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 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.
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"I literally make silk, yes." She pondered if and how to show him. She didn't have a spinneret on her at the moment so she couldn't show him how she made it in bulk. She could show him her sticky silk... but just not let him touch it. "I'm not prepared at the moment to whip out some of the stuff I make these silks out of. Takes a while to get ready for that process. But, I can show you this~"
With a pointer finger she casually reached into her mouth, touched the pad of her finger to the little node where here sticky silk came from, and pulled it back out quickly. Along with her finger came a glimmering strand of white silk, semi un-twined in the sense that individual threads could be seen apart from whole strand. "I can make silk a variety of ways, both from my own body and externally?" She played with the little strand stuck to her fingers for a moment before popping it back into her mouth, scraping it off with her fingers, and chewing on it like it was gum.
"I can also ingest and re-use the silks I personally make. A never ending supply, if you will." She reached for her mug to wash the silk down with. "Tell me, Javier... are you afraid of spiders?"
At that moment a door at the other end of the living room creaked open, and out scuttled a spider the size of a large dog. Pretty casually too. It paused just outside of the doorway, eyes locked in their direction as it's pedipalps wriggling about nervously at having been caught.
"Parker! No, no bad boy. Back in the room!" The large spider jumped, but tried to scuttle further out and edge around the walls of the room to get away. With a breathy sigh, Megan forced herself to stand with a quick apology. "Sorry, he's new to my life and being a little obstinate brat. Parker! Go lay down! Go!"
She moved to cut the big arachnid off, shooing and ushering him back into the room while the creature made some very unique noises of protest the whole time. This was a normal occurrence for Megan, so of course it didn't occur to her that it might not have been so normal to outside eyes. After securing the door shut and heading back to the couch with a mental reminder to give Parker another bow femur bone after the meeting was done, she focused her attention back on Javier.
"Pets, right? He figured out how to open doors and now it's damn near impossible to contain him with company over. Anyway... what was i saying?"
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She was being followed.
Huh.
Megan wasn't quite sure what to do with this new bit of information. The small arachnid eyes situated on the back of her bare neck weren't lying to her though. A woman had been following along behind her for a while now, seemingly talking to herself a few times. Why was she being followed? Who the hell knew. She could tick off dozens of names on all her fingers and toes of people who hated her or wanted her dead for various reasons. Picking just one would be hard.
She chalked it up to someone being sent after her for cutting ties to a few companies for her wares, and left it at that. It didn't really matter a whole lot who it was, or why they were dogging her. She also didn't really feel like getting in a scuffle at the moment if she could avoid it.
Flexing her fingers in the warm pockets of her coat, she slipped on the pair of metal knuckles she had tucked away there. How long had it been now since she had been in a scuffle last? Probably too long. She was for sure rusty.
Stalking down the sidewalk, she keep a forward eye on where she was going while regularly checking in on what was going behind her with her rear facing ocelli. She paused at a corner, considering where to go, before heading left, past a passed out drunk on the sidewalk, and turning into a little dive bar on the corner.
Would her stalker follow? Who knew. But she worked best if she had a proper environment around to work with.
She grinned, patting the front of her vest. "Ah, trigger shy then. Alright, how about this." She almost bent down to pull a knife from her boot, until she remembered she wasn't wearing those boots and didn't have any knives on her. She stared stupidly at her bare ankle for a moment before straightening back up and visibly wilting.
Then, heaving possibly the most dramatic sigh of her life, she set about unstrapping her vest from herself. "Nevermind." She plopped herself back down in her abandoned spot, grumbling under her breath about how nobody every wanted to test her equipment properly, and set the newer vest between then so that he could at least look at that one if he wanted to.
"Like I was saying, my designs obviously aren't perfect. So somebody with actual talent at putting clothes together would have a grade a garment on their hands." She lazily pointed at the old vest, riddled with dents and tears from various scuffles through the years. "They can even be stab proof if you do it right."
The spider mutant reached for her cup and took a sip.
Running her thumbs across the fabric in her lap, she hummed in response. "If I can toot my own horn a little, i'd say they were the most durable in the city at this moment, unless you wanna get involved with straight up government issue Kevlar."
She tossed the square back into the pile on the coffee table and stool, heading over toward her front door, primarily the closet tucked away just inside. "I can prove exactly how durable they are, too. If you care for a demonstration."
Now... she may have been on her best behavior before, but dammit it was hard. Playing prim and proper had never been easy for her even if she was lying through her teeth. Megan tugged two objects from the closet and tucked them over one arm, then stopped by a little entry table and fiddled with it until a false bottom dropped down. A small pistol was tucked away underneath. She headed back over to the couch, gently setting the firearm away from herself so she could lessen how threatened her guest would inevitably feel.
"See, I can gab away all day about how great what I make is, and all the funny little details, but until you see it in person You'll think i'm lying through my teeth."
She laid one of the objects on the couch where she had been sitting, within his reach if he wanted, and set about strapping the other one on herself.
"I make all my silks myself. I'm a mutant, it comes with my power. A few years back I discovered that if I slapped enough layers of my silk together I could make my own knockoff bullet proof vests." The thing she had laid on the couch for him to see was her old version, still riddled with indents and torn silk from entirely too much use. She didn't elaborate on it.
"I'd not saying I perfected a method or anything, but in experienced hands like yours? Just think of the possibilities."
With a half grin, she slapped the last velcro strap in place and walked a few paces away.
"You wanna see if it really works before investing in this, so I present to you the ultimate test. Shoot me." She pointed dead center at her chest with her thumb, then dropped her hands and let them rest casually on her hips.
The bell rang, it's tinkling chime echoing through her place as she turned and set her coffee cup on the end table by the couch. Her door didn't have a peep-hole, mainly because she didn't need one. A lone spider always sat out side to guard the front door, tucked away from prying eyes. It has chattered away to let her know what her guest looked like in the simplest of terms, and that he was alone. She opened the door with a causal smile that felt, and probably looked, alien on her mouth after so many years of scowling.
"Ah, Mr. Moreno. Good to meet you." She held out a hand to shake his in greeting, scarred fingers looking a little more well-kept than usual with a fresh black manicure. "Please come in. I've pulled quite a few of my samples out for you to inspect." She stepped to the side slightly and allowed him in, waving a hand toward the couch.
"Would you like anything to drink? I've got a fresh pot of coffee on, or black or green tea if you like." She winked with a roguish smile, "Or some spirits, if you'd rather pick your poison." She didn't really drink anymore seeing as it had virtually no effect on her, but she still liked to have a few staples around just in case she chose to have company over. She'd wait to hear what kind of drink he wanted, if any, before seating herself on the other end of the couch from him. She tried to keep a comfortable distance, still focused on playing the part of a friendly professional saleswoman, instead of the usual Ogre-in-female-skin that was her usual temperament.
"I hope you found the place alright? I know i'm in a bit of an obscure location." While her little loft was on the bigger and spacier side from others located in her neighborhood, she was still technically in one of the poorer parts of town.
Megan set her cup back down away from the fabrics, and picked up one of the closest folded pieces and settled it, and a few others, in her lap.
New York had changed slightly since she had been gone, but not much. It was still the same glorified slum she'd always thought it to be, even if different things were going on in it. Megan had been gone a little over a year, bouncing around all over the states while she figured things out for herself. She had needed time after Gregory died... to process the feelings that refused to go away, and to figure out who she really was anymore.
When she had stumbled across the answer, she'd made her way back to the place she had claimed as home. She was Megan, plain and simple. No glorified hero, no nefarious villain. She would do what she wanted to, whatever she felt like... it was as easy as that.
Right now, she didn't feel like much of anything. She was slowly cutting ties to some of the organizations she sold product to whom she no longer wanted to be associated with. She took it slow, casually explaining away her departure in a way she hoped wouldn't send too many people after her. Black market deals were like that; she'd come to terms with the possibility of backlash should she ever leave a long time ago.
She couldn't claim any lofty goals that she has in mind for the future, but she knew she wanted to take things easy for a while. She wanted to live a little, like a normal person. She wanted to work on her personal demons and man up enough to give the people she owed apologies to what they rightly deserved.
It was strange... almost unnervingly so, that she was looking out over a popular, busy street below with a steaming up of coffee in her hands like a normal person. She wasn't aching and decorated with cuts and bruises. She had a few lingering spiders around to keep an eye out for anything weird, but the chattering voices in her head were few and far between. She was dressed in a clean, white silk blouse, with comfortable black leggings on and casual slip on shoes. Her old, battered steel toes left abandoned in the back of her closet.
She checked the time on a slim watch at her wrist, rubbing away a little big of the sting from a fresh tattoo hidden away on her left shoulder blade. She had a guest coming any minute... a prospective client that had answered one of the adds for the fabrics she was selling. It was exciting in a very boring kind of way. It would be her first legal client since coming back.
Taking a sip of her coffee, she turned from the window and headed back into her living room. She had set out her textiles in organized piles, sorted by color, thickness, and texture. She felt mostly prepared, if a little apprehensive. She still had a lot to work on when it came to her attitude... hopefully she wouldn't scare her buyer away.
Posted by Megan on Sept 28, 2018 14:34:28 GMT -6
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Old Megan had loved parties. Dancing, drinking, sweaty bodies pressed up against each other in a deafening, dimly lit setting. She had lived for it. And then... Roach happened. And the X's. And that damn dream her life seemed to circled around constantly like water in a slowly emptying sink. She had stepped away from the public eye for protection because she wasn't entirely stupid. You couldn't have both. She valued her personal safety more than music and drunken hookups.
Or, well... she had.
Roach was dead. What had been driving her for so many years was gone rotting... and she was faced with the fact that she was utterly, hopelessly bored. She had no life, wasn't fully comfortable trying to slip back into her old shoes, and was still stubbornly bitter about the whole thing. And then L happened. A little feisty blond who was too short and too cute to possibly contain all of that rage had popped onto her radar, and now she had something to do. Someone to focus on who wasn't a freakin' ghost. Since the first time they had met, she had taken to stalking keeping an eye on the woman. Her normal comings an goings, what she tended to do in her off time.
She was a shut it. It was almost comical. Megan didn't blame her though. She was a bit of a recluse nowadays herself.
It was through one of her watching sessions that she happened to overhear about a certain party. Some sort of charity event that the woman had bee invited to, which she was apparently very excited for. Seemed like she had a schoolgirl crush on some guy. Having nothing else to do with her life currently, Megan decided to see what this party was all about...
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The day of the event came and she was prepared. Her costume was finished, handmade from her own silk and the softest furry fabric she could find. Since her unknowing friend was going as Alice she had chosen to go as the Grinning Cheshire Cat. It was a far cry from her usual attire, but it did feel good parading herself around in something different.
Considering that she hadn't wanted to flat out buy a ticket, she'd opted to simply borrow one from someone else instead to get herself inside. Having small, hardly noticeable hench-spiders to do that word for you helped a lot, to boot. Once inside, she snagged herself a fruity looking drink that matched the purple in her costume and made to linger around the edge of the crowded room, keeping her eyes peeled for a small blonde.
"Felt." she started flatly. "I get the urge to just attack people. Claw, bite, however I need to do it to get to the meat."
She didn't look impressed with it, either. She had become someone who was always in control of herself, and tried desperately to control her surroundings as well. "Eh, I've only really got one true friend. There are a few on the side that come close, but I don't think they care for me as much as I do for them." Saph, that blockhead. As thick as paste in the brain department, and still one of the most brilliant people she ever knew. "I'm not telling you about my real friend, because she doesn't have anything to do with this and I refuse to get her mixed up in my drama. The others, well... I ran with a guy, the one my dream self loved, for quite a while. Helped him out with jobs and such. I look after him and his little growing family from time to time because he's an idiot and I worry about him."
She sighed, "Dont think that it's a mutual feeling, though. I could drop off the map permanently and I doubt he'd notice."
"The othhers, well... either dead and gone, or lost contact with me. Haven't been able to find hide or hair of em'"
She glanced at him after his last question, arms crossing over her chest. "Some of it's a trade secret that I'm not spilling. Other than yhat... well, I know how to hide, find people, kill people, and... that's about it. I tended to spent the rest of my time finding somthing fun to do to keep myself occupied. Hell, just a few weeks ago me and this other girl set out to.. " She realized who she was talking to, temporarily forgetting it wasn't Greg.
She half listened to him, filing away his story for if she needed it in the future. Did she care much though? Eh... not really. She was pretty set on this whole idea of throwing herself off the bridge and seeing if she survived. She did angle a sidelong look at him though, more trying to humor him and what he was doing.
It was strange talking with someone who looked exactly like Greg had, and yet... wasn't him. The Gregor Samson sure as hell wouldn't have sat there attempting to get her to not jump. He'd have encouraged her. Maybe even joined her, and then pulled some trick before they hit the water to ensure that they (or at least he) survived.
Shit, she missed that idiot a lot.
The spider mutant turned her attention back to the other Greg, the one from the rift. SHe hadn't bothered to interact with that whole drama. She wasn't interested in knowing what it was like on the other side, and from how he talked about it she had been right to avoid it.
"He referred to me as a park bench because that was how we met. I was sitting on a bench, watching spiders cause havoc in some stupid shop that annoyed me. He picked the whole bench up and tried to carry me off." She chuckled. "I wasn't aware how the name had really stuck until now, but... that was Greg for ya."
He wanted to know about her. Her name, probably what she was feeling, if she had family back home, the usual please-don't-jump shpiel. She went silent for a moment, considering what to do. Hell, if she was gonna die anyway maybe she really should just open up and tell someone everything.
"You asked for it." She muttered, before pushing herself to her feet and stretching her whole body out. "My name is Megan Rova, I am 32, born and raised in Eugene Oregon." Her arms dropped from overhead to her sides, hanging there relaxed and straight.
"I fell in love young, nearly got married before I chickened out and ran away. Ended up here eventually, where I met Greg. Changed my name a lot because my would-have-been-husband Trent came after me. Met an assassin at some point and slept with him. Met a thief at some point and slept with him too. Trent tried to kill Greg, So I killed him. The first person I ever just.. murdered. Suffocated."
She paused for a breath, remembering how that man had convulsed as hordes of spiders packed themselves into his mouth and nose. "I found out a while after that, that I was pregnant. Almost went to term before I lost it. Doctor said that I can't have kids... body isn't equipped to produce a proper baby. They come out dead and twisted. Half flesh and half lumps of spider. I've tried four times for a baby... it's the same every time."
She wasn't looking at him, back to staring out at the waters below. "I've killed so many people. Most of them deserved it, some didn't... I think at one point I ate a guy too, but I can't recall. Had a really weird dream and woke up in a sewer, covered in blood." She turned her face to him then, clouds parting slightly to cast moonlight down on them. Her eyes glowed in the white light, and the tattoos decorating her body stood out.
"I feel like i'm going in the same direction Greg did. I can only eat raw foods now, and sometimes when i'm with people this little voice in my head wants me to take a bit of them, See how they taste." She laughed. One short puff of aim that couldn't have been more humorless if she had tried.
"I stay away from the few friends I have because... what if? I'd like them to remember me for what we had, and now because I lost my shit and tried to eat their face off."
Her thoughts, like always, rounded back to that damn dream. "And to top it all off, some asswipe a while ago decided to put the whole damn city in some stupid dream world. Half of us here don't remember, but a few do. I do. In that godforsaken dream, I was a better person. I fell in love with a guy I have zero chances with here, and everything I do day to day reminds me that I will never achieve anything close to that again. That I will never be that woman."
Her gaze was still fixed on him, but she moved it just for a moment to check the time on her phone. "Any other questions?"
She laughed. Short, empty, and final. His park bench. The most important treasure in the world.
It simultaneously sickened her and broke what was left of her heart. She stared down at the little bug in her hands, struggling against the urge to claw her fingers inward and crush him... this living reminder of what she was missing. A softer side of herself she didn't acknowledge much wanted her to keep him for however long he lived.
"It'll take too long to fully describe the Gregory I know. He was a monster, yes... insane, violent, unpredictable. There was no question that he needed to be stopped, but..."
She paused. There weren't many people who she could talk like this to. About him, in a way that showed any affection at all.
"He was so many other things once, too. Family...father, brother, sister, second cousin, children... all rolled into one being. we used to sit and watch old toons together, talk about politics and celebrities. I comforted him, I like to think, and he comforted me. He liked to wear silly things on his head, talked with the most terrible British accent you've ever heard, and I always had to kick him out of my closet, or out from under my bed."
She snorted, reflecting back. "... I don't think people ever got how his brain works. His quirks,his jokes. They were frightened by how he looked even before he got a word out of his maw. To them he was Roach... to me he was Gregory Samson. We met on a park bench seven years ago."
She moved to set Igor down again. "I think... when I left it pushed him over the edge. He got worse, and there was no going back."
His last words came floating back to her... did she think it would have been different if she had stayed?
She got lost in her thoughts, unaware or uncaring when the object spurring all of them moved closer to her and sat down. Withdrawing into her head, she thought back through all of what they had been through. Crashing parties, ruining days, exacting revenge on people for precieved slights. She hadn't laughed like that in years.. or, well... not until just recently.
A small blonde flitted through her mind, but she pushed the thoughts away.
Fun wasn't a reason to keep on going. She had no purpose, no reason to get up in the morning or go to bed at night. Her usual antics no longer brought the same feeling of accomplishment. Her heart hardly even raved when she got in a fight.
... she was tired. So very, very tired. Sustaining herself had become an unwanted chore. She felt like she was ready to see see what lay beyond this mortal coil.
A familiar hand touched her shoulder and she flinched from the contact. She wasn't scared, nor had it hurt... at least not in a physical sort of pain.
"Guess you aren't a figment of my imagination after all, huh?"
She didn't turn to look at him, but she did reach up to knock one of the earbuds out. "... Can't be the real deal, because I put a bullet in his brain myself... must mean you are one of those duplicates from the other side? From the Rift." She honestly didn't care what his answer was, she was still mostly talking to herself.
"Don't want to know if you are like him. Can't find the energy to care... but I've got a few hours to chat, if that's what you are up to."
Megan spotted the small cockroach skittering around and lowered her hand for it to crawl onto. She hadn't been able to get the names of all his children, but she knew a few. "Long time no see, Igor. Didn't realize he still had you following me around."
Her lungs constricted and she blinked away a sudden hotness in her eyes, squashing the feeling like she had so many cockroaches.
"wish I could understand you so you could tell me all about how Gregory was doing before.... before..."
She trailed off, looking away from the bug and back out toward the city.
She had been sitting for five hours so far and as of yet, her mind hadn't changed. Three more hours to go.
She started to zone back out, eyes staring out blankly at the city as songs in her playlist shuffled. During the pause, she heard something from behind and turned her chin.
Oh... It was Roach? Huh. Maybe she'd died already. She pinched herself on the wrist when it smarted she tossed that idea back out as quickly as it had come. Maybe lack of sleep was finally catching up with her and she was starting to hallucinate. Well... at least she wasn't alone anymore.
She hadn't heard what he had said over the music in her ears. She turned her head back around. "... Remember when I got the @#$% kicked outta me and nearly died?" It was hard to hear her own voice over the song, She pressed on anyway.
"Two broken ribs, punctured lung, couple'a ruptured organs..." Megan chuckled humorlessly, letting her naked toes curl under her crossed legs. The last laugh left with a puff of air and she fell silent for a moment.
"... Thought I was dead for sure... but then I woke up and there you were. Your ugly mug was the first thing I saw, and... I hadn't ever been so happy to see you."
She didn't turn back to look at him. For all she knew the vision was gone and if she looked she'd ruin it. She had so much on her chest to say that she had never gotten the chance to.
"Some small part of me wished that I could have said yes. That I could have dropped everything and gone home with you, and that it would have all gone back to normal. Before.... before."
"You said you were sorry for being you... but it was what made you you that I liked. It's me. I'm what ruined it. Stuck here with the ghost of a dead woman hanging over me. Wallowing in all of my failings. I gave up everything."
She fell silent again as one song ended and another started. Two hours to go, her phone reminded her. Two hours of just her and her thoughts.
"Kinda wish you had killed me for real a long time ago. Would have gladly bypassed a lot of this @#%$."
The sun was just starting to set for the night, peeking out from behind buildings in the distance as if giving one final wave.
Megan sat perched on top of one of the middle arches of the George Washington Bridge. Traffic zoomed by far underneath her, people on their way home from work, or out for a night on the town. She watched them come and go, expression relaxed and placid. Songs she had heard a million times and knew by heart crooned on from little buds in her ears. Sweat from the climb to the top of the arch had dried a long time ago, and she was starting to get a chill from the breeze puffing past her.
She had left all of her weapons at home. Her usual street attire had been replaced with a loose fitting tank top that ended just below her rib, loose running shorts, and her phone. The time glared up at her from the device in her palm. 7:30pm. She was going to sit for a while in the dark and watch the city, with only the lights from the bridge and passing cars below her. Far below the sounds of water frantically slapping against the support beams for the bridge were drowned out by her music.
Her chin tipped up as a gust of wind passed ruffling her hair as it went, she let her eyes slip closed. She had been growing it out a little... the sides were no longer shaved. She looked scruffy, but it was a little closer to how he had liked it. There were no spiders with her tonight, either. She didn't need them with what she had planned. When 3am rolled around she would roll the dice again and let chance decide her fate. That had been the time he had died at. She'd tried it before a few times in different methods and survived so far, so... third times a charm.
When the clock struck 3, she would be attempting the longest dive into the waters below. Survival chances were minimal. If she did she'd have herself a good laugh and try again at a later date, doing something else. If she didn't... well, she'd get to see what lay beyond. Maybe she'd get to see Roach again. Continue that conversation from the couch and watch old cartoons for an eternity.
Megan's eyes twinkled at the thought of the city being decked out with colorful graffiti. Considering that she was covered in art herself, she appreciated the idea.
She turned from looking at Ty, to looking back at the art. "This City seems to do that to a lot of people. You come here alone, you fight alone, you die alone." She eyes unfocused for a moment as she checked in with one of her sentry scouts a few buildings away. A Roach had been spotted for one brief moment. Whether or not it was one of his, she didn't know... but it wasn't safe anymore. She came back to herself and snuck a peek at the redhead by her side. Pale and soft. Even if Megan tended not to stick around for long after, she didn't generally want her partners to end up on Roache's radar. She wouldn't wish that on most people.
It was time to go.
Without a word, she turned and slipped her hand behind the redhead's neck, sneaking in a quick parting kiss. As she was pulling away, her eyes were unfocused again, staring off slightly above the woman's head.
"You gonna be safe walking back by yourself?" She left the fact that she was leaving unspoken. She was internally hyping herself up for the battle that could happen.