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.
Posted by Matt Morales on Mar 28, 2018 15:22:52 GMT -6
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Feb 13, 2020 21:10:32 GMT -6
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Matt had woken up alone. It was hard to tell exactly how long he’d slept, but when he blinked his eyes open, the room was empty. His stuff was still there, but Svetlana’s was gone. The note next to the bed detailed where she had gone, and it made his stomach sink. She could hold her own out there, but she hadn’t stuck around. Really, he hadn’t expected her to, but he’d hoped that she might. He’d hoped that she might choose to stick it through rather than leaving. For a while, he simply laid on his back and stared at the ceiling.
The pain had lessened, and he definitely felt better after a long sleep, but knowing that Svetlana had walked out hurt… more than the taser had. Not more than getting shot, but more than the taser. Was it for the best? He likely wouldn’t have been in any of the situations that they’d been in if he hadn’t met her, but he also didn’t regret any of them. He didn’t wish that they hadn’t happened. After losing Sophie, Matt had assumed that he would likely never find someone else that he connected with or felt something for. He couldn’t quite tell whether what he felt for Svetlana was like that specifically, but it wasn’t trivial. That was for sure. He felt something.
He did follow her advice and took a cab over to the closest hospital. They sent him through x-rays and took various tests all to let him know that the nurse had done an alright job, all things considered. They kept him overnight for observation and chalked him full of different medications, and then they sent him on his way. For the next two days, he stayed holled up in his apartment, trying to figure out what to do.
It wasn’t like he could go back to work, so he stayed inside instead. He didn’t really know what was going through Svetlana’s head, but he knew that he wasn’t going to let her ghost him like that. Two days of rest and contemplation had made him decide that he was going to go to her work. This wasn’t a conversation that he wanted to have over the phone, he sucked at texting, and he didn’t know where she lived. That left Haven.
But he was an adapted who was going to be walking into a building full of mutants. It was a bad idea, and he knew it, but he was going to take his chances. Plus, it felt good to be up and out of the house. Showered and dressed, he was standing at the front desk of “Haven”. He still wasn’t entirely clear on what the whole place was.
“Svetlana Sergeyeva,” he said, his hands on the edge of the desk as he waited to hear whether or not he could actually see her. So far, he hadn’t had any issues with his abilities, and he was hoping to keep it that way.
“What’s this concerning?”
“I’m… a friend. It’s a personal matter.”
“Urgent?”
“Sure, yeah.”
“Alright, follow me,” the receptionist said. Matt could tell that she was eyeing him funny, but he didn’t really care. If he had to spin a white lie or two to get in, then he wasn’t above doing so. The receptionist led him through the halls and to an elevator before detailing exactly how to get to Sveta’s office.
Matt followed her instructions, taking the elevator rather than the stairs. He was doing alright for pain, but stairs were sort of the worst in his current state. At least he was up and walking. Eventually, he found the right place. With a deep breath, he knocked hard on the door.
Posted by Matt Morales on Mar 27, 2018 18:23:04 GMT -6
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There was some sort of understanding that the day had been so strange that all bets were off. He tried his best to avert his eyes as she peeled off her blood-soaked shirt. He was half-expecting her to simply get changed into something else, but instead she walked over and handed him a wet rag.
Matt took it from her with a simple thanks, making sure his eyes didn’t land anywhere for too long. They were past that point, anyway, and he would have to be an idiot to think that anything was going to happen between them after everything. It was incredibly unlikely that she would see him as anything other than what he was in that moment ever again, which was really too bad. She had been with him at all his worst points in the past year.
The rag did its job of wiping off the blood for the most part. It wasn’t perfect, but it got the worst of it off. There was dried stuff in the cracks and crevices of his skin that likely wouldn’t come off without a shower, but it was better than it had been before. He no longer looked like he’d stepped off the set of a horror film. He didn’t really feel like searching the rest of himself for more blood spots, so he gave up after just getting his arms and face. With that, he handed the rag back to her, since he couldn’t walk it back himself.
“It’s better than nothing,” he said in agreement, looking at his hands. That was as good as they were going to get for the time being, which was just fine. Every part of him was just begging for sleep. He laid back on the bed, careful not to nudge the I.V. or lie funny on his bandages. Once he was sort of comfortable, he glanced back at Svetlana, making sure that she was still alright. There was definitely room on the bed for both of them, but he wasn’t going to press the matter.
Posted by Matt Morales on Mar 27, 2018 15:14:11 GMT -6
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Svetlana left the room for what felt like a very short second. It was probably longer than he was thinking, considering how much she was carrying when she came back, but it felt like he had blinked and she was back. Maybe that wasn’t the worst thing in the world, though. It wasn’t the worst thing to feel so relaxed that time moved faster.
Maybe he was just out of it, though. His head swam a little as he sat back up to take a peek at the various items that she’d brought back with her. There were no real pants, just scrubs. That was probably for the best, anyway - they didn’t need to worry about them fitting improperly. He picked up a pair and held them up for size, deeming that they would probably be alright. It wasn’t as if he could just keep up with the pants he had on, anyway, even if he was getting used to the constant smell of blood that they both carried on them.
"I'd offer to help get your pants off, but I feel like you'd like to keep a bit of your dignity..."
Matt glanced up, a little horrified at the notion. Did he honestly look that awful? He’d made it to the bed, hadn’t he? “I appreciate that…” he said, shaking his head at the idea. He was busy making mental notes to never let himself get shot again. There was no way that he was going to go through this a second time. “Thanks for this, though.”
There was a very high chance that he would’ve died without her, he realized. If it hadn’t just been the agents killing him, then he would’ve bled out on the floor alone. For a man who had gotten very used to going through the twists and turns of life alone, that was a hard realization. He needed another person, and he was leaning on the one person that he actually cared about the opinion of. It was entirely likely that whatever credit he’d gotten back from the first night they’d met, he had just lost again. She’d very nearly offered to help him take off his pants.
And, yes, it did hurt to undo his belt and attempt to change into the scrubs, but he made it work. Svetlana was cleaning off her face, and he didn’t have the energy to care about the fact that he would be strippping down to his boxers in the same room as her, so he simply went for it. Sitting on the bed for most of it helped a lot, since his limbs had almost given up on cooperating with him. It felt like he’d been awake for days, which was likely due to the blood loss and the taser. He hadn’t exactly been kind to his body in the past few hours. Once he was changed, he sat back down with a sigh. Now it was just a matter of getting the dried blood off of his skin. He had half a mind to just leave it until the morning.
Posted by Matt Morales on Mar 27, 2018 14:29:34 GMT -6
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As much as Matt may have wanted to keep saying that he would be fine and that she didn’t need to make sure that he was alright, he knew that she was probably right. It wasn’t often that one got shot, and he didn’t know what it would be like to actually deal with the aftermath. Besides, the wheelchair didn’t have wheels that could be pushed by the dependent. He actually had to have someone push him down the hallway. It was a wonderful way to make him feel even less.
He was glad to know that Svetlana would be sticking around, though. They made it to the room, and Matt took the opportunity to stand up out of the wheelchair. The nurse was long gone and he could do as he wanted, meaning that the wheelchair was gone. He stood up and used the I.V. trolley to help him move across the room. It was hard not to feel like a decrepit old man.
“Spare clothes are good,” Matt said with a nod. He still had his jacket, which hadn’t been involved in the fight, and he had the new shirt, but his pants and the rest of his body had a bit of a coating. It had dried and caked on the skin of his hands. Svetlana was even worse, too; there was hardly a part of her that wasn’t bloodied in some way or another. He knew that part of it was from him, but most of it was likely from the fight. As far as he knew, none of it was actually hers.
He glanced at the bed and took a seat on it. With a smirk, he turned back to her. “I’ll be fine,” he impressed for what felt like the upteenth time. He was injured, not an invalid, and he would be damned if he let her fight his battles and carry his injured a** over the finish line. It was nice to have her there for support, but he didn’t plan on letting her do much more.
Matt leaned down a little to pull of his shoes, wincing at the strain. It was easier in the end just to kick them off, which was what he ended up doing. Once they were off, he was able to lie back in the bed a little. It was a lumpy, rockhard mess, but it felt incredible.
Posted by Matt Morales on Mar 26, 2018 15:13:29 GMT -6
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Matt wasn’t exactly happy about having to sit in a wheelchair and be pushed along with the I.V., but he understood that it likely needed to happen. Getting shot had not been fun, and he didn’t really want to go through the stitching process a second time. As demeaning as it might be, he was set on keeping the injured part of himself in tact. He did exactly as Juliette said and sat quietly in the wheelchair, holding the I.V. next to him.
The question of where Svetlana would be sleeping was something that he wondered about as well. He wasn’t at all bothered by the idea of having her near him for the evening, and in fact he preferred it, but he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable if she wasn’t okay with that. However, she claimed that she would be keeping an eye on him tonight. Matt rolled his eyes slightly, but he knew the point was probably a valid one. He wasn’t exactly in great shape.
“Thank you. Really,” Matt said to the woman, despite his unwillingness to completely submit to her requests. She nodded and then left the room, likely to do some paperwork or something. It was finished. No more of… whatever that had been.
They were still both covered in blood, but there was not much to do about that. At least he had gotten a new shirt, but they probably still looked as though they had stepped out of Carrie. Not exactly a great look to have when walking through the halls of… wherever they were.
“You don’t have to stick around if you don’t want to,” he said to Svetlana once they were in the hallway, headed in the direction of the room that they had been given. “I mean, I wanna know you’re safe, but you don’t have to stay for my sake. I’m sure I’ll be alright.”
Posted by Matt Morales on Mar 26, 2018 8:52:13 GMT -6
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“They certainly seem handsier than they need to be,” Matt agreed with a hard sigh, unable to keep his hand from travelling down to the new hole in his body. His fingers wanted to tug at the corners of the bandage, but he stopped them as soon as it started. He didn’t need to prolong the healing process if he didn’t need to. Already, he wasn’t sure when he would be able to jump back into work.
He was mostly worried about whether or not Svetlana would be staying there for the night or not. She had sounded like she had plans to get moving as soon as he was out of the way, which was very much not alright. In Matt’s opinion, she needed just as much protection as he did, even if she could hold her own against a bunch of newbie agents. She needed to make sure that she wasn’t going to walk right into the arms of a better trained squad of them.
Juliette returned a second later, pushing a wheelchair with a t-shirt on the seat. That was probably to replace the one that she had cut off of him to begin with. It was just a plain black one, probably used for people who walked in there without proper clothes.
“You can’t be serious,” Matt said once he saw the wheelchair, sliding over to the edge of the bed to take a look at it. “I walked in here, didn’t I? I’ll be fine.”
“I’m not stitching you up again tonight, so you’re going to sit in this wheelchair and not complain about it.” Juliette did not look like she was there to take s***. Matt nodded with a sigh, and allowed her to remove the I.V. for a second so he could slide the t-shirt on. Once the needle was back in place, he stood up, rolled the I.V. around the bed, and sat down in the wheelchair. It felt like he was about to be rolled to his deathbed or something.
“There’s a room on the third floor that’s on the edge and doesn’t have neighbours at the moment,” Juliette explained, turning to them both. “You can sleep there tonight. Do you…” she trailed off, looking at Svetlana specifically. “I’m sorry, I don’t really know how you want to do this. Do you want a separate room?”
Posted by Matt Morales on Mar 25, 2018 6:58:16 GMT -6
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The stapling was done and the bandages were on. Matt could feel them crinkle with his skin as he moved against the metal table. It really wasn’t comfortable at all, but he was fairly certain that he could sleep just about anywhere and in anything at that point. His body wanted to sleep off the injuries and pain and possibility of infection, and he just wouldn’t let it. Not yet.
He sat up, using his free hand to prop himself up. The other one was still holding Svetlana’s for the time being, and it just didn’t feel right to let go of it yet. Maybe he just wasn’t ready.
Juliette was busy peeling off her latex gloves and making sure that she didn’t have blood anywhere, but it looked like they were finished. After all that, it was just done. His mind screamed at the idea of a break.
If course, though, he couldn’t go home. It was, well, shot up and probably sectioned off as a crime scene by now. Walking back there would be walking right back into the lion’s den. He had no doubt in his mind that there would be something nasty if they tried, even if it was just some sort of penalty for leaving the scene too soon.
The sanctuary was safe for now. That much was clear. Not perfect, but safe. Matt nodded at Svetlana’s comment, though he wasn’t entirely sold. ”Are they going to take an adapted if this place is full of mutants?” It seemed like that might cause a problem or two.
Juliette had looked up at that with a frown. ”I can probably work out a room down the end of the hall. Or you could even sleep in here. Either way, you’re going to need to keep that I.V. in for a while and you’re not in any shape to travel. I’ll go speak with Lisa.” The brunette then turned and walked back up the stairs.
Matt nodded slowly. The bags under his eyes felt heavy. ”Fine, but you don’t play a hero,” he told Svetlana. ”We both need to be somewhere safe tonight.”
Fresh agents. Agents who just didn’t know what the f*** they were doing. Maybe they were hoping to get a leg up on promotions? Or maybe they wanted to look good for their bosses? Whatever it was, it meant that they had gotten off easily. Juliette had probably been right in saying that they were lucky that they had gotten off. He had been lucky to get off as lucky as he had.
Juliette was finally done with closing the entrance wound. Matt breathed a little easier, his hand wrapped solidly around Svetlana’s. He wasn’t outrightly thinking about the fact that he was holding her gloveless hand, but he was glad that she was there. The support felt good; to have someone there that would actually care whether or not he left in one piece.
The nurse was busy putting a bandage over the site of the wound, which certainly felt better than anything else that she had done. He felt a hand press into his side as she prompted him to turn over, and he did so, his arm bending so that he wouldn’t let go of Svetlana’s hand. He was exhausted from everything, but determined to make it through the experience without losing it completely. Loopy as he was, he was still unwilling to let himself go.
“You think we’ll be safe if we leave here?” he asked, continuing to bounce questions off of her both to keep his mind off of things and to figure out what to do. He was supposed to work the next day. His neighbours would have a fit if they didn’t see him after all the comotion. Hell, his building super was probably already having a field day. As much of a shut in as Matt could be, he still had a life to return to if he was able. There were people that expected him in certain places at certain times.
The exit wound was easier than the entrance, for whatever reason. Maybe the numbing had taken a better effect by that point, because the staples went in much faster than on the first side.
“Alright, that’s that.” The second bandage went on, and he was officially safe from bleeding out for the time being. “Take things easy, alright? No ripping those out in the next few hours. You’re going to have to go to a doctor at some point in the next few days to get prescriptions and to make sure that nothing’s gone wrong, alright?”
Matt nodded at her, rolling back onto his back. He could really use a nap.
Posted by Matt Morales on Mar 24, 2018 8:38:51 GMT -6
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The woman had switched from stitched to staples. Matt had only had the former done before, and all of a sudden, he wished that he could have kept on being able to say that. Staples were easier when the wound was bigger, but they also looked worse and hurt more. Thankfully, the gunshot wound was small enough that he would only need a few on each side.
Svetlana was still speaking to him, which was nice; it was keeping him awake and aware of something other than the pain that he was currently in. SUPER a government organization that came from the other side of the RIP. Another reason that the damn thing needed to be closed. Keep out things that wanted to keep kidnapping Svetlana.
“Those were the guys that got you before, then? They didn’t look very - erugh - professional,” he noted as Juliette put in the last staple on the side. That meant that she would be ready for the bandage soon. It also meant that he would have to turn around in a minute. He just wanted it to be finished. “Think they might’ve been rogue?”
Posted by Matt Morales on Mar 23, 2018 23:33:36 GMT -6
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“Yeah, you too, Zoe,” he replied. Could he say that it was honestly nice to meet her? He hadn’t quite decided. She had a bit of counterculture on the typical New York attitude, but other than that, all he really knew about her was that she needed some schooling on proper enchiladas. Still, it was polite to return the sentiment.
She claimed that she would be able to decipher his scrawl, which he wasn’t entirely convinced of, but he nodded with a bit of a smirk. Hopefully, it would get her somewhere. It was still better than regular pasta sauce, no matter how it turned out. Tradition would get her far in this case.
He watched her stick the receipt in her purse and he leaned back slightly, balancing on the cart with his elbow. “Yeah. You’ll have to let me know how it turns out. I’m more versed in the Guatemalan version of enchiladas, but the Mexican style can still be good. I just don’t make them as often.” It was less accessible, and it wasn’t his first choice. If given the two options, then he would choose the Guatemalan food every time. That was just him he knew, though. America was very much stuck in their version of TexMex. It was too bad, but every once and awhile, he would be presented with an opportunity like that one where he could right a wrong.
“Is there an occasion for these or something?” he asked casually, just trying to make conversation by that point. Maybe it was the fact that they were talking about cooking, but he actually wanted to talk. It was a little unlike him. Plus, people tended to make enchiladas in large batches, so it was often for a party or similar.
Posted by Matt Morales on Mar 23, 2018 23:00:31 GMT -6
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“I liked this shirt,” Matt complained quietly. This seemed like a big deal for some reason, despite the fact that it was already soaked in blood and had a gunshot wound in it. He just wasn’t thinking straight.
“I think you’re going to like not having a hole in your side more.”
The nurse looked flustered, but she was still able to be a hardass if she needed to be. Matt nodded and lay back, allowing her to work without intervention. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her stick a needle in near the wound. No argument from him. The pain was subdued by whatever it was that she shot him up with, too. That was nice.
It still didn’t stop the process of cleaning the wound out any easier. His face contorted as he tried not to make noise, feeling the alcohol as it nulled the likelihood of infection. He knew what she was doing, but that didn’t make it any better. He could hear the woman apologize as she handed him back the bloody rag to hold onto. He took it willingly, using it to grip tightly as each surge of pain wracked his body. Where was that bottle of vodka when he needed it?
“Okay, I’m ready to start stitching now. Are you good?”
“Yeah. Just go fast, please,” Matt said, his throat dry as he tried to get words out. This was worse than the gunshot itself. Juliette nodded and began to stitch. This, she looked confident with. Steady hands worked away, and Matt took short breaths in through his nose and out through his mouth. To distract himself from watching her work, Matt turned instead to Svetlana. “Who did you say those guys were, again?”
Posted by Matt Morales on Mar 23, 2018 16:21:22 GMT -6
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A place for mutants to go. That sounded… well, it sounded… oh man, he needed to take a nap or two. Matt simply nodded and then leaned his head back, staring at the ceiling as he waited for something to happen. At least they were somewhere safe now, though. Svetlana said that her organization was safe, which was likely as good as they would get.
It clearly wasn’t a hospital, though. All the equipment was a little bit dusty and didn’t look like it got used a whole lot. That was… not impressive, given his current situation, but he would take what he could get. Provided that they could actually get something. So far, no one had bothered to even enter the room, despite the fact that he was about 60% certain that the woman at the front desk had seen them. Though, he wouldn’t put it past himself to hallucinate that. It was getting harder to hold on.
“You know, you were pretty badass back there,” Matt said, turning to Svetlana in an attempt to make conversation. Conversation seemed like it might make things go a little easier. “I mean, I didn’t see a whole lot of it, but I’m pretty sure you took out half that squad. You would’ve gotten along really well in the army.”
Finally, a door opened at the other end of the room and a tanned woman with brown hair walked in, looking rather flustered. She was wearing a white coat, though, and she looked like she might know what she was doing. Finally, some help.
Posted by Matt Morales on Mar 23, 2018 15:50:43 GMT -6
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It was lucky that Sveta had gotten off without so much as a scratch. Matt was glad that if one of them had had to take fire, it was him, as much as it sucked. He did what Svetlana said and held the towel against his stomach as best he could. It turned out that trying to grasp things was still pretty difficult, but he managed it. It was manageable.
He sat up as Svetlana crossed the room and spoke into the communicator. The ‘leader’ of the ragtag crew was out cold, which was probably a good thing. He hadn’t hit an artery, but she was still losing blood from her leg wound. Hopefully an ambulance would get there to take her, even if it wasn’t taking him.
It was time to go. With the organization notified, they could leave. They would have to leave as quickly as they could. Matt stood up and staggered across the room, using the wall for support as he used the towel to stop his bleeding as he could. On the way out the door, he grabbed his jacket, which had his wallet and his keys in the pockets. It was still just hanging by the door as if nothing had even happened there that day.
The ride over to wherever it was they were was a bit of a blur. Svetlana had had to drive, seeing as Matt had only just barely made it to the car without passing out, and as soon as he sat down, his head was stuck resting against the door. He managed to keep his eyes open, but how much he was actually processing was a very different question.
They made it to some sort of building with large, golden doors (Matt figured he had probably imagined those) and they had gone down to the basement. That was about all that he could piece together, and then he was down in some sort of infirmary. That was good, most likely. He glanced over toward Svetlana, still trying to figure everything out. “What is this place, anyway?” he asked, his hand still pressed against his injury as he lay on some sort of table.
Posted by Matt Morales on Mar 23, 2018 14:01:03 GMT -6
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With a slightly pained expression, Matt did what Svetlana voted: he shut up and tried to focus on not bleeding. Sometimes making jokes made the situation feel easier. It made it feel like make he wasn’t bleeding or having muscle spasm. His body wasn’t reacting well to the pain for the time being, either. His abdomen contracted with each slightly raspy breath that he took, which put extra strain on the gunshot. He could feel the hole in him already. It felt… strange. Sometimes he forgot what it was like to be shot. He’d only done it once before. Definitely not the ideal repeat scenario.
The situation that they were in was going to be difficult to explain. They had just been in a giant fight with a bunch of government agents, and while they were dressed as civilians, it would probably look strange that there was that much blood on their hands and that they had managed to take them all out. Matt was still surprised at that himself.
Svetlana suggested that they take them back across the other side and let their police deal with it, which was fair. Matt just hoped that he wasn't going to lose his job or his apartment at this point. Or his gallbladder. He was never amazing at anatomy.
The police officers stopped to converse with themselves for a moment. “The ambulance isn’t here yet. Just… stay there. We’re going to go down to talk with the officer in charge.”
Seriously, was everyone here just really off today? That was also a terrible plan. Matt turned to Svetlana, trying to keep himself conscious and aware of what was happening. “I think I could probably walk,” he said quietly. “We might be safer somewhere other than a hospital.” There was a chance that the police wouldn’t believe them or that someone could come back. It wasn’t a great plan either way, considering the fact that they knew where he lived and worked, but it might buy them time. Hopefully she would know somewhere where someone was trained medically.
Matt didn’t feel like fighting anymore. Actually, he felt like lying down for the next forever and calling it a day. Nay, calling it a year. He was so completely done.
Thankfully, the female agent was down for the count and the two others were absolutely useless. They didn’t even stop him as he moved to sit down on the couch in the corner. They just stood there, staring at each other, their weapons on the floor. He probably should have gone to make sure that Svetlana was alright, but he was too tired. Plus, his aura was disrupt her whole thing. He’d probably only make it worse and the little burst of adrenaline that had kept him going up until that point had all but worn off.
God, he could go for a beer.
He leaned back slightly and put his arm on his forehead as he drowned out the noise. It wasn’t difficult, really. His head was absolutely swimming. He lost consciousness for a brief second, and the next time he opened his eyes, Svetlana was in the room and the two guys had been knocked out. It served them right. Down the hallway, he could hear the police rapidly approaching. He just hoped that they would get the right idea about what was going on and that he wouldn’t have to spend the night in jail. They always went for the latino guy if there wasn’t a black guy around.
Hopefully there would be some sort of insurance claim, too. He was bleeding on his couch.
"What happened?"
“Oh, you know,” Matt replied breezily, his voice hoarse from being electrocuted and the blood loss. “I’m really into the whole penetration thing…” His joke was quickly punctuated by a cough that made his injury bleed just a little harder. “I vote that we don’t make this into a drinking game.”
The police quickly joined them in the room, fully dressed in S.W.A.T. gear as they looked around. Apparently, whatever tip they had received had told them how bad the situation actually was. It was just too bad that they had gotten there so late. “Which one of you owns this apartment?” a cop said, standing up from his attack position.
“That’d be this poor f*** here,” Matt said, pointing to himself with his pointer finger.
