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.
The smirk widened slightly. "Granny needs to watch where she's going then, doesn't she?" Screwing the top back on her useless alcohol, she shifted it to the side and directed a bored expression across the room. "The day I apologize for anything is the day I die."
On the other subject, she waved a hand dismissively. "Nobody knows the specifics of my power 'cept for you and me." Roach probably knew some, but not all of the details.... but she honestly wasn't too worried about that.
She listened silently to him as he confirmed his resolve, all the while letting a feral grin crawl onto her face. By the time he finished she had both elbows propped up on the counter, and was cradling her chin in her palms.
"Great. Let's get this party started then."
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Thirty minutes later the mercenary was starting to come around again. Blurred vision and a terrible sense of grogginess hit her first, before she noticed that she wasn't alone. Someone was sitting in the chair before her, and there was a strange, toneless humming coming from off to her left.
"Morning, sleeping Beauty."
The woman seemed to snap out of it a little more after that, and tested the cuffs still securing her to the chair. Then, she leveled a glare at the occupant of the other chair.
"It's one of my rules. Deal with it." The comment was timed with a slightly lopsided smirk, and her standing up a little straighter.
She nodded in agreement at the rest, pleasedwith it. "One amendment: We don't put it in until after she wakes up. She needs to see it. Feel it. Otherwise she might not believe it's in there at all." She would create a special arachnid for the job, which would take a bit. With a sigh she rolled her shoulders and got ready for the process.
"If I create a spider small enough to fit inside her ear, with enough Venom to kill her should she break the rules we give her, it will live for at least a month." It could possibly live longer, but she wasn't about to hedge her bets on that.
"Depending on how this goes, if she needs to die by the end of it all I need is to give an order, or leave that three mile radius."
When he cautioned her on the possibility of things escalating, she couldn't help but laugh. It sounded strange to her... she hadn't laughed in a while. Her expression shifted suddenly to ones that was a little more normal on her face. Mirth, mixed with a little bit of sarcasm.
"See.. I knew visiting you in that hospital was a bad idea." She shifted slightly, dropping her chin into a palm. "The moment I contacted you then, there was no going back. Roach is looking for me even now. It's only a matter of time before I run into him."
She zoned out a little bit, checking in with a few scouts littered outside and around the apartments. She hadn't found any roaches so far, and thus still felt safe enough to remain for a bit longer.
"I came to terms with this path a long time ago... but I think you should ask yourself that same question." Focus returned to her eyes and she zeroed in on him.
"Are you ready to put everything you hold dear on the line for this? Are you ready for War?"
The look she was giving him as he explained could have been described as disenchanted. She waited for him to finish though, all the while fiddling with her bottle of scotch. When he finished, she sighed slightly.
"First off, I don't apologize. To anyone." She shifted slightly so she was leaning more on the counter. "Second, I'm not wasting any of my funds on trying to bribe some pawn to play our game. I've got more important things to spend it on."
Rolling her tongue over her front teeth for a moment, she considered his plan again now that she had cleared the air of a few things.
"I don't particularly like the idea of dropping her off right at her bosses doorstep, considering how close that puts me to a new potential enemy... but if we have to play it that way, fine."
"I propose that instead of trying to buy her off, or sweet talk her into seeing things our way, we don't give her a choice." Lifting two fingers, she tapped herself on one ear gently as she continued on. "I will send along a special scout with her, inside one ear. She will be aware of this. Should she choose to pin the blame of his son's death on us, my spider will bite her."
She sipped from her bottle, eyes shifted toward the room that held their captive. "I don't think they would be able to get antivenom to her quick enough to stop the neurotoxin from killing her."
"One problem we will have no matter what we do, is that in order for me to spy on this conversation, I will need to be within roughly three miles of them. And if i'm seeing what they see, that leaves me pretty vulnerable."
From her position over by the wall she watched the rest of the interaction with one eyebrow arched. Was it just her, or had he almost dropped character there for a moment?
Brushing that thought aside, she pushed away from the wall once their captive had been knocked out, waving one hand lazily with a silent command for her kids to scram. The spiders hightailed it out of the room as fast as their little spindly legs can carry them, while she meandered over to stand in front of the knocked out woman.
"James @#$%ing Howard, Bailiff. That meant that dude Jacobi filled with holes? That was little Donnie Howard. You know what that means?"
She simply stared at him mutely. Was it worth mentioning that she already knew James Howard had been connected in all this? "Wasn't aware he'd found anyone willing to spawn his awful genes." She reflected back to the very dead son, and frowned slightly. He probably would have been more trouble than he was worth in information, if he was some kind of cherished son.
She listened as he explained his plan, chuckling slightly when he cautioned that she wouldn't be able to kill the woman. Overall, it was a good plan. Sending one organization after another, and they would still be able to attack Roach from the sides.
"Sure, it sounds like a solid plan. But... there is an issue." Folding her arms across her chest, she leveled a dull gaze on him. "We need to have a concrete way to ensure that she gets to Howard alive. Roach for sure already knows what happened tonight, and if he doesn't know that we have this woman yet, he soon will."
She shifted slightly on her feet, "I'm betting that he wants her dead already... and if he's denied her death, he will probably try and find someway to spin this so that I am the one who killed James' son." There were also a few other scenarios she could imagine, but they felt less likely.
"Roach is on unstable footing as it is, so he will either cling to all he has left... or... try to take everyone down with him." Fishing out another of the small darts and her smaller air gun, she turned and shot the unconscious woman in the thigh. Didn't want her waking up and getting any smart ideas, after all.
She headed out of the theatrical room toward the small kitchen. "If we go with this plan we need to make sure she's dropped off virtually on their doorstep, and that Roach doesn't have a chance to find her before James Howard can her the story."
One short trip to the fridge later and she had a small bottle of scotch in hand, which she lazily sipped off of while collecting her thoughts. She didn't bother offering him any, either.
"What if she get's dropped off at a hospital, and an anonymous note makes it's way to James? If we choose an obscure enough place the chances that Roach will find her before James is low."
She wasn't terribly worried about the whole 'pay her for her silence' thing. If Megan cared at this point she'd have tried to cover up her face in some fashion. " I wouldn't bother with hush money. I'm rather hard to find if I don't want to be."
She sipped from her bottle again after a pause, "... And stop calling me Bailiff."
Barely, she suppressed a smirk at the woman's reaction. Truly a girl after her own heart. Her companion intended to step in there, and Megan let him. However, she didn't drop the woman's gaze until the fire mutant's attention was fully on Saph. While he got himself situated, she wandered to the side and leaned against a wall, still in full view of their prisoner.
Said prisoner was now leveling a heated glare in Saph's direction, though it was hard considering he was still wearing the mask. "And why should I be scared ov yew lot, eh? I've worked wiv mawer badass folks van yew befawer. What am I gonna get fer puttin' me life on da line 'ere? Nuff said, yeah?"
Around that time it could be noted with a close eye that there were small, dark shapes entering the room via the door and from about the cracks of the boarded up window. In total, about 50 slightly larger than normal black widows had been called in, and would gravitate naturally straight for the chair.
"...I would think about your answers carefully, from here on out." Megan was casually glancing at her nails, while waiting for larg-ish hollow fangs to grown in on either side of her mouth. It would only take about ten minutes or so.
The woman paused, glancing between Saph and Megan, before her eyes landed on the first spider crawling lazily up her foot. She cursed, unable to kick it off with her feet currently locked to her chair. She couldn't burn the damn thing, either, unless she wanted to set her whole self on fire.
The spider vanished under the cuff of her pant leg, and a moment later she felt the painful prick of a bite. The woman cursed again, and tried to shake the spider off of her. Soon after, she noticed more of them creeping in on her. "Call yaaahr beasts off! Call 'em off!"
"One small bite isn't likely to do much. You'll feel intense pain... nausea, maybe the leg will cramp up..." She paused, reaching up to feel the small fangs poking out of her cheeks. "Just one bite isn't a worry.... but a lot of them, now... that is something to worry about."
The fire mutant snapped her head in Megan's direction when another spider began it's trek up her other leg. "Lor' luv a duck! Alright, @#$%!" Her gaze snapped back to Saph, "James 'oward... Now call da @#$%& off ov me!"
Megan silently commanded her children to stop, and stop they did. Eerily, all the spiders froze where they were throughout the room, tiny icy blue eyes all pointed in the fire mutants direction still.
"It was James 'oward ter 'ired me on ter da job. Wan'ed me ter protect 'is son while 'e was makin' what deal wiv Jacobi.. What crazy son ov a @#$%&."
The eyes on her forehead had gradually started to vanish over the course of the journey and preparation. Her body was reabsorbing them in order to recycle the building blocks for whatever she decided to create next... and honestly she already had something else in mind.
The woman didn't move to respond to Saph's question at first, instead rolling her head slightly as she gradually regained the use of her body. Megan dropped down in a squat in front of her and rested her arms loosely on her knees, watching the Pyromancer in a hawk like fashion. Eventually the woman spoke, albeit mumbled and with a slight, hard to place accent.
"Don't know anyfink. 'ired independently."
The woman locked eyes with Megan. Vibrant red clashed with icy blue, but the spider mutants features remained blank... bored even.
"... Wanna know what my favorite thing about paralytic tranquilizers is?" She reached out quickly, grabbing the woman's left pinky.
CRACK
"... You can still feel every. Little. Thing."
To her credit the woman didn't scream. She simply sucked in a quick breath and gritted her teeth against the pain.
Two of Megan's eyes shifted to Saph, glinting eerily in the limited light. She was still mentally surveying the site, and had to struggle to form words in her distracted state.
"...Some survived..." A smaller spider tumbled from within her hair, landing on one shoulder in a flurry of motion. She reached back slowly into her duffel bag, digging for her camera. "Some weapons... bodies."
One of the spider eyes on her forehead shifted down to watch what she was doing as her hands fumbled to get the SD card out of the camera. A small sweat had broken out over her forehead from overexertion. Effectively being in two places at once put a huge mental strain on her. "...Pictures." She drew herself back, wiping some of the sweat from her brow as she turned her attention to the spider on her shoulder and let it crawl into the palm of one hand.
"Take this to them. Make sure the police find it." A little web to act like rope, and soon the spider was sent on it's way back toward the site of the explosion. It was then that Megan turned fully back to Saph, and dropped her gaze to the still paralyzed woman. She was silent for a moment, before she started to walk past them.
"... If you send me off with that woman alone, I will kill her." She locked eyes with the paralyzed mutant as she headed past, a terrifying sight considering how many reflective eyes were peering down at her. It's worth noting the poor woman was very much still awake, too. "...Slowly. Painfully."
She let that sink in for a moment before lifting her gaze back to Saph. She didn't necessarily mean what she said... she did intend on attempting to get some information out of her. But... she wanted the mutant to be terrified of her. Fear went a long way when it came to trying to get people to talk.
" I have a temporary place. It won't take long to get there." In the distance, the sound of sirens slowly grew closer.
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Megan's temporary home for the time being wasn't anything special. It was a concrete, single floor dwelling with a single bedroom, a small living area, and a tiny kitchen. She tended to choose places that were both cheap and easy to forget. She also hadn't bothered with a whole lot of decoration... she never tended to stay places long nowadays.
After showing Saph and their prisoner in, she headed straight for what was supposed to be the bedroom. Instead, one would find a blank room with a boarded up window and a single metal chair webbed to the floor in the center of the room. There were also suspicious dried stains spattered around the floor and walls. She liked to think they added character to the room.
"You can put her in the chair." She nodded her chin in that direction, while dropping her bag by the door and rifling through it. She'd handcuffed the mutants hands together on the way over, and took it a step further by handcuffing her hands to the sides of the chair, as well as her feet. After that she left the room for a moment, and when she returned it was with a bottle of lighter fluid in hand.
With an almost bored expression on her face, she headed in front of the woman, popped the top of the bottle and began dousing her in the fluid. When she was thoroughly soaked and coughing, Megan was satisfied. "There. That should give you second thoughts on trying to turn into a human torch on us."
Said woman was starting to come out of the paralysis, as was evident by the minute struggling she had been attempting. The spider mutant glanced at Saph then, casually closing the nearly empty bottle of fire starter.
Saph took out the tires. Good. That made escape attempts harder. Megan tucked the small air gun away and headed in the direction of the Van. When Jacobi vanished into the back, however, she paused.
She took on that lost, distant gaze again as she checked in with the few remaining spiders lingering within the van. What she was as a flutter of movement. Jacobi on the phone... Jacobi angrily tossing the phone. Jacobi scrambling to put something together in a ru-
Her eyes widened and she snapped back into her own body. "BOMB!"
Turning, she bolted for her bag and snatched it up. She kept the eyes on the side of her head trained in Saph's direction, watching for movement between shadow and light. Once she had her bag she booked it in the same direction as him.
Quicker than she liked the deafening boom of an explosion drown out all other city noise, and she felt the shock wave smack into her from behind. It was powerful one, that was sure... Jacobi sure didn't want anything left behind as evidence.
Once she was a safe distance away she turned and let her eyes unfocused again, searching with any remaining spiders within the area for what could be left over.
The area was a wreck. The van was in flame, which lit up the surrounding structures with eerie orange light. Smoke wafted into the dark sky, and she could hear a ruckus within the area from nearby citizens becoming active.
But... she could also see that some of the weapons remained untouched. Bodies, both dead and injured scattered the area. When the police arrived that would have plenty or investigate still.
Megan rounded the side of the building just as they started for the van. She had abandoned the long air gun for a shorter version, and had already loaded a dart as she headed for the fight. Another guard from the buyers side moved to intervene with her, while another was scrambling to grab both the case of cash and any weapons he could hold. She aimed her next shot for the one attempting to get away with evidence. The dart struck him in the collarbone, and a few seconds later he dropped.
The other guy managed to get a couple of shots off at her, one of which missed, and two of which landed. Her vest proved useful at that moment as it stopped the projectiles completely. She only had to deal with the force from the blows, which caused her to reel back slightly.
She headed for cover before he could get anymore shots off and reloaded her weapon. She didn't want to have to resort to a regular gun, or her knife for this, not yet at least. She attempted to peek out from behind the beam and another bullet ricocheted off of the metal.
With a huff she turned to her next viable option and let her eyes become unfocused as she connected with the nearest spider to her. Above, on the second floor, she was seeing the guard from a different perspective. He was edging closer to her, hesitantly, while also attempting to keep an eye on the scuffle going on over by the van. He was also sparing a lot of side-eye glances at the stockpile of high powered weaponry his partner had been trying to lift.
When he turned to try and get his hands on a better weapon, Megan darted out from behind the beam and let her eyes return to normal. Her dart hit him in the back of the neck, and maybe a little too high. It was sure to be both painful and effective. She reloaded as she headed back out, stepping over his prone body.
Back at the van, even though Megan's spiders had made sure to lock it tight from the inside, Jacobi had managed to make himself thin enough to slip right through the cracks in the door and into the car.
The last of his men dropped as a well placed dart hit him.
Megan paused beside the body of the buyer and frowned. With a silent command, she issued orders to her children both within the car and out, as she watched the scene unfold through enhanced vision.
The buyer dropped several seconds after he yanked the dart from his neck and realized what it was. The paralytic concoction would incapacitate him for quite a while, and wasn't likely going to kill him. She'd measured an average dose for someone his weight.
Next, as Saph jumped into action, she snatched up another dart, reloaded, and aimed for the next target. They wouldn't know where she was shooting from right off the bat, being up so high. Eventually they might figure it out and blind fire in her direction, but she was hoping to take a few more out before that happened.
The Russian was quickly out of her line of sight, pressing himself flat up against his van. She reluctantly moved onto a different target, and pegged one of the buyers guards in the neck with her next dart.
While he inevitably fell, she reloaded and aimed for another. Just as one woman was activating a flame power of some sort, one of Megan's darts pegged her directly in the back of the thigh. The woman screeched in surprise and yanked the dart from her leg, before looking up in the general direction it had been aiming.
"Someone's up there!" The fire mutant swayed slightly on the spot, but shook herself and turned to try and join the fray where Saph was fighting. It would take a minute or two for the tranquilizer to fully incapacitate her.
Megan ducked back behind a metal bean and shouldered her air gun, before grabbing the strap of her duffel bag. Hunched down to remain as out of sight as she could, she headed to the side of the building, and began peeling off one of her gloves. Nestled in the center of one palm was a spinneret the size of a silver dollar, which would help her maneuver her way down the sides of the building.
She paused at edge of one support beam, pressing her hand against the metal to form an web anchor as she slung her bag around her shoulders. With her other hand free, she was able to ease herself over the side with her web acting as her support rope as she descended the building like a mountain climber.
Four eyes swiveled in his direction and she smirked slightly. "Very effective, though." She nodded her chin down at the people gathered below while lifting her camera back up.
"Two targets tonight, hopefully." The seller and buyer were chatting, and calmly at that. That probably meant things were proceeding as expected.
"The one on the left is the seller. Ties to Roach. He's one of us, and is impressively stretchable... makes it hard to land punches on him, and he can move his organs around to diminish most damage."
She snapped another couple of pictures quietly as someone from the back was motioned forward with a small black suitcase. Upon being opened it was clear that the payment was tucked inside.
"The one on the right is the buyer. No direct ties to Roach other than previous purchases from other contacts. He's also a mutant, and has a very complex rapid healing ability of some sort. Sluffs most damage like it's nothing."
The other handful of lackey's on either side were more or less professional guards. Some were mutant, some were human... none with quite the reputations of the first two.
Megan, having snapped some picture evidence of the sale, turned to tuck her camera away in her bag, before slowly un-slinging the long air gun from around her shoulders. With a quick once over to make sure everything was secure, she reached back to grab some of the tranquilizer filled darts she had prepared, and slid them into easy to access pockets on the front of her vest.
"Ultimately I would like to take the both of them alive... but, if that isn't possible we at least need the Russian." Glancing at him as he slid a dart into her gun, she adjusted her position into something a little more stable and settled the gun against her shoulder. "I'm planning on taking down the buyer first. He has the most likely chance of escape. The Russian... I have a plan for that. Are you ready or do you need a bit more time?"
Once she got her answer she would return her focus to her current target. Her shot was lined up with the soft tissue of his neck, which wasn't as protected as his core, and provided an easier route for the sedative to quickly integrate with his bloodstream. Once she took the shot the scene below would inevitably erupt into chaos. The Russian was sure to go for a quick escape, but would be sorely disappointed to find out that the van he had come in was locked from the inside. Little scurrying, eight legged creatures had seen to making it hard for him to leave so quickly.
The sun had just set, tucking itself out of view behind the skyscrapers to the west. Below, within the city, citizens were either tucking themselves in for the night, or getting themselves ready to head out into the flashier parts of town.
In this particular area, on this singular block, a group was gathering for something far more nefarious. These weren't your typical thugs, however.. nor were they out and about for no good reason. They had a plan. This was a meeting place. High powered, military grade weapons were being shuffled in various black trunks from twin black vans, into the carefully planned and prepared meeting area.
Construction curtains had been erected on a derelict site, where down pouring rain had put a stop to construction efforts for nearly two days now. And, with the forecast for the next few days projecting more precipitation, the building crew would most likely not be back for the next week or so.
It made a decent place to hold an illegal sale for a weapons cache.
Thought had even been put into when certain patrols were expected to pass by. The sale was due to take place between shifts.
Megan had been stalking this particular trade for most of the week. She needed solid proof of the sale; either from a physical piece of paperwork of some sort (which was unlikely) or from digital proof that certain people were involved in weapons trade under the table. This had led her on a very stringent investigative trail, following key faces within the trade for days at a time until she uncovered the when and where.
When they started to gather, she was already there. Perched at the very top of the tallest metal beam; watching from above on the skeleton of a building drenched in protective plastic and tarps. She quietly snapped a few pictures of the scene below; shutter off and flash disabled. She'd paid good money for a camera with a good quality night vision setting. In a duffel bag behind her were her various other tools. Binoculars, a handful of various weapons, and ammo. A long nosed tranquilizer gun was strapped to her back, with a short barreled version attached at her hip.
She pulled back from the camera, letting the light blocking fabric she's attached to the camera fall from around her face, and glanced at her watch again. She'd sent a text to Saph about an hour ago with specifics on where to meet and when. She hoped he would arrive soon, otherwise she would have to take matters into her own hands.
With a soft sigh, she returned her gaze back to the activity below. All eight eyes focused through the darkness on her targets.
She barely withheld rolling her eyes at him. "Don't over think things, stupid. I did't mean we're gonna take a trip back down memory lane here. I meant you are going to need to provide what i'm lacking in. Whether that means you get all of your little hero friends together and plan some kind of attack, or if you try and take this on solo is up to you." She headed for the window she'd come in though, stopping before the bench seat to look back at him.
"There is no right or wrong way to do this. It just needs to be done. Get it?" Megan spared another look at his door, which would still be more or less sealed shut. His current nurse was finishing up with his current patient, and would be on his way to check in with Saph soon. She couldn't stay long.
Turning her back on him she moved to open the window back up, then started to peel off her gloves. "I will contact you again once you are released. Expect an email... I will keep you updated on whatever information I find, and in turn I expect that you will use that information to take out key players in Roaches circle."
The few spiders within the room scrambled to her, heading out through the window first while she finished up. "I will also be keeping an eye on you, and the girl. If I feel like either of you are in immediate danger expect a call."
She paused, one boot on the bench and one hand on the window. "Oh, and if you don't hear from me within a few days, assume i'm dead." It was pretty much a game of cat and mouse now... she would be spending her time striking where she could from the shadows, while avoiding the giant bug at all costs.
Megan hurried on out, latching onto the windowsill with bare hands as she maneuvered herself over the ledge. She paused again, for the last time, just outside and glanced back in at him. "... I'm glad you are okay."
Then she reached up and shut the window from the outside, before maneuvering her way down the side of the building.
Megan squinted right back at him, before sighing and running a hand down up her face. "...ugh, I forgot how goddamn thick you can be sometimes."
She stood and stretched, before easing herself off his bed. Never mind that he was partially right, and that there may have been a small part of her really enjoying the whole ordeal. That wasn't important here.
"He was already my enemy. This is just the final nail in the coffin." She had't been looking at him while she spoke. Instead she'd been staring off to the right with unfocused eyes.
"I will find him again. I've got the upper hand on surveillance. And... as for a plan... well." She shifted slightly and crossed her arms. "I plan on taking out his contacts first. He's got weapons dealers he works with, networks of people willing to provide for him either because they respect him, or because they're scared sh!tless of him. Pull the wings off the fly and there's nowhere for him to run."
A moment later a jumping spider the size of her hand landed on her shoulder from above with a squirming roach impaled on it's fangs. She spared it a single glance before continuing on, while her spider settled down to eat.
"It should be very obvious how you can help me, and how I can help you. We've done this before."
She smirked, but it was empty of its usual gusto. "No use in that. He's most certainly already uprooted and moved somewhere else." She shifted slightly, trying to make her perch a little more comfortable. All it did was make the bed groan in annoyance.
"The tricky thing about this situation is that it's changing as I speak. We are currently in a game of chess that's reached a stalemate; neither side can really progress from where we are currently at." She knit her fingers back together and fixed her gaze directly on him.
"A piece must be willing to move forward to progress the game, even if it means that pieces is ultimately lost to the other side."