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.
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She shrugged. Common sense told her to just open up and fill him in on more interesting places to be, since she could just leave with him and find herself a more peaceful atmosphere.
... but that was too easy. She had her seat, her had her drinks, and if people were smart enough, she'd have some peace. It didn't matter in the long run if she chose to withhold the hand of friendship by refusing to budge. When he ordered his shot, she lifted her own drink, stealing a sip before he raised his.
"To all the idiots in this world, without em we would have no reason to keep drinking."
Yup. To the idiots. The slow, dimwitted, and dull. The sting of alcohol on her lips brought her eyes back to the mirror behind the counter, but nothing reflected in it captured her attention. She didn't know where the defining line between idiot, genius, or plum insane sat, but she was content to let herself stew in personal judgement for at least a little while. "Good luck with the headache, and finding more worthwhile entertainment.
Her sour mood, though still securely latched on, lifted a little. If anything, she was at least a tad thankful for someone to talk to. Someone that wasn't drooling into a cup, or spouting stories about his shiny new Lamborghini, anyway. She shot the man, Sylus, a genuine Megan smile. Complete with with a sarcastic curl in one corner of her lips, and a lazy wave.
She didn't realize that the baboon from before had come back into the bar. Which, was probably a bad thing. If she had been so inclined to pay attention, she would have noticed his friends too, and being in a bad mood, she probably would have chosen to abandon the bar altogether, rather than risk another headache.
...Alas, she didn't though. With her drink in hand, she sat. On edge because of the music, content because the alcohol was finally getting to work in her system.
The twenty five year old blinked, and quickly gave herself a once over. ...Nope, no odd protrusions, buck teeth, or horns. All was well. With a slight shrug, she followed along behind the younger girl, taking a little time to glance around at all of the new sights.
Honestly, she couldn't stop thinking about a certain Karate themed movie, and it was only getting worse and worse the farther they walked. It didn't even matter if it wasn't a proper dojo, she was running over lines in her head before they even got to the receptionist. Megan watched as Ami got them headed in the proper direction, and after watching the girl start to walk away, she bowed stiffly to the employee.
With a puzzled look following her, she scampered after Ami, grinning silently to herself. When the reached their destination, she hung back behind Ami, taking to remaining silent and watching.
"Hi there! We'll get started in about 10 minutes, why don't you guys go and get stretched out?"
Stretched out? Flashbacks to her days in Ballet burbled up, and she suddenly wished she had worn anything other than what she had chosen. Pursing her lips though, she nodded and headed off with Ami to find an open spot among those that had come for the class. "...Is this when we start waxing on and off?" Eying those around her, she stood awkwardly for a few moments, before copying someone else's stretch. When that got boring, she opted to fall back into the old pattern of Dancing stretches. Her muscles complained, as she had neglected to remain active for a good long while, but she managed to keep a strained look off her face.
She was set down (Strangely gently) and she zoned out. She couldn't focus on the sounds from behind, the yard below, or the odd grunting and sounds of pain coming from the guy next to her. An overwhelming sleepy feeling washed over her, and she was finding it hard to keep herself from simply flopping over and falling asleep.
“Megan, Wrap your arms around my neck and keep them there, no matter wait. Tonight…we fly…”
...Fly? She didn't know what the hell he was talking about. She made a point to mumble that thought incoherently at him as she forced herself once more to her feet and wrapped her arms around his neck. It hurt, but no more than the other various things she had been subjected to. Besides, it was a kind of muted pain now, probably because her body had finally caught up to her and flooded her with its own version of a painkiller.
She missed the short, odd prayer he mumbled. Instead focusing on clasping her hands together as securely as she could. The fact that he started running toward the edge of the balcony didn't bother her at first, until he climbed onto the railing... and she felt her legs dangle under her.
At that moment, Megan woke up a little again. Just in time for the both of them to hop out a little ways... and then shoot damn near straight for the ground. Her own string of curse words caught in her throat, refusing to budge past her heart (which had jumped up to join them), as they careened through the air toward the canopy covering the hot tub.
Two bodies proved to be too much for the canvas to hold against, and Megan soon found herself submerged. The shock of what felt like boiling water forced a jerk knee reaction out of her, and without giving her injuries a second thought, she flailed and pulled herself from the water before the man she had been clinging to inadvertently caused her to drown.
...Unfortunately, her towel had finally given up. " #$%*&! #$^%@!!" A few very colorful and choice swear words tumbled from her lips, and blue eyes landed on a discarded robe left hanging over the side of the hot tub. It was wet in some places from their rough landing... but at least the damn thing would clothe her more than a bath towel.
With the threat of those inside the building skittering out from within like an army of ants, she shot a pained glance over at the large house, and then swiftly around the yard. Hidden partially within the shadows, she spotted a gate. A gate that led out to a little back alley. With another curse, she hefted herself fully out of the steaming water, and leaned against the hot tub. With a nod of her chin, she pointed across the yard. "Back gate..."
The help was appreciated, and very much needed. The only problem came from when someone else joined them, and he had to put her back down. The wall held her up for a few moments as he darted off, but after that she felt her knees give out entirely. The deep, burning pain at her side was part of the reason, exhaustion the rest. As she waiting, gasping quietly, she reached over to inspect herself. Her ribs on that side were definitely bruised... if she didn't wake up black and blue in the morning, she'd call it a miracle. Whether something was broken, or fractured though, she couldn't tell. It hurt to breath in and out, and simply standing had become unbearable.
Her forehead dropped against the rather cold wall, and she let her eyes slip shut. The sounds of brief shouting, and a grunt, some thudding, and then a door being slammed shut. She wasn't aware what had happened, and frankly, didn't care. Sleep was tugging at her, calling softly for her to just let it drag her into unconsciousness.
Megan was vaguely aware of being lifted, if only because it sent a jolt up her side. Strong arms held her, and she didn't bother to protest or wiggle. Whatever happened, happened... right? Her head rested against his chest, she clung to the coattails of her muddled senses, and just let him take her wherever it was they were going....
...Which was off the balcony, oddly enough. What Vicente would surely notice as he closed in on the balcony, was that the glass doors were wide open. Being the top floor, and completely sealed in every paranoid fashion, it got quite hot up there. Especially in a room full of running technology. The second thing he would probably notice, is that the balcony led to a gated back yard. Down on the ground lush bushes, elegant trees, and exotic plants had all been packed into the average sized yard. A little stone path led from the back doors to a canopy covered patio. Hidden from the elements under the weather proof canopy was a rather large hot tub, and a short wooden bar for entertaining guests.
It was a pretty long fall from the top floor, and had Megan been alert enough to notice what the Assassin had planned, she might had freaked out a little. Luckily for him, she was fading in and out, and was mostly unaware of what he had planned. All she knew was that each stride hurt, even with him holding her tightly, and that the breeze on her skin felt just wonderful...
Behind them, with a collaborative effort, a small army of goons set about busting in the door, all armed to the teeth with various weapons. It didn't take them long to dislodge the plant stand and force their way in. Whether they made it in time to catch the 'Loose guests' or not, was soon to be discovered.
She damn near went cross eyed trying to keep the gun in her sights, but after a moment had to abandon it because of a looming headache. Instead, she let her eyes widened, and opened her mouth to let few well places stutters fall from her lips. She caught sight of movement behind the man, however, and stopped herself short.
“Boo,”
A manic grin curled her lips. She didn't even need to answer his question! What luck! Squeezing her eyes shut and turning her head, she shielded her face with a hand as Rafael.. er, damnit, Vicente, took care of the few remaining men. It was a blood bath, she was sure, and she didn't want to look. It wasn't until the sounds of screaming stopped that she dropped her hand and let herself lean heavily against the wall.
Was it over now?... Could she go home and sleep for a few months?
"Come on, I’ll get you out of here.”
Her eyes had just slipped closed. One blue eye cracked open, and with the light from one of the flashlights illuminating him from behind, he looked like a solid, man shaped wall of darkness before her. She would have eyed the hand, probably a little suspiciously, if she had been able to focus on it. Instead, she grinned, wincing as her injured bottom lip complained. "...Guess i'm not the only one who gets people into trouble, huh?" She didn't even have the energy to laugh.
Her eyes adjusted finally to the darkness, since she no longer had a flashlight blinding her, and she noticed the outline of his hand. Weakly, she reached out to take it. "Sorry... didn't really help much... " She had probably only made it worse, somehow. She was well aware that she had a tendency to do that. With the current condition she was in, it was certain that she was going to be nothing but dead weight, as she felt like sitting down and falling asleep right where she stood. Really, the only thing keeping her up on her feet was the wall, and once she left that, maybe the Assassin.
With a grunt, she pushed herself away from the wall, one hand keeping her towel in place, while the other gripped his hand. She swayed on her feet for a moment, before managing to catch herself.
At the other end of the hallway, where the door that led downstairs sat, the sound of locks slowly clicking out of place could be heard. Megan didn't notice it, she was having too much trouble just forming her own words and standing at the same time. From downstairs, a skinny man in a suit emerged with a newspaper in his hands. The merry tune he was whistling stopped the moment he noticed the lack of lights, and he paused on the stairs.
Then, just like in any good horror film, he called out, "...Eh... Bones?.. Teddy...?" The darkness wasn't a good sign, but since no one downstairs could have possibly heard the commotion that had happened, he was unaware as to what had happened. "...Montoya..?" He called out again, apprehensively.
She was unaware of the weight being lifted off her. Nor did she heard the sounds of screaming, gnashing teeth, and struggling. Though her eyes were half open, she wasn't all there. The last bit of oxygen in her lungs was quickly being burned away, but she wasn't moving...
A few tense seconds after Bones had been removed from her person, she gasped and jerked back awake. Her head swam and she wasn't sure what was going on for a few moments. Then, all at once, her sense returned to her. She gripped the scalpel still in her hand with a renewed strength, and pushed herself up onto an elbow. A lone beam of light flooded in, casting a glow on her legs, she was swift to pull herself out of it's path. After letting her self wake up fully, she cast a weary eye around the room. The guy was gone... the metallic smell of blood hung heavy in the air... and her towel was falling off again. She darted for the door, hissing through her teeth, before the voices of her children stopped her in her tracks. Someone else was in the room with her...
Whether it was her still fuzzy state of awareness, or the fact that she was in too much pain to really pay attention to anything, she turned and pressed her back to a wall. The little ( and now obviously pathetic to defend ones self with) blade was hefted out in front of her as she hiked her towel back up and glanced around. 'Who is it...? She questioned the spiders silently, while trying to stifle the little grunts and pants she couldn't help but make.
The answer that came back only served to confuse her more. Scary mammal meatbag male... After a moment of silently question whether her brain had been broken somehow, a thought struck her. Meatbag... that was the name the spiders had oh so affectionately called Rafael the last time. She didn't bother to open her mouth and ask any questions just yet, deciding to just go with her hunch and make her way to the flashlight. Outside of her room, she couldn't hear thing. Megan sent the handful of spiders she had left, those that hadn't been neatly flattened under her by Bones, out into the hallway to scout. Meanwhile, she tiptoed around the corner to retrieve the flashlight. She shined the beam into the opposite room first. The chair was empty, and when she dropped it a little lower, she saw that the twins had been...er, taken care of. With a wince and a wrinkle of the nose, she turned and shined the light back into her own room.
What she came face to face with however, made her damn near jump out of her skin. "Sonofab*tch!" A horrid, monster like, rat headed, bat winged man was standing over the body of... bones, as it turned out. Who wasn't moving, and was a right mess. Her initial fright vanished, and she sighed heavily, hissing again as the action screwed with her injuries. "Ow... damnit... I think I liked you better with the cat face..." The rat head was.. kind of disturbing, and the wing arms just made the whole thing worse. Had she never met him before, she probably would have wet herself a little at the terrifying image he made up. Considering she knew him though, she was less shocked, and more ready to keel over from exhaustion. She was tempted to shine her light on him directly, maybe throw out a snarky comment or too, but when she tried to put any thought into it she just didn't have the energy.
She had been low on fuel before she had bothered to show up on his doorstep. Now... now she was running dangerously low. The want for revenge and all of the anger that had previously been fueling her washed away, and she dropped to her knees. Instantly a weakness overtook her, and Megan found herself shaking and unable to stand again.
From out in the hall, she could hear the sound of a door open, and a second later the sound of a bullet being loaded into a chamber. Megan's attention was brought swiftly back to the situation at hand, and though it was damn near agonizing, she forced herself to stand. Not that she'd really be much of a help. Her position beside the door was a bad one, and she knew it, but if she tried to move she would too much noise and alert them to her position. The twenty five year old tried to listen for footsteps, but couldn't hear any. Then, without any warning, a flashlight clicked on and she was blinded by it's beam.
"It's the woman... Drop the knife!"
She was kind of surprised that they hadn't just shot her the moment she had been spotted, but, since the attention seemed to be pinned on her, she did as she was told... if painfully slow. Her hands rose from her sides, the knife glinted in the light, and she glanced off into the shadows briefly. Then, the blade fell from her hand and she adopted a frightened, mouse like expression. "Please... please don't shoot me. I'll do whatever you want..."
Each gasp brought in equal amounts of air and water. It was starting to become hard to spit it all back out and the oxygen her body needed. As Teddy dumped the last of the first bucket on her, she got a moment to suck in a lung full of air, as he turned and reached for the other one.
Then, all hell broke loose in the other room. A roar so powerful that it shook the twins in the other room rang out, and Bones' head snapped up. Teddy paused mid lift, water sloshing out of his bucket onto the floor, and stared through the window at the spectacle as it unfolded. "Get in there!" Bones hisses, turning and pointing over his shoulder at Teddy. The nightmare giver didn't hesitate to follow the orders, dropped the bucket and ran out of the room, just as the lights flared and flickered, before finally dying. Pitch darkness fell over the entire top floor, and from out in the hall swearing and shuffling feet could be heard. Megan only spared a moment to order her kids to bring her the weapon they had stolen, as Bones was more than a little distracted.
Megan shifted so that her ribs were not being pressed into the table, which brought the man's attention back to her. One muttered curse word later, and the hand around her neck started squeezing. His other joined in, and suddenly she was unable to breathe. Panic sprang to life in her chest, and she thrashed harder. Something bumped into her elbow as she struggled, it felt like little fuzzy legs. Her spiders... The twenty five year old turned her hips and reached over, desperation driving her to ignore the pain the motion brought. Her fingertips found the scalpel first, but she didn't feel the bite. She scooped the small blade up in her palms, and stabbed at the arms holding her down.
A hiss of pain in the darkness signaled that she had hit, and without waiting to see if he would pull away, she struck out again. The second slash caused him to drop a hand from her neck and step back. It had sliced neatly into his collar bone, deep enough for blood to flow freely. She managed to wiggle away from the other hand, gasping as she sucked in a glorious, beautiful breath, and dropped to the floor. On all fours she tried to crawl away, another livid curse in the darkness followed behind her. A brief flare of excitement filled Megan from within, at the prospect that she had gotten away. Then... anger. Hot, overwhelming anger. The trauma of the vision that had been inflicted upon her, for what felt like ages, came flooding back. Her arms shook, and she sat back on her heels. The man in the room with her had been responsible, she had told herself that if she had the chance she would make him pay... The blade gripped in her hand was a cold reminder of that promise, and as a slow, boiling rage slowly overtook her, she set about imagining all of the terrible things she would do to him. She wanted to stab him over, and over, and over... right in his smug, stupid face, and not stop until she was covered in his blood and he was unrecognizable. She would make damn sure that it was ten times worse than what she and Allison had done...
But, just as she started to get to her feet Bones stumbled directly over her. She raised her knife to stab at him again, but he was faster. A hand latched onto her wrist, easily overpowering her, and she felt him drop down onto her. Her delusions of teaching him a lesson evaporated instantly, as he straddled her and a hand was once again pressing down on her neck. The squeezing, terrible pressure on her bones returned. She squeaked, kicking uselessly, and as she was overwhelmed with the unbearable pain of his mutation and the slow depletion of oxygen, she could feel herself slowly starting to fade out. The usual fuzzy blackness at the corners of her vision were non existent in the darkness of the room. Instead, she started seeing flashes of different colored lights. Her body kept getting harder to move, her hearing was slowly vanishing. Megan felt her heartbeat in her ears, and as the sounds of her own struggling were muted, she blacked out completely...
She could hear him speaking from the other room. It looked as if he had finally woken up. Though she wanted to grin, and see if her previous words would indeed come true, the sounds of him being zapped kept her eyes firmly planted on the ground. She didn't need to see someone she knew get tortured... As much as she hated the man, there was a certain fondness for him at the same time. He was dangerous, violent, annoying... and yet vastly entertaining to be around. With all of the chaos already running through her mind, she didn't need to add his pain to the list right yet.
Teddy, though, had other plans. His fingers found it's way back into her hair, and he lifted her head forcefully. "It's rude not to watch, you know, we put alotta effort into putting this little show together." His other hand gripped her chin and forced her to look through the window. She started to close her eyes, but a whispered warning against such a thing stopped her. "You close those eyes of yours, and I'll just have to cut your eyelids off."
Bones jerked on her arms, earning another soft, pained cry from her. Inside the other room, one of the twins was toying with the dial that controlled the chair. The grin on his face was possibly the most sadistic thing she had ever seen... The other twin turned away, walking across the room with a shiny metal blade in his hand. He stopped by the table, setting the saw down, and picked up a dull, worn out looking hammer. It was medium sized, and stained with little flecks of crimson around the hard to scrub edges. With a grin, he turned back and joined his brother at Vicente's side. The other twin flipped the chair off, chuckling softly.
"Anyone else smell seared rat?"
In Megan's room, she watched the scene unfold mutely. She had seen (and done) worse, honestly... but to people that she knew deserved it. She wasn't quite sure if she could count the Assassin among those types just yet. "Wait..." She rasped, her voice trembling slightly. "...I... I want to say something before this goes any further..." She hissed in pain when Teddy released her, and Bones allowed her to drop to the floor. It was both a relief, and torture. The men stood silently on either side of her, Bones lifted a hand to halt the Twins momentarily ([/i]which they didn't look pleased about[/i]) and she struggled to come up with something to say through the mass of muddled thoughts in her head. She just needed to stall them, give Rafa--... Vicente, a little time to figure things out on his own end, maybe.
Every cheesy, over the top movie line popped into her head all at once, and she struggled to choose one. She could claim to love him... maybe that would take some of the attention from him, and back onto herself? Or... she could ramble on about how she would never forget him, or about how much she really, truly hated him. In the end, sh recalled something he had once said, oddly enough the last time she had seen him...
"You think yourself men..." She started, her voice low and soft. Bones was forced to lean down a little to hear her. So, she raised her voice, though it hurt like hell to put any power in her words. "... You tie him up and torture him, because you are afraid of him. If he was unbound, none of you would stand a chance... Only cowards threaten a bound man." She echoed his own words, grinning like mad, and locked her eyes on him through the window. It was bound to get her another elbow in the ribs, but hell, it had been fun to say...
Before anyone reacted, she heard the soft mumbling of her spiders, The group she had sent off had found a little blade, wrapped silk lines around it, and were in the process of dragging it off the table. They skittered onto the underside, the scalpel they had snagged dangling from under them as they clung upside down, in the shadows.
Teddy snorted, and stood. "This b!$@% talks to much, I'm gonna go get the bucket." Bones gave a little nod, before latching back onto Megan's arm. She was hauled to her feet again, and carted off to the table. The few instruments lingering on it were swiftly knocked from it's surface, out of her reach. Bones' grip switched from her arm, to her throat, and he pushed her back roughly onto the table. Behind him, Teddy waltzed back in... The man still had a little bit of a limp from her last attack, but the grin on his face was proof that he was no longer bothered. In his hands, he carried two sloshing buckets of water, and a clean, white rag. Neither of the men noticed that Teddy had neglected to shut the door. The hallway outside was empty, as every other body in the building had either gone downstairs, or was in the third room, watching the monitors and chatting like a group of football spectators.
Megan struggled to push the arm away that was holding her by the throat, but the pain from her side made it nearly impossible. She just didn't have the strength to physically make him move. Bones turned and took the rag from Teddy, looking to make sure the Assassin in the other room could see, before he plopped it over Megan's face. Before she knew what was going on, Teddy started pouring old, dirty water from one of the buckets over her head. The instantaneous feeling was like drowning as water flooded her nostrils... She gasped for breath, kicked and thrashed, but was unable to make the situation any better...
Suddenly, she was kissing the floor. Megan wriggled and squirmed, but the arm twisted behind her back kept her securely pinned down. Still, it didn't stop her from growling at him.
"Well excuse me for not wanting to put up with annoying, needy hussies! Just because you have to be nice as pie doesn't mean I have to!" She growled, hissed, and thrashed, trying her best not to appear as weak as she felt at the moment. "Lemme go, or so help me i'll kick you right in the dangly bits!"
The two girls remaining glanced at each other, nodded in unison, before the one in the bone bikini pulled a camera from between her cleavage. "We'll forget this ever happened if you take picture with us... and give us autographs." The one dressed as Aura checked her mouth to make sure she wasn't bleeding, and nodded. "Yeah!"
Megan scoffed from her place on the ground. "Oh, woe is me~! Everybody feel sorry for me because I was acting like a tard and it came back to bite me in the ass! Boohoo~"
She was more of less ignored by the girls, who were grinning from ear to ear. "We want you to pose for a picture of us defeating you." They snickered, and the busty one whipped out a permanent marker. "And then we want you to sign our chests!"
The superman comment made her grin widen, and she chuckled. The guy knew how to take a jab at his pride gracefully, as well as dish them out. She couldn't really say the same for herself. A little jab when she was in the wrong mood could get a drink thrown in your face.
Thankfully, she had already finished her's and was still waiting for the refill.
"I'd be p!@$ed if I were in your shoes." She started, in response to his excuse as to why his friend wasn't present. She didn't need to put any more thought into his answer than normal, he was just a strange new face, after all. "There's no excuse for dragging anyone you like off to a place like this and then not even bothering to show up on time. Poor manners, If I do say so myself."
The bartender snatched up her glass and refilled it swiftly, just in time for her to snatch it up and hold it up for him to see. "Ladies night. The music might suck, and the people may be awful, but at least the drinks are free." She took a little sip before setting back down on the bar, careful to arranger it in the center of her coaster.
"Unlike most of the herd in here, I don't come to places like this to socialize. I come to drink until people are no longer overbearingly annoying, or, as you put it, to put myself to sleep."
She paused after her commentary to glance over her shoulder at the bar full of twenty-somethings. Many of which were to stupid, or drunk to even count as people anymore... in her opinion, at least.
"Prolly won't be here much longer. Until my headaches all the way gone, at least..." She glanced at him from the corners of her eyes, since she had turned her head back toward the bar. "I say you ditch this friend with poor taste of yours, and go find a more entertaining place to be."
She mas dash was short lived. Something hard, and very, very painful bit into her side with a sick thud. Something cracked and it knocked the wind from her. She was sent flying to the side until she skidded to a halt on the floor.
Thankfully, she managed to avoid landing flat on her back, as her new brood of children was hidden behind the lower part of her towel. Unfortunately, she also landed hard enough that she caught her mouth on the hard floor, and her split lip re-opened. She struggled to keep her towel on, grasping the top with both hands and set about forcing herself to breathe. The most horrible thing about having the wind knocked from you was the five or so seconds where your lungs just refused to work again. It always felt like a slow suffocation, and it was rather unpleasant.
Another unpleasant thing was having one of your ribs broken. The act of being hauled to her feet set her side ablaze with a new kind of pain. She didn't bother stopping herself from grunting this time. It only intensified too, as he set his annoying power into motion.
Megan was not a fan of this kind of pain. Not. A. Fan.
It was hard to breath, hard to stand even, and with the pressure on her arms and body slowly getting worse she was finding it hard to concentrate. Bones turned her to face the large window where the twins were waiting. She dribbled blood from her lip across the floor, a trail of red, and behind her a hand full of Wolf spiders dropped out from under her towel. They skittered past Teddy as he regained some of his composure, and attempted to stand again. "Goddamn B!%@$..."
They made a bee line straight for the table and it's many metal implements, working directly on orders from Megan, to find something sharp and small that she could use to defend herself.... If she ever got the chance, that is. She was in a mighty amount of pain at the moment. Each little jerk and squeeze left her wanting to double over... but the guy had a secure grip on her. She wasn't allowed to fall to her knees or anything. Instead, she was forced to grit her teeth, bite down on her tongue to keep from moaning with each new spike of pain, and watch as the twins in the other room set about doing whatever it was they had planned.
Teddy, once he had himself on his feet, joined Bones. He stood at Megan's side and sent a swift elbow into her ribs. The resulting pain tore another short howl from her. She let her head hang, eyes squeezed shut, and bit down on her bottom lip to stop herself from whining. That was the last thing she wanted them hearing from her, pathetic whining like a dog. More blood dribbled out, running little tracks down her chin.
The spiders still on her person sat waiting in the hollow of her back. Crouched Widows, a few more Wold spiders, and a Jumper or two. She didn't know what she was going to do with them quite yet... but figured she would already be dead before she got to used them, or at least incapable of doing so.
The screaming stopped when Teddy's fingers left her scalp. The feeling of Trent's fingers on her skin still lingered... a ghostly, imaginary touch. It sent shudders through her anyway. She quieted as the vision vanished, soft sobs and anxious panting. It wasn't until Bones stopped speaking that she was able to gather her wits to her.
It had only been a vision... only a figment of her own imagination. She could still feel herself reeling from the effects, from having Teddy's damn mutant fingers wiggling around in her brain. A swift, vengeful anger immediately overrode her fear. She shivered and shook, but her cheeks reddened with anger to the point that she could feel their warmth. She could take a hit or two, yeah.. it hurt, but it would stop eventually. She could take dumb questions and unfunny jabs at her appearance... but she could not take them messing with her head. That wound was still raw and festering. It hurt to even think about, and to have them flaunt it right before her eyes?
She wanted to kill them. More than she had ever before, she wanted to make sure they suffered painful, horrible deaths.
>>“Now, that we are all on the same page, Tell me what you know about Vicente, And leave out no details. If I get the slightest hint that you are lying to me, I’ll have Teddy here hold you again…for a full hour, instead of the 30 seconds that he just did. Do you understand?”
She dropped her hands from her face, fingers clenched into tight fists, and locked eyes with the man. More than ever before, they looked alive. Filled to the brim with angry tears and a very passionate hate. "You stupid, dumbsh*t motherf#%$er... you really think that man would be attached to anyone? I can sit in here all day long, screaming while you f@!$ with my brain, and he won't so much as flinch. I'm nothing to him! You're wasting your goddamn time!" The laugh that flew from her was so bitter and filled with hate that it suprised even her. Blue eyes locked on his for a moment, her grin curled into something maniacal, and she giggled.
"I didn't even know his real name until just a few minutes ago..." Her laughter doubled, and her wrists strained against the cuffs binding her hands together. "You wanna know what I know about him? Here's what I know... He's going to f@$%ing murder you when he wakes up. He's going to shove your head so far up your own a@$ you'll be seeing what you ate for breakfast!"
She threw her head back suddenly, straight into Teddy's crotch, with enough force that it earned an Oof! from him, and darted to the side. The room she was in had an assortment of it's own shiny torture implements. With her shoulder, she knocked Teddy out of her way, barely escaping Bones' out reaching hand. She was on her feet in a flat second, and racing for one of the trays on the table at the far end of the room. If she could just get a weapon...
Megan watched him, a lazy, unimpressed expression slapped onto her face. He talked like he knew her, or maybe her type. She doubted that, very much. Even if he did have a point, she was going to ignore it. Because aside from being a tad bit selfish, she was also annoyingly stubborn.
"Oh, and I suppose you will protect me from this harsh, terrible world? Please." A half smirk touched her lips and she shook her head. Aside from the preachy words he had thrown her way, he seemed alright. If he wasn't after tail, or looking to moan about some sob story to her, then he was alright in her books. Someone to sit and drink quietly with... or maybe even talk. Maybe. She raised her cup and chuckled. "I'd tell you to grow up, but.. well..." She chuckled, "..Here's to free booze, though."
Megan finished her glass swiftly, and slapped the empty cup back down on the counter with a happy sigh. Maybe she could actually have a good night, with Mr. Chivalrous at her side and a few more shots in her.
She let a dark eyebrow rise at the name he threw out at her and eyed him for a moment. It wasn't the most friendly of greetings... and she kind of liked that. He didn't bother with offering her a hand, and she wondered if he even expected a response from her. Her little smirk bloomed into a full blown grin, and she pushed her glass away from her, waiting for it to be refilled. He was becoming more fun to hang around as the seconds ticked by.
"...Chelsey." She answered back, just as aloof, and crossed her arms over her chest. She didn't even really notice herself throwing out a fake name... it was more or less a habit by now. Something she did whenever meeting new people, because anyone she didn't already know couldn't be trusted.
Really, she was going to have to try and break that habit some day. ... Maybe. (probably not)
"So... where's your friend the owner? He just dump you here and take off?" He hadn't been there that long at all, but she hadn't seen anyone chatting with him. Just... him. All by his lonesome. She pinned icy eyes back on him and waited, more patiently that she normally would have, for a reply.
>>“Don’t screw with people you don’t know, especially when you are in the predicament that you are in. You know why they call me ‘Bones’?"
The pressure was damn near unbearable. Now, she'd had broken bones before in her life, every kid who was good at being a child had... but she had never had to feel someone put enough pressure on her to break one before. Just a quick snap, and a swift ride to the doctor later. This, however, was completely different. Just the few moments that he squeezed on her were terrible. She had to bite down on the inside of her cheek to keep from uttering any sounds that would give away her discomfort.
>>"Because I’m so good at breaking them. But…it is obvious that physical threats won’t affect you.”
The pressure vanished instantly, and she slumped over a little. A few more smarty pants comments jumped to mind, but she was still too busy trying to push the feeling he had left behind from her arms. She was distracted, however, by the sights (and sounds) coming from the next room. The were force feeding him the rodent shake... It was gross enough that she wrinkled her nose and turned her eyes away, and she didn't understand in the slightest why they were doing it. Unfortunately, she didn't have much time to ponder on it...
>>“You know, you two aren’t the only ones with some…gifts, I was hoping to spare you some of that, seeing as you were just caught in the crossfire. But…if you won’t tell me your relation with Vicente de la Sangre, Then we’ll have to resort to more…drastic means.”
... Who the hell was Vicen--.... Oh. Things clicked into place quickly in her mind, and her eyes darted from Bones, to the newly named Vicente and back. So, he had been using a fake name the whole time? Smart of him... she really wasn't surprised. In fact, it would have surprised her more if he had given her his actual name, considering their attitude toward each other. ...But still, a little part of her was mildly insulted. She had slept with the man after all, and as it turned out she didn't even have a solid name for him. Well, until now, anyway. Her musings were interrupted by the other man man striding behind her. She half turned, ready to swing closed fists and all into one of his kneecaps... but he latched onto two handfuls of hair before she could manage it.
She was forcefully jerked back into sitting forward, and while her hands rose to pry his from her hair, Bones knelt before her again. She has just focused on him, when the pain set in... Megan wasn't able to stop sounds of discomfort from falling from her now. She thrashed harder, held in place securely by teddy, and after what seemed like ages... it stopped.
Tears had collected in her eyes, and though she willed them away, they stayed. With one eye cracked open, she landed tear blurred vision back on Bones and panted softly. She wasn't entirely sure how much more of that she would handle... Some kind of movement caught her attention from the corner of her eyes, and she glanced away from Bones. It moved, and she expected another person to enter the room... but it didn't open the door. It was black, a mass of shadow... and as it got closer she felt a chill wash over her.
>>“You see…Teddy here has a rather…nasty gift, When he touches you, he digs. Digs through every last layer of your mind and pulls out only the most terrifying aspect you can think of. The thing which makes you wet your bed at night. I can only imagine what you are seeing…”
The closer the shadow got, the easier it was to pick it apart. Suddenly, the pain she had just been in all washed away. Her eyes widened and the tears that had been clinging to her lashed fell. 'It's not real...' She found herself chanting inwardly, even as her heart beat sped up and she felt herself suck in a terrified breath. 'It's not real...! A demon from her past materialized before her, looking like he had crawled from the grave... just to say hi. Megan's whole body twitched, her lips trembled. "... not real..." She whispered... and then she heard it's voice. My little spider..
Something deep within her snapped. The last shred of control she had been clinging to since that dreadful night was torn to shreds as fear rippled through her entire body. The notion that this was an illusion, created by none other than the man holding her forcibly to the spot vanished, and she was left staring at Trent as he moved ever closer. Violently, she attempted to scoot backwards. Teddy's legs and iron grip kept her still. She cold feel herself starting to hyperventilate as each breath came in quicker than the last. "Stop it!" The vision knelt before her, Roaches head balanced on one knee, and he leaned in close. "MAKE IT STOP!"
"...I missed you."
A scream ripped it's way out of her without her knowing, or consenting. She squeezed her eyes shut and covered her face with her hands. When she ran out of breath, she sucked in another and shrieked all over again. Everything she thought she had dealt with, all of the raw emotions and regrets, came flooding back up to the surface. The boiled over. She didn't weep, as she should have done the night she had seen Roach die, she sobbed. Tears fell freely, and when the ghost before her opened it's mouth and spoke again, she screamed again to try and drown out it's words..