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.
She huffed. “I didn’t ask him. I got close enough to see if it was the right armor...” But... he did have a point. The metal bits of his suit were tailored specifically to him, and though her silk would stretch quite a bit, it wasn’t exactly a one size fits all deal.
”...That’s true... “ She turned her eyes toward whichever direction the booths might be... not really knowing exactly where, and pouted. It made sense to look there, sure.. but it would be a lot less fun than running around bothering random people. ”Lead the way.. th-”
Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of a costume from the corner of her eyes. A very familiar costume... and a giddy sense of child like wonder overtook her. She turned on her heel and practically dragged the Masochist with her, as she marched across the floor- pushing various people out of her way as she moved. Gently, of course. She Was in the presence of a super hero, after all!
”....it’s... the Blue Torch!... I can’t believe it!” Her inner fan girl went wonky, and she couldn’t stop herself from bouncing giddily. ”Do you think he’ll talk to me? Ohmaigod, I have to get his autograph.”
God... now her face hurt. Blinking back tiny tears from the good whack to the jaw she had received, she use the momentary distraction of the other girl's show of power to her advantage. With her back on the floor, she tucked her leg up and was able to reach the knife in her boot. The blade sliced easily through her bindings with a little pressure, and she immediately rolled over and lunged for the other girls bound hands.
"Two mutants...!" She corrected, and let fly a silent command for her children to wage war on the two men in the room with them. Her arachnids had managed to squeeze themselves into the room, sticking to the shadows along the walls. As one, the twenty black bodies dropped down onto the men folk below, hanging from silken lines. Their sudden appearance caught Tattoo by surprise, and he jumped back a little ways away... but Tubby didn't much care about spiders.
He ignored the mix of widows and jumpers, and latched onto one of Megan's ankles. The large man straightened, lifting her by the leg, and promptly starting dragging her away. Her blade cut the girls bindings easily, but she could do little more to help her. "Keep em' separated! Joe! Hey Joe, get in here!" Tubby half turned, shouting back toward the door of the room. Apperantly there was another with them, and he was somewhere outside. Megan pulled herself back around, and slashed at the hand gripping her leg. The man hissed, snatching his hand away, but the damage had been done. Her knife had left a good sized gash, and blood was already running in small streams down his arm.
The twenty five year old clambered back on all fours, before she found her footing and got to her feet. Her stun gun was across the room, on the table... but she had a chance to make a run for it...
So she did.
She shot past Tubby, who was distracted still by his wound, and circled behind Tattoo, earning his attention briefly in the process.
"I can't really stop ya can I. But I'm glad ya're around anyway. If you need a place to crash, the Mansion's always open. I take it you have another place to stay then? Do you live alone?"
Roach immediately came to mind... as well as the living situation she was currently dealing with. She... didn't think telling the boy about the odd ball mutant roommate of hers would be a very good idea. Roach was one of her favorite peop- er... bug men, but she knew very well that most didn't agree with his... personality. Or antics, for that matter.
"I do live alone right now... but I've been busy, so I'm hardly ever home anyway."
With the amount of time she spend every week bundling up silk to ship off, she was starting to consider it a full fledged job... and considering the success of her prototype vest the lasts time she had used it, she knew that there was a huge possibility that her job would be taking up even more of her time.
Recalling her vest, she rubbed at one shoulder. There was a lot of stuff that had happened since her last run in with the mirror walker... and she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to tell him about any of it. A lot of it was... personal, and everything else was just overly complicated. With a grin, she chuckled. "But... enough about me, kay? How have you been? What trouble have you gotten yourself in since we last spoke? Considering that she had dragged him off to let him out of a nice shiny pair of handcuffs the last time, she was more than a little curious.
Blue eyes landed on her old stolen bed, and she smirked. "...And how long have you been a couple? I recall you expressly not wanting me to ever meet your last girl.... Can't really blame you though, say... you guys didn't do anything on my bed, right? Do I need to burn the sheets?"
Having someones forehead rammed into the boney part of your nose was never a way to start off an introduction. However vile of an introduction it was intended to be. The man swore, reeling back with a hand to his face as the girl pushed herself out of the way and into a new, comfortable position on the other side of the masked woman.
Megan watched quietly, her lips curved a tiny fraction. It had been a solid hit! Cartilage and bone had been violently separated. Blood leaked out from between Tubby's fingers, and he turned and joined his comrade by the table to find something to staunch the flow with. Tattoo let out a bark of laughter at the girls antics. "That's the spirit! I love it when they act tough.... Go tend to your wounds, Terry. This one's all mine..."
Megan leaned away from the girl at her side, drawing one leg up to rest against her chest. Her spiders were closer, creeping into the building through various cracks and crevices on the upper floors, but she would still need time for them to get close enough to help her. She also needed the men folk to be distracted enough not to notice the twenty jumping spiders that would be scurrying down the wall behind her.
"Hell no! That B***h is mine!" Tubby started toward her also, neither man heeding the threat she had spoken. Both were far too pig headed to listen to a small girl, however venomous her words had been. "Heck no!" Tattoo swung around to face Terry. A short, annoying argument broke loose, in which neither man was willing to give up his claim on the girl. The spider queen eyed the piece of meat at the center of the argument, and wrinkled her nose in disdain. Men... how disgusting.
"There's enough of her to go around... right?" Megan butted in, her words veiled with a sickly honey. She didn't realize that she inadvertently broke up what was to become a boxing match of a fight, until both men halted the argument in order to listen to her. She inwardly swore, cursing under her breath when the attention suddenly shifted fully her way, two pairs of empty sociopath eyes digging into her, as if they had just remembered that she was present.
Tubby chuckled first, breaking the staring spell. "This one's funny..." He sighed, wiping his bloody nose again with a bandana he had found. "Fine... you can have the feisty one first. I'll take this one for now..." Tattoo beelined toward the other girl, and Tubby headed Megan's way. She swore again, and lifted the leg she had tucked up against her chest. She should have just kept her lips zipped, and let them duke it out. The heavy heel of her boot crashed straight into Tubby's left kneecap as he approached. It shifted and cracked, and the man buckled as it gave out completely. She brought her leg back again, and aimed another swift kick straight for his suddenly accessible chin.
The man caught her around her ankle, fingers digging in painfully- even through her boot- and she was jerked forward suddenly. The back of her head bounced against the pavement, and a shadow loomed over her. A moment later, a heavy fist connected solidly with her jaw. She saw stars, and temporarily lost track of what was happening...
Two lone bodies stood together, sharing a quiet moment to feed their addictions together as buddies. As team mates. One puffed at his smoke, while the other had finished his, and was flicking the butt away into the street.
She watched them walk, not through eyes of her own, but through the voices of her children. Tidbits of information on where they were going, how fast they were moving, and what was being said. As of yet, they hadn't made a single deal. No one apparently wanted to buy anything tonight, and that did not bode will for her.
This was her second attempt. Her chance at redemption... for the last time she had royally screwed up. Megan could not afford to fail this time, or she would very well have to admit defeat. And she hated giving in. From a few blocks away, she sat and waited. Her kids were keeping an eye on her targets, making sure that they were headed along the usual path. The route she had seen them take a few times before, the previous night. While she was struggling to keep the silk she had laid down from bunching in places, she heard whispered that they two men had successfully traded someone a small baggy of something, for cash. She grinned behind the stuffy ski mask she was wearing, and stood from her work. She only had a little while before they would arrive and she could spring her makeshift trap... she needed to be in position and ready.
Before long, her patient impatiences was rewarded. The two were within sight, sauntering calmly down the sidewalk. She hunkered down on the roof of the building they were passing, waiting for the exact moment when they were strolling past, to grip a length of silk in her hands and take a running leap off of the roof. Her rope was looped up over the neck of a nearby street lamp, which provided her singing leverage. Her trap had been set up so that upon jumping from the roof, she would pull on the silk and the net of web on the sidewalk be yanked up to cover and capture the dealers. Honestly... it sounded perfect in her head. She realized on the way down, when her line snapped taught and her grip was jerked a foot and a half down thanks to her own body weight, that it was more of a plan Wily E. Coyote would have been proud of... The line wrapped around her leg, sticking to her and itself, and it was torn from her grip, as gravity laughed and rudely reminded her if it's existence. She wound up hanging upside down, snagged in her own web from thigh to knee, staring blankly at the two rather startled looking drug dealers.
They followed the silk line with their eyes, finally noticing the thin silk underfoot, and speared her with angry, unbelieving looks. Had someone really just tried to snag them in giant snare net? Yes. The answer was doubtfully yes. One, who's heavy assortment of tattoo's and piercings were covered up with a pull over coat and a beanie, strode forward and popped her easily in the face. It was stupidly easy, he found out, to knock the masked person unconscious. Before they could question each other on what had just happened, and what they were supposed to do with the person who had just attacked them, they heard approaching footsteps and turned. A lone girl had stumbled up upon them. Normally, not a terrible thing. She was cute, even. But since they had some masked kook to deal with, they couldn't very leave any possible witnesses wandering around. The tattooed man his chin toward the girl, and his buddy started toward her, cracking his knuckles as he went.
~ An hour later, Megan awoke with a start. It felt like there was a massive knot on her forehead... and her hands were tied together behind her back. Before she could so much as glimpse her surroundings, someone gripped the top of her mask and pulled. Bleached hair fluffed out everywhere, black roots and all. She blinked icy eyes, wincing slightly as bright light blinded her. She was in a room... there was some other person next to her. A girl, she noticed, as her eyes adjusted to the flood lamps lighting the small room.
"Well well... another girly. We could fetch a great price on the market with these you, I bet." She jerked her attention away from the female at her side, to the man who has unmasked her, and scowled at him. "F***off, tubby." Her response earned a chuckle, and the man stepped away from her, turning to march over to a lengthy table and a few chairs set up against one wall. Aside from it and the lamps, the room was fairly empty.
"What do you say we test out the merchandise?" The other suggested, a sneer curling his lips. He was the tattooed one. Dragons and waves painted over arms and back, up neck and down chest. Megan twitched, and patted her back pocket for her stun gun.... of course, it had been confiscated. She could still hear her children... though faintly. It would take some time for them to zoom in on her position, wherever that happened to be. Until then... she was more or less down for the count. Her knife was tucked in her boot, unfortunately out of reach with two sets of eyes on her. She could do little more than sit and wait.
'Tubby' as she had named him, dropped Megan's mask and turned back, eyes landing on the other girl in the room. She was younger, and far prettier in many aspects. Crossing the room, he knelt before her and reached out with sausage like fingers to grasp her chin. "This one's mine. You can have the gutter punk over there, she's more your style anyway..."
Rook was a badass! Pure and simple. Megan went from staring down the group of thugs, to just staring at him. She had asked herself, 'who carries around a dagger these days?', and he provided the answer. A mutant, of course! And, apparently, one who was used to swinging around the giant sword of destruction it could turn into, too boot!
She could feel her children wake, shifting around in her clothes and hair. She honestly didn't know how the battle was going to go, but from the way it looked Rook was going to kick a lot of gangster rump. She was more than happy to be on his side, rather than on the other, for once in her life.
Brick boy launched into action, rushing Rook with the intent to mow him over with nothing but his size. While he moved, however, his arms twisted and reshaped into something completely different. A giant hammer on one side, and a good sized shield on the other. He angled the hammer to bring it down right on top of Rook, and kept his arm shield tucked closely to his chest.... Just in case that saw blade got swung at him.
Megan watched the whole spectacle on the balls of her feet, just in case she needed to move quickly. She caught sight of two of the others getting ready to jump into the action as well, and bolted around behind Rook. There was a good-sized ball of silk already in her mouth, which she was only too happy to send flying at one of the boys. It hit him smack in the middle of one shoulder as she neared him, and knocked him sideways. One ankle gave out on unsteady feet and the kid tripped, landing heavily on the shoulder she had webbed. He was stuck, so she turned her attention to the next guy.
The creepy one with black drool. God! Why'd she get stuck with him?! He had been about to launch himself into the fray of Rooks fight, trying to give the Brick man the upper hand, when he spotted Megan's little stunt and turned his attention on her instead.
She was a mutant, a spitting one. They had something in common! Grey lips peeled back to expose teeth stained black, and he started making an awful grating sound in the back of his throat. The twenty five year old raise a brow, her bat out and ready as she silently ordered her spiders to be prepared for action. The red eyed mutant stepped toward her, then opened his mouth and spewed (yes, spewed) a thick black liquid in her direction. She barely managed to get her upper half out of the way before it shot past her and sloshed across the pavement.
One of her legs, however, wasn't so lucky. The material of her pants up to her knee and her entire boot got caught in the blast. The goop radiated heat, enough that she hissed through her teeth. She snatched her leg away, bending it at the knee, and noticed that whatever he had gotten on her was sticky and had already dried into a rather hard substance. It was like tar!
The guy rushed her, red eyes gleaming, and she pushed her bat out in front of her. He latched on, and they stared at each other. Red eyes empty and cold, Blue eyes angry and cautious. "You just ruined my jeans, you @%#$@*$&!" The guy chuckled, and replied in a voice that was akin to car tires on gravel. "I'm gonna ruin your face next..."
Of the two left, the other kid (who had tried to attack Rook previously) whipped out a good sized knife and attempted to circle around behind the malachite wielding man. The other, the quiet one... just stayed put and watched. With his hands tucked into pockets of his jacket, dark eyes calmly, casually watching Rook take on the Brick mutant.
"Oh, don't get your panties in a wad. It was a little pinch, not a marriage proposal."
She started to lead the way toward where her spiders had pointed out the judge costumes, and snorted at him. "You don't want me saying I'm your costume designer, and yet you want to get a bunch of super nerds involved in finding the real thing? What, you think they won't pick apart the situation? Might as well just admit it right now, in front of everyone."
She kept her voice low, only loud enough for him to hear, and kept her eyes out for anyone wearing Judge gear. When she spotted the first, as he was walking away from them, she immediately abandoned the Masochists side.
"Hey! You there!" Half a dozen heads turned and looked at her, so she clarified a little. "... In the Judge costume!" She honed in on him, some plump kid, and picked apart the costume with her eyes before she even needed to ask. The metal parts were made of plastic, and everything else was cheap spandex. Not her work. She moved on without another word to the kid, who had turned to see what she wanted.
She spotted another, not far off, and relayed a question to her kids. They commented back, solidifying that he was a part of the little group they had spotted.
Circling back to the real life super hero she was helping, she took to helping him again. "They say there are a few over there, past that pocket of people.."
Blue eyes narrowed, and she glanced at the wounded man beside her. She was tempted to jam her thumb straight into his bullet wound. If he had a @#&!%*$ costume designer already, one who obviously knew what she was doing, why the hell did he need her still?!
She'd save retribution for later though. At the moment the annoying geek in glasses jumped in front of her, leaving her desiring nothing more than to plant her boot up his backside and leave it there. She could deal with walking around barefoot.
Instead, a picture was snapped and they were on their way. With new little VIP badges too boot! Megan scowled at hers, thoroughly unimpressed, and marched on with the injured Masochist in tow. "If you have someone to make you your damn costumes already, why the hell do you need me still?" She growled at him, once she was sure that they were a safe distance away from Mcmicrophones-for-ears.
Another from her batch of spiders radioed back in, and her head whipped to the left, searching the faces and randomly costumed bodies around them.
"There are a few Judges over there somewhere. A small clump of them, from what I can tell."
She glanced over at him, then, suddenly, without any warning what-so-ever, she reached over and firmly pinched his rump. "Also, why the #%$@ didn't you mention getting shot, you ass?! I can totally set you up with some bullet proof material I'm working on...."
The new, nice-as-pie intro, followed by a rather blatant statement about her plan stealing both caught the twenty five year old off guard, and forced a cheeky grin back onto her lips. Okay, so maybe Gawain had found a good one.. and she didn't need to launch into another 'Love is evil and kissing will get you preggers!!' speech after all. Reaching out, she took the girls offered hand firmly, and shook.
"Nice'ta meet'cha. Hope you know what you signed up for, Ami.. that one's a handful for sure." She pointed a thumb at the mirror walker, and stuck her tongue out at him.
Shifting her attention back to the 'handful' himself, her grin faded into a friendly smile, and she pursed her lips, pondering his question. She really hadn't been thinking about re-claiming her old territory... not forever and ever, anyway. "You know.. I hadn't thought about it."
She had her place with Roach, just as she had before... but it had really started to feel like home. She was used to the damn bug being there at random times, pulling elaborate or sudden stunts on her. She didn't know what it would be like to hang around somewhere less.... chaotic. Probably boring. She thought, before remembering just who her roommate was. What am I saying? There would never be a dull moment!
"I don't know about permanently... I think that would require me to actually start doing stuff here, wouldn't it?... I dropped out of school for a reason, you know, Cuz it @%#%$ sucked eggs. Pretty sure it'd kill me to have to start it all over again." With a shallow chuckle, she tucked her hands back into her pockets, and smirked.
"...Besides, would you even want me hanging around full time? Prolly something you two love birds should think about, because I guarantee once the spiders move back in you'll never have any alone time ever again... " A little chorus of silent agreement tickled at the back of her mind, from the children hidden in various places on her body. "...Doesn't mean I can't stop by and pester you for a while here and there. Maybe stay a few days and then you can kick me out for, bleh, couple time."
Megan stared at the note in her hands. Blue eyes a little concerned. Be back?... What was there to come back for?
Well... other than obvious things, she supposed.
Frowning, she set the paper down and hunted down her shoes, pausing for a moment before the giant windows in the living room. People were mulling around down below... specks of random colors from her vantage point... and let herself get lost in thought.
What was she doing?
Waking up in someone else's bed, after... well... It just wasn't her. She didn't need people like that. She was stronger than loneliness and pathetic affection. She had to be... And yet, part of her didn't fully believe it. Her momentary lapse in will was proof... as was the fact that she really liked her Roachy roommate. Somehow, somewhere on her journey, she had started to slip back into old habits. Giving unimportant people the time of day, sharing her inner self with others. Part of her was even beginning to recognized that maybe she needed Gregory more than she told herself she did. Definitely more than he needed her....
...and, maybe that was why she stayed. He was a constant pool of chaos, always shifting and changing. She could never keep up... and yet, he was always the same. Always good ole' Roach. She could rest easy knowing that of everyone one she knew, every single person, he was the least likely to go changing on her. The twenty four year old smirked a little, not really paying any attention to the people down on the roads below anymore. She was too busy looking past all of it, into herself a little bit.
Yes... Gregory would never change. He would always be a constant... and she liked that about him. She could admit to herself that he was a friend, hell... maybe that she even loved him a little, and she didn't have to worry about him turning around and proclaiming any such feeling back. Glancing back to the apartment she was standing in, she took a long, quiet look around. Maybe... maybe that was why she had stayed. Why she had stayed around Rafael at all. His younger self was... different, sure... but she knew the older version of him too. The one that didn't seem like he liked much of anything, aside from fights and snappy remarks. Maybe... in a way he was like Roach. Something that she didn't feel would change, and was therefore safe to be around. Though his younger side seemed softer, perhaps he was the same, deep down...?
If so... She could deal with that.
But... at the moment, she was still reeling from all of the new things she had experienced. She didn't know if she could stay, or if she even should. Seeing him again so soon after... it felt unnecessary. Wrong, even. She wasn't the type of person who wanted to wake up with someone in the morning. In fact... she was a little upset that he had beaten her to the punch of sneaking out. She'd have to get him back for it, somehow. Sometime... At the moment, her stomach growled. She needed to feed herself, figure some things out, and then suck up to Roach for bailing on Horse in The City time. Maybe she'd pick up the DVD set on her way home, so they could watch the episode she had missed?
Ugh... She hated feeling bad about things. Hated it. Turning to make her way out, she paused beside the living room couch and stared at the note she had left sitting on the coffee table. Maybe she'd leave him one of her own... something small, at the very least...
...Moments later, she set her pen down and maneuvered her way out, not bothering to keep up the act on her way out. They already knew her in a bad light... she wasn't in the mood to play anymore games today.
On the sheets of the bed in his bedroom, she had left a little neatly scrawled note;
'Next time, I will win a pillow fight!' With a line of numbers slapped underneath her tidy handwriting, which had been hastily and violently scribbled out, as if she had given it a moments consideration, and had chickened out on giving him her cell number.
She pouted. "Aww, ruin all my fun, why don't you."
Tucking her hands in the pockets of her coat, she dropped the act with a little bit of an eye roll, before a smile returned. "When am I not in trouble?" She shot back, in answer to his question.
"Really... I just wanted to stop by and see how you were doing. Figured it had been a little too long since I last showed up to ruin your day." Far too long... but, considering what she had inadvertently broken up, she was ready to call a job well done. It didn't get much better than roommates walking in on things, even if it was the guilty party doing all of the walking.
"As for the face thing, well.... that's a long, unimportant story. I'm doing just fine right now... really." It was the truth, however bizarre.... and she was perfectly happy with it. "Should I leave you two kids alone and come back later?" She shot the both of them a devious little smirk, and raised a brow questioningly.
She shrugged a shoulder lazily, fixing her eyes on the man, this Rook, as best she could from the light of his lantern. Had the poorly maintained street not lacked a few very needed street lights, she would have questioned why he was wandering around with a lantern. Instead, she moved onto more pressing matters.
"I don't know about that... There are a few people I think are deserving of being beaten to death."
More than a few, really. Of course, her views were pretty twisted... even she knew that, so her definition of deserving in this case was pretty loose. "But, I guess in my case you could either say I deserve it if I'm dumb enough to try, or that I felt as if I had something to prove. Obviously, I didn't prove it very well." The sore ribs that would probably stick with her for a while throbbed in agreement, and she swallowed a wash of spit and blood silently.
With both body and pride wounded, she was really already pushing the bounds with how much she was willing to say. Thankfully, he gave her something else to think about. Like pottery. Megan couldn't help but rise a brow, wincing slightly as she shifted her weight. He worked with clay? After pulling the ninja move on the hoodlums? Really, she shouldn't have been surprised. The artsy ones were always full of surprises.
"Pottery? That's cute." His warning about the boys coming back didn't fall on deaf ears. She glanced around, nodding her head slightly, then sighed deeply. "...yeaah, guess you're right. Question is, are we getting outta here to my place to yours?" She winked jokingly, and started walking past him, her mind drifting to what she wanted to do when she got home. Which more than likely involved claiming the couch as her own and hogging the TV all night while nursing her wounds.
Before she had taken more than three steps, she heard the sounds of approaching footsteps. Megan froze, eyes shifting around to where the sounds were coming from, and all traces of humor vanished from her features. It appeared that his warning had come a little too late... she had to give the kids credit, though. They had rounded each other up much quicker than expected...
From down the street, five bodies hurried toward them. Four rather tall, lanky looking kids, and one who was built like a brick wall. "There he is! And the guy who-... huh?" One boy stepped forward, the one who had been unfortunate enough to get thrown over with Rook's simple grab and twist. He blinked at Megan, head tilting in confusion for a moment, before his gaze stopped at the bat in her hands and he recognized the clothing she was wearing. "Holy @#$%! It was a chick! No wonder she didn't put up a fight at all!" The five boys chuckled amongst themselves, and Megan's cheeks grew red with anger.
She attempted to evaluate each new figure in turn. Poorly, mind you. The large one looked, from what she could see, like the strongest... and her eyes were probably playing tricks on her, but it looked like he was actually made of brick. The next, a scrawny kid, was an obvious mutant. His skin was gray, and he he had these creepy looking red and black eyes. She wasn't sure.. but he looked like he was drooling a sticky black goop. It was... gross. The other three looked rather normal. Two being the ones they had originally encountered, and the other being new.... and very quiet. Megan took a hesitant step back, raising her bat up to rest against her shoulder, and cast her eyes at Rook. Was he ready for this....?
She sure wasn't.
(ooc: Feel free to move about the thugs as you see fit, for the ensuing battle. :3)
Ex? Icy eyes darted from Gawain, to the girl... Ami, and then back to Gawain. She full out grinned, might as well have purred, and cleared her throat a little.
Oh, this was going to be fun...
"...you didn't tell her about me? ...I'm hurt... "
Feigning an innocent look, angled his way, she turned her attention back to the dog that was now sniffing at her leg, as if trying to pick apart every single smell on her. Good luck with that one, pup. She thought to herself, wondering how a giant cockroach might smell to a canine of her caliber.
"I suppose you could say, Ami, that we have a platonic relationship." She smiled, a little too brightly, and finished her sentence. "Well, now we do, anyway.... I really should return that bra of yours one of these days... shouldn't I, Gawain?"
Her kiss spiraled into something deeper. Unbeknownst to Megan, she was tapping into the hidden part of herself. The part only one other person had ever seen... which, of course, had been a terrible mistake.
But at the moment, while hungrily stealing kisses away from a more or less perfect stranger, she didn't give a sh*t. With the amount of attention she was placing on the outside world growing smaller and smaller, she focused solely on him, on his lips, his shoulders, his hair, and all of the attention he was focusing her way. It was like there was a fire inside her, fueling the desire to explore more, to go further.. To take as much from him as she could, before it was over.
The emotions brewing insider were overwhelming, enough so that she could feel herself shaking in his arms. She didn't want to stop. She didn't want to give herself time to think on her own actions, on what she was doing. Megan melted against him, her knees buckling from under her. She dragged him down with, absolutely refusing to let go, and it wasn't until it registered in the still coherent corner of her mind that things were getting heavy and she had just pulled him down on top of her, that she was completely new to such things.
She didn't freeze like the last time, thankfully. The less embarrassment the better.. but she did break her feverish string of marathon kisses long enough to actually look him in the eye. However sheepishly.
Panting slightly, her cheeks rosy and warm, she placed against his chest and gulped. Her nerves were back, running little electric fingers up her spine. She couldn't manage a grin, or a smirk... or anything. "...I..."
She blinked, icy eyes clouded over slightly, and let a breath out slowly, trying to calm herself. "...I've never done this before... so..."
The annoying flustered feeling came back, and she felt her face heat up even more. God, she didn't want to stop... not really. But she was at such a loss as to what to do that it was ridiculous! Cursing inwardly, she fell back into a pattern of finding everything else in the room vastly interesting.