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.
Juniper froze mid-step in her swift exit from his abode. Of course he was gonna bring up the incident. Of course he was going to guilt trip her terribly by mentioning how he was worried, and yet still being thoughtful enough to let her work through things on her own.
She twisted back to frown at him, torn on what she wanted to do. She took it out on her baggy Gucci sweater by wringing the hem in her hands. "Thanks." Was her solemn reply. She didn't know what else to say.
Biting back a groan at herself for caving, she found her traitorous feet shuffling her back over where she could see his work again. "I guess I can take a peek."
She seriously doubted she could help. He might have been a bit naive in some ways, but she knew enough about him to see that he was crazy smart in others.
Doubt and a healthy dose of personal shame crept in as her eyes landed on the problems.
... Jesuseffingchrist. Where was she even supposed to start? She didn't know what half of those symbols were supposed to be, nor how the numbers factored in. Why were there parenthesis and what did they have to do with anything?? The expression on her face shifted quickly from her usual deadpan, to something pinched and uncomfortable.
Well, better just rip the band-aid off and get it over.
"Yeah, I hate to burst your bubble but I don't have any clue what any of that is." Her cheeks burned a little with the admission. She hated letting on that she was lame in any capacity.
"I was home schooled. I never learned any of... that. You should probably find someone else to ask."
Could she escape now? There was a half empty bottle of schnapps calling her name, promising to make all her feelings go away again.
She was behind and off to the side of him, peering around one of his massive shoulders. She'd snuck in with only a slight intention to try and spook him, since she could make herself walk so quietly. It had been a few days since the last time she had seen or spoken to him. She'd mostly kept herself bundled up in her apartment, compartmentalizing and burying things she didn't want to think about.
She hadn't left until she ran out of cat food. And now, she was here.
She spied scribbles on a page. Lines and squiggles and numbers all jumbled together in some way that apparently made sense to smarter people. She hadn't ever had to learn anything above very basic multiplication since her mother had been in charge of her education, and hadn't figured her daughter would need any advanced mathematics. She wasn't expected to become some fancy scientist, or architect or anything, after all. Never had to learn proper geography, history, science, or anything else for that matter. She picked up what she now knew along the way while floundering through life.
But Math was certainly one of the many areas her education was seriously lacking.
"Ew, math. See ya." She promptly tried to turn on her heel and leave again.
She blinked at him, and then turned to scrutinize her own apartment. What did he mean 'not much for decorating'? He had a punching bag suspended from the ceiling in his living room!
"Nah, almost everything is here. I'm a minimalist." She rinsed the tin lid from the can off and chucked it in the recycling bin. "My parents didn't really believe in material stuff and it stuck, so I don't really buy a lot of things." She paused a moment. "Aside from clothes, but that was because I didn't wanna wear all my old country stuff in a big city. Gotta blend in, right?"
She'd have to make sure her guitar was still in her room. That old thing was one of her few treasures purely from how long it had survived.
Once Clyde announced himself, they made their way over to his door and out came her giant, dumb cat.
"You are the worst." She deadpanned, holding the food can out of reach of a suddenly very energetic feline.
Juniper turned her attention back to Xavier while Clyde tried and failed to claw her leg to ribbons. He had been unfortunately declawed by his previous owners.
"Sorry he got into your place. You might wanna check for cat floof on your bedding and stuff. He sheds like crazy."
"MOW! MOW!"
"And thanks for helping me track him down. He might be old and fat and-"
"MOOOOOW~" He was pawing at Xavier's leg now.
"-annoying, but he's my best friend. So.. i'm glad to have him home."
Stooping, she hefted the big cat up in one arm, while he scrambled and flailed to try and get closer to the open can of cat food.
"Clyde, if you don't cease your flailing I will have them remove what is left of your balls. For reals."
She departed a moment later after getting the cat to unwillingly wave goodbye, nudging her door back open with a knee and kicking it shut behind.
"I didn't have a choice in the matter of the first, I definitely have a choice in the matter of a second. I don't like people in my space."
After a few moments of scrutinizing him silently and mulling over her options, which only partly included a flat out 'no' and just keeping the damn thing for a bit, she relented. Rolling her shoulders back, his phone popped out the bottom of her shirt and into a waiting palm. She tossed it to him and shrugged.
"I dunno. I can always put up signs or something." Though that was a little daunting in a city this big.
"Maybe I should just get another cat?" God, she wouldn't survive another cat after this one. "...Nah."
So, what next then. Really what next.
"If the treats aren't working maybe a can of wet food will. That fatass can probably hear one of those from a few miles away."
She turned on a heel and started for the stairs again.
Eventually she was back at her door, and this time she had locked it for sure. She set about unlocking it, stepped inside ans tossed her keys onto the outdated vinyl counter that separated her entry way from her small kitchen. The apartments in this complex were well... er... loved, and had once been condos before current management had moved on in. Her place was a pretty faded blue, and unlike her neighbor she has left her walls up. The space probably felt small for him, but for her it was just right.
She had minimal, bring furniture in comparison to her apparent taste in clothing. It was clear that if she had guests they weren't expected to stay long, or even be very comfortable for the duration of their visit. Heck, it might not have even looked like she spent a whole lot of time in the place.
There were no pictures on the walls, or on the few shelves and small tables. No books. Nothing really that could point to what her particular interests were.
The drawers in her kitchen were open from whoever had let themselves in, and the only thing she had noticed missing was her small laptop. It was whatever though, it had been a cheap model and she could always buy another one.
As she passed by a little round rice filled hacksac on the floor, she scooped it with a foot and bounced it across the room back in the direction it belonged. She also shut the drawer of her desk, which was positioned over by her window and the fire escape. Had she left that window open? She shut it.
Heading back over to the small kitchen, she fished out a can of cat food Clyde favored quite a bit and popped it open. It reeked of tuna. Perfect.
"Well, now we play the waiting ga--"
"MEROW"
Juniper blinked. That had worked surprisingly well, and he sounded close?
"MEEEROOOOW"
There it was again! It sound like....
Like it was coming from the other side of the wall, over in Xavier's place.
She shot him a bewildered look and shrugged slightly.
"Probably? I don't know. Maybe I forgot to lock the door or something." She shrugged, pausing by a box labeled 'FREE' to poke at it with the toe of her shoe, should her cat be hiding among the clothes.
She whirled on him, pointing a finger accusingly. "You swore!" That was the first time anything even remotely not-perfect had popped out of his mouth in her presence.
And then the second thing he said hit her and she lunged for his phone a second later.
Juniper snatched the old flip phone right out of his hand by phasing it as she danced past, stopping a bit away to flip it closed again.
"Oooh, no. No police. I don't wanna make this a big thing and have a bunch of people scouring my place." Was she sweating just a little? Maybe.
"Besides, I don't think anything was taken i'd care about. Clyde is probably just whoring around for food. No biggie, really!"
She wasn't gonna give him his phone back. She eyed him, and then it for a second, before squinting.
Yup. It went straight down her shirt. Safe and sound. "No coppers."
He was turned away and missed the side eye she shot him. It was a bad habit, yes, but also one she occasionally partook in if the mood struck her. The apartments were smoke free though, so she was't often caught doing it.
Course all of the other things she dabbled in occasionally could also be considered bad habits. She rubbed the back of her neck while glancing off innocently in a different direction.
She stopped when he started talking about his dog, and also his mom. Ah, @#$%. Losing a parent probably sucked. She could empathize with it on certain levels, even if she hated her life givers most of the time. Occasionally a fond memory would surface from when she had been really young and naive.
Juniper, for lack of better words, sucked entirely at cheering people up. She knew how to cheer herself up and it usually involved a bottle or some pills. Other people though? Yeeesh.
Instead of offering any words of encouragement or a lackluster, awkward apology, she just reached out to lightly give his forearm a squeeze, and offered a neutral smile. She was literally the last person on earth to who was gonna try and get anyone talking about personal demons. Absolutely the last.
She moved on quickly, heading off down the hall shaking that stupid bag of treats still.
"I dunno. Sometime in the last like, five hours? I went out for groceries and someone broke in, I think. Left the door open so i'm pretty sure that's when he got out."
She paused a moment after the words left her lips.
Would someone also steal her overweight, one eyed cat?
...Was anyone weird enough to do that? Probably.
She didn't seem the least bit concerned that her apartment had been broken into.
"He doesn't really hide, per-say." He was too old and lazy. Heck, she hardly got him to play with toys these days. "He usually just wanders around looking for some poor sap to feed him. That's how I ended up with him."
Stupid cat had to be all adorable and look just about as broken as she felt. Now she was stuck with his fat fluffy butt for as long as she could keep him alive. He'd better not have gotten himself run over!
"A good climber?" She laughed outright, pausing to peer through the dusty foliage of a very fake shrub. "Have you seen him? He couldn't climb anything to save his life. The dumb cat practically lives on the floor." She resumed shaking her bag of treats.
"I had to save him from the counter when he manged to get stuck on it. He was too fat to jump back down."
Really, truly, she was trying to get his weight down. Short of buying him a kitty treadmill and putting him on a strict diet... which would probably lead to him starving himself.
"He does really like sleeping under blankets if he can get to them, and in clothes drawers."
They'd reached the end of the hall where the stairs were. She stared at the door leading to them with trepidation. Some lazy ass had propped it open with a rock.
"You ever had a pet?" She started toward the stairs with a dramatic sigh, betraying how she felt about the situation. It was going to be a long night, wasn't it?
She had a nickname now. That was a... first? She tried to recall if anyone had ever given her one before. Nope! Not that she could remember at least. Her tween years had been a little too wild and there were definitely some blocks missing here or there.
"I like it." She really, really did.
Here she was, feeling pretty good about herself for the first time in a while and he had to go and try to ruin it with a hero name. And a bad one to boot! Her expression deadpanned and she aimed it directly at him. "Don't listen to a word out of his mouth, I think he's hit his head one too many times. I am definitely just a regular person here-- Xavier what are you doing stop it." Her voice dropped in volume toward the end as she hissed at him when he leaned in. She was no hero; far from it.
She blinked at him, perplexed. When he nudged her she fully flopped over with an unattractive squawk. The kid she had been trying to comfort started to laugh, with a smile that lit up his face.
"You two are funny!"
Juniper decided it was best to keep her mouth shut and let him believe whatever he wanted if it made him feel better. She blushed furiously though as she got back up to her feet.
Anyone can be a hero, huh?
She watched silently as the real hero in the room rounded them all up and ushered them like a shepherd with a pack of lost sheep. She lingered behind and off to the side, listening as he rang up the cops. It was the proper thing to do; by the books to a degree she had come to expect from him.
She waited for a good moment to step backwards through a wall on the bottom floor, and made a break for it in the opposite direction. If there was one thing she didn't need it was local police knowing her face and name, or the papers for that matter.
She wandered the city for a bit to think on it, before eventually making her way home. She had promised herself a melt down, after all, and there was at least one bottle of rum there with her name on it.
Someone called out above the noise and caught her attention. Some kid heading her way. She briefly considered tossing it to her, before remembering it was a phone and not a baseball, and most people didn't enjoy scrambling to catch their expensive electronics. Boring, but whatever. Not many people had as disposable of an income as her, either.
She was about to shout back for the kid to calm the heck down, when she noticed the runt about to get flattened by two people much larger than her. Without really thinking, she launched into some semblance of action. A less then elegant leap from her seat, mostly phased in order to just cut right through smashing bodies. Juniper landed roughly on unstable feet, but was able to reach out and grab for one of the girl's shoulders, adding her to the pile of things she had already turned intangible. The two adults who had been careening toward them crashed into each other in a flail of limbs, suddenly realized they were effectively standing inside a small child and a woman, and bounced the heck out of there relatively quickly.
"You okay, kid?" As soon as the coast was clear Juniper dropped her hand from the girls shoulder, and held out the phone for her to take, still in her yoinked mitt.
It was much harder trying to keep her attention both on protecting herself, as well as potentially having to protect the kid. It her eyes didn't deceive her though it looked like an adult was scrambling to catch up to the little scamp. Presumably the uncle?
"You should be more careful around fights like this," She started, eyes drifting off the side as a brawling woman unknowingly edged a bit closer while in a slap heavy fight with another woman. "You gotta know right where to aim to knock an adult off their feet when they're running at you like that." She winked, phasing herself from her shoulder up as the slappy woman drew near.
Or she tired, at least.
In the middle of winking an elbow smacked solidly into her cheek and eyeball with enough force that it comically rocked her head back. She saw stars and stripes for a moment. It was very fitting for a baseball game.
"WHATTHEF--" No swearing in front of kids, Juniper. "--...Fragglerock."
Why!? Why was there pain? Why was her eye watering? She still had an eyeball, right?!?! Why hadn't her power worked?? She reached out to grab a nearby armrest so she wouldn't just fall straight over from the very unexpected contact made with a little New York love to her face.
Startled, she thumped her head on the inside of the laundry shoot when he spoke, hissing and flailing herself back out so she could glare at whoever had surprised her.
Oh. It was Adonis.
Her glare softened to a degree, just making her look grumpy as she rubbed away the lingering pain from the bump. "Oh, Hey Xavier." She lifted the little crinkly bag of treats and shook them slightly. "Clyde got out. I'm trying to find him before he gets run over or.. I don't know, carried off by city rats or something." Friggen things were monstrous. Wouldn't be surprised in the least if they dragged off hapless dumb animals as easy meals.
"You can help, if you wanna. Didn't you just get back though?" Her head tilted slightly. Wasn't he tired? She would be, spending all day with classes and whatever else it was he did as a hero during the day.
"No that i'm complaining if you wanna find my p--" For the first time in her life, probably, a dirty joke died on her lips. It just felt... weird when it was Xavier. "...cat. My cat."
She turned suddenly on her heel, looking particularly cross again and a touch confused.
Everything that happened probably would have looked really cool, had she been able to see anything other than terrifying black. Instead she had to listen, trying to gauge what was happening around her while simultaneously keeping bad memories at bay.
Her captor jerked forward suddenly and there was a heavy THUCK that tended only to come from something heavy impacting the human body. The hand clenched in her hair temporarily clenched a little harder, then loosened completely. She was free, which was good! But she also still couldn't move on her own, which sucked.
Thankfully, a different big meaty hand was there to catch her by the arm before she could topple over flat on her face. Still couldn't see a lick of what was happening though.
That same shiver raved down her spine at the half command, but he hadn't finished it so other than her whole body tensing like she had been shocked, nothing happened.
As soon as the big mutant settled in the dust, her vision started to come back and she got weird tingles all over her body as his power wore off. They were pleasant. She hated it. The more in control of herself she became, the more what had happened weighted down on her. She was fighting a losing battle with a serious anxiety attack if the sudden inability to breath was anything to go on.
"Hate guys like that... You okay, Juni?"
She snapped out of it. Blinking a few times to get her focus back, and glanced up at Xavier. He had saved her. This time someone had saved her. The smile that spread across her face almost hurt. "M'fine." She glanced around the room, eyes landing on the few bloody teeth scattered on the floor, and hummed in satisfaction. Xavier didn't want anyone to die... so she would have to be satisfied with that for now.
"Juni?" She questioned, as her pupils finally shrank back to normal sized and she lifted a hand to flex her fingers. For a moment there, before he'd distracted her, she'd just wanted t phase right back through the floor and take off.
But... he'd saved her butt twice at this point. She at least wanted to stick around long enough to see him finish the rescue mission. She could have a melt down later at home.
"I heard someone over that way, c'mon." Jogging off towards an intact wall that would lead to the hallway itself, she phased right through it instead of opening the door. She was pleased to have her power back it seemed. Once in the hall, she spotted another door down a bit, which was where the @#$% had landed (which she was going to avoid), and further past that a singular door at the very end. She headed on down with purpose, discovered that it was locked, and reached on in to unlock it. It swung open to reveal six teens and two adults of varying ages, all huddled in one corner together with bound hands and blindfolds. Some of them were wearing collars.
It didn't happen often, but a swell of empathy popped on up uninvited. Juniper grimaced.
There was also more shouting and thudding as the people who had raced downstairs, came racing back up them.
"I'll see if I can get those things off them, if you can take care of the other goons... sound good, One in a Million?"
Heading further in, she dropped to her knees by the closest victim and made a soft shushing sound. She couldn't have been older than 14. "Hey, a real honest to goodness hero is here to rescue you! Hold still real quick while I get this off.." Surprisingly, using her power on the collar externally didn't seem to trigger the shock, so she was able to remove it and all the bindings pretty quickly.
All eight people were free and a little less terrified only a few moments later. Juniper was all smiles, trying to calm one of the younger ones down. "See? All better! We're all gonna get out of here and you'll be home before you know it!"
The kid sniffled while rubbing at his eyes. "You two are heroes?" Juniper shook her head and thumbed in the direction of Xavier. "Nah, he's the hero here. His names 'One in a Million'! He rescued me too."
She ruffled the kids hair and turned to see if the coast was clear.
Someone tripped backwards and rolled over and through her. She hadn't bothered to budge as the fight got a little more rowdy and grew closer. Also, she now owned a catchers mitt that someone had dropped, so... that was a thing.
She watched as a small bag of popcorn went arching overhead, raining kernels down on everyone below.
Something else came sailing through the air a second later and entirely due to luck landed snugly in the open mitt she had on her hand.
... A phone? That was new.
"Ya dirty sock lover!" A stout woman rounded on her, spotting the #1 glove for her rival team and went on the offensive. Juniper just blinked at her as a short and hilarious battle to snatch her glove away broke out, while JUniper phased it every time the lady reached for it. She hadn't known a face could get that red before. Neat!
Abandoning the glove to her victorious assainent, she turned her attention instead to the phone that had appeared from nowhere. A nice person would try to find it's owner. Yes.
Was she a nice person today?
Meh, might as well try.
Hobbling up a tab bit unsteadily onto her seat, she lifted the phone in the air and shouted over the loud tussling.
"Hey! Anyone lose their phone??"
She searched around with her eyes trying to spot any hopeful faces.
If she had been thinking straight she probably would have just unphased her upper half and simply fallen back through to the floor below.. but, well, he'd caught her off guard, okay?
She'd at least had the sense once she was able to focus again to phase her lower half out of his grip. That turned out to be a good thing as by the time she had her footing back and had turned to see who her assailant was, she saw one of those effing collars in one of his hands. He'd been trying to get it on her!
Her face instantly flushed with anger. "Back off, @#$hole!" She took a step back, a little wary of the collar more than the man holding it. Would it activate on touch? Did he only have to clip it around her neck, or would it work if he caught her on the arm? Would it work even if she was phased?
The guy himself might have been someone a normal person wouldn't wanna mess with, but she didn't have a problem with most people. No one could hurt her unless she allowed them to. He was big in a retired pro wrestler kind of way, and hairy as @#$%. A weird mug and even weirder eyes. Completely black from the sclera to the Iris.
Her eyes snapped to his immediately, almost against her own will. She felt a cold sweat wash down her back as terror set in.... She couldn't move her body.
"Turn off your power." The command sent a shiver through her body. She felt her weight snap back instantly as everything unphased back into a solid. His command had been obeyed without her voluntarily giving the command. What the @#$%??
His eyes had a weird effect.. It was like being sucked mentally into a black hole. She could still feel her body, and hear everything going on around her, but her vision zoomed into that black and she lost track of what was going on around her visually.
"See, cooperating isn't so hard, is it doll?"
She could feel a thumping reverberating up through the floor under her feet, but wasn't sure what was causing it. It also covered the footsteps of the man approaching her, so when big meaty fingers slid through the hair behind her left ear, sharp nails dragging against her skin, a sound she hadn't uttered in years jumped from her throat. Some kind of mix between a strangled whine and a muted scream.
"NO, stop!" The fingers clenched roughly. She was jerked forward onto a hot, hard chest. She wanted to vomit again, but alas the tank was empty. Her captor shuffled a few steps back with her firmly in his grip just as Xavier burst forth from the floor like the hero he was.
--"Let her go. Or deal with me."
"Don't look him in the eyes, Adonis!" %$#@, if he got trapped too who was gonna save her ass??
Her unnamed assailant laughed deeply adjusting his grip on her slightly and turning her to face the hero.
Her pupils were huge and it was obvious she was staring off into space. There may have also been tears beginning to form in her eyes, but @#$% please don't pay attention to those. "She's under my spell, boy, why would I release her?" He was totally using her as a shield, too. A small one, yes, but one that would be in directly in the way if Xavier attacked.
"Ya come into MY HOME and start making demands from ME? I should show you just what I can do, shouldn't I?" The hand fisted in her hair jerked her head back a little. She hissed through her teeth, but couldn't do anything to fight back. Her body was still ignoring any commands she sent it's way. Humid, pungent breath washed over her face for a moment. "Sweetheart, bite your cheek until ya bleed."
Her teeth jumped into action unbidden, slamming down on the bit of skin just inside her lips. She whined through her teeth at the pain. This was her worst nightmare come to life... Every single fear that had haunted her from the age of twelve. Being 100% at the mercy of someone who was not her. Junipers expression pinched, lips curling and a thin trail of red trailed out and down her chin. A moment later she let out a grunt of disgust when her captor licked her chin clean just to try and barb the hero.
He tossed the collar out at Xavier with a smirk on his lips. "Put that on, boy... or i'll command her to do something worse next."
She blinked at him for a moment, a little confused. Then it clicked. "Oh, yeah.. sure." She tossed the gun over one shoulder without much care. It misfired and she jumped a little. "Wasn't really planning on using it. Not much of a fan of firearms." She glanced at the dude on the ground behind him. "And he probably won't die. I survived for like, an hour with a phone in my stomach."
She didn't explain further. She could hear shouts and footsteps heading toward them. Xavier took care of them though, so she relaxed a little. Her anger was already wearing off since she had kinda taken it out on the first guy.
"Well, considering that they just swung by and picked me up off the street, I can hazard a guess that there are probably others." She could recall the size of the building, and looked up. There was a floor above them.
"Hey, gimme a lift so I can check up above us." She lifted her arms and wiggled her fingers in a very gimme fashion.
If she could stand on his freakishly tall shoulders, she could poke her head right through the ceiling and hopefully the next floor above.
Once she had her feet securely planted on his shoulders, she got to concentrating on what she needed to do. First the head, hands and forearms. She reached on in, visually disappearing up to her neck into the ceiling. There was a little bit of space between the floors she needed to travers first, so she ended up having to climb and crawl in an upward direction, effectively removing herself from his shoulders. By the time she had gotten her upper half secured on the floor above all that was left for him to see her legs kicking about a bit, until those too were extracted up. She wasn't the fastest at climbing, so it was a slow process.
She had ended up in an office of some sort. A desk off to her left, with a computer on top, a door off to her right with a metal filing cabinet next to it. She could hear more shouting and some banging around from outside the office door. They were probably headed down to where Xavier was. There was also a very distinct sound of someone crying.
Laying on her stomach and keeping her legs whole, she phased the upper half of her body so she would pop back down and warm him. Her head, shoulders, and one arm reappeared where her legs had vanished. "Hey! I can hear someone crying up here, and there are others heading down--URK!"
She hadn't been able to see the office door open, or the figure that had come in. She only realized she wasn't alone again when someone grabbed her by her belt and physically yanked her back up to the second floor.
"That was the best ride ever." She chuckled, phasing her upper body again as she slid off to lessen the awkwardness of it all. "10 outta 10. Would ride again."
Plopping herself back on his couch after a yawn and a stretch of her own, she attempted to guzzle what was left of her coffee real quick. After setting her empty cup down, she whistled lowly at his display of balance and power.
"Bruce Lee would be proud."
While he was distracted being all awesome and junk, she decided that it was time to haul herself back over to her place to get dressed and feed her cat. The big lump was probably pissed at her by now.
Waiting for the big lug to look away, she hopped up and rolled herself over the back of his couch, through the wall, and landed in a pile of blanket on her own floor.
Yeah... she was gonna have to visit more often, if the grin on her face was anything to go by.
"MEROW!"
"Yeah, yeah.. I know, I know. I'll feed you, you fatass."
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A few days after that, Juniper found herself wandering around her floor's hall, knocking on doors and shaking a little pouch of dry treats while she looked for her cat. At some point it during the day he had gotten out, and if she was honest with herself she was a little worried.
"Goddamn dumbass feline."
She wasn't good at showing it on the outside though.
It was currently turning 6 o'clock pm, and she had dinner plans with some hottie she'd met at a store, but she was more than likely going to have to cancel. "Clyde?" She was currently stationed at a very old laundry shoot, precariously tipped in to shout down it on the off chance her cat was dumb enough to end up in the basement.
"I'm gonna give away all your wet food to homeless cats if you don't get your furry ass home ASAP!"
