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.
"SONOFAB-" The rest of her curse was cut off by her wild bouncing, up and down, hands pressed over her mouth as she danced in place and weeped a little. Megan wasn't some damned masochist, you know... she hated pain just about as much as she hated ...well, everything else. But she had expected a little needle prick to hurt a lot, lot less! Maybe she had held it in the flame too long...
Sucking her breath in through her teeth, a feral sounding hiss, she lurched back over to the sink and scrambled to get the ring in through the hole she had just burned into her lip. It was bleeding, but not a lot. It mostly just felt like that part of her face was on fire.. With tears in her yes, smudging up even more left over mascara under her eyes, she took another look at herself in the mirror. Yes... swollen lips and bad makeup made her look like an entirely different person... She just needed to find a less temporary solution. Something that unfortunately meant she would have to get dressed, and go do actual investigative work. Gathering up her kids, she stomped her way back out into her bedroom, leaving the mess behind to deal with later.
She donned her least exciting clothing, a dark sweatshirt that did nothing for her figure, and dark jeans, and slipped into tennis shoes. She could almost hear her closest accusing her of betraying it, but had no time to mope around about horrible fashion. That was a part of herself that she would need to change... among other things. The first thing she chose to do was leave a note for Roach, something about how he would need to make his own damn dinner, before she locked the apartment up and jogged down to the street. It was fairly early out still, only around three, so she still had plenty of time to waste at the closest library.
One short, but aggravating drive later, Megan was glad to get out of mid day traffic and into the shelter of a nice, secluded library. Hours passed rather slowly, and Megan found that plastic surgery was waaaay out of the question. Not only would she look horrible, but the prices she had managed to come up with online were way above her pay grade. Who would'a thought that getting a few years taken off your face would cost you your first born AND both legs and an arm? The twenty four year old received a few odd glances as people wandered by her computer, most wondering what the young woman was going looking at those types of websites... others assuming she was a regular under the knife, and wondering who exactly she had gone to see. She even had a woman stop and ask her about it, complimenting her on how she barely looked over thirty five, and how there were barely any visible scars.
Megan chose to leave, after having many colorful words with that particular woman and when security was called. She was tempted to floor the library with arachnids of all kinds, and show that woman what a 'barely over thirty-five' year old could do when royally peeved... but she chose to kick her bike over instead. Less work. Her search had brought up nothing. She was either too poor, or too prideful to deal with surgery. She sighed, and started her bike up again.
She didn't stop until the sink was full of dark clippings, and her head was feeling much, much lighter. When she finally stopped, she glanced at herself in the broken mirror and scowled at what she saw. Hair that was shaggy and jagged, and barely long enough to fit into tiny, pathetic pig tails. Her unbroken hand raked though the mop, pulling out small clippings with it that she had neglected to brush away. It was a messy boys haircut, at best. Not something she would have ever seen herself sporting.
Not while still alive, at least...
And yet here she was, staring at her own tom-boyish reflection. Practically growling. The scissors were slammed down, and she knelt to sift through the cupboard under the sink. Somewhere under there she had stocks of dye that she had pilfered from work... and buried within those stocks she had a bleaching kit. What was the farthest thing from black? Bleach blonde white. Trent had always complimented her hair color, so, just like the length, it had to go too. Spotting the large baggie that held everything, she grabbed it and rose, tossing it in the sink with the clippings. Her bathroom looked like a warzone, hair and dripped blood everywhere. She ignored it all, and powered on through. Another of her prideful attributes needed to be destroyed...
The concoction of chemicals only took minutes to mix, but it took a full on hour for the goop to set in and for her midnight hair to start fading. Three hours and two showers later, she found herself once again before her mirror. Yellow, dirty blonde hair shot out at odd angles around her face. Wet and brittle from the harsh bleaching. Her lip curled, and she eyed herself. She looked... less pale. More fleshy and more angular. But she still looked like Megan. She eyed the tattoo peeking around her neck, and the many scars that decorated her shoulders. More conservative clothing would have to be worn in order to cover those...
A line of black spiders of all varieties sat against the back of the sink, watching her as she poked and prodded at her face. They didn't understand... as usual. Their mothers actions often confused them... but they could at least sense the distress providing the power behind her strange behavior. Megan's eyes dropped from her reflection, to a magazine sitting in the floor. It was covered in hair and half a towel, but she could still make out what it was. A tattoo magazine. She had brought it ages ago, before deciding to hold off on getting any more ink slapped onto her body. Bending, she retrieved the booklet, brushing off clipping until she could see the cover. She recognized the issue... some actress she had seen on tv had posed for the front cover, letting make up artists slap fake tattoos on her and phony piercings, so she would fit the fashion type.
She almost put the magazine back down, until she spotted the types of tattoos and piercings the woman had, and realized that they made her look more than a little different. She eyed the various things that had been edited into the picture, mostly the piercings on the woman's face, and wrinkled her nose. With nothing else to do... she would have to cut corners somewhere. The spiders watched as she dropped the magazine, a few things already in mind, and left the room. They turned to each other, passing the spider equivalents of shrugs from one to another while Megan rustled about out in her room. A few moments later she came back with a hand full of metal things, and reached up to open the mirror again.
The brood mother spared her children a glance, a tiny one, as she shuffled about. Her fingers found the box of pins before she did, earning a wince, and she withdrew it and set it on the counter. Safety pins, and big ones at that. A crap ton of them. The twenty four year old lifted one, turning it between her fingers. The bathroom light glinted off of it, and she dropped her eyes to what she had salvaged from her jewelry box. One belly button ring that she had had, and gotten tired of in the span of a month... two nose rings she had never bothered to get put in, and a few regular earrings. Eying them now, she chose the belly ring, and set the others aside. With the needle in hand, she dug back in the cupboard until she found the little lighter she kept stored away. Her mother had always bragged about piercing her own ears herself... you just needed to heat the needle up, then push it through... right?
A little flame flickered to life... she ran the needle through it for a little while, then set the lighter down and grabbed a hold of her bottom lip. Lining the needle up toward the left corner of her mouth, she braced herself and pushed the needle through...
Megan wasn't the type to get easily shaken up by things... but this? This was a different case. Icy blue eyes locked with exact duplicates. It only took the lifting of her fist, to plant all of her knuckles into the mirror. It shattered, a cob webbing of cracks and mirror images, she let fly a curse that would make a sailors ears bleed. This time everything was turning out differently. Gawain's words echoed in her ears, taunting her, and she shoved herself away from the sink, sporting newly sliced up knuckles and an attitude that was only getting worse.
Of all the times before, all of the jobs she had cycled through, all of the cities she had lived in... He had never gone to such lengths. He had stalked her, haunted her cell phones and various email addresses, and even been the root cause for her getting fired more than once! ...but he had never killed anyone. She thought back to the party, closed her eyes and rested her head against the tile on her bathroom wall. She had no proof... but she was damn sure it was his fault.
When had things changed? First the break in's, now someone was dead. What else didn't she know about? The twenty four year old sighed, flexing her injured hand, and stepped away from the wall. Maybe there was something to what the gender shifter had said... Maybe this was out of her hands, and she should go to the cops. Go to the right people, for once in her life. Megan brought her hand to her lips, sucking on one bloody knuckle as she turned back toward the sink and lifted a hand to open the mirror. Her eyes locked on her face again, twisted a little by the fragmented glass, and she froze.
A plan hatched in her mind. A weird... possibly quiet crazy plan. She found herself chuckling at the idea, more than believing in it. "If only I could be someone else, right?" The hair around her shoulder shifted, and a few pairs of little blue eyes peeked out, eyeballing the mirror and their mistresses bloodied hand. She heard their silent questions bounding around behind her eyes and frowned. Yes, she was bleeding. Yes, the wound would heal and she would be fine. She would be left with little scars, most likely... but that wasn't much different than the scars that littered her body already. Blue eyes dipped, eyeballing the sprinkling of dot scars. They were what made her unique, really. The twenty four year old blinked, and her eyes rose to inspect her face again. All of the angles in her jaw and cheeks. The way her eyes slanted... the color of her irises. All of those things made her stand out. They made her Megan.
Her frown returned, and deepened. As long as she looked like this, she was a target. As long as she looked like she had back then. The idea floating around in her head didn't seem all to crazy, now that she thought about it. Change her appearance, and she wouldn't be Megan anymore. Searching her face, she started to pick apart the various things she would want to change.. like her hair, or her eye color. Hair was easy enough... she did that for a living... but it also wouldn't exactly make her look like a whole new person. And eye color, she could always take care of that with contacts. That just left her... face. The bone structure... the flesh. Her lips pursed, and she reached out and opened the cabinet the mirror was attached to. Inside she had all of her hair supplies stored. Sparing her bloodied hand but a glance, she snatched up the nearest pair of scissors and shut the door.
Her sentries radioed back with the bird man's location, just as the blond next to her let slip a rather cryptic reply. It would be getting more fun? The spider queen's eyebrows rose slightly, and her curiosity doubled. Maybe she'd stick around longer, if things were going to get more interesting. Blue eyes glanced back to the dance floor, and she noticed that the feathers had vanished... for the moment. Megan set her bottle down after one more sip, and let the blond woman drag her off into the writhing, dancing bodies out on the dance floor.
Her spiders momentarily lost sight of the bird man, but scrambled out further along the ceiling until they found him again. Megan heard the chatter of spiders again, bluntly filling her in one the parrots actions, and she grinned at the blonde woman. Who, after introducing herself, now had a name! Lori She accepted the bottle, lifted it to her nose and sniffed, before taking a sip. It was light... not as sweet as her rum had been, but it would do. The drinks she had already had were getting to work at making everything seems less... enclosed. Someone was bouncing away behind her, pumping his arms in the air and he flailed away with the beat of the music.
"Lori, huh? I'm Megan... and I could definitely use a body guard right about now..." Not only from parrot guy, who she wasn't interested in meeting, but from certain other people. Or rather, one other person. Who will not be names, lest it summon him like a demon... Her grin widened at the feather comment. "Me? Feathers are nice... so long as they aren't attached to someone... and my spiders? Sadly, I don't have any bird eaters in my collection." Which, would be kind of cool, now that she thought about it. She wondered idly if she could grow her tarantula's big enough to attack the bird man... without killing herself in the process. "So you'll protect me from unwanted passes from giant feathery bird men?"
Meanwhile, Bianchi was growing tired of chasing down the girl who had come in with Yahn. He had been sure that she had been over by the tables the last time he saw her... but then he had gotten drawn into a business conversation. With lackeys running about everywhere, spreading M out to all of the humans, he had little to do at the moment, aside from talking and keeping himself entertained. Now, watching some silly humans run about, under the influence of booze, M, or whatever else had been spread around the party, was fun... but it was also a tad bit lonely. His guards cleared a path for him as he made his was back toward the stairs, and along the way he caught a hold of one of the lesser henchmen he kept around. Some guy named Terry, who had done a few things for him in the past. He leaned in close, smoothing back his head feathers with one blinged out hand, and ordered Terry to track down the girl and bring her to him... and then find Yahn. The fact that yani had yet to come see him wasn't helping his growing agitation any. Terry nodded and shot off, winding his way through the crowd in search of a black haired, blue eyes woman. It wasn't hard to find her, after stopping to pester a few people. She was with a blonde woman... someone who looked familiar... but the small time criminal couldn't place her. He grinned, already patting himself on the back for a job well done, and shoved his way over to the girls.
Megan felt someone latch onto her arm, just above the elbow, and she turned to blink and frown at the man holding into her. He looked ragged... unshaven... but was dressed in a fancy black silk shirt and dark jeans. "Bianchi wants to speak with you, come with me." He tugged, and Megan resisted. "Like hell!" She attempted to wiggle free of his grasp, but found that he was stuck to her. Terry grinned. He had taken a little bit of M himself that night, and being human it had an interesting side effect on him. Hundreds of quarter sized suction cups had sprouted on his pals, and the under side of his arms. He was suction cupped to her arm.
A grin stretched her lips in a cat like manner, or maybe it would have been spider like, if spiders had lips... Hetext had been sent, and she was busy toying with a tetris game in her phone, when someone brushed past her. It was enough of a brush to jostle her a little, but not enough of a bump to knock her over. Still, she head a very clear... if confusing, message flicker through her thoughts and her game was ruined. The L block landed squarely on top of a square block and her pattern was flubbed. Great. Blue eyes rose as she turned to figure out who had bumped her, while puzzling over the strange thought. The foreign thought... Some blonde woman, as it turned out, had been the culprit. I'm being stalked by a parrot? What the hell kind of thought was that? She didn't even know any par- ....Oh.
Bird dude and his lackeys. Oh sh*t. Megan spotted red head feathers peeking out above writhing bodies before her, approaching the drink table, and cringed. She might not have known a parrot man personally, but there sure was one at this party. With her bottle in hand, she backed up to the table, conveniently stepping behind a few people who were gathered, and turned to eye the woman some more. She was fixing herself a drink, and she looked... expensive. The twenty four year old eyed a few possible exits, and cleared her throat. Her tasty rum was kind of making it hard to think. "...Cool party, huh?" Those head feathers were getting closer. She cringed again, and ran a hand through her hair. Where the hell was Yahn?!
A few spiders clung to her fingers, little blue eyes taking in as much as they could before she casually flicked each of them over the table and onto the wall behind it. She didn't really care if the woman saw, obvious mutants were walking all around, so there was no real reason to hide it... and she didn't really care if the woman ended up being a spider hater, because screaming and running would make a pretty good distraction while she escaped the bird man's interest. "...Too bad most of these guys are total tools...." She chewed on her lip and eyeballed the read feathers peeking out from above the crowd. Parrot man had gotten snagged by a few old friends, and was trying to hastily back his way out of a conversation. She had some time... Her spiders made short work of the walls, and set up sentry positions to relay information back to her about bird man's position.
The party was hopping alright, people everywhere jumping and bouncing to the beats. Alcohol was vanishing in armloads, but reappearing just as quickly. Megan watched it all from her dark little corner, blue eyes darting about to try and spot the face of the man she had come with among the crowd. No such luck. Strange faces greeted her, some blitzed out of their minds- on their way toward the staircase that would lead them up stairs, others happy and friendly, but much too concerned with dancing, talking, or drinking to spare her a second glance. Megan frowned and took another dainty swig from her bottle. Her eyes were drawn up, to a little railed in balcony, where a colorful man was standing with a few other colorful people... She didn't recognize him, seeing as she wasn't really meant to be at such a party. She had merely captured the attention of a special guest.
Tony Bianchi, the flamboyant host of the party, dragged his eyes away from his attention capturing female guest to face the mass of people filling the room below him. Fingers that were decorated with brightly colored feathers, as well as gold rings that sparkled with diamonds, tapped the railing before him rhythmically, following the pulsing beat of the music. The party was going well so far, thriving even. Plenty of pretty faces around, though... a few had caught his attention. Turning his pointed chin, he peeked over his shoulder the way the blonde had gone, and smirked. A woman who knew what she wanted? His kind gal. He turned back to the crowd, feathers fluffing slightly with pride and raised his arms into the air, palms up. "My people!" His voice, buffed by specially mutated vocal cords, boomed and carried out over the music quite well. A good portion of the crowd below turned and lifted their drinks, or bottles, and cheered. "How are you all liking my little party?" Another group cheer went out, loud and boisterous enough to make the walls vibrate a little. Megan covered her ears and gritted her teeth. If there was one thing she didn't like, it was noise when there wasn't enough booze in her system to make her join in. She hadn't had nearly enough. "Lets make this party one to be talked about for years to come, shall we?"
The twenty three year old gulped down a few more burning mouthfuls of her chosen poison, while the parrot man went on stirring the crowd. Yahn, or Yani, as many called him, was making his way up the steps toward Tonys perch. His buddies had drifted off in the direction of the poker tables, something about winning back all the money they had lost the last time they played, which left Yahn time to get a few things done before he went looking for his blue eyed date. He didn't feel bad for temporarily ditching her, not really bad.. anyway. But he was going to make it up to her by showing her the time of her life... once he spoke to his boss.
"Hey... can I talk to you for a bit buddy?" Yani stopped, hands in his pockets, and turned to eyeball the guy who had approached him. He didn't look like much... dark hair, pale... probably some freak who had wandered out of the wig room. He could take him... Yahn wasn't threatened. A little smirk curled his lips and he shrugged, deciding to humor the guy. "Sure, just make it quick, kay? I have things to do, and a hottie waiting on me..." The man nodded, smiling back, and led Yani away into the thriving mass of bodies that filled the second story party room. Below, Megan had grown tired of seeking out fun... so, she would bring the fun to her! Her melon rum was settling nicely in her stomach, and her phone was already out and in her hands. She tapped a few keys, and wandered back over to the booze table while fleshing out her text. A few little fliers were scattered about, one of which she scooped up. It was the ad to the party, which was apparently supposed to be the 'party of the century'. Megan had doubts about that, serious doubts. Still, she tapped in the address on the flier and scrolled though her list of contacts in order to choose who to call. One name caught her eyes. She grinned, and pressed the send button.
Hey, Megan here! I felt bad about leaving so suddenly last time, and thought that maybe I could make it up to you? Do you like parties? If you do, then come to the address below and meet me. I'll be waiting inside. ;}
I would like to nominate Agnes Nicholas as this months MOTM! Though I have only been fortunate enough to snag a few threads with this wonderful, possessed teenager, I have read many and throughly enjoyed them all. Here are a few snippets of Agnes awesomeness!
She didn't notice him get up at first, and simply rambled on to herself, earning a few questioning glances from a couple as they passed. It wasn't until she turned her eyes back and noticed him walking away, that she realized what had just happened.
He had ditched her! Her cheeks flushed red for a moment, and then she realized that he had taken her spiders with him. "Hey!" Megan scrambled from the bench to follow after, leaving a lonely coffee cup sitting abandoned on the bench. "Don't think i'm letting you run off with my kids there, Sebastian." Not without proper compensation, at least! She fell into step beside him, and eyed him grumpily for a moment. The little spider party crawling about on his hands paused their games to eye her back, before deciding not to get involved until they absolutely had to. They still had yet to explore his arms, and try to string a web together from one hand to the other.
"Where are you off to anyway?" She tucked her hands into her pockets, and watched him from the corners of her eyes curiously.
Oh god... paparazzi. Of course what did she expect when dealing with a super cool hero? One who cool enough to realize that capes and lame ski masks were out dated and tacky. She waited to respond until the swam of camera and microphone toting blood suckers had vanished, to reply to him. "I'm doing great... and yeah, I'm a crime scene buff. Can't really help it." Aside from psycho ex's and her current hang over headache. Which, thankfully, was being kept at bay by her delicious coffee. "You on the other hand seem to be rather busy."
Megan eyed him, then eyed the diminishing crowd and swirled the coffee that was left in her cup. She was nearly out... but that was okay, because she had a nice, new fifty dollars in her pocket. "...So, Alchemist, I didn't know you were a super hero... you do this sort of thing all the time?" She thought about admitting her secret admiration for his type. The type who put everyone above themselves and fought for the side of good.... but didn't want to seem contradictory. Megan herself sometimes dreamed of slipping into skin tight leather and prowling the streets to fight crime.
...but she was far to realistic to believe that such a thing could ever come true. She knew herself, and herself was not a very nice lady. A witch, as someone had once called her. "Nice outfit, by the way... looks good on you." How she managed to say that without winking or smirking.. she didn't really know. First time for everything, she guessed. "Say... I was actually on my way to get something to eat, wanna join me? You can tell me tales of heroic deeds... like saving kittens from trees and stopping monsters from rampaging through the city." She pointed a thumb over her shoulder, back at the church. "...or that."
But, there was now a shiny knife lodged into her chair. Her nose wrinkled accordingly. It had happened to fast for her to flinch, and now that it was embedded in the wood she sure as hell wasn't going to. Her expression shifted to match her annoyance, and she plucked the knife out of the wood.
Boy, had it gone in deep. "Fine, fine. Enjoy your sandwich in solitude." Standing, she blinked down at him, then at the knife. "... I'll leave, but... i'm taking this with me!" She waggled the blade in the air, as if to emphasize her point, then turned on her heel and clip-clopped away.
"Ta-ta, Mr. Grumpy pants."
Though she doubted anyone else would be as fun to prod at, getting a knife chucked at you changed the situation a little. It was only fun until someone got hurt... and she would rather that someone not be her.
Ooh, jab at her being easy. Ouch. "Sir, you wound me." She rolled her eyes and plopped down in a seat at the next table over, folding her arms across the back of the chair. "Can you really be angry at someone for being friendly?" She knew the answer to that, but asked it all the same.
And giggled while she was at it. He could grump and insult her all he wanted, but now he had her attention and she wasn't going away. The attitude did make it awful hard to play the cheerful part, though. The smile dropped from her lips, and she opted for adopting a rather bored frown, while she drummed her fingers on the back of the chair. ".. and no. I am not going to *#%& off, nor will I be going into that germ ridden shame factory. This is a free world, and i'm allowed to wander around where I want. Maybe I just so happen to want to sit here. Right here, and stare at you while you eat." She could also openly stare at the man seated two tables away, who apparently thought that he should be allowed to wear tube socks under sandals and tacky Hawaiian shirts with an even tackier fanny pack around his waist in the middle June. It was wrong. Just... so wrong, on so many levels.
"If you don't want people to bug you, you shouldn't barge past them in doorways." Especially her. She had way too much free time, and was actually starting to like the one person she had expended it all on before. Stupid maya... having to be so damn likable. "And besides...It's much more fun for me to sit here and wait for that vein on your forehead to rupture like a little volcano, anyway."
Man had a mouth on him... and he hadn't answered her question! The twenty four year old pouted, attempting to bore holes in the back of his head with her eyes. Ignore her, would he? Fine. This had just become more than a pleasant chat. Her lips set in a determined line, and she stalked along behind him, struggling to match his longer strides. She was far too stubborn to let a few menacing words deter her.
"Geez, temper much?" Her hands hooked together behind her back, and her glanced over her shoulder as sirens filled the air in the distance. Ambulances, most likely. One glance at her watch told her that they were probably going to be a little too late. Hopefully.
...she wasn't bitter. Nope, not. at. all.
Still, she kind of felt like making sure. Her hair wiggled as she ordered a spider to tumble from it, and sent it on a recon mission to head back down the block and watch to see what happened. Meanwhile, as the little black creature scrambled off into the shadows, she followed along behind tall, dark, and pissed off. He was heading for some tables it seemed... and she was more than happy to tag along. She hummed to herself, eyeballing a few scantily clad women who exited the business across the street. Hookers... she assumed. Women who got paid to flash skin and be easy. Her nose wrinkled. Sounded like a dream job, up until that last part. Plus, she didn't think she could handle being touched all the time without snapping and planting a heel in someones eye. God only knew how many germs were in that place.
Her spiderling found himself a nice corner to spy from, and radioed back to her with news. One ambulance, and one cop car. Sirens off... Apparently her fight wasn't worth a squad of armed police men. Kind of disappointing, really... but not surprising.
Someone was asking questions, but it appeared that no one was giving answers. All of the bar goers simply shrugged and stated that it was the blonde who had started the fight. Excellent. She loved it when she didn't get blamed for things... Even more so when it was actually her fault! As soon as the paramedics brought the two injured people out, her spider chattered back at her again. Both were in equally bad condition, it seemed, but not really anywhere near kicking the bucket. The Shawn was suffering from shock and a semi bad reaction to widow venom. He had passed out shortly after Megan's little victory. Kristen was in similar condition, but rather than having a bad reaction to venom she was simply suffering from multiple swollen bite wounds on the inside of her throat. Both were facts that would have bummed Megan out a little, if she had known them.
Blinking, the blued eyed spider queen listened to rambling arachnid chatter about beds with wheels, tubes in necks, and some sort of needle injection and set about deciphering the message. The wheeled bed were of course gurneys... and she figured the tubes were probably to help them breath. Incision at the collar bone, tube into the windpipe. Seemed to match up. The injections though? She didn't know. Megan assumed they were anti inflammatory drugs or pain killers. How boring...
"Huh... looks like they survived. What a shame. You don't talk much, do you?" Pursing her lips, she set about staring boredly at the back of his head again.
There was nothing quite like a roped off crime scene to chase away boredom. Especially when it involved a church, and a mob of innocent bystanders. Megan was at the front of the line as if she were waiting to get on an amusement ride, right up against the yellow tape, slurping away at a giant cup of coffee like it was the last one on earth. She silently thanked whoever had invented the ungodly size of cup she held, and vowed that if she ever met them she'd kiss them right on the lips. It was unholy, but oh so enjoyable. Blue eyes watched the cops as they mulled about, hiding behind car doors and shouting things into a loud speaker. So typical. If they were smart, they'd just rush in and gun everyone down. Problem solved. Shifting on her feet, she scratched at a jean clothed ankle with a sneaker clad toe, and shoved her fee hand into the pocket of her jacket. As much fun as standing around waiting to hear gunshots, or see bad guys get taken down was... she was getting rather tired.
The whole reason she had shown up was to chance seeing one of the masked heroes running about the city. So far, she had seen nothing but sweaty cops and other curious pedestrians. A commotion off to the side caught her attention and Megan turned her head with the crowd. Yellow and blue caught her eyes almost instantly, just as whoever it was had pushed himself past the police barrier. Hmm. Would be super hero, perhaps? One she hadn't seen before. Her curiosity spiked, and she decided to stay a while longer. It wasn't long after that, that her attention was turned upward to witness a body come flying from the steeple on the church. A collective gasp coursed through the crowd. Megan watched as it plummeted, hit the ground with a crack and what she assumed was a squelch, and went back to slurping her delicious drink. She winced a little, but living with Roach had made her more or less impossible to gross out. Flying bodies were nothing, when you found a half nibbled on cat under the kitchen sink, and murdered family members in the hallway closet.
The hero entered the church, much to the grumbling of nearby cops, and Megan found herself standing on her toes to get a better look of the doorway. Someone nudged her in the ribs, catching her attention. "Bet ya twenty bucks he doesn't come out of there alive." Megan blew her bangs from her eyes and raised a brow at the man, who was roughly her age. All tattooed and clad in leather. Oh, he was sooo original. She shrugged, turning her eyes back to the church. "Sure, why not. He gets killed, I'll give you twenty bucks.... but, if he lives, you give me fifty. Deal?" The guy eyed her for a moment, before as cocky smirk settled on his lips. He figured he had this in the bag. Megan recognized that smirk all too well. She wore it often, after all. "Sure, why not? S'not like it'd be a bad thing to lose a bet to a cute girl anyway... "
She had already tuned him out, listening intently to the muttering of cops, and then, suddenly, the ringing of gunfire. Tattoo man's smirk widened, and Megan frowned a little. God help her, it better have been a bad guy getting shot, and not who her fifty bucks was riding on. More shots were fired, shouting echoed out from inside and more than a few screams fell on the ears of the gathered crowd. Then... Silence. Megan was on the tips of her toes, coffee cup clenched tightly in her hand. Tattoo man was chewing on his lip, with his arms crossed and fingers drumming a silent beat on his forearm. They shared a silent look between them, each frowning, and turned their eyes back to the door as someone stepped out...
...someone clad in blue and yellow.
Megan's grin damn near split her face in two and she turned to her grumbling, suddenly bitter bet partner. "That'll be fifty bucks, please and thankyou." He coughed it up begrudgingly, counting out two twenties and a ten, then attempted to continue a conversation with her. She was already walking away though, intent on following the heroic flavor of the day. She spotted him though the crowd, glimpses of yellow and sightings of a shield. He was fleeing. She needed to hurry up.... While she ducked and dodged past people, she wondered exactly what she was going to say. "Oh hey there, nice job saving the day!" seemed to .... rehearsed. And dropping cheesy super hero line was strictly against Megan rules. Still mulling over that question, she closed in on him and noticed something that distance had kept from her.
He had pink hair.
Immediately she thought back to a pool and pretending to be a giant, ship devouring monster. Oooh, boy. How delightfully awkward... "You know..." She started, stepping out from behind someone and into step with the pink haired, shield carrying hero. "...You look a lot better in swim trunks." She couldn't pin a name to him... just glimmer of recognition to one nice dip in the pool. Of course, she hardly expected him to remember her either.
Well, no. That was a lie. Everyone was expected to remember her. She was spectacular, after all. her straw was back in her mouth and she grinned at the guy, hurrying to match much larger strides than her own.