with practiced ease so as to not come across as rude. Rebecca was such a lovely woman inside and out and it certainly wasn't her problem in any way or shape that Andy still had quite a few lingering reservations about her own powers. She let it lay at that, with only a slight brown tinge to her cheeks and a little smile show that she truly had any feelings on the matter.
Thankfully things shifted and she was spared from having to address any of those feelings. Instead, she was able to adamantly and thoroughly begin panicking over the idea of Becca, who she was sure was capable, getting up to... whoops some butt?
"Oh dear."
Pregnant women, x-man or not, should not be engaging in butt whooping behaviors! So many things could go wrong! Also, hormones were flowing at MAX CAPACITY, and lord only knows what that could do to a woman who was all riled up. God have pity on whoever she set her sights upon at that point!
"Surely you should let someone else handle this, my dear..." She lifted her hands in what she hoped was a calming way and went to lean forward a bit, only to feel a tug and realize she was snagged on something. Or rather, Sloth was snagged on something. Before she could investigate herself, Becca kindly and unintentionally filled her in on who Sloth had snagged, apparently.
"Fer Godsakes, Saph, ay coorse yer th' punchy ain. Ah know ye can fly aff th' handle fer jist abit nae reason, but coods ye behave at a party? Fer me?"
Her whole face, neck, and ears, colored a warm brown tint instantly and she went very, very still.
Ah. Saph. Of all the people she could have run into at such an event, it was Saphirus. Was this divine punishment for having avoided him for so long?
A flurry of emotions attacked her all at once. Guilt, joy, apprehension. She simultaneously wanted to hop up and congratulate him on his marriage and child, and also to turn and chastise him for being disruptive at a charity event when she rightly should have known better. "...Saphirus..."
She cleared her throat and wiggled herself into a half turn, putting her hands on Sloth in a gentle attempt to persuade him to let go on her Ex-Husband without a fight. "It is good to see you again... um..." The bog snake refused, flicked his tongue at her, and tightened his grip.
"Sloth let go please." She tugged, struggled, and fought the urge to look up at the man she had more or less left in the middle of the night. It had been much different when he had been half drugged in a hospital bed and she was able to hide behind her work face while fixing him. Now, not so much.
"Also, Becca is completely right. This is a party, Saphirus! Not a place that is suitable for roughhousing. Think about what kind of example you are setting for the kids around here."
Maybe she could hide behind disappointed-responsible-adult face instead?
She turned her attention back to Michael, ignoring the heat still in her cheeks and how flustered she suddenly was with the unexpected turn of events. "I am neither an X man nor woman. I never had the, how to put it... disposition for it?" She chuckled weakly. "I frequent the school though as I have many friends there. I am just your average nurse."
Average average. Perfectly average. Nothing to see here.
