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.
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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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
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Red glanced down at the bounty of goodies from the ridiculously small (at the moment) asian man and the even smaller bag and grabbed it with two fingers and shrugged. His momma always taught him never to turn down free food.. or something. It seemed like something his mother would say and he was a food disposal unit. not much escaped his clutches.
At least this teacher was doing alright even by circumspect means. Even though they just met he didn't figure the guy wanted to get into a deep philosophical discussion about disparity of income between important professions and busied himself with munching on some of his jerky while he waited for the main to get his pills of disparaging economic worth.
The big man chuckled at the in joke. "As long as everyone passes the standardized testing and keeps the 'dangerous mutant children' off the streets they don't look too closely eh?" An embittered tone to his voice before sighing and munching some more. Looking about and seeing as he didn't have anywhere in particular to be looked at his new friend.
"Where ya headed? Been an interesting conversation and would hate to end it so abruptly." Grinning his pearly perfect whites at Shin before shrugging as he was brutally honest.
"Think I would rather teach at this point. The school of hard knocks has taught me alot and if I could keep others from enduring the same trials it would be worth it I think." The light tone damping just a bit before he shrugged again.
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Erik wasn't entirely sure what his reaction was supposed to be to meeting a curious mass murderer. One that seemed to be having an inordinate amount of fun despite his own seriousness. "A bit disappointed I admit to see if I could handle it, but also trying to figure you out." He admitted honestly enough. He seemed to earn some strange sort of respect from her though. That was something. Running wasn;t the least bit dishonorable or impinging on some moral code in the least except if it accomplished nothing and he did so without learning anything. Confirming the Syndicate really existed should have really been enough, but this was all the most excitement he had for some time and he intended to ride it out.
"I never said anything about child assassins. Just that it is a good way to see if someone has the temperament and mindset for it." Eesh this chick had some wild ideas. "Sorry I don't take requests. You would be too much of a pain in the ass to try and kill when your awake, sorry." Taking a deep breath he let it out slow and relaxed his guard. His hands into his jacket pockets and he flopped backwards to the floor.
"Don't consider myself anything other then bored... survivor is probably the most accurate term. Done a bit everything really." Staring up at the ceiling apparently totally relaxed. Which would be pretty ridiculous for most people when confronted with a mass killer.
A dry chuckle escaped his lips. "What can I say I have a soft spot for beautiful people." No trace of sarcasm present. "So any other questions you have for me? This is only the second weirdest interview I have ever had. I can see why normal people hate them." He tried his own joke in return.
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Let it be said Erik never once said he had the worst past. He knew it could have been worse, much worse. This lady.. he wasn't entirely convinced you could get much worse without being dead. She even had the good sense to agree she was an idiot. Points for her. Though this certainly wasn't boding well for their new friendship. Erik never seemed to mesh 100% with other military types even if he had some training in that regard now.
He very carefully hid a pleased smile behind hi s concrete neutral mask. He was exceptionally pleased with himself. Spend enough days fishing and you eventually catch yourself a big fish. Last he checked he could probably get a decent reward for informing on one of FBI's most wanted list. That would however be boring and anticlimactic. Mundane threats were.. usually reacted to, but not feared. The thrill of playing a larger games was really the only thing aside from his romantic life that gave him much of a thrill. Tinkering, building, and helping other people was fulfilling in a different way.
Before he could consider a response she stepped forward. Oh? OH?! Was she really going to try and kill him? That would be even more interesting! His eyebrow slanted as he imagined what her reaction would be to what would amount to a wasted effort. Steeling himself internally for the pain of being cut apart and fusing back together only to have nothing happen. A soft "Hm." Escaping him. Mixed in reaction, an odd blend of disappointment and curiosity. He doubted he would get another freebie, but talked plainly anyway.
"Your one of those weirdos that keeps count?" Mostly buying himself time to consider what she said. The Syndicate.. mostly boogeyman rumors, but enough of them that to anyone street smart would know that amount of rumor amounted to 'something' even if it was overblown. This did not seem to be the case. So he considered her words and shrugged.
"I can't promise either of those things unfortunately. I don't know you well enough to make a promise of that caliber and I have no ties in particular to your organization to speak of. Even if that wasn't the case I answer to a higher code. Namely I will do whatever I think is best for the mutant community at large. If you don't like that we best get on with the killing one another part." It might sound particularly lofty or arrogant from someone else. With Erik it was stated as a simple deadpanned fact. The driving force on which he lived his life.
With that said he took a carefully measure step back and finally slid his hands out of his jacket pockets smoothly, ready to defend himself. "So what is it going to be Aura? You going to try and kill me? In which case I will just run away and one day you will fall asleep and never wake up. Or we can be.. civilized." His mask cracked into a smile that was far more predatory then kindly.
Posted by Erik Volkov on Jun 13, 2020 22:47:33 GMT -6
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There was.. quite a bit to unpack there. Paranoia was justified yet again. Mentally giving himself a thumbs up for his continued vigilance as he listened quietly to what she had to say. Spending most of his life as far from any sort of spotlight, but close enough to smell crap served him well. You learned how to know who was in the whose who and who to keep clear of when your survival depended on it. Now it served him to inform him of motives of his employer.. the opens she didn't say. Though he had a feeling she was being uncannily honest. What a refreshing change of pace. Erik rarely lied and it was never for himself. Saying a bold faced truth no one believed was far far more fun.
He gave a little shrug at the mention of underground fighting rings. "When I first came to the States I was homeless and often paid for things with blood sport money. Betting on yourself when you know you won't lose is pretty lucrative." Mentioning it mostly because it wouldn't hurt his credentials any. Still the rest of what she had to say.. this was going to be an interesting night.
He was quiet for a long moment as he considered how to say what he wanted to say or even if he should. After a long moment he looked around slowly at the room before pulling something out of his pocket slowly and showing her it wasn't dangerous before turning it on. A dull background noise of static would hit anyone listening in, cause paranoia. "Bit of a kit-bash I made myself. Federal offense to screw with certain bands of radio waves, but unless someone has one of those window telerecievers we should be good. So!"
He looked at her flatly. "Assuming this isn't an elaborate set up of some kind, what is it you really want and who are you working for? I'll tell you. If I wasn't also a mutant, assuming you really are one yourself, I do believe in safeguarding mutants. You can check on it yourself. I volunteer at Sanctuary and help mutants in various ways." Not that he did anything outright murder-y for anyone but himself. Lots of odd jobs and donating stuff to the public eye though he did employ a few people on the way down low or helped others get identities.
"You really want someone to teach mutant kids and yourself how to defend yourself. I can do that. If you want someone who can teach people how to kill with their bare hands I can manage that as well. So if your establishing some elite squad of mutant assassins I want to know so I can teach them right.. and get paid accordingly of course." His face was an all too practiced flat and devoid of any emotion. "On that point however I must say.. killing humans wantonly serves no purpose save against us. Public awareness and news coverage of mutant catastrophe's only makes it easier for this countries congress to skim more money off taxpayers into projects like SUPER and who knows what else. A true victory will only come of a shadow war if there is such a thing. A very carefully planned and coordinated shadow war. Anyone who lets a camera hit them for anything besides good PR or lets the cops know they even exist is an idiot and a fool. "
True he was trying to get a rise out of her. Make her angry. Push her a bit to see which way she would break. If you got a person angry you could see what they really stood for and cut through all the bullshit faster then a hot knife through butter. Erik was confident he could survive the consequences.
He glanced at the door and let amused surprise cross his face as not a soul busted in. That scratched off any local law enforcement agencies and a few three letter ones. Curiouser and curioser.
Posted by Erik Volkov on Jun 13, 2020 21:19:04 GMT -6
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Hey you freeze? Man it was like someone only had watched people get stopped in movies or something. Telling someone to stop was a sure fire way to get them running. Which is exactly what Erik did.. after flashing a glance and a shrug to the rival thief. The fact that two people wanted a recipe from an otherwise terrible burger place was actually sort of funny in a 'only happens once in a lifetime' sort of way. Expensive well, anythings, would be more appropriate. Still there was some things you still couldn't put a price on and the perfect burger was one of them.
As he ran he caught a frisbee with a little jump and with a rather graceful (if he had to say so) spin the chucked the frisbee at Zek's legs before he continued on his merry sprinting way. He just had to last until the guy got tired after all. Well that was the plan anyway until a sudden thunderous rolling caught him from a blind spot and sent him crashing into a tree. Well that was a broken arm, he remarked absently as he looked to see what truck just hit him.
He was shocked to see a food spattered much larger and rounder Herman standing with his awful looks and laughing like the cartoon villain he clearly got his hair and facial cut from. It appeared Herman was some awful and awkward boulder rolling type of mutant. With a sudden flicker of thought he looked and sure enough his shirt had traces of food gore on it. He swore under his breath a leveled a glower at the man who was doing the evil mutant monologue thing he was entirely tuning out. Erik picked up a nearby rock and chucked it at the man's head mid sentence.
"Let's do this fat man."
"I am not fat!" He tucked his head between his legs and spun suddenly towards Erik whom promptly dashed out of the way to leave the tree to its destroyed fate.
Posted by Erik Volkov on Jun 13, 2020 20:10:40 GMT -6
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Well that certainly complicated things quite a bit. Exploiting some sort of connection between motorcycle head and pissed cat lady would have made the whole situation so much simpler. Especially if the presumably homeless lady hadn't just had her cat stolen and possibly sold in some form or another. Erik sighed, pondering the virtues of escape vs his own decidedly sparse but concrete morals. With a smooth gesture he kicked up a chair and sat down near her as the vase went sailing through the air to keep her from destroying a table.. he hoped.
"Miss! Hey yoohoo! Can we try to sit down like reasonable semi-adults and talk this through? I realise your upset. I would be too, but this is not helping the situation and will only land you and not the derving party in jail." Yes Erik try to appeal to people better nature. A skill in which you have zero experience. He berated himself as the talk didn't seem to have much effect. This woman was full on distraught mode and needed some restraining.
"He motorhead think you cou-" His fault really, he looked away from a potentially deadly person end ended up with a furry fist right into the soft spot of his noodle. The uneven chair and unexpectedly strong blow sent his head into the table with a bone crunching sound and he fell to the floor a messy assemblage of limp limbs and a a slightly bleeding head at a very unnatural angle. Finally the woman seemed to pause at her own possible homicide.. until Erik stood up with his head bent at an angle and it sort of just popped itself back into place.
The properties hiding behind her husband fainted and Erik suppressed a chuckle of amusement as he did a neck roll to check himself. "That hurt.. and felt weird. Please don't do that again."
Posted by Erik Volkov on Jun 5, 2020 21:49:09 GMT -6
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Such was his life that he was more nervous about actually having to talk to anyone then he would have been with say, a potential ambush situation. The building kind of reminded him of places he would rather not with the smells and atmosphere. Still it was time to face the music and talk to an attractive woman in a leotard and leather gloves. Not that he was remotely interested and for the most part blind to the charm of either sex when it was directed at himself he gave her a professional appraising look over. If it was all some elaborate ruse they had cast her perfectly. He let his paranoia go unchecked in situations like these for good reason. Better to look foolish once then end up washing someone else's blood and guts out of your laundry.
Right talking. He gave her a respectful nod and a polite smile as he was currently unsure of what, if any, protocol this particular 'dojo' would have. "Nice to meet you in person Kimberly, I recognise the voice easily enough I believe I forgot to get your name first." Offering her a wry smile that was slightly more genuine. He hadn't actually expected to get any sort of job remotely like this so had been a bit excited to meet in person and get a feel for things. It also allowed prospective employers to turn him down for looking younger than any teacher had a right to be.
"Doing pretty good. A bit nervous since I wasn't sure what to expect. Your place basically just had a name and number and that is it. You never know when your going to run into trouble these days. Figured I could be walking into an elaborate blood fighting abduction ring." Giving a bit of a shrug as it wouldn't be the craziest thing he had heard of. "How are you doing? Can't be easy looking for an instructor. What exactly were you looking for?"
Posted by Erik Volkov on Jun 4, 2020 21:22:39 GMT -6
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At the little display of immaturity he realized he was perhaps a.. not bad influence necessarily, but a different sort of influence then what she was used to. Not that most people ever really grew out of poop jokes. Poor sweet summer child they were sheltered. He supposed he was just used to kids at Sanctuary that had 'seen' things they shouldn't or even did some of them. He felt sorry for the former and connected entirely too well with the latter.
He hmmed and thought over what she said. The age old conundrum of how best to level practical expectations vs harsh realities. In this case it was pretty easy.
"I don't see any reason why you couldn't be that person some day. It does mean learning things that you don't think are important or even.. fit your idea of what you want to be at the time only to find out it is useful later. Nobody likes working for a boss that is a dummy." Smiling with his almost too white teeth. "Being a baker is a fine profession. Their are whole shops that sell nothing but sweets and stuff. You could do something like that? We could even go check it out now if you like? I will protect you so you don't have anything to worry about at all! I will even let you ride on my shoulder so you will be able to see over everyone else."
Nodding sympathetically as he let a bit of his happy energy drain away. "Growing up is hard. My mom used to have to hide me from the bad people all the time until I got strong enough to protect myself. If you ever want to go anywhere and don't feel comfortable asking any of the people here let me know. Uncle Red will keep you safe! You do know how to use a phone right?" Not everyone did.
Posted by Erik Volkov on Jun 4, 2020 21:06:21 GMT -6
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Well this was akward. Like secret amatuer pornstar level of akward when someone realises who you are, gushes, then asks for your autograph. Ok that was probably a bit of an exageration, but still Erik thought it certainly approached that level of akward for him. Getting caught redhanded was rather taboo. At least the guy just wanted to loot the place. Erik wasn't about to ask questions, the less said the better.
"Sure, I am all done here, have a nice day." It was spectacularly calm and collect for a free diving, truck looting person. Shrugging and grabbing a tray to use as a shield before sprinting to get as far as possible away from the food fight as possible. Once clear he just resumed a normal walk like any person currenntly inhabiting the park would have, with the occasional glance towards all the commotion. Blending in thankfully well once he ditched the tray in some bushes thanks to his clean attire.
Posted by Erik Volkov on Jun 3, 2020 23:22:46 GMT -6
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There was something to be said for staying fit AND having an exceptionally supportive girlfriend. His time with her was wholesome and good for the soul. Never lacking in, well, anything really. Still it felt a shame to let his hard earned skills slip in anyway. So he had set about trying to find a place to stay fit and maintain his 'edge' so to speak. Sadly of the places he had looked into the ones that looked like they were good were too inflexible for his desires and the ones that were flexible didn't seem any good to his trained eyes. That propelled him up a step to using his mother's wisdom of 'if your good at something get paid for it.'
That line of thought was how he ended up at a place called Alaira's Fist. The name hadn't come up in any of his initial internet searches so he deduced it had some meaning to the owner assuming her name wasn't also Alaira. Not that he felt masterful enough to be qualified to teach anyone what he knew of his combined martial arts that probably had some name somewhere. His own martial arts was a personal journey of sorts and he felt he could take that mentality to create something personal for each student suitable for what they needed more than what they were looking for.
It was a bit of a pain to get too the first time and a bit out of the way. A fitting temple to fighting in the otherwise urban sprawl of the city. He had called ahead and the building was unlocked so he went on inside. It looked cleaned but had that unused smell that anyone who had been in their fair share of strange of random buildings just instinctively knew. Really he should have bothered to get the owners name, but as ever he was a bit distracted by some thought or another that so frequently coalesced in his mind.
So he just took a few steps in with his usual white t-shirt and blue jean ensemble that made him look as young as he wasn't as he stuffed his hands in his jacket with a quiet confidence and limitless ability to wait. A single sound rang out in stillness as he spoke. "Hello?" Perking an eyebrow and looking around with a critical eye.
Posted by Erik Volkov on Jun 2, 2020 13:35:21 GMT -6
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If being a foreigner had taught him anything it was that English had a word for damned near everything. What did you call a group of food fighters? Well he didn't know it, but to him it would be messy. Also a bit a bit depressing in a caloric lamentable way. So much wasted food. He would have to make up for it somewhere else though. At the moment everyone nearby seemed suddenly affected by the urge to turn the surroundings and everyone therein into a work of modern art. Modern art sucked. Particularly when one was an all too juicy canvas in which people to get all crazy.
Solutions meet problems. His target was the epicentre of the food tsunami, foodnami? Nothing was handy to protect his stark white shirt from ending up hanging in the MET so he fell back on his favorite sort of tactics, Speed and ferocity. Launching himself towards the food truck like an angry olympic customer and keeping a sharp eye out for any potential projectiles heading his way. A duck here and a weave there and a couple of false starts and another problem presented itself. The door would take too long to open. Jump through the window, catch self, hunkerdown and get surroundings.
So far so good! Only a bit of mustard on his shirt that a bucket of bleach could fix. Then with his copious amounts of experience stealing the mostly retired thief started dismantling the place efficiently looking for cookbook. Those pots and pans in the way? Out the window, expired ingredients? Window. Actually there was a disturbing number of those. His ears perked at the sound of an angry cartoon villain. Technically he was doing the public a service by Erik reckoning. Ah there! It was out of place amongst the other books simply because it was still marginally clean. Speedy fingers found the sauce recipe and scanned it over real fast just to make sure before he ripped it out of the book and tossed it into the pile with everything else through the window after stashing the recipe nice and neat in his pocket.
Kicking the door open from the inside and breaking it almost completely was honestly just icing on the the justice cake on behalf of the health department. Only thing left to do was escape!
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The 'just taking a walk in the park' stroll was working pretty good, for awhile at least. Something had happened as the entire general air nearby changed drastically. It curved sharply from people just enjoying a nice day out to people out for blood. Well a growing number of them anyway. All started with the screeching chorus of distraught and angry (out of tune) voices from around the area then food raining down on the truck and its nearby patrons.
Erik wasn't one to watch much tv himself but food fights were the sort of stuff that happened on TV which means someone was doing something sneaky. At the moment his biggest concern was the growing number of people engaging in the growing food toss melee. Which sadly given his attachment to his white cotton t-shirt (It was the last surviving member out of the package he bought) meant lots of dodging near misses and food thrown in his direction. Slowing his advancment considerably. Which was a real shame since all the hubbub meant Cartoon villian Herman was spending as much time outside his food truck as in giving him increasing opportunities to get inside.
It was just going to be a real pain to get there relatively clean! Dodging behind a completely innocent woman as she took a now unrecognizable smear of food on her generous chest. He darted away before the fury and ire could be turnned on him as her own food was quickly turned into messy projectiles. He felt extremely bad for whomever was going to be responsible for cleaning this mess up once it was all said and done.
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What... what in the F&$% was he eating. Erik rarely swore, but this was a swear worthy occasion. Heck he wasn't even much of a critic when it came to food or much less arguably care when it came to cheap food. Especially from someone that needed to eat twice as much as a normal person to get out of bed 'metaphorically speaking' feeling chipper and ready to go.
But even as far as cheep food went he was pretty sure he could taste the acrid tang of much too old meat in the burger. No small wonder everything was half the price of anything else in the food truck parade around the park. The only thing tasty bit of the whole burger was the sauce. The sauce seemed like you could put it on something less nausea inducing and it would actually turn out good.
Now he wasn't one to judge by appearances, but the man looked like he couldn't even cut it as a used car salesman which should have been a red flag to his trained thieving eye. With a sigh at the wasted money he stood and dumped the single bite taken hamburger into the garbage. The sauce was the key.. and vaguely familiar. With a snap of his fingers he recognized it from a different truck.
A plan! If he stole the stolen recipe it wasn't really.. uh stealing was it? Thus keeping his unspoken promise to his girlfriend to stay out of trouble. She might be able to work wonders with the artery plugging mess of whatever it was made of. Him? Unless it was roasting over an open flame he couldn't hack it with how much is thoughts strayed.
The cartoon villain was busy serving orders.. a perfect time to sneak in and nick some cookbooks. As he moved to walk casually around it like he belonged there. A move that worked 90% of the time.
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The big guy gave an upnod to the two guys hanging out in front of the store and managed to wriggle himself inside by hunching and the grace the place had one of those double door entries. Still he only went in just far enough to stand in the fairly open entryway while Shin did his thing. He wasn't about to embarrass himself by knocking all the stores shelves over with his bulk.
"Could you grab me two of those big bags of beef jerky? Ill pay just.." He indicated the width of the aisles versus his own width to much the amusement of the proprietor who was just as thankful for the discretion.
"I imagine teaching is more interesting then one would first assume and with all important jobs the pay is crap eh?" Smiling and shrugging and handing the man cash as he extracted himself from the aisles.
"Not sure I qualify for teaching credentials or even as a student." Rumbling out a chuckle. "Aside from occasionally helping people I tend to keep to myself. Even before I stuck out like a huge red thumb that is. You sure you don't want to grab some Asprin, just in case?"
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Worth it.
It had been a bit of a pain to pull it all together on minimal notice. Even if it was a good flex of his skills to Get Things Done in a short time frame. The look of pleased suprise on her face was completely worth it. Not to mention just seeing her again put a little something special into his day and made him feel... complete.
He gave a happy little sigh at her embrace and returned it with all the warm tenderness he could muster. "I do try. And let's just say I have my ways?" Ways involving copious amounts of carrot and sticking the feline woman. To the wonderful green greek wrapped up in his arms he gave a squeeze at the words the made his heart flow to burst.
"I love you too, mechta." Holding her longer then was probably 'kosher' but he didnt give a damn before loosening his arms. "Figured you would be hungry and I didn't see you take anything with you. Pretty sure I overheard you saying something to Carol on the phone about how you weren't looking forward to the cafeteria food." Not to eavesdrop, but he had good hearing, even from the other side of her apartment.
"It should be plenty, I hope." Gesturing briefly with a hand that she should eat if she had the chance.