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.
((Sorry, late post is late. D; Hope I gave you enough, it's short. And to your question; I have noooo Idea. Prolly want to find a place for the night, or throw in some action or something.))
She nodded, her mind drifting back a few years. It had been nice in many ways, living back home... She had a great view, she was never cold or hungry, and she knew all of the neighbors. Even if they hadn't known her. She smiled, "It was.... A quaint little community. Very quiet." Most of the kids in the neighbor hood had left for college ages before she had turned 19. She could remember seeing the fond farewell's of various families up and down the street.
"Andrea.. Whats it like not being able to hide what you are?.."
Her eyes flicked over to him, and for a long while she was silent. What was she supposed to say? "...That is a hard question to answer." She admitted finally tucking her hands into her pockets. She had been as she was now all of her life... there hadn't been a single moment she could have been considered 'normal'. Maggy popped to mind, and she blinked She could remember meeting the woman for the first time, and being frightened and delighted that while around her she looked non-mutant. "It is obvious that people treat you differently when you look as I do... It is human nature to be fearful or curious of strange things."
Story of her life, really. "Those close to you will often find it hard to accept what you are, unless they themselves know what it feels like." Her parents were a prime example. They didn't know what to do with her, and because of her appearance they had become afraid. "...but, it is not always bad, Nick." She added, sighing softly. "...When you stand out in such a manner, those who feel your pain are drawn to your side. I have met many people since coming here, and only a small handful of them reacted negatively to me."
She had more than a few friends- or at least people she considered friends... but one stuck out better than the rest. "I guess I should say, that being physically different is a double edged blade. It has both ups and downs..."
Australia... She blinked, as images of smiling wallabies bounced around and Koala's waved from tree trunks. "Ah... I came here by boat." She felt the urge to add a little side note about just how hard it was to convince someone to stow you away on said boat.. but felt that might have been just a little too much information. It didn't even dawn on her that Mat's portal ride could have been exactly the same as her boat ride- unpleasant and very much illegal.
Her eyes followed his up as snow started cascading down gently onto them, and she nodded in silent agreement. It was beautiful... and many other words. Snow and rain had been one of few things that she had been able to experience from her back yard. Mat's hand released her own, and for a moment she felt panic seize up her chest. Even with cold hands, his warmth had seemed in. She felt insecurities sinking their fingers into her, and fought the panic back. For a moment or two... she had forgotten where she was, who she was with, and the writhing hissing reason she was here in the first place. Her new friend skipped on ahead.. literally skipped, and her smile returned.
He wasn't going to vanish, neither was bear, or Maggy, or Kait. Jogging to catch up, she curtsied a little at the door. "Thank you, Monsieur Mat." She swept herself into the restaurant stopping before a little podium and a woman behind it. The blond twenty five year old glanced up from her scribblings, and smiled politely. "Two for today?" She asked, and Andrea nodded. They were led over to the front of the building, where a table had opened up moments before. Light filtered in from outside through the drawn curtains. Andrea plopped down into the seat across from the waitress, as the woman set down their menu's and removed two of the wine glasses from the table. "You're waiter will be over momentarily, is there anything I can get you to drink?" Andrea requested a glass of water, and the waitress scribbled down what Mat ordered before she slipped off to the back.
With a content smile in place, she turned back to Mat while she tinkered with her silver ware and napkin. He was so far away from home... Australia being across the sea and all. She thought about how terribly she missed her home sometimes, and tilted her head. "Do you miss Australia Mat?" Just as she was tucking her napkin into her lap, their waiter approached. He strode over on unusually long legs, and Andy recognized him instantly. He went by the nick name 'Cricket', he had told her, and was French. He had explained upon further questioning that he had earned the name from a unique chirping sound he couldn't help but make when he got overly excited. "Miss Gordon! Do my eyes deceive me?" Stepping into place, he leaned down with his short upper body, and scooped up her gloved hand for a gentle manly kiss. "It has been too long, Mon Cheri." Dark beady eyes swept mat's way, and the man's thin mustache twitched ever so. "Oh? And you brought a guest I see... Well, Introductions are in order." He stood tall, swept an arm across his chest and rolled his hand about as he bowed deeply. "Pleased to meet you sir, Cricket at your service."
After straightening once more, he with drew a note pad and quickly jotted down their orders. With that out of the way, he tucked the pad back into his coat and speared Andrea with a sharp look. "Your order's will be out momentarily, and you Madam, will not be leaving without us getting that pretty face on our wall." Andrea cringed and ducked her head with a little laugh, scratching at her cheek shamefully. The woman who originally seated them swung by quickly to deposit their drinks and a basket of bread on the table, then vanished up to the front of the house again. "... I told you they were friendly." She laughed, picking up a roll and taking a toothy chunk out of it.
The doors creaked open sooner than she had expected. Her plans to run off after a set amount of time crashed and burned, and she came face to face with.... A child? She blinked at the girl, who looked familiar... and it dawned on her. "... You... were at my friends Birthday party." She blinked again, and furrowed her brows.
What had her name been? Come on Andrea... think.... think!
"...K....ait...lyn?"
Her backpack slipped a little on her shoulder, and she shifted on her feet. The act of hiking her bag back up caused her hood to slip down. Her snakes wriggled momentarily, then peeked out. They spotted Kaitlyn, glanced among one another, and avarice led the charge.
Six snakes leapt out at the child, hissing and wriggling, and Andrea threw her arms up in order to tug them back.
"Ay... S'just a couple'a... woah... Freaky lookin broads." Andrea spared not a moment, but turned and snatched up Amber's arm once more. A tug in the right direction, up a second flight of stairs and to the third floor. She needed to get away, she needed to get amb-.... Amber! Now she recognized the girl.. if only by name, and slight recognition. Without missing step, or stopping her near dead sprint, she turned to look over her shoulder. "Amber... I know you... You were at the dance." Yes, she was sure of it. Her toes caught the last step, and she released Amber's hand as she stumbled onto the third floor. Below, Tony watched, mildly annoyed as they vanished upstairs, and dropped Andrea's coat onto the floor. He turned to rodger, "Run down stairs and tell the others that we've got it. I'm gunn ahead up and take care of our guests." A little smirk accompanied his statement, and he chambered a bullet into his gun. Rodger chuckled back, and hopped back down the steps to spread the word.
"Oh... little mouses..." Tony sing-songed, and half jogged up the steps. At the top, Andrea recovered from her fall, and paled. She sent a look Ambers way, brought a finger to her lips- a signal to keep quiet- and dragged herself up. Quietly, she padded across the room, pointing out the open doorway of an Apartment towards the back of the hall. "This way..." She was tempted to drag Amber along again, but figured she was more likely to trip her up, than help her. Once she was too the doorway, she saw that the room she had chosen was empty. It lacked furniture... and hiding places. She felt her face pale even more... Had she just doomed them? She glanced around her barren room, wondering what she was supposed to do. Two of the three windows of the place were intact, save for a few small holes here and there. Rocks and debris littered the floor, along with old rags of blankets that looked as if they had been used recently. She moved over to the last window, which had been broken nearly all the way out and the wall connected to it had been rotted away by rain and abuse. She could see the building behind the complex, and what looked to be a fire escape... and an idea hatched in her head.
On the stairs, and down on the first floor the weapon toting men all went silent as a soft creaking resounded from further back in the building. Rodger paused at the bottom of the staircase, then dropped his gaze to Markus. "There are some girls upstairs, Mutants. Hiding on the third floor, What do you want us to do?" Markus glanced over from his seated position next to Dan by the window, a frown heavy on his lips. "Well, We ain't got much of a chance down here... an' we could always them chicks up there are hostages." The others nodded, and moved to make their way up the steps. "Eh, one'a you help me lug this fool up the steps." Taking one last peek out at the squadron of cops littering the road, he darted away and helped heft Eddi up onto his feet. The gang made it up the stairs shakily, but quickly, and dropped Eddi at the foot of the stairs.
Tony nodded in greeting, his gun held out at his side. He had stopped near the middle of the stairwell when the creating had started up. He assumed that it was just the two muties though, up there on the floor above... probably running about like mice trapped by a cat. "Well, two'a you should come up with me, since you're all nice n' cozy up here." Tony suggested, grinning nearly from ear to ear. "God knows what kind of abominations are hiding up there..." And the others agreed... for the most part. Dan and Rodge trotted up the steps with him, intent on helping Tony fish out the girls quickly. Markus however, set about trying to bandage up Eddi, all while cursing him under his breath. And Ryan shifted on his feet again. He glanced from Eddi, to the stairwell, and back to Eddi. Then he turned his eyes to the red and blue flashing along the wall... and his nerves finally got to him. "#*@k this..." Before Markus could shout, or throw something at him, Ryan turned and bolted into the depths of the complex. He knew there had to be a few ways down and out, and he was going to take full use of them..
It wasn't until after he explained the golems more that she calmed down a little, and then she realized that he was still holding her hand. It took every fiber of her being not to darken to brown and stumbled behind him as he tugged her along. She was beginning to feel confused once more... Times like this in the past had left her wondering what holding hands truly meant to those besides herself. But at the moment, she didn't really care. Call her selfish... but she was actually enjoying herself for the first time in a long while.
"Okay..." She mumbled, brushing past him to take the lead, and shook herself back awake. A smile jumped back into place on her lips. "I had found it on accident a while ago... It had been raining, and I had been just famished. I ducked into the first place that looked alive and friendly, and wah-la! They are so kind... and the food reminds me of home..." The fond memories at least... It wasn't small enough, nor quiet enough to remind her of her room, or her parents. Pausing at a cross walk, she glanced at Mat, and furrowed her eyebrows behind her bangs. Now that she actually thought about it... it was weird to be gallivanting about with another male, when just a few days ago she had been...
Her smiled drooped a little. Only a few days previous she had been at home... with Saphirus. She had held his hand in a similar fashion, though admittedly, there had been a lot more stuttering and blushing back then. The memories made her smile... of when she had been given a home run baseball... how mad she had been at being caught on the news... Accidentally allowing Saph to trick her into stealing someones car... But there were bad memories too. A birthday spent alone, because she didn't have the heart to spend it with anyone other than herself. Being so very angry at Saph for attacking poor martin in the garden...
She gripped Mat's hand tighter, trying unsuccessfully to drag herself from her thoughts when the light turned red and they were allowed to cross the street. She needed to stop thinking back. 'The past is the past... it will only serve to harm me from now on.' leaving it behind though... that meant leaving her feelings, her hope and dreams. It seemed that starting anew would require more than just leaving home. "Mat?" She blinked, startled from her thoughts by her own voice. "Where are you from?" She had noticed his accent... either that of her ears were playing naughty tricks on her.
Hurrying, as snow began to float down from heavy clouds again, she spotted the restaurants sign glowing in the distance. Mat seemed much to skinny, in her eyes (or perhaps it was her Greek mothering side) and it was far too cold out. A thought struck her, that perhaps she best warn him of her.. peculiar appetite. But after a moment of contemplation she decided against it. It would be more fun to see his reaction, whatever it happened to be, first hand...
Another compliment, and he accepted. If not for the circumstances, she would have grinned. Instead, a polite smile replaced her frown and she got to her feet after accepting back her raincoat, or at she least attempted to...
One of her legs had gone to sleep it seemed, and after a few seconds of standing she was left with pins and needles. Because of this, she struggled to hold giggles in, and shifted onto her good foot, wiggling her toes in her shoe. it didn't help matters any... Not the best timing in the world, for blood flow to her leg to get cut off. Yup. "Perfect...." She replied, the strain of holding in laughter evident in her voice. She lapsed into a short silence while she shrugged her coat back on, and slapped nosy snakes out of her way, but could no longer hold it in any longer when she stopped moving again. "Ah!... My leg fell asleep!" Wriggling in her coat, she bit her lip and drew her hands to her chest. "This is excruciating!"
And so began the little dance of goditticklesgodittickles! Until the feeling wore off. She blushed again, thoroughly embarrassed, and slipped her hood back into place over her hair. "...that... that never happened." maybe the shadow of her hood would down play the heating of her cheeks... She glanced around, worried she'd melt all of the snow in the surrounding area, and sniffled to herself. Then, her eyes fell back on mat. She angled a hand his way, and smiled ruefully. "We shall eat at Kellari... Have you ever been there?"
Waiting for him to get to his feet, she envisioned the last time she had gone to the restaurant. being green and spotty, with wiggly hair, she hadn't expected to get very good service, if any at all. Experiences in the past had told her that people didn't want an obvious mutant dining in their place, because it could scare away potential normal people. but... the waiters and staff at this particular restaurant had been kind to her, and had explained that they loved it when mutants came in. They even had a wall with pictures of mutation ready people showing off tidbits of powers. Andrea herself had declined politely to a spot on that wall, more because she did not wish her picture to be out floating around the city until she was technically a citizen... one can never be to paranoid, you know.
"It is a lovely place, and they are kind to those like myself." She paused, in the process of turning away from him and scratched at her cheek shyly. "like you and I... I mean." then she continued on, leading him towards where the restaurant sat. "It is only a few blocks from here, and the food is quite goo- Oh my gosh! We left your stone friends in the alley!!" Turning back, she wiggled a little in panic and blinked him with her feet planted in the alley way.
Upstairs was not much safer than the floor below. A burned out shell of a room, with holes in the floor and matching holes in the wall. A few items of old, furniture lines the walls, and one old water soaked carpet that had been left to rot on the floor. It took a moment for Andrea to realize that she was actually standing in another hallway, not someones apartment. Off to her left she spotted another doorway, door itself missing, that led to another set of stairs. A little sign that hung at a crooked angle from the wall pointed to the fact that it had probably served as the fire escape rout at one point or another. She took a few uneasy steps into the room, her movement causing a skittish mouse to launch itself from the torn up couch across the room.
Downstairs, the troupe of seven had settled their injured member along a wall. He had been hit twice. both times in the arm he had been holding his gun with. "Dammit Eddi, if you hadn't of shot at that first pig, we'd have been out of here by now!" The others seemed to agree, save one. Ryan didn't agree with any of what had just happened. He didn't want to stay, nor did he want to be any part of the squabble. He had even given his gun to Eddi, after he had dropped his out on the street. "There's a crap-ton of them now... " All eyes turned to Dan, who was perched by the broken out window, watching as more and more cops arrived outside. "...Pigs everywhere..."
Outside, the mutant teen who had been the source of the attack was being hoisted on a gurney into one of the two ambulances that had shown up. One of his friends hopped in with him, too keep him company on he ride, while the other two were busily recounting what had happened to a couple of officers back behind the action. "Man, we were just walking by.." One kid started, wiping some of his friends blood from his hands. The other picked up where he left off. "Out on the town, ya know? And this kid, some douchbag with jock hair, just starts screaming at us. Mutant scumbag! and like, starting flippin' us the bird an' sh*t. And our buddy just puts up with it, ya know? He's used to people being d*cks because of the tentacles and stuff, but anyway, this other guy just keeps on going..." His friend jumped in again, "We just couldn't take it anymore, so I was all like Oh yeah?! Shove it where the sun don't shine A**hole! and the guy got all p*ssed off and sh*t and whipped the gun outta nowhere and started shooting at us!" The officer blinked, shifting his attention between the two, and fiddled with his paper and pen. Kids sure did make it hard to take them seriously these days...
Andrea had maneuvered her way across the room quietly, only managing to make a few old floor boards creak a little here and there, to where she could peek out of a gaping hole in the wall. There were shouts from outside.. lots of sirens... and... oh dear. Lots of cops. The gunmen downstairs were the least of her worries now. The threat of being deported loomed over head, and the Greek slipped back from the window, intent on finding her own way out, but stopped in her tracks when she heard the sounds of footsteps heading her way. Her heart jumped into her throat, and in a panic she picked up a broken lamp from the floor, raising it above her head like a weapon as the foot steps grew closer and a figure appeared in the room with her. Female... with a red scarf?... She obviously wasn't one of the bad guys...and... something about her was oddly familiar. "...You... who are you?" Lowering the lamp, she dropped it to the ground- and action she didn't think about clearly enough.
"What was that?" Eddie asked, his eyes shooting up to the ceiling. "I think someone's up there..." Ryan glanced up as well, and shifted on his feet nervously. "Two of you head up there and check it out." Markus barked, kneeling next to Eddi. He chambered a round on his gun, just to be ready, and watched as Tony and Roger clambered up the steps. Andrea snapped to attention when she heard them coming, and turned toward Amber. "Run!" She darted across the room, reaching out to snag Amber's arm so she could drag her with, but never fully made it there. Tony's hand snaked out of the darkness to grab her by the shoulder, he missed however, and only managed to rip her hood back. She struggled for a moment as he tried to drag her back, before the snaps holding her raincoat in place pulled apart and she was able to dart away, leaving him holding her coat. Seven snakes jumped to life, leaping from the depths of her hair to hiss at the man who had attacked her. She turned and caught sight of the mens weapons, tucked into the front of their pants and bit down on her lip. '...for the love of god..'
Oh...when would he wake up?! Andre bit down on her bottom lip, perhaps a bit harder than she should have, and wrung her hands in her lap. She felt just awful... terrible. She had injured him AND knocked him out cold. For a while, she avoided looking at him. Choosing to stare guiltily at everything but him, and then his eyes started to flutter open. She leaned in a little, a worried frown settled on her lips, and waited for him to awaken fully.
“Mornin' sunshine,”
She smiled weakly, searching his sleep filled eyes for any sign of trauma. Once she was satisfied with his current bill of health, she sat back on her heels and fiddled with her thumbs in her lap. The cold air ran icy fingers down her arms, but she wasn't about to take away Mat's make shift pillow. Her dress had enough sleeve to cover her shoulder, and it covered the majority of her scrawny body down to her knees. She could wait until he was fully awake. She watched silently as he retrieved the gift she had given him, and used his mutation to repair it to perfect quality. He spoke again, and she couldn't help but smile. Everything would be okay... "If would appear so..." She muttered, and touched the rim of her glasses gently, to remind herself that they were still there. Her serpents had retreated into her hair, affected by their mother's anxiety. They peeked out, pink tongues flickering this way and that, curious to figure out what had happened to distress their mistress so. Sloth slithered down, creeping as close as he could to flick his tongue out and taste Mat again.
Was it dead, this time?
"I did not mean to... to do that. I am sorry.." Andrea pulled the white serpent away, tucking him back behind her. Her frown returned, softer this time, and she lifted the glass rose he had given her into her lap. Her fingers stroked the petals, and she sighed. "I hope you are not cross with me." What could she do to make it up to him? She thought... and pondered, and strained her brain for a few, quiet moments, before a solution popped into her head. "Will you let me make it up to you? Before that whole mess on the bus, I had been on my way to get something to eat. Would you come with me?" A meager offer, yes, but she had the funds for it at hand, and a flower hardly seemed like adequate repayment for all of the trouble she had caused him.
"Please?" Hopefully, the desperation in her plea would sway him, and she could leave her guilt behind..
You know, she was really getting tired of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. It seemed like every time she stepped out doors, something ridiculous happened, or something horrible. Today... was no exception.
The sound of gun fire twanged and reverberated through the room she was hiding in. Some sort of war was going on out in the street, between to groups of young men. She didn't under stand. All she had heard was a mutant related shout, and then gun fire had clogged up the air. Andrea, huddled behind a wall in a likely abandoned building, clasped her hands over her ears and waited for the violence to stop. Had she the courage, she would have peeked out through the broken window to her left, or perhaps the door less frame she had ducked in through. That was not a good idea however, seeing as she had a mane full of snakes, and was obviously a mutant.
Instead, she rocked herself forward more, compressing herself into more of a ball. Right now, she missed her room... at least her room had a door to protect her from the dangers this city posed to her. For a moment, gunshots ceased, and she was able to raise her head, and listen. Shouts and yelling out in the street still, the pounding of feet, and the sound of sirens screaming ever closer. She heard shouts, more mutant slurs, and the feet started heading her way. With a jolt, she rolled to her feet and headed for the stairs. The building she had ducked into had been an apartment building a few years back, before a fire had claimed its upper floors and it had fallen to waste.
The gorgon clambered up the stairs, intent on stowing herself away from whoever it was entering her hiding place on the second level. Below, as she turned into the upper hallway, she heard curses... and the gun fire picked up again. Andrea was able to peek through a hole in the floor, spotting those who had chosen to hide away with her. They carried a man, who was trailing blood, and many guns. The pit of her stomach dropped away, replaced by a cold ball of fear. She recognized the men as the ones who had been out on the street, yelling and shouting at mutants across the road...
Pure happiness pricked at her for a moment. The look on his face... she had only seen it a few times in her life... Her mother had once held that look, before her mutations had fully set in. With the knowledge that she had done something good, truly good, rooted in the back of her mind, she barely noticed when Mat's fingers brushed hers until it was too late. He jerked back, and and her happiness shattered in an instant. She would have stepped back, stolen herself away to safety... for his safety, but she could not move. She watched, her heart hammering away in her chest, as he inspected the stone wounds...
He didn't swear... He didn't curse her, or look at her with those eyes. The same eyes that man in the park had pinned her with, pricked her with. Eyes full of fear... Instead, Mat was smiling. Why was he smiling? A compliment left his lips, and the Greek was stunned. She had injured him, but... he was still happy?
...and leaning in. Panic replaced fear.. she had only experienced such a lean once before. With fireworks exploding over head, decorating the sky in blue, red, and white. She had felt lips on her own then, and felt arms around her. Secure and warm... '..Saph...' And then, everything changed. She was looking him in the eyes, no protection, no shield. Her breath caught in her throat, and she knew what was going to happen next. Mat buckled, the flower she had given him clanked to the ground, not shattering, only chipping a few petals and leaves.
She moved then, jumping back as she pulled on her gloves as quickly as she could. "Mat!" Her knee's slammed into the dirt, and she laid her hands on him for a moment, before spotting her glasses on the ground at his side. What had she done... what had she done? She slipped her glasses back on, and flipped him over onto his back, wiping away dirt and plant clutter that clung to his face and shoulders. She needed to move him.. somewhere out of the sun, and the cold. Off in the back, where she had scoured before, she noticed a little overhang that had protected a corner of the garden from the snow. With a grunt, she locked her hands under his armpits and dragged him as best as she could to the nook.
"..I am so sorry..." Tisking to herself, she slipped off her raincoat and bundled it up under his head, sweeping back his bangs with one gloved hand to make sure he hadn't banged his head on the ground. The flower popped to mind, and she glanced back across the way... both the glass flower and the stone flower she had made were laying in the snow. She stood, and ran to fetch them quickly, before returning to Mat's side to wait...
This was it... there was no turning back now. The Greek gulped, shifting uneasily on her feet, and toyed with her dangling, wiggling hair. The sanctuary stood before her, looming, blood soaked steps washed clean.
so inviting.
Like an apple, dangling from a serpents tail. Sloth shifted around her neck, feeling her uneasiness. Andrea had no real choice, it was either here, or the mansion... She could not return home. Her snakes had struck out at three passersby on her way to the sanctuary. There was no way she was going home, only to injure... or kill, one of her friends. Taking in a shallow, shaking breath, she raised one foot and planted her sandal clothed toes down on the first step. Memories from her first visit flooded back. Nausea gripped her stomach, she could feel warm blood on her cheek again.
Was she really suited for such a place?
Another shaking breath brought one more foot up, another step conquered. She sucked up what courage she had, recalling bad to her time spent with hunter. Eating glass.. if she could do that, she could do anything.. right? The rest of the steps flew by, and before she knew it she was left standing in front of those massive golden doors. Doors she had once misidentified as a church...
A place of god... How wrong she had been. Raising a sweating gloves hand, she rapped on the door three times as hard as she could muster. Still only managing soft, delicate knocks. She stepped back, fully expecting Aura to open the door, innocent smile in place... Quietly she told herself, "... Three knocks. If no one notices... I shall leave..." A desperate bid, hoping fate would save her from the decision she had already made.
With her newly acquired flower in one hand, and Mat being tugged along by the other, she scuttled out of the ally, past his large friends, and paused on the sidewalk. Surely, there had to be some form of flower around somewhere... there were always flowers in the city. After a few silent moments, she turned right and marched up the sidewalk towards an apartment complex. She has seen some complexes with little walk though gardens, or community plots of land for tenants to grow things in. Considering the size of the place, it was surely a more upscale building, and thus it would hopefully have a good sized green area. She shuffled past people, more determined than she had been in a long time, and slipped quiet apologies to those she happened to bump into.
Not that they heard it, with her snakes hissing and slithering about as a distraction. When she finally dragged mat past the front doors of the building, and around to the side, she spotted what she had been looking for. Off to the side of the building was a little walk way that led into a tiny green cubbyhole along side the building. Though it wasn't as big as she had hoped, it was a good size for many plants to occupy. She threw a grin over her shoulder, clutching the rose to her chest, and dragged Mat in.
The florist inside kicked into gear, she dropped Mat's hand and turned to scouring the small space for just the right flower. Roses... Lilly's... daffodil's that were quickly decaying. She spotted an azalea bush at the far end of the garden, and many small butter cups peeking out through the snow.... but nothing she felt worthy of being given as a gift. Her nose wrinkled, and she turned once more, back toward where she had left mat standing. Behind him in the opposite corner she spotted a lone pot with Peony's blooming within... and her smile grew into a toothy grin. Her snakes reacted to her excitement, wriggling about in her hood enough that it slipped from her head. She ignored it though, and made her way past Mat, "Excuse me..."
Once she was settled over the pot, she plucked one of the long stemmed flowers with her fingers, and shed a good number of its leaves. Then, slipping her gloves off carefully, she cupped her hands around the bud... and waited. After a few moments enough of her venom had soaked through. The flower was stone, each petal separate from the other in a delicate fan. She finished off the stem and the leaved adorning it. "Are you ready?" She questioned, peeking back over her shoulder before she stood. She held out the hard, colorless, solid flower and grinned sheepishly.
"For you." She waited until he accepted the gift, her bare palm open, delicately balancing the flower. She had forgotten to slip the gloves still clasped in her other hand back on... Her serpents, who had been watching the whole time- were rather confused. They didn't understand what the flower was.. nor what the significance of giving it to someone else was. It wasn't food... that was for sure, so why did it matter? Avarice felt that if the object was so important that it was to be given away, and it was -not- food, he wanted it. The snake struck out, launching itself at Andrea's face, and snagged it's teeth on the rim of her glasses. With a tug, it freed itself- but took her eye protection with it. Orange eyes widened as the focused on Mat for a brief moment, then they turned and she reached to snag her glasses back from the jealous snake
Nearly slamming the door behind herself, Andrea tugged her shirt into place and paused to inspect herself once more before continuing on. Loose fitting tank top. Check. Baggy camo print capri's. Check. Roman inspired sandals. Check. and gloved- sturdy latex gloves... Check.
She nodded to herself, satisfied, and jo gged back out to where she has stopped before. When she reached the window, Martin was still there. She couldn't see Saph... a frown touched her lips. Maybe he was already done? She stayed by the glass pane for only a moment, then continued on her way. When she reached the outside and padded quietly towards where Martin was standing, she finally spotted Saph again. Her smile returned ten fold, cheesy and childish, and she made herself clam down a few pegs.
"Hello.." She greeted, stopping more than a little to the side and behind the gardener. The child they had been talking to was no where to be seen.. but she supposed he didn't really matter. He had probably just been curious as to what was going on. "It is a fine day for gardening, is it not?"
Saph was apparently on his way back, she noticed, bucket in hand. Dirt on his knees and hands. She blushed a little, feeling the heat in her cheeks, and tried to hide it by shielding her already protected eyes from the sun. "It is quite hot though..." Turning her attention to the rose garden, she tried to spot and count as many little imperfections as she could.. but ended up getting distracted by the little flowers that grew all around.
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"..I dont even know whether she was a mutant or a human. She could have planted something in my head, she could have done anything, I barely remember that whole situation."
"...Really?" Surprising, to her at least. She couldn't imagine why someone would go through all the that effort, what with nursing him back to health, and then just... leave. No introduction, no goodbye? She blinked, and nodded. "That is too bad, though, I doubt she would have done anything to harm you now, if she saved your life then." She paused, wondering exactly what one was supposed to say in such a situation, and added in. "Perhaps she simply did not want to meet you under such circumstances?" Hopefully, that was a positive thing to say. It was hard to tell these days what would upset people anymore...
Her smile widened at his offer. She understood, but... aside from the fact that she felt...nicely comfortable around him, she didn't feel it fair to drop her problems on another pair of shoulders so soon. "I am thankful for that ear, Nick, very much so... I am just.. unsure, if I can talk right now..." She sighed softly, and tucked her hands into her pockets, stepping away slightly as her snakes became active again- what with a few park going birds flapping around in the trees above. She focused on the water as it drew nearer, reminding herself that reaching up to move slithering serpents from her vision was a bad idea- she had enough sore fingers as it was.
"Indeed.." She watched as a few ducks paddled their way across the water, quacking all the way. She felt a little stir in her chest, suddenly reminded of home, and sighed again. "In Rhodes, I lived on a hill... I could see the ocean every morning and every sunset. It is hard sometimes... living someplace where buildings block out the sky." Her eyes traveled skyward. "It is nice though, to be able to feel air on my cheeks...." Her room had always been so... stuffy. It smelled like her, like comfort food and plants. Nothing like the barrage of smells open air contained... especially city air.
Character's full name: Alisa (somethingoranother) Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: none Gender: female Age: (won't divulge) Date of Birth: 7/17/57 Nationality/ Ethnicity: Caucasian Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Russia
Appearance
Hair color and style: Salt n' pepper, though mostly white. Kept back with a clip, or in a bun. Eyes: light grey Height:5'6" Build: Slim, elegant, with hips. Visible mutation: None Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Small scars on her hands from a hard life and handling roses for too long Everyday clothing style: Light flowing clothes, be it shirts or skirts. She is a huge fan of sweaters, and will never be spotted without one on.
Character
Personality: Motherly, caring. Very openly humorous. Hobbies/ Interests: Flowers Job or part time job and description: Florist Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Snakes Special talents: the ability to arrange bouquets perfectly in tissue paper
Morality Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Saintly ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Individual Character's full name: Trenton Mikal Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Trent Gender: Male Age: 33 Date of Birth: 9/14/1979 Nationality/ Ethnicity: Native American/Caucasian Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Bend, Oregon, Usa
Appearance
Hair color and style: Black, recently cut short. Eyes: Black Height:6'2" Build: Slim on bottom, semi muscly on top, like a swimmer. Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: None Other features: Silver wedding band he wears on his left hand. Everyday clothing style: Dark clothes. Sleepwear: T-shirt and boxers Miscellaneous clothing: None
Character
Personality: Dark, somewhat menacing. He has a twisted view of life, and if things don't go the way he thinks they are meant to, he can get pretty mental. Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral
Mutations
Mutation description: Trent was born with the ability to vibrate at high frequencies. Since he has known about it practically all his life, he has been able to morph it into a tool he can use to gain entry to practically anywhere. So long as that place is not made of metal, or flesh. Strengths: He can vibrate at such a high frequency that when he touches things like stone, brick and glass, he loosens the packed ingredients to the point that they simply crumble under his touch. Weaknesses: He is not able to vibrate through Metals, or softer tissues like flesh. Metals are much harder and more compact than cement, and Flesh absorbs too much of the frequency.
