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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"It is alright, no need for sorry's." She accepted that she knew very little, and chose to not let it bother her most of the time. " I may not know some things, but I do not let it bother me. " If she had, she'd be in a much worse position than just a mopey snake headed mutant...
“Well, there’s no law that says you can’t learn, Trust me, I should know, I’m a cop.”
Smiling back, she swung her feet again. Her mind was still hung up on what she had imagined... remembered. The knot of homesickness in her stomach swelled and she found her mind wandering. "I am sure that at some point I will be forced to... I have already been dragged from a pond once, so I would rather not repeat it." She was at least thankful that Skylar had been present and polite enough to keep her from drowning in gross duck poo water. How embarrassing that would have been!
Glancing at him, she stilled her swinging feet. Jorge was the only person she had ever talked to so... thoroughly about her life, and her curses. She watched him silently for a moment, before she found herself wondering how he felt about being labeled a mutant. It was obvious that he had chosen the right path in life... but how had he earned his power in the first place? She thought back to all of the other people she knew, mutants... afflicted, tormented people. She had never had the gall to ask them what they had done , if they had done anything at all.
Her curiosity spiked, probably for the worst.
"...Jorge..." She started, unsure if she should ask the question on her mind, or if he would even understand... Saph sure hadn't when she had admitted a fraction of her theory to him. "...what did you do to deserve this curse? You are one of the nicest people I know... I can't imagine you deserving this in any way..."
After helping the woman up, she shifted back to a safe distance and blinked at the woman from behind her glasses. Help with her snakes? Thinking back, she realized that everyone who had ever offered her help had...well.. actually managed to help. She had learned possible ways of surviving without her glasses, and had enjoyed a meal without sight!
Her smile returned, bright and cheery- if a little timid. Ira wriggled viciously, yanking his teeth free from her skin and she winced again. That would leave a mark, most definitely. "It is nice to meet you Lori... sorry again for.. uh, you know." Her snakes stilled for a moment, focusing if they could at the woman who was causing their owner to be flustered. Something was up... Andrea glanced down at Sloth, who glanced up at her. She was sure if it could, he would have been squinting at her.
With her own curiosity spike, her snakes weren't too slow to follow. Sloth's large body shifted, as he attempted to claim her arm... for the eighth time, and Lust shot Lori his best puppy eyes as his tongue snapped through the air like a whip. The Greek winced, wiggling her fingers to keep feeling in them, and shot the blonde woman a sheepish grin.
"...Help would be appreciated.." Hopefully before another snake got it into his head that she was a fang cushion... or Lust labeled the woman as his newest object of affection. She really didn't want Vana getting jealous and starting a snake fight in the middle of the library...
“Swimming in the ocean, If you’re not careful…you can get lost,”
The little, comfortable silence that had settled over then passed as he spoke up. She turned her chin, glancing at him curiously. She could imagine that... On her way to the states, she had plenty of time to gaze out windows at the seemingly endless blue sea. Other than the people who were aboard the small cruise ship, the only other beings she had come in contact with along her journey had been gray and white speckled seagulls. They had followed the boat for some reason, resting on the railing above when they weren't flying gracefully alongside the ship. She had wondered if there was another mutant on board, someone who controlled the birds maybe... but had never actually seen anyone who would have fit the role.
“Sometimes, if you just lie back in the water and let the current carry you…you want to go with it. Its…so big and…it seems endless. You want it to carry you wherever it’s going…”
The way he described it made it sound... nice. Lonely, and a little sad... but nice. To be alone and unhindered by the world while you bobbed along, letting waves push you in whatever direction they felt like. She closed her eyes as prompted, and let her imagination to the work of building up the world around her. Starting with what she remembered from her boat ride, she filled in the blanks with other things as Jorge went along, guiding her.
“ Imagine…lying back, straight. Your floating gently on the water, bobbling softly left and right. Not too much to make you sick, but just enough to rock you to sleep."
She could see deep, dark water. Rolling waves and a pile of gulls circling above her against a perfect blue sky. Not unlike the sky she has viewed above the bay back home... Having never actually floated before, she filled in that gap with the feeling of water all around her from her unexpected dip in a lake, and the comfortable feeling of bathwater lapping at her skin. She imagined herself as a little person shaped boat, dancing on top of the waves, with her hair trailing behind her like a dark curtain...
"The sky overhead is massive and blue and water around you is all expanding and embracing. It hugs you, gently lifting you to its surface as it carries you further and further from shore, the smell of the salt in the air, the cries of birds, the lapping of water as it tickles your ears. Even the cool breeze s it blows across your face.”
What he described was something she had never experienced all at once before. She had felt water, in the shower and that one time in the lake... but it had never been so peaceful. She tried to grasp onto the feeling one had just before falling asleep. Weightlessness... but it escaped her. She could smell salt in the air, and her ocean vanished- replaced by the image of home she had burned into her mind. The view from her bedroom window, dusk... Oranges and reds dancing across clouds in a darkening sky. The smell of salt and wood smoke floating in on the breeze. She could hear her parents voices below... and she opened her eyes. Cold, gray cement greeted her. Tinted by her sunglasses. Someone walked by, and she blinked. The illusion was gone.
“Its so…comforting…cathartic…worriless. Its…beautiful. You should try it. It’ll change your life.”
She should, but she would sink like a stone. A little sigh left her lips, sounding far happier than it really was. Sloth angled an eye at her, feeling what she was feeling, and his tongue flicked out in her direction. How she wanted to experience what he was talking about. To float away with not a care in the world. She wondered if it would turn out like dreaming, where everything seemed okay and happy... until the faces of the people she loved and left came floating back to her. Her worry's, secrets, and follies. The things she would never forget. Shaking her head slightly, she smiled sheepishly at him. "...I cannot swim." Oh, how lame that sounded. A twenty three year old who couldn't even float. She laughed at herself.
"My parents, bless them, kept me away from the world until I was ready to handle my burdens. Unfortunately... being so sheltered has left me with very little worldly knowledge on many things.."
Caught in a struggle between righting herself and prying a vicious snake from her throat, Andrea almost didn't hear the woman's voice. She hadn't even realized that someone else was so close by... With a book draped over her leg, she held Ira at bay and muttered a soft threat under her breath that promised a tighter, more effective hair braid if the serpents didn't knock it off.
And fast! Looking every bit disheveled, Andrea stole a glance at the woman who she had inadvertently knocked over. "Ah... oh, sorry!" Scrambling to her feet, she set about picking her fallen books up. The last was on the table the woman had been reading at, she shuffled over sheepishly, setting her books down on the flat surface. "..I do not think we have... I am Andrea. Would... would you like help up?"
With a hissing, snapping snake head in one gloved hand, the Greek thought over her offer and decided it was pretty stupid. Who would willingly accept help from such a sight? The other snakes offered hisses in reply to her thought, struggling against their hair bonds. Andrea quickly tried to fix the situation by forcefully tucking Ira into the length of the braid, before tossing it over her shoulder.
She tried not to wince as the snake latched onto her shoulder blade with his teeth. "Are you alright?" She didn't recognize the woman, but then again she had pretty much adopted the habits of a phantom since coming to the sanctuary... so she had met very few people. With her snake problem temporarily solved, she offered a gloved hand to the woman and attempted to seem less awkward and more friendly.
Sloth, from his position curled around her shoulders, fixed his beady eyes on the woman and licked the air slowly. He wasn't yet sure if she was of interest to him, though she smelled pleasant enough.
Florida... she was not familiar with that area. She had seen many pictures of California, and one of the states more towards the middle... but New York had been the topic of nearly all her internet searches before she had left home. There had been other places, other schools and buildings that offered help- but none so advertised as the mansion.
"...I have a job too. Not a very important one, but it keeps me busy." Well, hopefully she still had one. She had e-mailed her boss, but hadn't set foot in the shop wince the arrival of her snakes. Taking a seat next to him, she turned and plucked a little purple flower from the dirt behind her. "I am a florist. I have found a use for my affliction." Removing a glove, she cupped the flower in her palm, until it was thoroughly saturated with the oil from her hand. It hardened like a rock, losing its color in favor for the ability to last forever.
Holding the little flower out for him to take, Andrea smiled brightly and echoed his words from moments before. "Thank god for small favors."
She pulled her glove back on and tucked her hands into her pockets, letting her mind wander back to what he had said. She found that she was curious. "...What is Florida like? Are there a lot of pretty beaches?" She could recall seeing pictures of beaches back home, as well as popular vacation spots where the water was crystal clear and all sorts of animals swam around huge clusters of coral... but she had never seen then with her eyes. The closest she has been was being on a ship for a few weeks, and the beaches she had seen upon leaving hadn't been nearly as grand.
She paused her wandering mind, kicking her feet, and clarified why she was asking. It couldn't hurt to fill him in on a little bit more about herself, could it? "I am not from here... and I have never been outside of this city." She let herself relax a little, and cleared her throat in order to drag a little more of her accent into her words. "Greece is where I was born, and where my bampás and mamá still live." She could see her little house, with it's neat little white fence. She felt a wave of homesickness wash over her.
She hadn't heard from her mother in a while... "I have never been to a beach before... What is it like, swimming in the Ocean?"
1985... so he was a young man when it had happened. She nodded, keeping a polite smile on her lips as she stood before him, an arms length away. He was a full grown man now... though she didn't know how old exactly. She was terrible with ages... and most things.
“She...We had some…stupid fight. Ironically because I didn’t know how to swim and I wouldn’t let her teach me. So...she went out to the water…and the riptide pulled her under. Anyway I was so scared, so upset because I couldn’t find her…I parted the ocean.”
Oh... She wanted to ask if the girl was alright... and partly what a riptide specifically was. She got the feeling it was bad, and along with the heaviness of his words she reconsidered asking her questions. Her curiosity could wait. "..That sounds just terrible, Jorge... I can't even imagine what you must have been feeling."
Well, maybe she could... Fear, anxiety... probably a little bit of anger all mixed together to form a tight knot in the chest. She imagined seeing giant walls of water looming over her, and shuddered just a little. Her parents, and probably everyone around her, would have been terrified... not to mention the prospect of what would happen once the water was released.
She knew the feeling of fear very well, and more recently the feeling of anger. She could recall times in which her powers had absolutely terrified her... but most of those times she had been under complete control of herself, more or less. Her small smile twitched slightly, and she wondered if a cop would label her as a horrible person for nearly killing a man... or a few, for that matter.
Ah, her head was starting to hurt. "...I was born like this." She started, awkward when it came to consoling people. She didn't know what to say, or how to comfort... so she just turned the light onto herself. "..My mamá told me that when I was born the doctors thought I was dead, because of my skin tone..." Digging one toe into the ground, she blinked. "I remember when my...ah, power... developed. I woke up to my cat on my bed... He's a sweet thing, all gray with big yellow eyes." and a tendency to hold lengthy grudges. "I reached out to pet him, and he made such a yowling sound that I thought he was dying."
Eh... memories. That cat hated her now... and she hadn't had another animal around her until Piggy came into her life. The memory of passing out in her bathroom came flooding back and she winced. She was best probably not having animals ever again. They tended to get injured incurably around. "...eh... I killed one of his ears. Hard as a rock... He would not come around me anymore, after that." Scratching at her cheek nervously, she shifted her weight to her right leg and attempted at grin at the officer. Change of subject time! "...How long have you been a police officer?"
He had no idea... but it made her smile that he echoed her sentiment. Small favors were her salvation... they kept her sane, and helped her to remain faithful. Jorge himself was one of those small favors, in a way. “Andrea, Thank you, for telling me. It would have helped if you told me sooner…but at least you told me.”
She nodded, her cheeks darkening to a light brown. "Yes, I know... I have a habit of underestimating situations... and people." Blinking, she pursed her lips and turned to look up at him. "Most of the time, anyway." She was pretty sure the officer was a good person. Either that, or she had finally tipped off the edge of sanity.... which, if that was the case, meant that she was probably dreaming this entire event up...
“Listen, you can trust me, okay? You’re a good person, and I want to help you out. You don’t need to keep things from me. If I can help you with anything, I will.”
Oh... she wanted to tell him a lot of things. Not just him, but everyone she held dear. So many incidents and deep dark secrets... fears. But.. she felt deep down inside that they were her burdens to bear. She just needed to be strong enough to carry them on her own. Still... she didn't want to keep him at an arms length, if she could help it. "Thankfully, other than today I have been doing well to keep myself out of trouble."
Sure, she had met a few people who had tested her faith and pushed her limits... but she had survived. "Since I left home, I have had a few people come into my life who have helped me see the bright side of things again. You are one of them..." She smiled a true, if awkward smile and tucked her hands into her pockets. "I am learning how to handle... them." Sloth turned his head, as if he knew he was being talked about. The two of them held a short stare off, until he grew bored, flicked his tongue into the air, and turned back to staring at Jorge. She turned her attention back to him as well.
"How did your... power... manifest?" She had to admit, she was curious. She knew a handful of mutants, many of which had interesting afflictions... but she had never been courageous enough to ask about them. She was a little worried about offending, so she quickly added in a, "... if you do not mind me asking, that is..." Better safe, than sorry.
Thankfully... he left with her. She eyeballed the surrounding people for a moment, before allowing him to more of less lead her from the mall. Her phone? Eh... she'd have to buy another one. It's not like she was using it that much anyway... and now she wouldn't have to feel bad every time she opened it and saw that Saph had tried to contact her again.
She felt her clothes grow lighter as he withdrew the water from them. And smiled gratefully, if nervously. “Care to fill me in?” She winced, and drummed her fingers together in front of her.
"I am so sorry..." She started, though she didn't feel like she could apologize enough. He was a cop... his life was hard enough without her mucking up his free time. "... I did not mean to... for this to- ...I could have- should have been more careful..." With a strained sigh, she stopped herself from rambling and took a breath.
"I have to wear glasses. If I do not, that-" She gestured behind her at the door they had exited, "- is what happens." Casting a nervous look though her glasses at him, she saw the smile still on his lips and relaxed a little. "I have found that the darkness of my sunglasses prevents people from looking at my eyes, so nothing happens to them."
Which, was one thing she was really truly grateful for. Even if she couldn't see color, or look people in the eyes like a normal person... at least she could still see. "It does not seem to last too horribly long, and every one that I have ever accidentally looked at wakes up fine. It is just very... inconsiderate."
She paused, dropping her hands to her sides while coming to a stop. Her nose wrinkled, and Sloth shifted around her shoulders to eye a passing man. "...And annoying."
Dancing on her toes, Andrea chewed on the finger tips of her gloves and stared at the little flames licking out at the air from around the edges of the oven door.
She had set the oven.... ON FIRE.
No one had entered the kitchen since she had started baking, which was probably a good thing. Her first batch of cookies had come out as little round charcoal bricks, and she was pretty sure that the tarts she had attempted to make could kill a man where he stood with just a nibble. She wasn't even sure how she had managed to get them to smell like bad eggs...
Muttering fluent curses in Greek, she tugged at the bottom of her borrowed, frilly apron and rushed to the sink. One heavy, full pot of water later she approached the oven like a wary animal, snakes attempting to flee from her scalp at the smell of something burning, and tossed the whole pot of water onto the stove. She figured that it would smother the flames, and she would be free to flee back upstairs to her room before anyone found her... but it did just the opposite. The batter inside the oven, chocolate cupcakes no less, hadn't been mixed together properly before it had been portioned out. Cooking oil had floated to the surface and when the water sloshed in on it the flames reacted violently.
A mini, flaming mushroom of an explosion erupted from the cracked oven door, leaping up to catch a dry dishtowel on the counter on fire. The towel set off a little pile of napkins caught aflame, which set off another flammable object next to it. Andrea watched in disbelief, slightly horrified, as a little chain reaction set off down the counter. A fire trail...
She had set the counter aflame.
Rushing to the counter to get another pot full of water, Andrea filled the air with loud, panicked curses while the smell of burning baked goods leaked out of the kitchen, and the flames reached her plate of poisonous tarts.
It was sunny out, bright and clean. Crisp clear air... happy people out and about. The perfect sort of day to take a walk and clear ones head.
...She stayed inside.
Sloth peered curiously over her shoulder, pink tongue flicking this way and that as he licked the air and got accustomed to the new place. The library... A room that Andrea had never ventured into before today. She had figured that she would never need to. But... then Sloth had started clinging to things, and the others had gotten grumpy.... and she was pretty sure Lust had taken to one of the other residents, but she couldn't gather any proof. Little orange eyes just tended to follow one fellow in particular, and she got hissed at whenever she tried to investigate.
Heaving a small, tired sigh Andrea slapped her current book closed and rubbed at her eyes behind her sunglasses. Four hours of leafing though pages, boring... highly uninteresting pages... and she had found nothing. She had found a few books that dealt with mutations, the science behind them and theories surrounding them... They were interesting, but nothing that could help her with her situation. After those failed attempts, she had turned to books on snakes. She learned about serpent tempers, activities, behaviors, and eating habits... mating habits too. (though it didn't explain snake like googly eyes)
Nothing mentioned snakes having habits of possessiveness or clingy natures. The large white snakes newly developed habit of claiming anything and everything he could wrap himself around. It was aggravating... to say the least. Standing from her chair, she snatched up the five books scattered across the table. It was time to hit the shelves again... she knew there was a book floating around somewhere about different types of snake venom, and she was more than a little interested. Sloth shifted across her shoulders, sending her momentarily off balance. His weight had caused her to topple over more than once since he had popped out of her head... and she was only now getting used to having him constantly settled around her shoulders.
The other serpents dangled around her head, tucked gently into two large braids on either side of her head. They were none to happy about it too... She had been bitten a dozen times already since adopting the hairdo earlier that morning. Ira hissed into her ear, deciding that right exactly then was the best time to remind Andrea of his great dislike of the braids. The black serpent lunged, sinking fangs into the side of her neck, and she fully toppled over in surprise, with a yelp of pain. Her handful of books went flying, and she dragged half a self down with her into a neat little pile on the floor.
I fear that I am losing myself as of late. The world is a darker place than I had ever imagined... I understand now more than ever why you kept me away from it. People are confusing, and I find it hard to fully grasp their intentions sometimes. The people that smile at you are the same that will stab you in the back...
I must admit, though it shames me greatly, that my faith is wavering. People around me, those that I have met at least, do not devote their lives to prayer as we do. But they are happy... They are not afflicted with horrible curses. Mother, what is wrong with me? Why was I born a monster, when I have seen murderer's walking around without a thing wrong with them?
I do not know what to think anymore. Everything seemed so solid when I was home, but now... I just do not know.
[10/23/2009]
Andrea, you must be stronger than the world around you. If you lose your faith, you lose yourself. The lord works in ways you and I may never be able to understand, but you must trust him. You would not have been given such a burden if you could not carry it. Be strong, have faith, and you will see. God will not turn his eyes from you.
Who are these people you surround yourself with that cause you to question your faith? Those kinds of people won't help you out, Andrea. They won't keep you in the light.
[11/10/2010]
Mother,
You were right... you are always right. I don't know what I was thinking, going on like that. I hope I did not worry you too much, but I am doing better now. I have gone to see the doctor... but he did not give me a definite answer to what is happening to me. It is okay though, because I think I know what is going on.
I feel as though I am being punished. Not undeservedly so, but because I have wronged some and I must be held accountable for it. I still do not know what to make of all of this, life and such, but I will try my hardest to make up for what I have done wrong.
I love you Mother, Pass along my love to Father. -Andrea
He backed off again... She felt her shoulders relax, but forced herself to remain at least a little tense. If anything, it made her feel like she was at ready for something... whatever that something ended up being.
She eyed him for a moment, still and quiet, before she resumed trying to secure her hair. Simply sweeping it back was not working, and neither was trying to keep her hood on. The snakes were just too agitated to remain still for any length of time. The fence behind her groaned under her weight, which would have insulted her if she had been thinking properly. She was no longer the skinny waif she had been months prior, though the fence wouldn't- couldn't have known that. She glanced suspiciously behind her for a moment, wondering absently if it was possible for a metal fence to sass someone, before shooing such an odd thought away and turning her attention back to the situation at hand.
He spoke again, leaving her with the same odd feeling of remembrance, and she felt one corner of her mouth twitch. She nearly frowned. Not only was it infuriatingly annoying not knowing what exactly she was remembering, but what he stated set her on edge.. and she couldn't really place as to why. Maybe it was just her current mood, or maybe it was the stress still playing with her nerves. She could feel urges, like those of her serpents- the want to lash out and bite... and it frightened her in a way.
"... Most places are not good for taking strolls these days." She replied. Sure, a dark alley wasn't the safest place in the world, but neither were open city streets. Her last public outing had proven that. Painfully so. "It is far safer for me here, than out amongst the crowded sidewalks." ... and safer for everyone else, too. Her arm was starting to throb... an odd kind of pain that she wasn't familiar with. Breaking her sheilded stare with the man, she turned her chin and lifted a hand to touched at the pained area. She couldn't feel anything through her gloves, but the flesh under her fingers protested at being touched and the tips of her fingers came away slick with something. She could assume what it was, as she gathered the rest of her scattered thoughts.
He spoke again, mentioning her being unconscious and needing a drink. Nonsense... she hadn't passed out, had she? She had only closed her eyes for a moment. Taking a jerky breath in, she shook her head and pressed herself back against the fence again. She didn't need water, she needed her bed. Nice, quiet solitude... and maybe a few stitches. "I... " The fence groaned, interrupting her, but she ignored it. "I am fine... I do not need any help, it is just my nerves."
Why did getting stabbed have to hurt so much? Everyone in the movies shrugged it off, nut all she wanted to do was whine about it and take a nap until the pain stopped. It was a greatly annoying distraction. Muttering a Greek curse under her breath, Andrea looped her fingers thought the links of the fence, putting her full weight on it as she gently tested her arm. It creaked and groaned again as the hinges holding it upright were shaken loose from their bolts. The entire thing toppled over so fast that she was unable to catch herself before she was taken with it. The Greek turned slightly, her fingers caught in the the links, and was taken down for an ungraceful face-plant into the twisted metal. She heard her glasses crack upon impact, the buttons on her coat caught in the links and were sent flying violently in different directions as she rolled and flopped onto her back. She tasted metal... and probably nasty alley ground, and wrinkled her nose in disgust. Sloth hissed in annoyance, wriggling for freedom from under her shoulder, and the other snakes echoed the sentiment.
Andrea felt her cheeks heat up as embarrassment took over, replacing some of her anger. Brown in the face, she righted herself into a seated position, clutching her injured arm to her ribs as she plucked at her damaged coat with the other. She was missing three of the four buttons, and her face hurt. "... na pari i eychi!" Her coat was not going to close properly, anytime soon... With a huff, she swatted snakes from her vision and gently touched the crack that ran down one dark lens of her glasses. Just a crack. Not broken. At least they had stayed on. Ah... but god was her arm starting to hurt now!
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Ah...crap! Crapcrapcrap! Turning as Jorge ran to help the other man, she flopped back into the water and scrambled for her glasses. A few other unfortunate people stopped to stare at the odd sight, catching her eyes and effectively going as ridged as statues. She watched as one woman toppled over into her husband, who then leaned into a man who's arms were full of shopping bags- who fell over on top of two men who had been walking side by side....like living dominoes. Her gloved fingers curled around her glasses and with a mutter of something awful in Greek, she slammed the shades back onto her nose and dragged herself out of the fountain. Jorge's question reached her just as she got a leg out of the water.
"I'm fine... we...eh... we should leave. I'll just buy another phone!"
Once she was back on her feet she took a moment to survey the damage. Slushy sneakers, wet jeans, and her coat was clinging to her like it was made of cellophane. Crap. Glancing about nervously, she tried not to slip on the puddle forming under her while simultaneously wringing herself out, and shot a glance Jorge's' way. Her serpents were trying to tug her in multiple directions in an attempt to flee from her sopping wet hair, and she was pretty sure she had swallowed a mouthful of fountain water. She couldn't blame them, fleeing from her soaked self seemed like a great idea at the moment.
Her friend was concerned with the man who had fallen, and probably would be concerned with the others too. She winced, and picked at her drenched coat. "...They will be okay Jorge, trust me."
She managed a nervous, shamed grin and shifted as someone came by to set a Wet Floor sign next to her feet. Sloth curled up mournfully around her neck, having lost the object of his interest. He eyed Jorge, tongue flicking in and out, from the darkness of Andrea's wet hair.
