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.
Padding quietly down the hallway, with a little note in one hand, and a banana in the other, Andrea re-read the rather mysterious note once more, and took another monstrous bite of her food. Effectively ending it's brief existence in two massive chomps.
While highly suspicious, she had an inkling as to who it may have come from, which is why she had accepted it from the small girl child in the first place. She passed by a few windows, peering out into the front yard of the mansion, before she turned a corner and headed back towards where she was told to go. She tossed her food waste into a trash can as she passed, taking steps to make sure it didn't hit the rim and flop out onto the floor... and then paused at a window near her. Outside, farther down the wall she could see martin...or at least his back, standing next to a child. Saph was not far off, elbow deep in weeds and dirt.
She smiled lightly, tucking a few wriggling strands of hair behind her ears, and leaned up against the window sill for a moment. She hadn't realized Saph would be there as well... A quick glance down at her clothing told her she would probably need to go change... into something less baggy, and maybe a little more dirt proof. Before she moved though, she watched Saph stand and walk over to join Martin and the child. He knelt down next to the boy, spoke a few words she was to far away to hear, and withdrew a yo-yo from his pocket.
Andrea's smile grew a little more at the sight. Saph had given the kid a toy. A gift. The older man patted the kid on the shoulder, and the kid scampered off. With a giggle, Andrea pushed away from the wall and turned back towards her room. She would change, gather a sturdier pair of gloves, and then head out to meet the two men. The day was going to be so much fun!
...And then, just like that, they were at her door. She smiled at it, never having been so thankful to see a slab of wood before, and moved to lay her hand on the knob of her door, but paused. She turned a sincere smile back to him, ignoring for a moment the itch, and fought back the urge to extend a hand to him. While it was custom... she was covered in poison, and just this once, figured it could be over looked.
"I do, and I do believe I still owe you help in the garden." She glanced down at her spotty, swollen arms and legs and grimaced. "...Actual help." She blinked up at him, and tilted her head. Being color blind, she was not able to decipher what color of eyes he had. They seemed... unusually light, nearly gray. perhaps that meant they were really blue? Or a light green? Puzzled, she turned back to the situation at hand.
She could ponder his eye color and many other things once she was less itchy. "Thank you again, for helping me. It was very kind of you." She dipped in a little bow, the best she could do in lieu of a handshake. "Until we meet again."
She returned to opening her door, blissfully ignorant to the many things swirling about in Martins head, and stepped into her shared room. Verdy would have a fit, she was sure, if she saw the state that Andrea was in. First things first, with that on her mind, was to look up the quickest and most readily available concoction to lower the swelling... and hopefully get rid of some of those ugly red spots... She was starting to resemble a Christmas decoration, what with all of the red and green...
She couldn't hide her elation at the gift. A little wiggle in her coat, and the child like hugging of the miniature statue to her chest gave her away plain as day. "Thank you! She is so precious..." She unbuttoned her coat, tucking the small clone away into an inside pocket, then clapped her hands together in her lap.
“You named them after the seven sins?”
Her smile widened, flashing inch long canines from both top and bottom jaw that fit neatly into place around her other pearly whites. Nothing could bring her down at the moment, not even the mention of her accursed serpents. Instead, she nodded, and patted the white one gently on its belly. "I did... because each seems to have personalities to match..." Sloth was a prime example of that. The slow moving snake rarely ever left her shoulders- save when the possibility of food presented itself in the form of sleeping bus dwelling transients. "It seemed more fitting than naming them Curly, Moe, and Larry... you know?" Images of the snakes bonking each other on the head, or trying to poke out each others eyes with forked tongues came to mind... She blinked them away before they could entice a giggle.
"This one right here.." She poked a rather fatty, lethargic snake lounging about under her right ear. It hissed in return, but was too comfortable to move from its spot. "..lives up to his name every day. He eats... and eats..." She glanced into the shadows again, and wrinkled her nose. "..or at least he tries too." There was scorn in her voice at that moment, and the snakes recognized it well. They ducked further into her hair, neatly disappearing into the dark tresses. "I have had them for four days, and yet they act as if I am no more attached to them as they are to me." She smiled again, and shrugged. “Pretty much. I can vary the shape and materials of my sculptures, but sculptures are the only thing I can make. I couldn't draw a picture to save my life."
Her attention turned again to the golems, standing solid and fearsome only a little ways away. She found a spark of jealously budding within her chest...and frowned softly while Mat was away. In a way she imagined they were a constant source of company. Coming from a past where all she had was herself for such a long time, she envied that wholeheartedly. How many times she could have used a shoulder to cry on, or an ear to talk to- even if it was made of stone.
Of course, that reminded her eerily of tales of Medusa's garden... and that little spark of envy went out like a light. She shook herself, slapped a grin back in place, and laid a hand over the little marble necklace dangling from her neck. She had people now... even if she couldn't see them. Turning her attention back to Mat, she found herself captivated by the process with which he molded a neat little glass flower. Another pang of homesickness hit her, and she covered it up swiftly with a little awed gasp. The flower was held out to her, offered, and once again she felt heat wash over her cheeks. This time though, it spread like wildfire through the rest of her face until she was one giant embarrassed brown mess.
'This one... he is good. A charmer.' She chided herself, and made a mental note to watch out for any further cheek coloring actions of his. She would not embarrass herself in such a manner anymore! Holding the delicate flower, she studied the curved of its petals, the veins etched in its leaves, and found herself thoroughly satisfied with its quality- from a florists perspective, at least. Everything else about her was too busy giggling like a school girl to notice such fine details. She stood swifty, reached out to snatch up one of his hands, and turned to drag him from the alley. "Now it is my turn to give you a gift."
Christmas in the states just wasn't the same as Christmas in Greece.. This was her second winter in new york... and just as strange. Not only was she... more mutated than ever, but she was relatively trapped in an alley.
By trees.
her ill fated decision to venture out today was smacking her right about now, but at least some good would come of it. With walking trees roaming the streets, destroying cars and buildings alike, she didn't really have to worry about people staring at her... or any attention at for that matter. It brought a small, sad smile to her face. She peeked out from her alley, tucked in between two rather large buildings, and watched events unfold before her that she was sure would be in the news when she got home. That reminded her, she would need to keep an eye out for news vans.. the last thing she needed was her face being caught in the background, or worse... being in the foreground.
She glanced around for a moment or two, spying people mucking about, laughing since the tree's only seemed to trample cars and not attack people. It was a spectacle to some, while the rest just ran before crap officially hit the fan. When she was sure the coast was clear, she stepped out onto the street, following a rather large tree at a good distance.
To say she was curious was an understatement, by far. But as soon as her curiosity was stated, she was going to make a beeline for home. The tree in front of her came to a stop, unable to get past some low hanging stop light cables at a cross walk, so she stopped as well. It was around that time that she heard a boom in the distance... not close enough to make her jump, but not far enough that she felt comfortable ignoring it. She spared a look over her shoulder, glanced back to the tangled tree in front of her, and headed towards the sound.
The things she did when not really thinking about it, those were the ones that always managed to get her into the most trouble. She dropped her gaze to the side walk, reaching back to tug her red hood into place, and wrapped sloth around her neck just a little tighter...
Art? Andrea's ears pricked, and she tilted her head. "Ohh... I love ar-.." She didn't get to finish her sentence.
The little slaps on the ground brought up a little... her? She was inclined to remove her glasses, purely so she could see the wee character in better light. Instead, she leaned forward bending down a little so she could spy the small creation more closely. It was her. Little snakes, little coat, everything. She giggled, a real unforced laugh, and resisted the urge to poke at it. In all honesty, she had never been to elated to see herself. Andrea half dipped back from her position on the ground, and raised her eyes back to Mat when the connection was lost. Carefully, she reached out and picked the little statue up, turning it over in one gloved hand.
"... It is absolutely beautiful." She held the little figurine out to him, intent on returning it, and beamed. "You must feel blessed to have such a gift."
When the attention was returned to her, she couldn't help but pout, and turn her eyes back to the shadows where the rat lay. "Unfortunately no... they have minds of their own, though.. they are less aggressive now than a few days ago." Still, less aggressive was still aggressive. A hiss from behind her ear spoke numbers, and the Greek reached back to swat its owner on the snout. "They are like children really..." She pointed to the one she had punished, "This one is Ira..." She pointed to the slow moving white beast next, who was busy trying to climb across the gap to Mat. "He is Sloth." She tugged on him a little, and the rest of the snakes slithered our from her hair, as if they wanted to be named as well.
Andrea pursed her lips, waiting for them to settle, then pointed to the next. "Avarice, Gula, Hubris, Vanagloria, and... lust." The small snake she hesitated to name shot forward, tongue flicking out, eyes on Mat. Andrea's cheeks darkened, and she pushed the serpent back into her hair. "...He is the friendliest..." And also the most likely to get her slapped with a restraining order one day...
Turning her eyes away from the ground, she glanced back to the golems. Now that she knew what they were, they weren't half as scary... okay, maybe a quarter less. "Are these the only kind of art you do?" Her smile returned, and she grinned at him, careful not to expose too much tooth. "I make things as well, though they aren't as intricate..." Perhaps, if he was interested, she would show him.
She only giggled more at his return comment. Yes, there was a dreadful lack of moral people these days, but... she had met a good majority of the ones who were left. His story however, caught her off guard a little. He honestly hadn't been kidding when he had admitted to that crazy part. Robbing a bank, getting shot... it was starting to sound more and more like he had a bounty on his head. Andrea smiled a little, nodding as she listened.
"...Someone was kind enough to take you in and nurse you back to health?" ...or at least that was what she had gotten from the story... It wasn't much of a surprise to her, considering she had just met the equivalent of such a person in Bear himself. Still, it was mildly distressing to imagine someone so nice, going through so much stress...
"What about you? I dont know much about your life before today... Why are you on the run? I mean, you've been here for a year, there's no way you've been living on the street this entire time... Where were you that you felt you couldn't be anymore? With your parents?"
Keeping her smile in place, she glanced at him from behind her glasses. He added in that she didn't need to explain if she didn't want to, but... Andrea wondered if keeping her silence would have repercussions on her new friendship. There were only a few souls that knew her story, mostly because she felt it was not an important one, and also because she was rather private person.
"I... am afraid my story is not quite so... active." She started, fishing for the right words. "I did not live with my parents, no. They are in Greece. I lived in a school for Mutants." She paused, blinking, and turned to him. "You know, you could actually stay there for a while. They accept anyone, and there is no rent. It's full of really good people..." Her eyes dropped, and she fought back the urge to sigh mournfully. "All of my friends are there... but.." She shook her head, "...I simply cannot stay there any longer. I would sooner live on the streets... or go back home, than put any of them in danger." Saph's face- that goofy, aggravating grin popped to mind again, and she frowned.
"I.... I can say no more." She would start crying, if she didn't shut herself up soon... Here eyes rose and she lifted a hand and pointed. They were approaching the water.
Sunshine? Well... that was a new nickname... She would have to remember it. "I am fine... I just do not like the sound of police cars, is all." An inward cringe at the thought of what the threat of police brought. Yes, it was defiantly good that she was in here, and now out there. The lack of crowds, cars, possible cameras, and officers did wonders for her jumpy nerves.
"Are those...um... things yours?" She asked, wanting to take her mind of the subject of getting mailed back to Greece, "...What are they?"
She had seen similar things, she believed, but she had never paid very much attention. They reminded her greatly of a Show she had seen once, save that the thing from the Tv show had been a monster. The things he... created, didn't seem evil, or good really. "..How do you make them?" It interested her greatly that someone else had a sort of power over stone. She glanced at her hands for a moment, flexing her finger's in her synthetic gloves, and blinked.
“I'm not really sure. An alley somewhere. You, ah, you passed out so I thought it would be best to get you away from where we got kicked off,”
A frown fell back in place over her lips, at the thought of her passing out. She would have to work on getting overly excited, or else none of her problems would be solved. "...Eh, Sorry. About, well, everything." She laughed nervously, and touched the collar of her hood. She hadn't realized that it had been down the whole time. "Do not apologize, I am thankful you did not leave me out there." With a grin, she extended a gloved hand his way, her hood forgotten about for the moment.
"I am Andrea, It is a pleasure to meet you, Mat."
She heard the tell tale scratching of tiny claws on pavement, and the scurrying of a small furry animal behind the trash cans closest to her. A good sized rat darted from the shadows, intent on escaping back to his hole in the wall- which Andrea was sitting beside- until it got too close and one of her ebony snakes flashed out and snagged it. She was jerked a little by the action, and swore again in Greek as she reached to snatch the rat from her serpents mouth. The snake saw her coming, and a mini game of Catch Me If You Can ensued. The small animal squirmed for a few moments as her snake tried to gulp it down, but Andrea grabbed it around its small angular head and pried the rat out. It was pretty much all stone by the time she fully extracted it, and with an agitated sigh, she tossed the animal back into the shadows.
"I am going to have to put muzzles on you guys... Really, I am..." Sloth twitched, unaware as to what a 'muzzle' was, but got the feeling from her agitation that it was not good. The other snakes merely ignored her, and sank back into the depths of her dark hair, blending in save for their beady orange eyes.
Ahh... blissful sleep, where angry bus drivers, odd mutant created golem's or shrieking sirens could get to you. But she did notice that it felt like she was being jostled on top of rocks... The Greek groaned a little, but remained for the most part out of it. Her snakes on the other hand were in a fit. What was the meaning of this?! These things were moving... and yet when bitten they were hard, and didn't die! If looks could kill, the Golems would be dead seven times over. Curious on lookers stopped to stare in amazement as the troupe passed, and more than one were snapped at by enraged serpents.
Once she was laid down in the alley, with her head supported by Sloth, and the others standing at attention, Andrea wiggled again and opened her eyes. First of all she noticed her glasses were on crooked, and fixed them with a palm to her face. The second thing she noticed, was that her serpents had noticed her, and here hovering rather close to her face.... A frightening sight when her snakes had a tendency to strike at her. "Ah!"
She pushed the snakes away, sitting herself upright, and finally noticed the man from the bus beside her. Her cheeks darkened again whens he remembered what he had said, and she coughed. "....uh..." With Andrea awake and functional, the snakes turned their attention elsewhere. The ally was dark... rather clean- for an alley, with a few trashcans littering the walls. Andrea turned her eyes toward the opening, guarded by the two hulking figures, and twitched ever so slightly. Remembering that the same type of creature had only a few minutes ago been punching holes in a bus... didn't exactly put her jumbled nerves to rest. "....um...."
Her eyes turned back to the man, and she fidgeted. "Hello." The white snake who had been acting as her pillow slithered up and over her shoulder, yawning widely as it settled across her chest. She tapped her fingers on its body, and smiled a little. Meanwhile, the dark snakes in her hair had retreated. They could hear something scurrying about in the darkness at the back of the alley, and their flicking tongues told them it was a fat juicy rat. If they hid... and waited until just the right moment... maybe, just maybe, they could get a meal before the green one could take it away. The Green one in question shifted uncertainly as sirens grew closer, then faded again. "... Where are we?"
Before she knew it, she and her unfortunate tag along were deposited out onto the street. The driver shook his head and turned, muttering about mutants not being able to keep their bloody powers under control, before he hopped back onto the bus. With a little frown, the likes of which were becoming more and more frequent. And to think, she had expected the day to flow so smoothly... The man beside her stomped, earning her attention, and before she could react a person...thing...creature?... appeared from the ground. Andrea's jaw dropped as before her eyes the man-thing attacked the bus, bashing dents and shattering reinforced windows with ease.
The panic oozing from the beaten up bus flooded into the street and screams erupted from those nearby. Like cockroaches scurrying from a kitchen light, the sidewalk was empty of people in seconds, and the bus was speeding away with golem still attached.
Feeling more or less at a loss for words, she stood and stared, not really knowing how to react now that her plans were dashed, until her serpents snapped her to attention again. She realized, a little too later, that they weren't all too happy about the ruckus that had gone on. With an 'Oof!' her new friend was tugged into her and she was thrown off balance. "Uugh!... Sloth, let g-" and then she was face to face... with the grinning man.
“You know, there are easier ways for a pretty little thing like you to get a man's attention.”
Before her jaw could drop, again, she felt the familiar heat rush into her cheeks. Her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed brown, and Andrea felt just a little dizzy. Why would she.... what did he?
"Wh-...What?" Out of the corners of her eyes, she spotted the blurry dark shapes of curious people creeping closer, and somewhere through the foggy dizziness she could hear sirens in the distance.
"...Cops..." And she promptly fainted dead away, becoming nothing more than dead weight as her forehead dropped onto the guys shoulder.
Resisting the urge to snort at him, Andrea wolfed down the rest of her food as politely as she could. Nice or not, it wasn't exactly her mannerisms that were keeping her out of trouble. Since leaving home, nothing had seemed to work at keeping her nose clean, not all the niceness in the world. In fact... maybe it was her 'nice' nature that was getting her into trouble? She paused, blinking, and furrowed her eyebrows. Maybe avoiding people wasn't enough, maybe she would also have to cut back on her natural urge to do good deeds?... that sounded awfully selfish though. She sighed softly, plopping the last bite of food into her mouth, and tugged her snake down without turning to look. It had been trying to climb up the tree trunk behind her, and was enticing the others to want to follow.
"Alright, it's a deal... But we should walk around New York a bit more... If only just to take a stroll through Central Park... How's that sound?"
"It sounds like a plan, Nick." Well, there went the idea of cutting back on her politeness. Some people just weren't meant to be mean.. she had the feeling she was one of them. "...We should walk down by the water." Somewhere at least a little farther from the beaten path... just in case. "I have been there many times, and it is always beautiful." She stood, brushing off any crumbs that might have collected on her, and tugged her hood securely in place, snatching her hands back before the little black snakes could snap at her. One of these days, she would need to try and calm them down, otherwise she would never be able to brush her hair again.
"By the way... We'll make sure to get two beds..." A surprised giggle escaped her, and she slapped a hand over her lips. Yes, she was a nice young lady, but it seemed as though he was also a nice young man. "What did you do before you came back to New York, Might I ask?" what better a time to get to know him better, than a walk? It would make sleeping in the same room with him a little more comfortable too, she was sure.
The plan worked, but not exactly as had been hoped for. Fourteen beady orange eyes locked onto the glass mouse, even before it had hit the back of the seat. The second it darted, they lunged. "...Eeep!"
Andrea was jerked forward by all six of her snakes striking at once, while the white snake who had started the whole mess lunged from in front of the man it held captive- effectively forcing skull to meet skull. Before Andrea could even react to the bonk of heads, or the falling of her hood, she was dragged backwards out of her seat by the six serpents taking one last lunge at the scampering mouse. The twenty three year old swore loudly in Greek, flailing her arms to right herself before she tumbled into the walkway. There was a high chance of getting trampled, what with all the panic and pandemonium.
The driver of the bus veered his vehicle over to the curb, unbuckled himself and stood. Andrea couldn't see it but he looked angry, and he was already stomping down the aisle towards them. As if things weren't already bad enough, Mr. Sam.u.el. impersonator felt the eyes boring into him from all directions, and he wasn't at all happy about it. The man leapt to his feet as soon as the bus stopped rolling, his trench coat swaying angrily about his legs. He hefted a backpack up onto his shoulder, slapped a flat cap on over his grey curly hair, and pointed one stubby, anger filled finger back at the teens, who were busy whispering amongst one another.
"I am so tired of you Mo@#%r F@&#$ng Kids, Making Mo@#%r F@&#$ng assumptions about me!"
The man lifted his chin high, pointing a crude hand gesture there way, and stomped towards the exit. Just as he was about to leave, a child up near the front hollered, "I have had it with these Monkey fighting snakes, on this Monday to Friday bus!" Childish giggles followed as the man threw his arms into the air with a growl, and stormed off the bus.
Andrea managed to right herself in her chair for a moment, then stood. She was going to get sloth off of the guy, even if she had to resort of desperate measures. What was the snakes problem anyway!? It hadn't acted up at all since she had punished it for trying to eat someone's yorkie-poo. A tap on her shoulder, followed by an angry "Ahem..." dragged her back to the other things happening on the bus, and Andrea gulped. A few more swear words flew to the tip of her tongue, but she didn't have time to utter any of them.
"I'm going to have to ask you to leave." The deep voice continued, and a hand too hold of her under her armpit. "..NOW." While the driver ignored her excuses and pleas for him to just give her one second, she was roughly dragged towards the back door, with her snake and it's newest friend in tow.
With her thoughts having abandoned her, she had turned instead to humming quietly and fiddling with her fingers in her lap, watching from behind the protection of her glasses as people tried and failed at hiding curious glances sent her way. At least they weren't screaming.. or yelling at her. The other snakes had awoken and stood alert with tongues flicking out, heads twitching this way and that. Each twitch of an arm, or tap of a foot was enough to entice their attention, and then... they focused on their biggest sibling. People on the bus were beginning to shift uncomfortably though, and it was not for the reason Andrea assumed. They were watching her larger serpent intently, wondering what the hell was going on... Would it attack? Many thought that someone should get up and do something, but no one wanted to take a stand. One scruffy man towards the back was getting searching looks in particular, and it was getting on his nerves. He ducked his head with a grumble under his breath, glaring out from behind dark sunglasses at the onlookers, and ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair...
“...snake...?”
Had someone just said something? The Gorgon squinted, and glanced around curiously in all the wrong places. She was sure someone had said- “Snakes!” Andrea nearly jumped out of her skin. She swung her head around, her hands flashing up to keep her hood in place as the other serpents in her hood reacted to her surprise by launching forward with fangs and hisses. She had the mind to scoot back in her seat, away from the now awake male who was entangled with her snake, but was jolted to a stop when the white serpent coiled tighter- refusing to let go. It did not want to let go. The man smelled pleasant... different from the other fleshy prey that walked around, and he was warm... People who had previously been sitting and merely watching flew to their feet. Some called to the driver to stop the bus, that someone was being attacked! Andrea Twisted her head around, throwing out an arm to try and halt them. "Wait! I- This is not- I'm not-!" She growled in frustration, and turned around in her seat, both hands around her serpent. "Sloth, Let.. Go!" In the back, a few giddy teens were staring intently at the back of the salt and pepper man's head. He had to say it... he had to! He was a dead ringer for the foul mouthed, action super star, down to a T....
"Faith in oneself is a big part of surviving in this world in general Andrea. I didnt have faith in who I was or what I could do or anything like that. And look at what happened to me. And as for faith in another, I dont know who you are relying on to get you through that place.""But if this person is as cool as you, you'll do just fine."
'God... of course. She told herself, blinking at him from behind her glasses. It was mighty foolish of her to assume that he shared the same faith though, wasn't it? Realizing that she was still holding a half eaten hotdog, she finished it off while he spoke, and reach for another. It would be impolite of her to let food go to waste when he had seemed so excited to buy it for her. While she ate quietly, a thought struck her. She did have faith in another... though he was far from being god, or anything holy for that matter. She had faith in that scruffy rascal back at the school... the one who made her blush no matter what he did. '...Saphirus...' Her hand reached for another dog, and she blinked. She had missed some of what bear had been saying while she was thinking...
".. I'll probably sleep on the street tonight and go job hunting tomorrow. It's at the point right now where I'll do whatever I can to get a job so I can get an apartment of my own.""Once I have this place... If you want to that is... You're more than welcome to stay with me until you get on your feet..."
Had it been any other time, say a few months back, Andrea would have turned dark brown at such a suggestion. Room with a male... a male she was only just beginning to get to know? Absurd. But today the Greek didn't feel anything, not even a flutter of embarrassment. She was a grown woman... Hardly an innocent child. She could handle almost anything. In fact, she found herself more struck by the idea that he would willingly spend the night on the streets. It make her second guess her self on just how bad the sanctuary was... "Dont you worry about me though Andrea... I'll be ok, I'm more worried about you."
She couldn't help but grin at him. "...Surely you are an Angel." She turned her eyes skyward again, and finished off her third hotdog. "How about.." She started, picking her words carefully. ".. we both find someplace to stay tonight after we walk, and I will think about you're offer?" She tilted her head back over to him. If only her mother could hear her now, offering to share a room with a man in a motel. "Since you paid for food, I will accept nothing less than at least paying for half of a Motel room." Two beds of course... she wasn't crazy, after all. "How does that sound?"
The buss rolled to a stop, and Andrea stepped away from the curb just a little. She was the only figure standing at the bus stop, more because of the hissing passengers wriggling about in her hair than the freak storm that had moved in. The Gorgon pulled up her hood as the doors banged open, and she stepped onto the bus. Dressed in yellow rain boots, worn out black stockings and her customary red rain coat over a worn out black dress. There was no reason to really dress up these days... After she dropped her fare into the coin machine and accepted the small transfer ticket the driver provided, her eyes turned to face down the usual obstacle- finding a seat. Which in the last few days since the appearance of her snakes had only gotten easier. After nodding her thanks, she maneuvered her way down the aisle, one gloved hand supporting her on the over head railing as the bus jumped into motion again, snow tires clanking loudly underneath.
Cold had become something she liked very much... snow even more. It seemed that the colder and colder it got outside, the fewer people she ran into on the streets. It was the perfect time for one who wished to be left alone to do her grocery shopping. Of course, where she intended to get said groceries was a mystery. Orange eyes slid this way and that as she searched for an open seat. People blinked at her, or rather at the large white thing around her neck. Just in a few days she snakes had grown out to what she hoped was their full size. It was a lot harder to hide them now, and completely impossible to hide the restricter around her neck. She was just thankful it looked more like an odd scarf, than a snake.
She spotted a seat just a few steps away and tucked herself into it, taking a quick squinted look at the sleeping male beside her. She honestly had never been able to figure out how people could sleep on buses.. packed full of strangers and contaminated with many different germs. Then again, he looked a little... disheveled. If her assumption was correct, then sleeping on a bus was probably better than sleeping out in the cold. She sniffled, and folded her hands in her lap, losing herself in her thoughts as the bus bumped along. The white serpent around her neck though, was jolted awake by the motions. It uncoiled it self slowly, scaring more than a few people close to her out of their seats and to the front of the bus. A small dark tongue licked the air, tasting all of the new smells, and then it's beady eyes focused on the unmoving man at Andrea's side. Curious, it slipped carefully from around the Greek's neck, and across the small gap between them to coil around the closest arm, then up and around the back of his neck. It's tongue shot out and licked at the man's ear, wondering if he was dead, and therefore a free meal.
