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.
A screaming filled the air in the distance, perking her ears and causing her to snap back to attention. Sounded like someone was in a lot of pain.
Good. She thought, dropping her eyes back down to scuffed up black nails. The thought of those jerks getting what they deserved, if not more, made the terrible pain throbbing in her shoulder at least a little worth while. Sitting back, she sighed and waited. Either everyone had died out there... or who she though the knives belonged to had left. Hell, maybe Ken had chickened out and ran, and the mystery man had given chase? She snorted. It wouldn't have surprised her. Given all of his boasting and threatening words, the man had been a sissy when it came to actually fighting his own battles.
Moments later someone joined her. She hadn't had to wait long after all.... A large figure stalked into the warehouse, decked out in a long dark coat, and carrying himself with long powerful strides. She stared for a moment, not quite sure if the dark was playing tricks on her eyes, but it looked like... Nah! It couldn't be! ...right..?
The guy had a lion's head... She wondered momentarily if her hunch was wrong, about who the knives belonged to, but quickly dropped the worry. She was positive....err... almost positive. The guy had a similar body shape, same stride, and he was in the same place as her suspect blades. Not only that, but she could clearly remember how Rafael had mutated his arm into that of a monkey. So, a lion face wasn't a big leap in her mind. Toying with the knives in her lap, she glanced down at it once more, before deciding to test her theory. It was a good thing she had taken the time to remove the blades from the wooden target before clambering up into her hiding place. She didn't exactly want to leave whoever it was with more ammo to use against her.
Megan hooked one leg over the side of the crate she was on, looking down from four or more feet above him, and swung her leg casually. "Nice mane." She stated bluntly, loud enough for her voice to be clearly heard. She figured if it was him... she'd have to dodge a knife or two, since he had seemed to have quite a few on his person the last time they had met. Not that knife dodging is easy. She thought, recalling how expertly he had wielded his. Especially when it was an assassin throwing them, and not some average wannabe... If it wasn't him... well, she'd probably have another invigorating run on her hands from whatever crazy person it was that had decided to take on Ken and his little gang. Not to mention she'd be more than a little disappointed.
"I guess it was one of those days where so much crazy sh*t has happened, I might as well?"-"Like chasing a thief onto a rooftop because I was curious."
She snorted at him. "Curiosity like that doesn't sound very healthy. Could get you killed... for all you know I was luring you up here into a trap."
That was one reason she didn't like going with sudden urges. Roach seemed to deal with the consequences just fine. She on the other hand, didn't like attempting things without planning them out. Though, oddly enough, standing on a roof with a shirtless goofball wasn't exactly the worst possible out come.
"So... If you're not here to lecture me on the evils of stealing, then what? Am I free to go?" As much fun as it was standing around talking, she wasn't much of a fan of banter. It tended to lead into awkward personal questions, and gave the impression of friendship.
"...because, seriously. It's kind of cold up here." She found herself eyeballing the ladder behind him, wondering if she should just brush past him and not wait for an answer. But since he could have had any number of traps lurking about, she decided to play it safe and wait.
Or, maybe she'd just try and kick him off the roof, if he took too long.
Ken turned away from Megan, figuring that he had gotten her cleanly in the chest. He stayed behind Pyro, fully content with letting the more experienced fighter do all of the work... but kept his gun out, just in case. He had recognized the man of course, as the one who had punched him in the face. Good... the old guy has been next on his list anyway. Pyro wasn't' worried, all he had to do was get in close and touch the guy. That was how he won most of his battles, anyway.
But... then the guy started doing something. Shifting, it seemed. Ken and Pyron exchanged quick glances. He had been prepared to take care of a problem, mainly one woman, who hadn't turned out all that hard to kill. He hadn't prepared himself for any kind of mutant vs. mutant fighting. Not that he was frighte-
The assassin acted much quicker than either of them would have expected. He took down two men with expertly thrown knives, and then turned back. Pyro gritted his teeth, flexing his fingers, and readied himself for a real battle. The lion faced man withdrew a large blade from inside his coat, while the deafening roar he had let loose on them was still ringing in their ears. Pyro accepted the challenge, grinning from ear to ear, and lurched forward. He brought his flail up and back, gaining momentum to strike. Then brought it around, quickly and violently, at the lion's shoulder. His other hand, he sent straight for the man's machete wielding arm. Ken, ever impatient and a little frightened at the guys sudden change and new ferocity, raised his gun and fired off a shot, aiming for the much taller lion faced mutant.
Behind him, while everyone's attention was elsewhere, Megan pushed herself into a sitting position and turned pained eyes toward the fight. She hadn't seen the face of whoever it was who had barged in on the little party.. but at least he was making a great distraction of himself. As the roar filled the air, she crawled quickly over to he edge of the dock, then let herself drop into the freezing water below. With a loud splash, she felt the shock of the cold lock her body up momentarily, but fought it back. She knew that there were a few ladders scattered about, a safety precaution for people falling into the water. Like she had. Paddling her way down the cement wall that lined most of the dock, she finally found a ladder and hauled herself up. Dripping water, she let herself lean up against a warehouse wall, and rolled her hoodie up. Underneath her coat and shirt she had on an experimental vest she had been toying around with. Oddly enough, it had seemed to come in handy, and had mostly worked. The vest had stopped the bullet, but she could feel the beginnings of a terrible bruise underneath... Lucky for her she had been shot just below the shoulder, so no broken ribs for her.
Plucking the ruined lead bullet out, she pushed away from the wall and moved inside the building. Whoever won the battle back there on the dock she didn't really care. She just hoped that if it was Ken, he'd think she had rolled off the dock and sank to the bottom. Slumping into the warehouse, she noticed one thing very quickly. It looked as it someone had been in it not long ago... and that someone had been tossing around knives. Knives that... looked mysteriously familiar. Wincing as she bent down, Megan fished the dagger secured in her boot out, and held it up. Yep. The same kind. Her curiosity sparked, so she glanced around. A few large crates were stored against the wall off to her right. Figuring that she'd lay low for a while, she hoisted herself up onto the top and made herself comfortable, picking the bits and pieces of bullet fragments from her silk vest prototype.
Ah... it all made sense now. They had been following to keep tabs on her. Probably to wait until she was alone, then swoop in and drag her off somewhere quiet... and the fact that she had virtually done the deed for them annoyed her to no end.
With the gun pointed at her, she didn't know if she'd have time to pull her own weapon. He could easily shoot her before she even had a grip on the pistol. Gritting her teeth, she stood silently and waited. Maybe he'd slip up, and she'd have a chance to fire first, or she could take a running leap and throw herself off the dock into the water below. Ken smiled, some of the anger lifting from his features. "It was great while it lasted, babe. We had a lot of fun, didn't we?"
"If you can consider having to listen to lame ass jokes and put up with an over bearing a**hole fun. Then sure." She shot back. Ken's face twisted again, causing himself to wince as it pulled against his jaw. He nodded to his partner, who nodded back then took a step toward her. Just then, her children radioed in on the movement of another man. One who had just appeared from the shadows. The black eyed man coming at her, who went by the name Pyro, heard the assassins speedy approach and turned on his heel. His hand flew to his belt, where he had a flail hooked on.
Ken, with his gun still pointed at Megan, turned and glanced over his shoulder and Pyro dropped into a defensive stance. Someone playing the hero? With a smile, he turned his eyes back. "Goodbye, Chelsey." And he pulled the trigger once. She had just been about to dart to the side, launching her dive-into-ocean escape plan into action, when the bullet hit her. The force knocked the wind from her lungs, and sent her crashing back into the dock. Her head bounced and she saw literal stars for a moment or two. Then the confusion wore off, and the pain set in...
Off behind the old assassin, the two men who had been chasing her on foot finally caught up. One of them rushed forward, hoping to catch him off guard. Pyro started to swing his flail, eyes locked on the newcomer. He kept his free hand out, fingers twitching, itching to reach out and touch someone.
Both men chasing her burst from the alley, just behind the car as it shot past. They were left in it's dust, but that didn't stop them from running. They knew what the plan was, and they didn't feel like pissing the boss off when he was already in a bad mood.
Megan could hear the car approaching from behind, catching up to her fast. She darted to the left, down boarded path that was littered with all sorts of large crates and covered boxes. The buildings on either side of her made it nearly impossible to the car to follow her in. But above the sound of her own feet hitting the wood below, she heard the sound of doors opening and slamming, and hurried footsteps following.One solitary light still worked down the path she had chosen. She spotted many placed to duck into as she ran, but hadn't yet managed to loose those who were pursuing her, so it wouldn't make hiding a very good decision. She kept right on merrily running, trying to control her breathing like any good track runner would do, and to not trip over her own damn feet.
Passing under the lonely light, she was forced to take a hard left, and suddenly noticed where she was. She had run herself to the end of a dock. Cursing violently, she slowed to a stop and turned to face those who were after her. She still had a few tricks up her sleeves... Like the pistol that sat snugly at her hip, or the many spiders she had dropped along the way, who were reporting information to her from up to three blocks away. According to them, two men had gotten out of the car, while one remained inside... and the two who had originally been following her were catching up. That made four on her tail... five if you counted the driver. She wondered why Trent would go to such lengths to get her, by sending out five people instead of just harassing her by himself like usual.
Maybe he had finally tired of the game, and was just going to kill her to get revenge? Megan grinned. If she was only so lucky... As it turned out, it was not Trent at all. Which caught her entirely off guard. The sound of running ceased, and within the range of light she saw Ken, and another man she had never met. "......Kennith?" Man... had she greatly over estimated the threat...
Or.... maybe not. He stepped slower, his foot falls calm and collected, and she finally caught a glimpse of his face. Megan winced. He looked piiiiissed. He was dressed nicely, average black shirt with a Grey coat over, and clean pressed slacks. But his face was a wreck. It looked like his nose had been broken, from the dark bruises under each eye.... and his jaw appeared to be more of less completely wired shut. The guy at his side didn't look any happier... He was relatively short, with receding black hair, and black eyes that... were frightening on their own. Soulless eyes... no light in them at all. She shuddered ever so slightly. "Chelsey! So good to see you again... we hardly got to say goodbye at the party, don't you think?" His words were muffled a little, from the wiring keeping his jaws from moving, but she understood it all the same. "Now, now.. don't give me that look. Did you really think I'd just let all of that slide?" He scratched at one cheek, the tucked his hands into his pants pockets. "You embarrassed me in front of a lot of important people.... you know that?"
She eyed the man, her hands hanging by her sides, and wondered how fast she could draw her gun and fire. Not very.. She told herself. She wasn't practiced with weapons, aside from a few lucky strikes that she had managed during her lifetime. "...So... What then? You're here to force me to apologies or something? Then we can go home and be a thing again?" Considering how possessive he was, she figured that was the case. She wasn't going to let him bully her into being a pretty little arm accessory. With a smirk, she opened he mouth to tell him where he could shove his pride...
"Nope. I don't let embarrassments walk around on the streets, Chelsey. I have to make sure this one dies... with you." Her smirk dropped clean off her face, and she stared at him. Reaching within his coat, he withdrew a small silver handgun, and pointed it at her. "I gave away some pretty good territory to get my friend here to work with me. You see, after you're dead, or maybe before, he's going to burn you into an unidentifiable pile of ashes."
She arched one dark eyebrow at the man. "...you spend a lot of time up on roof top's then?... Eh.. nevermind." Waving that subject off, she let him continue.
"It was a run-in with another mutant who had a thing for spiders."-"You would have loved it. There was a spider the size of a Volkswagen chasing me down."
yes... it did indeed appear that there were others who shared her affinity for spiders. To some extent. She highly doubted that it was to the same extent though. Her lips curved a little, a slight smile. A spider the size of a small car? Yes... that sounded useful. Unfortunately, like the pet she had tried to kidnap, it was something she would never be able to reproduce. Unless she wasn't to be discarded like a mutant skin coat.
"Yeah... sounds pretty great. Unfortunately, it'd probably be on a people eating rampage.. so wouldn't be of much use to me."
Lifting a hand up, she examined one scuffed fingernail. "...Now, give me a Brazilian wandering spider, and I can actually do something with it. Primarily, make a small army of them and lay waste to anyone who'd crossed her. Oh, if only had the time and resources to take a trip to Brazil.
"buut... all of that still doesn't explain why you took one home with you."
For a while, she had been sure that someone was following her. The same two walking in the same direction on the other side of the street, taking the same turns she was, but making sure to keep the road between them. It was strange, and though Megan hadn't gotten any eerie calls or texts since she had been to visit the Doctor, she couldn't but jump to the conclusion that it was Trent. That he had found her out, and was having her tailed.
The paranoia led her off the main streets. She kept to the light, where people could see her in case something happened, but after turning her seventh corner and jogging to the end of the block, she was running out of ideas. While waiting for the walk signal to change, she turned and peeked over her shoulder. Both men were nowhere to be seen. The street was empty save for a few passing cars and a handful of people. Caught by surprise, she stood there, hands tucked into her pockets. Maybe... she had just imagined it? The signal shifted, and she barely noticed. Though she was alone all of the sudden, she still had the sinking feeling that something was amiss. Megan shook herself, turned and continued on her way. She was going to have to circle back around the way she had come, since she had let herself get run off her path. Chuckling to herself, she tucked a few strands of stray hair behind an ear, and made sure her hood was still in place.
She had just started across the street, stepping aside to avoid an elderly woman who was taking her sweet time, when the screeching of tires filled the air. Stopping in her tracks, she cast her eyes back over her shoulder in time to see a black car rip around the corner. Caught by surprise, her eyes widened. It was headed straight for her! Megan dove to the side, hitting the pavement and rolling. She clambered to her feet, sprinting back onto the sidewalk, and raced down the block. The car narrowly avoided hitting the old woman, still in the road, and quickly gave chase.
Megan ducked down an side alley, a small road that made it able for unloading and loading of wares for the shops on the block. The car slammed on it's brakes at the opening, two doors flew open and the two men she had seen following her jumped out to give chase on foot. The car doors slammed closed again and it took off once more, intending to speed around and cut her off on the other side. She hit the street before it though, and booked it toward the nearby docks. There were plenty of warehouses scattered about that she could take shelter in... she just needed to reach them first.
Her hammock looked very much like the little things parents tacked into corners to hold a child's toys, but it fit her just right. After she had thrown the sheet on to prevent herself from getting stuck, and tossed in a pillow, before clambering on in herself. She attempted to drag the blanket in, like a hamster she had once seen tugging at a toy that was too large for him to drag into his house. It stuck to the sides of the web, causing her problems.
...and then she noticed Rafael, dripping and none to happy looking, just standing a ways away. Staring at her. He looked kind of angry, actually. Maybe because she had stolen all of his blankets. Yeah... totally not because of anything else... Megan grinned sheepishly at him and wiggled her fingers in greeting, uttering a garbled hello. Then she tugged the blanket in and curled under it. Moments later, just as she closed her eyes and sighed sleepily, she felt a tug on her hammock. Like one of the landlines was being messed with. A second after that, one whole corner buckled, and she was sent sprawling out onto the ground, smacked chin first into the carpet, and mooned the window by accident.
Rafael was gone, already on his way to his room, but she still heard his Good night as she was picking herself back off the floor. Tears stung the corners of her eyes, from the pain face planting into the floor had caused, and she rubbed her jaw. Suddenly, sleep didn't feel so needed, or important. Now she was actively trying to push through the fog in her mind, to figure out what she was going to do in retaliation... and, after glancing around the room, she had an idea... ~ ~ ~
After changing back into her clothes, tucking her weapons away, and folding up the blanket and sheets, Megan set them nicely down on the couch and turned to her work. Silently, with her shoes off, she set about gathering every item she could lift from around the apartment, cups, pencils, books, bath room goodies, and other odds and ends. She spat a wad of sticky silk on each, then painstakingly pressed every single item to the living room ceiling. It took her a few hours, and by the time she was done her arms and back ached something fierce... but she was very happy with the final product.
The area around her looked clean and spotless. everything was organized and tidy... but it did look very empty. Shelves were bare, tables were boring, and every mobile lamp she had found was missing. If one were to look up however, he would find that everything was still accounted for. Just... glued to the ceiling. Grinning at her handiwork, the twenty five year old slipped her shoes on, slipped over to the large windows she had marveled at before, and set about leaving a lovely little message scrawled in silk for her host.
Had a lovely time! Sorry I didn't stick around, but a girls got stuff to do, ya know? Too bad your work left you all lethargic and grumpy, we could have had so much fun! Maybe next time, right? Ps: Don't worry, I kept up the 'act' on the way out! Love, Megan.
Letting herself out quietly, she closed the door with barely a click, then headed for the elevator. True to her word, she remained in character as she exited the building, and headed for Roaches apartment to crash.
There was a door. It wouldn't open... It was locked. Megan stood there, staring at the un-budging doorknob. Pressing her ear to the door earned her the faint sound of a shower running. The twenty five year old wrinkled her nose, not willing to knock, or wait for that matter.
Lock her out, would he? She'd show him... Turning on her heel, she waltzed out into the living room, so far past drunk that she didn't even care that what she was about to do would cause some damage. His place seemed to lack a lot of easily breakable things, but she did find one of two little metal foot stools. It would do. Tying the belt of the bathrobe she had borrowed securely closed, she picked up the foot stool and marched back over to the locked door. She lifted it and smacked it as hard as she could against the doorknob. It broke, sending the knob on her bouncing across the floor. Tossing the foot stool to the side, she jimmied the rest of the door knob a little, managing to work it fully out of the door, and gently kicked the door in with her foot.
So much for locks!
The bedroom itself didn't look half bad... but it smelled of someone else. She wasn't interested. She slipped in, gathered the blankets and a pillow, and slipped back out, shutting the useless door behind her. Heading back out to where the couch was, she stopped and picked up her possessions in the bathroom along the way. She had an idea... one she had never tried out before, and she was in the prefect state to attempt it. Alcohol infused confidence, and all...
Dropping her stolen bed things on the floor next to the couch, she set about spitting out sticky web as fast as she could, sticking one thread at a time from one side of w wall in the corner, to the other. What was she doing? She was going to make a hammock. And a damn fine one at that! Then, she was going to crawl into her hammock and pass out... or maybe sit in it and swing for a while... and finish off that bottle of rum. Where had that bottle gone, anyway? Prolly left it in the bathroom... Shrugging, she hummed merrily to herself, setting anything that got in her way in a pile off to the side.
After a few minutes, she had a sloppy and crude looking contraption set up. Stretching from wall to wall, but only big enough for her to curl up in the center. It looked more or less like a web, though she was pretty sure her children would scoff at it and point out all of it's many flaws. Pfft. Lucky she didn't have any around to bother her!
Ffffuuuu- He saw through it. Ah, well... at least he has a sense of humor. She let the pathetic expression drop, donning her usual emotionless mask, and continued to eye him silently as he mulled over his own conclusions.
She did nod slightly at being called out as a mutant, and was more than a little surprised when he released her. So... he had just been curious? No revenge? No yelling, no hitting? How... weird. Assuming he was one of those icky, 'forgive and forget' types, Megan got slowly to her feet and dusted herself off.
Okay... she could work with that. Easier to get off the hook. Eying him quietly for a moment, still unsure if her assumption was correct, she crossed her arms over her chest. Then, dryly, she spoke. "...Little chilly up here, ain't it?" More so for someone wandering around shirtless, then for herself. She nodded her chin at his discarded article of clothing.
"It'll come off eventually... and wash clean." She tested her ankle out by putting some weight on it, and upon finding that it was just fine, she cracked a little smirk his way. "Now, I have a question for you... what kind of person have a spider that bug as a goddamn pet?"
Because... seriously! How was he not afraid of it eating the neighbors? The land lord? In fact, how was it not skittering about eating people? Maybe it wasn't just a spider blown out of proportion after all, but really another mutant who was into some weird stuff? Knowing the parts of New York she did, she didn't find that very unlikely.
"...and better yet, where on earth did you get it?" Shifting on her feet again, she blew her bangs from her eyes, not noticing that a few of her children had crawled out to sit on her shoulders, little blue yes watching the man curiously, and intently.
She sat and watched him, icy eyes analyzing every move as if he were going yo spring some sort of attack at her the moment he got himself onto the roof. Instead, he pointed out where her glob of web had hit him... uselessly on the shoulder, and set about removing his somewhat ruined shirt. Had it been too much to hope that it would knock him off of the ladder? She guessed so.
Figures. With one foot trapped, she kept the other securely under her. If for any reason the shadow... thing... loosened, she wanted to be in the right position to launch herself into a full blown sprint across the rooftop. Using her left arm to hold herself steady, she let her right hand hover next to her boot, ready to snatch up the knife hidden with in and defend herself... if it came down to that.
"Who the hell steals a giant. F*cking. Spider?"
She resisted the urge to snort. Who the hell kept one as a pet? Aside from herself.. that is. Her bottom lip trembled, ever so slightly, and she waited a few tense moments to reply. "....it called out to me..." She muttered, purposefully dropping her voice to a softer level. Silently, on the inside, she ordered the spiders hidden in various places on her to skitter out and switch places. Like a game of musical chairs. The effect it had was that while she spoke fuzzy black spiders marched from her hair and clothes. Skittering across her neck, down her front, up her cheeks and around her arms. Before vanishing back into their respective hiding places.
"I can't help it, I have to collect them all..." God, if he watched Sunday morning kids shows, she was screwed. " I'm sorry..."
She didn't need to stop and look back to see if he was following. His added weight to the ladder caused it to shudder briefly. Megan swore again, wondering if she could angle herself enough to be able to spit her web at him, without falling off of the ladder in the process. She was so near the top however, that she decided to simply wait and try to knock him from the ladder once she had both feet safely on the rooftop.
The last rung came into view quickly, and she hauled herself up and over, both feet hitting the ground just past the roof ledge. The silk in her mouth had been formed into a nice, fist sized sticky ball. Which, once she was able, she spat over the edge of the roof at him as he climbed up after her.
Whether it hit him or not, she didn't stick around to tell. At best it would hit him in the face and give him reason to pause, at worst, he would dodge it all together, or she missed entirely. Why he hadn't just taken his spider and gone on his merry way, she didn't understand. Maybe he was one of those types that didn't like being messed with, and wanted some kind of revenge.
Just her luck, she figured. Pushing away from the ledge, she turned and took a step toward her exit. One step. And then... stopped. Stumbling, she hit the ground flat on her stomach, and coughed. It felt like her foot was stuck in half dried tar, able to wiggle around a little, but gripped tight. Turning onto her side, the blue eyed spider queen stared at what had a hold of her foot, and slammed one fist into the gravely cement under her.
"...A f*cking Mutant!" She hissed. The black shadow that had a hold of her ran directly over the ledge where the ladder was. It didn't take her long to put two and two together... and she wasn't liking what it added up to. Being forced to sit and wait while trapped by her ankle like an animal... not on her list of things to do today. Her children reacted to her apprehension and anger, scurrying about in her hair and hood uneasily, while she slapped a distraught, slightly frightened look onto her face.
Damned if she was going to go down without a fight... even if it was a fight fought with lies....
A few four letter words jumped to the tip of her tongue... but Megan bit them back. There was always a way out these types of situations, sometimes you just had to be a little bit creative.
Megan turned, hefting the squirming spider back up into a comfortable position, and turned to look back the way she had come. Though she was in the more shadowed end of the alley, the back of the shop she had exited from was rather well lit.... and the guy she had stolen the spider from was standing right there.
'Ohsh*t!' Megan panicked a little, stepped back and flattening herself against the wall. The shop owner hadn't even seemed to slow him down, which didn't bode well for her. He either convinced the guy she was lying, slipped past him, or the guy had seen through her lie. She hurriedly glanced about her surroundings, blue eyes alighting on a ladder not to far up on the other side of the alley. If she got to it fast enough, she had a chance to escape on the roof tops. The only problem with that, was the fact that she couldn't heft herself and the stolen arachnid up the ladder at the same time.
But... that didn't mean she wasn't about to give it a try. Darting across the alley, she hit the ladder with as much of a jump as she could make, and latched onto one rung with a free hand. The first attempt at pulling herself up failed, and after making a bunch of noise to get there, she wasn't about to get caught. Cursing loudly, so loudly in fact that if he hadn't been alerted to her presence by the noise she made running, he definitely would have heard her flurry of swear words. Megan dropped the spider, and began climbing the ladder. If she made it to the top, she already had a plan in motion to find a safe place to climb back down, using the silk she had begun making in her mouth, and vanish while he was reuniting with his pet...
The big arachnid landed on it's many feet unharmed, and started off toward it's owner.
She rolled her eyes, marching into the apartment as commanded. "What... now you're afraid to be seen with me?" Smirking lazily, she padded inside, stopping before the large windows that wrapped around one corner of his apartment. They were pretty high up... and it was... a pretty view.
And the apartment itself? Clean and tidy... like he didn't even live in it. Suddenly, her shared apartment with Roach felt like a landfill. She was admittedly a little jealous. Turning back around, she searched for anything that looked remotely bathroom like, and stalked across the floor. She hadn't been kidding about the shower. Not when she was still bleeding a little, and her back itched like crazy from all of the little spider wounds.
She slipped out of her hoodie on the way, tossing it in an uncaring manner next to the door, closed and locked it behind her.
Off went the sullied tank top, off went the ripped and bloodied jeans. She discarded her new handgun, her red stained knife, and finally her under clothes. The bathroom. Was. Amazing. The type she had only ever seen in movies. And it was right in front of her, waiting to be used!
She nearly cried as she turned on the water and waited for it to heat up. Peeling off the silk bandage she had created, she tossed it in a little waste basket, stepped under the rushing water. It washed the grime from her body, leaving her pink, tender and relaxed. The wounds on her back were clean, the wound on her arm still hurt like a... er...well, it hurt a lot. She exited feeling refreshed, if still drunk, but twenty times better. Glancing down at the pile of dirty clothes she had abandoned, she decided to search for something else to clothe herself in. Still dripping wet, she spotted a clean looking white bathrobe, and didn't hesitate to steal it for her own.
Megan emerged from the bathroom, blond hair slicked back away from her face, with rosy cheeks and the urge to crawl under some covers and sleep for a few days. Looking around, she eyed the couch, and decided that it wouldn't do. So... she went in search of something remotely bed like, with the intention of claiming it for herself.
While she had to fully agree with his comment concerning her rear, she still resented the comment. Resisting the urge to turn and knock one of his knee caps out of place with her heel, she resorted to smiling guiltily at the two men waiting to board the elevator with them. Dropping a soft 'Thank you', she let Rafael guide her to the back of the elevator. Once the two other guys had left, she'd give him and earful... if... if she remembered what she was mad about, by then. With how her head was swimming, and the toasty warm feeling in her gut, she was more likely to forget that anything was said at all. In fact, how she was being forced to lean up against him was actually kind of comfortable...
Dragging her attention away from that fact, though more than slightly out of it, she was smart enough to still peek around for any little cameras. If there were any... they were well hidden, because she couldn't spot them. With her bottle still in hand, Megan allowed herself to plop her cheek down on his chest, and let her eyes slip closed for a moment. He was surprisingly warm, and not as squishy as she would have pegged him to be. Ever so slightly, she could even hear a heart beating somewhere in there. Which was kind of funny in her drunken state. Cracking open an eye as the elevator stopped with a soft ding, the doors slid open and the two men stepped out with a polite goodbye.
God... she had never been so happy to be alone with a murderer for hire. Megan remained close to the assassin until the doors slipped closed and they stared moving again. Then she stepped back and to the side, remaining within arms reach... just in case anyone else decided to join them between then and his place. The metal wall of the box the were in was freezing in comparison.
Scowling, she rubbed at her eyes and stole another swig from the rum. A drink she probably didn't need... considering that they had both practically emptied the bottle, her more so than him. "You're an ass... you know that?" She kept her voice low, only hinting at her annoyance, and wrinkled her nose at the various letters she managed to slur a little. Yep. She was drunk. Only way the situation could get worse in her mind was if she blacked out and woke up the next day in a bathtub full of ice, missing a kidney. "...you, sir, had better have a damn good shower, and a damn comfy couch." She muttered, forgetting herself and leaning into him again.