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He said that she saved him. The woman let out a small laugh. “I highly doubt that, Roland, I hope you don’t mind if I call you by your first name. Now that I’ve seen your aim, I’m sure you could’ve taken care of yourself. I thought I was helping, but I know better now.” Deirdra smirked and leaned back in her chair. “I do appreciate your kind words though. You definitely know what women want to hear, that’s for sure.” She smiled at him and held out his pen for him to take. “Thank you for letting me borrow it, but I think that’s all I needed it for.”

The blond chuckled when Roland asked what kind of excitement she meant. “There are plenty of different kinds. I enjoy partying and drinking. I’m very fun and flirty plus I’m not exactly into the long term stuff, which means I don’t scare other people like me off.” She smiled at him.” I just like to think of myself as exciting. I’m even more exciting when I’m able to use my mutation. When I don’t, it’s kind of like hiding part of myself. I can’t say that I go around telling about myself or letting people see exactly how I am, but I actually like my mutation. Not to mention, I have to be in my scorpion form to produce more of my toxins.”

Roland explained to the woman that the Order wasn’t something she wasn’t supposed to share with many people. Deirdra nodded and smiled. “I completely understand and I can’t really imagine what kind of conversation would bring that up, but I’m not sure how well I’d trust them.” He said Lori Faust was the leader and that he’d give her information to her. The blond gave another quick nod. “I hope I get to meet her soon, I’m sure she’s a very interesting woman. Yes, I would very much like to go see where I’ll be staying.” She rose from the chair.

Welcome to MRO!!!

When the pen appeared to Deirdra, she was a bit surprised. Smiling, she grabbed it and looked down at the form. She began to scribble in some answers. Her name, sex, birthday, age, and whatnot were always the easiest part of a form, but that goes without saying. However, she did hate how questions could become more in-depth. The blond had loathed filling out applications for jobs. It seemed a bit nosy to just ask a question, get the answer on a sheet, and then be able to keep it for a later date. It seemed too easy for people to know almost everything about you. She hated it and she didn’t like the idea of knowledge being available on her.

Deirdra had to admit that it was exciting to be able to get a new room. The woman enjoyed decorating, to an extent. She may as well make the experience a good one and so, she would try to enjoy it this time. What she had seen of the Sanctuary thus far appeared very beautiful, so Deirdra had a feeling the rooms would be quite nice as well. “I look forward to see where I’ll be staying. This building seems to be pretty large. There must be plenty of rooms available to people who may want to stay.”

Oh. These were the in-depth questions she meant. A light sigh escaped the woman’s lips. Alright, answer to the first question: What I think of mutants, humans, and their roles. “Well, I think that mutants have abilities for a reason. It shows that we’re above humans. They’re no longer the top of the food chain, though many of them treat us like dirt and persecute us. We’re superior to them. It’s just that simple and I don’t want to hear their talk anymore. It’s ridiculous.” The blond glanced up from the form and looked at Roland.

After processing the second question: What could you bring to this little family here, Deirdra smirked. It had a bit of smugness embedded in it. “I could bring plenty of things, such as excitement. Besides that, my loyalties lie with mutants and my mutation is very strong. I’ve never seen anyone else with quite the same ability. Three doses of my venom can kill the average sized human.” Another smirk. “Don’t ask how I know. I think that partly answers what I can do. I’m very handy in cases where someone needs to be stunned. I can keep someone in a paralyzed state for about 30 minutes before it would actually kill them. “

The woman jotted down a few more answers on her forms and continued to look down as she spoke. “I’m willing to do just about anything to put us where we belong. As long as I have an income, there’s no need to pretend to be normal. I can show what I am and I can use my mutation. I would prefer not to hurt anyone unless they are directly related to mutants not being where they should be. People who don’t hate us, but need to be eliminated, I may not be able to do. I won’t lie to you about that.” She held the clipboard out for him to grab and looked Roland straight in the eye. “I believe I’ll make a great edition, don’t you?”

Deirdra smirked when she realized the man was looking at her. He said that it was a public fountain and he hadn’t splashed anyone else. She chuckled when Loken added the ‘yet’. “So you were intending on splashing someone if the chance arose, is that it?” The woman remained seated on the edge of the large fountain. When he said it was a pleasure to meet her, she gave him a smile. “It’s very nice to meet you as well. I’ve never seen any abilities like yours before, it looks interesting.”


Loken asked what Deirdra was able to do. She grinned. “The lower half of my body can shift into the body, tail, and legs of a scorpion. I’d show you, but my mutation’s not very subtle. My body is in proportion with my upper half, which means I’m a very large, black scorpion.” The woman watched his legs become one and tilted her head as it happened. She always found it intriguing every time she saw a new kind of power. It made her wonder if any two mutants had the same ability or if they were all a little different. “How exactly does your power work, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Roland told Deirdra that she could leave everything behind and get all new things. The woman bit the inside of her cheek in thought. There isn’t anything I can’t live without, but even if I do make a good deal of money, will that really be enough to pay for everything I need. She looked at the man and smiled. “I think I’d like some of my things, but just my clothing and a few other random things, like my jewelry.” She laughed as she glanced at his bag full of shiny treasures. “Looks like you have yourself a lot of fine pieces to choose from.” The woman smirked at him, to let him know she was kidding.

She watched as the man’s expression turned very smug. It made him look even more handsome, she noted. Deirdra listened as he Roland talked about his experience with marksmanship. “Well, it’s very impressive. I don’t know how to shoot guns. I suppose I’ve never really had the chance to try it though.” She realized that good aim must not have been his mutation. She had heard of mutants having perfect aim as a mutation before, but when he made his boot knife move around without touching it, she knew there was much more to him than being good with guns.

Right before the door popped open, Deirdra gave him a small smile. “I don’t suppose you’ll tell me how you do that. They do say a good magician doesn’t reveal his tricks. I bet you’d be great at children’s parties.” After the door was unlocked, the blond took a step inside the door and then waited for Roland to come in after her. She thought it best that he lead since he actually knew where he was going.

Deirdra found it amusing how blunt Juka was. He said what he felt and believed himself to be amazing. She had to admire that a bit, since most people find a flaw with themselves and begin to dislike their appearance. He seemed very confident and the blond had to admire that as well. She found it amazing that he could wear whatever he wanted and not feel uncomfortable or scared of what people thought. She wasn’t sure if it was bravery or if it was from being a bit narcissistic., but it didn’t really matter much either way. “It’s good to be happy with yourself. I usually feel pretty positive about myself.” Well, at least her external appearance.

The blond gave him a smile when he said that it was a lovely compliment. Something about this man made her not want to say something mean or be as cold as she usually was. Deirdra guessed it was because of his own kindness. Being rude to a really nice person could sometimes prove difficult. Or maybe it was because he was so confident with himself that she knew saying something cruel would really make no impact. And there was one more theory that she guessed was the correct one: Maybe she wanted him to stay with her for a while, but not to talk with, necessarily. “Well I’m glad you found something that works for you. You’re quite right, women’s clothing is generally very beautiful. Of course, I do like men too so I can understand where your style’s coming from.” She laughed and leaned back into the couch.

((Roland is taking Deirdra to the Order in one of my threads, so I hope this is okay. ))

Meld offered to take both women to the Order then and there. Deirdra thought it over for a moment before replying with, “Tonight may not be a good night for me. You see, I should be getting home soon.” The woman glanced at a clock that hung on the bar wall. It was getting a tad late and she would have to work in the morning, not to mention sleep off whatever hangover she may have. Hangover plus office job usually equaled a big headache and a grumpy secretary. She gave the woman a small smile. “Maybe you and Sapphire can go, but I have work in the morning and I can’t afford to lose that job for anything. It’s all I got to put me through school and buy me food.”

Deirdra sighed and plopped a handful of change on the bar. It consisted of many pennies and some other assorted coins. She turned and winked at the other two women. “My version of a tip when I’m on this kind of budget.” She smirked and hopped off of the stool . The blond pulled out a pen and piece of paper and scribbled her name and number on it twice before ripping it in half and sliding one piece to each lady. “In case you ever need to get ahold of me and so we can talk sometime, if you two are interested.” She picked her purse up and sauntered out of the bar after a quick, short wave.