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?
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Well, the drink was accepted. That meant something in bar lingo, did't it? Eh, she wasn't really the type to care. After tipping her drink back, mostly just to empty the glass, she stood and headed for the Redheads table.
She didn't bother trying to wigging in next to her or anything, instead opting to snag a close by chair and sit herself in it at the opposite end of the table. One leg crossed over the other, she draped her arm across the back of the chair, and propped her elbow up on the table. Chin met palm, and she leveled a semi-bored stare at the woman. After moment she decided to speak.
"I'm not really well versed in whatever lame pickup lines people like to drop these days, so i'll just cut to the chase. Wanna @#$%?"
Really, she wasn't the best with words.... so what bother? At best the chick would say yes, and she'd be less bored for a little while. At worst, she'd say no and Megan would have to find something else to occupy her attention for another couple of hours.
She idling played with a still healing scar on her cheek while waiting for an answer.
Megan had more or less been on a dry spell for quite a while. Alcohol not affecting her the same way anymore was one reason, but the bulk of it was that she just hadn't had the time in the last handful of months. She had known that things would get more difficult when she had decided to go against Roach. Didn't make things easier, though.
Her target had gone quiet in the last couple of months, though. It had been harder and harder to find traces of him, and she had been running into his little minions less and less. She supposed it meant she might be able to take a night off for once.
She'd chosen a bar that was a little out of her comfort zone because dropping the paranoia that the building would just explode the moment she walked in was hard to do. This place had a younger appeal than her old haunts. Less the grumpy dive bar type, more the modern dating scene. As she shouldered the front door open and stepped inside, her attention divided between where she was walking and the most recent work order she'd received on her phone.
The sounds of some kinda upbeat hip-hop song reached her ears and she looked up. Ugh. Heaving a sigh, she stuffed her phone in her pocket and headed further inside. She was just one of many age ground around her, and to be honest she blended in just fine. It wasn't like shaved heads or mohawks, or tattoos and scars were a big deal anymore. Hell, more than half the people inside the bar probably had tramp stamps they were ashamed of.
Still, it didn't make her feel any less like she wasn't sticking out like a sore thumb. Maybe it was the permanent scowl that tended to rest on her face or the fact that she was always tense and ready for a fight. Megan eyed people as she passed, silently judging people as she went. There were a few that looked like they could be trouble... a few that ended up on her eye-candy list, and the rest weren't worth her time. As she plopped herself down at a table and picked up a menu, dropping a few small scout spiders from the back of her jacket as she figured out what she wanted.
A few tables from her, a redhead who had ended up on one of her lists dropped her purse. The spider mutant watched from the sides of her eyes as she scrambled to put it back together and pretend like nothing had happened.
Cute.
A few minutes later she had ordered and was leaning back in her chair with her hands clasped behind her head, elbows up and relaxed.
A few minutes later a duplicate of that fruity drink would arrive at the redhead's table, compliments of Megan. If she looked over, the dark-haired, mohawk wearing woman would lift her own drink in greeting.
"All that M... Musta been a couple hundred thousand dollars worth on the table I soaked alone!"
He was correct. She hated being soaked. She'd vanished long enough to switch into loose pants and a tank top, and was fluffing her hair dry with a towel as she emerged. He was splayed across the couch that had come with the apartment, which she perched herself on a moment later.
"Yeah... and most of the tools went up with it. Will probably cost more to replace everything and get it back up and running than will really be worth it in the end."
Plus, with those kids... She couldn't be absolutely sure, but she had a hunch that there might have been things going on there under Roach's nose. He usually didn't dabble in the likes of that.
"Thanks for trusting me on the kid thing. Really wouldn't have been able to pull it off as well as you did." She'd stressed on the way out that she had wanted to make sure that the kids had gotten somewhere safe. It had meant that she needed to linger in the area long enough to find them, but in the end, she'd gotten her answer. A few blocks away the oldest had flagged down a passing cop and told them the whole story, and when combined with the rising smoke in the distance had left plenty of room for belief.
She would probably check in on them again in a few days if she could... if only to make herself feel better.
"How much to you think it will cripple M distribution in this area?" She was honestly curious. He had a better grasp on things like that, considering his day job. She let her towel hang around her neck and looked at him.
The clothes he'd picked out were better than that first outfit he'd shown up in, but still not the same quality as his Judge suit had been. She could spot a few rips or tears from where she was sitting.
"You want me to fix that for you? For old times sake?" She pointed out the issues, and moved to stand. She had a sewing kit in the kitchen, and kinda left like a drink would be nice.
He pushed back a little but ultimately agreed. Good. Less for her to worry about then when it came to the kids. They had been entirely unexpected, and she was less capable of ensuring them having a clean escape than he was.
She gathered the firestarter fluid back from him and turned to her own task as he pulled the oldest kid off to the side.
Things move fast from there. Saph made his stand, while the kids made for an escape, and Meanwhile Megan was scrambling about inside saturating and lighting as many things as she could around the building.
She recalled having mentioned not wanting to set the whole place on fire at some point but didn't have time to follow that same rule at the moment. Instead, as she neared the room she'd found the kids in, she tossed the last empty bottle of lighter fluid down and turned to start climbing.
In her initial appraisal of the building, she'd noticed that there were a few areas within the metal roof that seemed to have a few openings that had been sealed shut at some point. One, in particular, looked relatively easy to open.
Getting to it involved some quick climbing which was made a bit easier thanks to a very specialized form of hair coating her fingers and palms. From there she just had to jimmy her way far up enough to reach that opening, kick it open, and climb out.
... Kicking it open took a bit longer than she had expected. Turns out it had been welded shut in a few select spots, so she needed to put quite a bit of force into it before the metal started to give way.
By the time she was finally able to pull herself out onto the slanted roof she was cursing and the heat from inside was building to pretty intense degrees.
Smoke had begun to roll out from the cracks in various places, and where there happened to be openings great plume drifted toward the sky. They would only have so much time before someone else took notice and authorities were called.
After getting her feet under her, she latched onto her bag with one hand and took off at a careful sprint toward the edge of the building facing the water. It would be a decent jump, but she was confident she would be able to make it across the short road on one side and into the waiting waters below that.
A splash off to the side of the building was shortly followed by the activity inside the building suddenly spiking as the flames encountered other flammable objects inside. Those who had still been alive and had yet to flee had little hope of making it out alive by that point.
Megan made a reappearance off to the side as she pulled herself from water, thoroughly soaked but thankfully not singed. As soon as she had her footing she headed for Saph in a hurry.
Saph didn't respond. Megan spent less than minute waiting before she reached back into her duffel bag and removed a small pistol. Then the sound of gun fire popped up, and She glanced back at the kids momentarily. "Wait here. I will be right back."
She headed across the lab floor toward the heavy sliding door, that lead out into the main hallway. Pausing there with most of her body hidden by the door she peeked out.
She could hear the sounds of a fight from the doorway on the left, and noticed that at some point the front door had been opened. When Saph eventually reappeared, she scooted out from behind the door to meet him, while the kids peeked around at them from a ways into the room.
She eyed his weapon momentarily, before looking at him. It was obvious he had run into unexpected people, and it was more than obvious that some of those people were very dead now.
"Don't know. Don't have time to question them fully." She tucked her gun to the waistband of her pants, and turned to wave the kids toward them.
"Can you clean that knife off? Some of them are really young."
The eldest teen she'd spoke to before led the group over, keeping some of them behind him. It was cute. Like he was the alpha of the pack. Megan eyed them quietly for a moment, before turning and surveying the area quickly.
"I've kinda got a plan... do you think you ca-"
From outside the rev of few engines could be heard, and the squealing of tires as cars whipped back into the parking lot.
Megan's face pinched slightly, but she carried on with her previous train of thought. "Can you get these kids out of here safely? I can handle things in here."
As it turned out, the backroom was where the housed the dogs. The moment she let herself in a chorus of barks, howls, and growls met her ears. She surveyed the dark room quickly, before turning and finding a light switch.
The room itself was smaller than the rest she had encountered so far, and appeared to be one of the rooms that had no outside windows. This had been one of the blank spots she hadn't been able to scout before.
Her eyes roved over the many cages that lined the left side of the room, directly in her line of sight. There were quite a few. Kennel style. There were at least thirteen dogs from what she could see, of various breeds.
Over all, it just appeared to be a room for the animals.
She just about turned to leave when another sound caught her attention and gave her pause... A small sound, like a gasp, sounded from around a small corner a little further into the room.
Cautiously, Megan drew a knife she had tucked into the back of her pants and headed further in.
... What she stumbled upon froze her to the spot.
There were two larger cages at the back of the room, hidden from her immediate vision. They were large, and made out of metal supports and heavy wire. Similar to the dog kennels, and yet meant to withstand something entirely different. In this case, it appeared that they were intended to hold children.
Four kids of varying ages were huddled together in each cage. Eight children total. A few of them looked fairly young. Possibly seven or eight. The rest were mix of tweens and teens. All of them were dirty, had scuffs and bruises, and were regarding her with a mistrust so strong she could practically taste it.
After a moment of standing there stupidly, Megan tucked her knife away and took a few more steps toward the kids. Some of the younger ones flinched.
"Hey, now... I'm not here to hurt any of you."
She lowered herself to one knee a few arms lengths away, and carefully reached up to tug the mask from the bottom of her face.
"How long have you kids been here? Where are you from?" She glanced down at her watch. Nine minutes left.
A few of the older kids glanced at each other, before one of them moved himself toward the front of his cage to speak with her.
"... We don't know. We don't have homes... just from around the city. You're not with them?"
Megan shook her head slightly, before moving to shuffle closer to the cages. "Nope... but I don't have time to explain. I have to get you out of here. This place is going to go up in smoke pretty soon."
The kids murmured to themselves, clearly worried. Megan fixated on the locks keeping the cages closed. They were classic combination locks. It would take too much time trying to smash them open, or pick them. She turned to look at the wire that made up the walls of the cages instead.
It was old, and slightly rusty in some places. After searching she was able to find a loose spot around the back, and with enough effort she was able to start prying ti away.
"Alright, everybody out. Keep your voices down and stay behind me... once I get you outside I want you all to run, okay? I can find you later."
She held the wire as they all carefully climbed out, then let it spring back into place as she looked at her watch again. Six minutes.
She cursed under her breath and took the lead out of the room.
Instead of her knife, she swapped out for her air gun and darts again.
"Oy! I've got something over here!" She motioned for the kids to wait, before opening the door to the laboratory. Hopefully her partner would hear her and head over.... she didn't want to have to drag them all with her as she went looking for him.
After she made sure the lab was still clear, she headed on in. "I've got a partner in here with me... he's somewhere else in the building."
She glanced behind at them momentarily. "He's here to help too, so don't worry."
While Saph leaped into action in usually Saph style, Megan took a moment to pack her gun away and remove a glove before she moved to lower herself from the building. It didn't take long, considering she had a lot of practice, but she was still much slower than him.
As soon as her feet hit the ground she was skirting across the open space toward the building. Saph was inside, the other guard unconscious at his feet as she joined him.
"Split up, or hit them all together? Your choice."
She eyed him quietly for a moment, before glancing down at her watch and setting a timer. "We split up. We have fifteen minutes, and then we meet back here to leave. If one of us finds something, holler."
She didn't necessarily like splitting like this... but they would gain more ground faster. If one of them found the drugs before the other they could take care of it then and there.
"I'll take the one down the hall." With that she nodded at him slightly, and took off in the direction of her choosing.
The door at the end of the hall was large and heavy, but not impossibly to move on her own. It was on rollers and only took a second to shove open enough that she could fit inside.
The room beyond it was large, and filled with lab equipment spread out on various tables. They looked clean, but well used.... as far as she could tell this might have been where the drug was finished, but not where it was stored.
A doorway at the opposite end of the room caught her attention, and she moved toward it quickly.
"Bailiff, you know how bad this sounds, right? If I had half a mind I'd tell you there was no way in hell I'd be going in there."
"Good thing you haven't got one, then." She snarked back, not bothering to even look at him. She was well aware of the danger.... but she was also well aware that she was running out of time.
She'd already run into Roach personally once since the first mission they had been on. It was only going to get worse from here on out.
She listened to his terms, and nodded slightly. "Sure. Don't have an issue with that limit."
"You ready, Bailiff?"
She sighed through her nose, eyes closing briefly as her hackles rose at that familiar nickname. She'd told him to stop calling her that. She'd forgiven the first few times it had slipped in there, but the next time he did it... well, she'd probably punch him.
She wasn't going to give him a warning about it, either.
"Don't. Call. Me. That." She ground out through clenched teeth. She speared a look at him, letting her words settle for a moment before she turned back to the task at hand. Her air gun was holstered on her thigh, which she promptly un-holstered and loaded a dart into. It was a straight tranquilizer, so it would knock the guard out fully within a short time.
Before she took aim she tucked a black bandanna up over her nose. She didn't need to bother, really... but with the number of various people who worked at this location she wanted to cover as many bases as possible.
It took her a few minutes to settle, a moment to aim, and a second later she fired off a dart.
Across the way the guard reacted, swatting at his neck in surprise, and then stepping back slightly to peer at the ground. The dart had fallen out and he was trying to see what had hit him. A moment later he tipped over face first and flopped onto the broken cement.
She glanced at him momentarily before turning her eyes back to the building. "Yeah, I found it."
She let him settle as she watched the guards outside chat with each other. "I plan on burning something. Probably not the whole building. Wouldn't want it to catch this whole area on fire."
She shifted slightly, a little nervously, actually. After filling him in on the details she did know, there were still a lot of gaping holes she didn't like.
"I wasn't able to scout out this place as much as I had wanted too. Roach is on guard, so I've been trying to find everything out while dancing around his spies the whole time. There are a few in there currently.... watching over the place while the rest of the team is gone."
A pinched frown settled on her face, and she looked over at him. "From what I could see inside from a few quick excursions, it looks like there are a lot of locked down areas. No windows, and heavily sealed doors. I am assuming this is a facility where raw product is taken, manufactured into it's final form, and then distributed. I'm not sure where inside it would be located."
Really, it was that bit that bothered her the most.
"We have about three hours before the rest of them return. The two guards are the only bipedal ones we have to worry about currently. There are some dogs located somewhere in there... I could hear them howling earlier."
Turning, she unzipped her bag and fished for a small cloth baggy of pre-filled darts. One of the guards turned to depart inside the building, leaving one singular figure out in front of of the main door. "We need to do this quickly, however that turns out. I'm sure that the moment we make a move whatever time we have will be cut in half.
After they had parted was after the last mission, Megan had dropped off the map again for a while. She relocated herself somewhere new, a good distance outside of New York, and spent her time tracking down who and what their next target would be. After quite a bit of searching she found a likely candidate.
Roach still had ties to a very specific drug. There were a few places within the city that both manufactured and distributed it, and one stood out among the rest like a sore thumb. In a large warehouse along the water, in a relatively obscure part of the city, a large drug ring was active. It was run by a diverse group of people, both human and mutant, who worked for Roach in order to spread the drug throughout the city.
If they could get in there and dismantle that operation, it would significantly hurt Roach.
She'd spent quite a few days stalking the building already, spying on the comings and goings of those who worked within the facility, if it could even be called that.
When she felt she had enough information to forge a plan, she contacted Saph.
Then, on a specific day at a specific time, she waited for him to show up before making a move. She'd planned so that the place would be empty, as it usually was for a few hours on Tuesdays. She wasn't entirely sure what they all went off to do together, as most of them blabbered on in various languages she wasn't going to bother to understand.
Two guards usually stayed behind. One on the outside watching over the main entrance, and another on the inside. She assumed he was keeping an eye on the 'goods'. She hadn't been able to fully scout the place, as there were more than a few sealed areas she could not access via her spiders.
At her side, slung around one shoulder was her bag. Inside he had a few small bottles of kerosene, among a handful of other items she intended to use.
Glancing at the watch on her wrist again, she turned to watch as the group left the building right on time... all shuffling over to a small squadron of cars, before they all pulled away.
Megan squinted at her partner for a moment, before sighing and reaching out to connect with her spiders again. As it turned out, in the brief amount of time she had been away things had escalated quickly. Both of the free jumpers she had stationed in the room were gone. She couldn't reach them. That left the spider within the woman's ear.
Though muffled, she could hear screaming, gunshots, plenty of cursing.... and finally glass shattering. One quick question to the spider gave her a small answer, and she made the decision to have it crawl from the woman's ear before the mercenary could focus on it again.
Thankfully, since she was lost in the sensation of a short free fall, the spiders quick exit wasn't noticed.
"... She's spider free." Blinking as she pulled back into herself, Megan let her eyes start to readjust and chuckled. "As chaotic as it turned out, I think we did it. Roach is pissed, Howard is pissed. We've started a war."
Tucking her arms behind her head, she mused about all of the various options that had left. Roach still had quite a few connections... some of which might take care of themselves with Howard and his big mouth spreading the word about their current beef. Some would have to be taken care of the old fashion way.
She was a little more confident now in her current mission than she had been before. "...We really do need to leave now. He's flooding that place with bugs. If he figures out i'm in this direction you can bet we're going to be on pest control duty."
She shook her head slightly, but she was tense. "My scouts haven't spotted any signs of him yet. So far it just looks as though he's sending in his bugs."
She felt like swallowing her words a few minutes later when a surge of roaches poured into the building. She flinched again, and cursed under her breath.
"... He's got... some kinda move up his sleeve." She switched rapidly between view points, and honestly was starting to regret it. A small headache had started to form behind her eyes and it was steadily growing worse.
She wasn't sure what Roach was up too. Perhaps he was calling to try and smooth things over? Maybe he was calling to try and threaten the gang back into line? She could only hear half of the phone conversation, and even that was fractured between bouts of cursing and yelling.
"Things are escalating. He called in." She echoed whatever information she could get back to Saph, before ultimately pulling back to herself. She'd tried to spend too much time away... her head was pounding, and she'd started to get double vision.
"Don't know exactly what he was attempting to do in there, but Howard wasn't having any of it. Screamed at him for a solid minute before hanging up. I'm thinking we pulled this off."
Rubbing her eyes, she hunched over in her seat as she waited for her vision to clear.
"We need to decide what we are going to do with the woman before we leave. If that spider falls outside my radius she will go rabid and probably bite her."
One corner of her mouth turned down as she pursed her lips, but she didn't look at him. Her eyes were fixed straight ahead, sightless as if her were blind.
"...Yes... but I can only be in one place... at one time."
She'd set up a small network of spiders to act as a safety net of sorts, though. Even though she could only visually be in one place at one time, she could still hear what her other spiders were saying.
When one completely vanished, she disengaged from the mercenary swiftly, switching to another that seemed to be struggling with something.
"... He knows." She ordered that particular spider to flee. Jumping spiders were capable of leaping pretty far, so it wasn't hard for her to escape the small horde of cockroaches. Unfortunately, she was forced to send it fleeing in the opposite direction, not wanting to draw attention back to her location.
She snapped back to herself a moment later, before turning in her seat and casting a wary look around. The spiders within their direct radius hadn't encountered anything as of yet, but that didn't make the situation any less dangerous.
"His bugs are going after some of my spiders already. The outskirts of our bubble." Specifically, those closest to the Howard building... Was he trying to take out her scouts?
Muttering something about how much of a @#$%& Roach is, Megan shifted back to the spider within the room. The conversation had escalated a bit, but it seemed as if their unwilling mercenary was doing an okay job at defending both herself and the situation. Given that most of her story was made up, she made sure to stress that when they had moved to purchase the weapons Howard Jr had tried to haggle with the seller, and that Jacobi had gotten offended by the action. This had resulted in a scuffle between both sides, which had ended with Jacobi shooting Donnie multiple times, and then attempting to take cover from the resulting backlash within his van. When it had become apparent that his side was loosing, he had chosen to try and take the lot of them out with him by self destructing himself.
Megan heard bits and pieces of it, sharing a few of the more important ones with Saph.
A few more of her sentries disconnected from her, and she reluctantly pulled back into herself. "Gotta hand it to her. She'd pretty good at bullsh%$$ing."
"...@#$% monsters, you. Worse than who yore hunting."
Megan simply gave Saph a sidelong glance as he responded. Yeah, they couldn't be compared to Roach.
... At least not yet.
Once she had agreed, Megan dropped the act. She didn't need to be outwardly scary anymore.
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One trip downtown later they had dropped off their pawn virtually on the doorsteps of James Howard's estate, then retreated back about a mile to monitor the situation.
Seated in the car still, Megan made herself comfortable and let herself zone out.
She'd not only left the spider in the woman's ear, but sent a few in to monitor the situation from different angles. As she joined with one of her spiders, the mercenary had just been brought in and sat down in a chair. It looked like an office... and someone was seated at a large oak desk.
"Looks like it's about to begin."
From a dark corner within the room, one of her jumpers peered over the lip of a lampshade as a conversation started.
"...So, Napalm... tell me why I shouldn't have you shot like a dog right now, for failing to protect my son."
The man was dressed from head to toe in black. Black socks, black slacks and jacket, black tie, and a black collar poking out underneath. Black curtains had been drawn over the windows to the room, and vases full of large while lily's decorated any bare surface.
"...He's questioning why she failed her job... why... he shouldn't have her killed onthe spot."
These definitely seemed like the kinds of people Roach would normally deal with. Even all of James' men were dressed in black. The only other woman in the room wore a black, rimmed hat with a dark veil over her face.
Megan had the spider in the mercenary's ear wriggle a little, lest she forget it was there.
As they had expected, the woman was resistant. From behind, while Saph spoke, Megan's smile split into a grin. As soon as Saph signaled her to step in, one hand curled in the woman's hair, forcefully tilting her head back.
"Hi, I'm your worst nightmare. Nice to meet you!" Her eyes caught the light of the room just right, nearly glowing as she smiled down into the woman's face. It helped that her fangs had fully grown in as well. She wriggled them slightly for effect. It was obvious she was having fun with her role. She raised her other hand into view and turned her own eyes toward it, where her newest pet sat. "This little girl? She's that slow, painful death that was mentioned."
... Perhaps a bit more fun than was really needed.
"Have you ever had water stuck in your ear? Annoying, isn't it? Or, how about a damaged ear drum? Those really suck." On her upturned palm sat a dime sized spider. It didn't look all that threatening at first, until one realized that its fangs were a lot longer than normal, and it's head was slightly enlarged. Tiny, beady blue eyes stared blankly at the woman as Megan drew it in for a closer look.
"I can't imagine anything worse than that... 'cept for maybe something alive being stuck in there... Something capable of killing you in the most agonizing way possible." With an iron grip in the fire mutants hair, she forced her to tilt her head to the side and brought the spider in her palm to the woman's ear. Little Miss Rebellion fought her, as much as she could considering her current circumstances, and even uttered some very colorful phrases. Megan might have blushed, has she not been concentrating on urging her little spider into the gal's ear canal.
"...Ah! There we go. She's all cuddled up inside now. Can you feel her? Does it tickle?"
She released the woman all at once, allowing her to devolve in to cussing and shaking her head vigorously in an attempt to get it out. With a pleased expression on her face, she clasped her hands behind her back and headed around to stand behind Saph.