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.
"Ya're welcome.""Make yourself comfortable. Oh, and a few more things. No spiders in my bed, or in my clothes. An' if ya feed somethin' to the dog that makes her throw up, ya're gonna clean it up too."
She made a face right back at him. Gah, she had forgotten all about the pup. A little monster to go around vacuuming up her children like they were eight legged treats... She'd have to keep her spiders outside the room, for their own safety.
... plus, it probably wouldn't hurt to keep some around to watch the door- just in case.
"Yeah yeah. No spiders in the bed, or clothes. Gotcha." She watched him move about, then flopped back onto her- hers! all hers!- bed and curled up in her blankets again.
She had a lot to think about... A lot to plan, but first she'd take a nap and let it all settle...
"Fair enough""I'll help ya sign up. There are rules though. First of all:" he leaned closer with a smirk "No. Stealing. My underwear."
She grinned in response. Offering no apologies, but making no arguments. Luckily, she was not one to pull the same stunt twice. Now, pillow, books, dvd's, and other items were totally still up for grabs.
"Also, let me know in advance if ya're bringin' a guy home, 'cause I liek barging in through the mirrors. And please, do make sure ya don' bring home any more creeps.""Welcome to the Mansion."
Shooting him a soft glare for mussing up her hair, she smiled back and picked at her blankets. "Oh, don't worry about that. I don't play the dating game... I learned my lesson, so you're not-so-innocent ears are safe from the passionate sounds of lady love."
She'd totally still screw with him though, every now and then. Just because.
"...Gawain?" Blinking, she turned so she could look at him and blinked. "...Thank you." It didn't seem like much just by looking at her expression, her posture... but being invited to stay at the mansion was... wonderful. Much more wonderful than she deserved, and she knew it.
"That takes us back to the original question""Gettin' rid of the guy. And nah, I'm not volunteering to actually cut his throat... maybe to hang him by the... meh, never mind. MRC? by the way, stands for Mutant something something Crime unit, they are police who specialize in our kind. Some of them are real jerks, but they are mostly okay. And I bet they would love to pick up a creep like that."
Ah... That made sense. A special task force to handle mutant situations. She was still unsure as to whether she wanted to get involved with them or not. Pulling people into personal problems tended to make things messy... and, as much as she hated to admit it to herself, anyone she felt was worthy of hearing her problems was someone she didn't really want involved. She had more or less caved this time... being too tired to think up a proper lie. SHe saw him glance at her, and turned her head to look right back at him.
"Also, what's it with you girls and runnin' away? Ya're not gonna find a better place like this one, an' none that has the X-men either. An' I need a new roommate anyway, and I like you a lot better than Speedy boy."
"...Hey hey hey, running away is only half of it. There is also the complicated mess of making sure you didn't exist in the last place you lived, and of course coming up with new and more interesting persona's to live as for the next handful of years." She blinked, not in the least bit serious. The kid had a point, she knew it- everyone else knew it, but she was used to doing things a certain way."...To be honest, I'm not sure how to fight back... I-...wait..."
...Had he just? She stared at him, lips parted slightly as she paused, rewound, and re-played what he had just said in her head. "You... want me to be your roommate?" Blue eyes wide, she searched the kids face- looking for a smirk... a hint of malice.. anything that would tell her it was practical joke, a jibe. Her lips twitched, curving up into an awkward smile and she felt a tear break loose from the iron grip she had on her emotions. Before she could stop herself, control herself, she leaned over and squeezed him as hard as she could in a hug.
... A very unnatural feeling hug. When had the last time she had hugged someone been? Years. Drawing back, Megan sniffled quietly and got herself under control again. "You know what? Sure, how do I sign up? Oh, also... If you tell anyone, anyone, that you saw me cry... i'll stick you to the ceiling while you're asleep."
Being jostled around while big foot attempted to carry her off into the shadows of the city brought back memories. Hairy, sweaty and smelly memories. She had done this before, her mind told her, only the last time it had been a monkey and she had been pleasantly smashed. Oh, and there had been a super hero. Which was awesome.
While being clutched up under the brutes arm like more of an object and less of a person, she tried to keep her ribs from snapping like twigs with every large step and uselessly kicked at the guys side and back with booted feet. Oh yes, this was very familiar. Hopefully though, it would lack the climbing of any buildings and a full out squadron of cameras and microphones below this time.
She couldn't crane her neck around enough to be able to see past his stupid hairy forearm, but she could feel her messenger bag bouncing sharply against her hip. Megan was forced to drop her pummeling tool, aka her yellow helmet, from her hand in order to arm herself for what she had planned. Literally. Inside her bag she knew she had her pepper spray, as well as the little taser that had saved her her from such a situation once before. Half halfheartedly, as she reached for her bag with her only free arm, she wondered if this situation would be any less annoying if she had an ice cream and a good book to go along with it.
Her gloved fingers sank into the canvas of her makeshift purse and she tried to elbow herself a little more room in the crook of the guys elbow while she searched. If she could just get past the friggen bouncing, she could get her weapon out and stick it between his damn ribs. Problem solved,... right?
Wrong.
The big oaf chose that moment to turn and peek over his shoulder to make sure he wasn't being followed. It turned out he was. The same three eyed pipsqueak from before was coming after him, and what looked like an f-ing jet stream of water wasn't far behind. He came to a sudden, jolting stop and turned around before she could get her hand in her bag. A jolt of water, which felt like all of Niagara falls, hit her full in the face as Henry lifted her and literally used her as a barrier between himself and the water attack. He smirked, holding his struggling- drowning- shield while he face down the little man with three eyes. The... strange, oddly quiet man.
Henry paused for only a moment, before he thought better of the idea to confront the man and turned on his heel to resume running. He darted around a corner and into another alley (of all things), thinging that the rogue water stream couldn't follow, and dragged a soaked Megan along under his arm with him- who looked very much liked a wet cat and was currently coughing up water.
His lack of response was both refreshing and... kind of aggravating. Blinking, she grinned and turned blue eyes back to him. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all. She relaxed visibly.
"Surprisingly, I've never talked to a lawyer before. You're my first~." A very surprising fact to anyone who would claim to know her. She had preformed enough actions in her life that she technically should have had the numbers of a mod of lawyers and attorneys... but she had been relatively careful up until lately. Various fist fights had either ended up with someone stuck to a wall and her fleeing the scene, or in a new round of drinks and a new found respect for the one who sported the bigger black eye. (which was generally Megan)
"So, that's gotta be a ton of fun. Locking away the bad guys and what not." Kind of like a hero... minus the awesome and neat looking suit. Still a better job than dealing with decrepit old lady hair for the rest of your life...
Turning, she accepted her chicken on a stick from the man behind the counter. "..Thanks."
The big thing stopped, or at least it's foot steps did, but then she could hear others- a lot lighter. Blinking, the blue eyed woman muttered something under her breath that didn't quite come out right, and attempted to prop herself up. Hot damn! It felt like she had been mowed over my a train. She was vaguely aware of someone near her, but couldn't really focus on anything what with the world swaying violently around her.
With her knees bent to help keep her upright, and her boot heels digging into the ground she reached up to remove her helmet. Shaking her head in an attempt to clear her mind, she unknowingly sent a hand full of her children flying this way and that, while the rest had manage to cling to her hair like their lives depended on it. When her eyes focused finally, she glanced down at the helmet in her hands- which now sported a decent sized dent. "...@*!?" Thank you, everyone who had ever told her to wear a damn helmet. Pressing a palm to her face, she glanced past whoever it was standing near her, looking all.... serious and stuff, to the other side where a nice little wobbly figure stood out from the rest of the wiggling world. She blinked, forcing her eyes to focus.
“Freeze! N-Y-P-D!!”“Put your hands up! NOW!”
...Aww, crap. Half turning, she spotted the hulking mass of man who had batted her into next week- still there. Looking positively miffed. Great. Being angry and ranting when the target of your rage was gone, and could not smush your head like a grape was one thing.. this... this was entirely another. The urge to stand and dart past the heroic, suicidal cop and his weird ally companion was great, but the feeling was just starting to return to her toes from her recent K.O. She wasn't going anywhere. With her brows drawn together, she uttered one silent command to her little spider army... or at least those that were still alive. Follow. Her squad of little black bodies too to the shadows, keeping their eyes trained on the angry looking fellow at all times. (while remaining as far away from open areas as possible, because none of them wanted to get eaten by birds. Again.) She heard the first spider radio in, then the rest. Hit and run man was not getting away, even if she had to track him half way across the city! ...And by she, she meant Copper man and his squad of do-gooders.
Henry was only getting more and more angry as he stood there. Fists clenching and un-clenching at his sides, eyes darting between the puny looking three eyed mutant, who had the gall to ask him if he had 'problems' and the cop who had just appeared with his weapon pointed and ready. What was it with things constantly getting in his way? The man grunted, a strangled, rage filled sound, and took a step forward. he barely paid any attention to the woman as she pushed herself up onto wobbly feet, before an idea- a small, wimpy armed idea... but still- came to him like a light bulb clicking on in his head. Pedestrians couldn't chase him if they were dead, and cops couldn't shoot at him if he had a meat shield, right? It was perfect. With a few mighty steps, he rushed forward and grabbed for the back of the woman's collar, while his other massive hand swung for the brick wall next to her. The impact sent a shock wave up the wall, and spider web like cracks shot out in every direction. He pulled his fist free of the crater he had left behind, grabbing onto a chunk of the building as he withdrew to ensure it would collapse down into the alley.
Megan barely got out a gasp of surprise before she was violently plucked away from the crumbling wall, and into the arms of a not-so-handsome man. Hit and run man. Who had failed to run.... he was turning, attempting to flee the scene... again. She wriggled futility in his grasp and had to change her plans. Screw watching! ATTACK! ATTACK! ATTACK! A dozen little black bodies rained down from the surrounding walls onto the man like a plague. He ignored them, swatted a few from hs face in annoyance, and exited the alley in three huge strides. Well... so much for her plan. Megan watched as spiders rolled off of him onto the sidewalk. A grey, orange eyed bird darted down in a flurry of wings, and another spider was lost...
You would expect that having something as useful as silk at your beck and call would make life more fun. One would think, anyway... But no. She had tried jump roping with it- that ended in a twisted ankle and bruised knees. She had tried wadding it up and using it like a soft ball- that ended when it refused to come off the end of her bat... She had tried using it for arts and crafts... and had watched a dozen or more of her spider-lings die in a tragic, but not totally unexpected fire. Hell, she had even tried knitting with the damn stuff. (the result of which was promptly set on fire and will never be spoke of again) After many failed attempts at trying to find uses for her own product, she decided to take the lab outside and test it against man made nature.
Testing the elasticity of the silk had been a bad idea... seeing as her scooter was now missing a bumper, so she ditched her equipment and moved off on foot. Still decked out in her riding gear, she trudged off into less car ridden neighborhoods in search of an alley with a good amount of stairs and railing. If she was going to attempt what she had in mind, she wanted a little bit of a safety net below to catch her if (when) she screwed up. The twenty four year old marched herself into a particularly ghetto part of town, but did end up finding what she was looking for. A nice sized alley, with plenty of space on either side was where she set up camp. First, she set about clearing the area of trash cans and assorted junk- grumbling under her breath while doing so- then she secured a small, flimsy safety net from one side of the alley to the other with some sticky silk. her plan was beginning to bloom, all that was left was to climb up and secure her rope.
The ladder fought her at every turn, so much so that she nearly gave up twice until her body weight combines with swearing and angry tugging got it to slid down from above and nearly crush her underneath. Up she went, high enough that she knew she'd break a leg if she flat fell, and she secured her tether with a good sized glob of sticky, silky spit. After a few tugs, she was under the impression that it was going to hold, so she slipped her scooter helmet on and turned to pumping herself up. "...Alright Meg... you can do this. Its just a swing, like Tarzan... and you have a net to catch you if you fall..." Glancing down, she gulped and took a deep breath.
Why was she doing this, you ask? Because Megan Rova was a woman obsessed... with super heroes. She had seen masked men gallivanting around the city first hand, even been rescued by one once, so there was no way she was going to sit back and let them have all the fun. Sure, she couldn't shoot a gun to save her life.... and people were more likely to see her backside bounding away in the opposite direction when it came to a fight... but she could still be useful, right? ....right?! She had already helped out a hero once with her silk, why not find another way to use it in the long run? Picking up her silken rope (her soon to be lifeline), she glanced down one end of the alley to the other. No cars, no people. perfect. Planting one foot on the railing, she hoisted herself up and took another deep breath. "...Here we go!"
The jump was easy, falling sucked though. Megan was barely able to hold back a shriek as she plummeted- having not gained the distance she needed to actually swing. Thankfully she found her grip before she hit her net and thus only ended up swinging like a fail sack of potatoes in the middle of the alley. It was around this same time, while she was trying to figure out how to get around her little net, that she heard sirens fast approaching at one end of the alley. Then, she heard an awful rumbling and crashing sound, and something like rocks on metal. A figure appeared at one end of the alley, heading her way like a bullet. She barely had enough time to curse before he was on top of her with one hand reaching out to swat her like a fly. Her thread snapped, her net was decimated, and Megan Rova was sent flying like a home run baseball out of the alley. She was fairly sure she had left orbit, on account of all the stars floating around her, until gravity once again took hold of her and she smacked onto the roof of a passing car and bounced like a skipped stone.
Pavement met face, face that was suddenly thankful for the protection her helmet provided, and she blinked up at the dancing stars as a heavy pair of feet went thundering on by. "...someone... someone get the plate numbers of that SUV that just hit me...please..." Come the time when she regained control of her thought processes, she'd be so piiissed.
"You in a wedding dress? Runnin' away across the country? Talk 'bout Kill Bill meets Corpse Bride."
Okay... So he was funny. She'd give him that. Megan cracked a smile and came back into the world of the living with a snort of laughter. But, of course, he had to go and ruin the moment by touching her. "God help me if I have to wear a yellow track suit... I'd sooner die."
"All right. So. I'm assuming he doesn't want the ring back... Guy's devoted, gotta give him that. So, are we gettin' rid of the creep, reporting him to MRC, or....?"
"Only if it's attached to my finger, I'll bet." She paused, blinking, and turned a confused look his way. "...MCR? What the hell is that?" Something she had yet to hear about, obviously... which wasn't surprising seeing as she hardly paid attention to anything but herself these days. Blinking again, her confusion doubled as she replayed what he had said in her head. "..wait... did you just?... 'getting rid of'..?"
..had he just offered to help her kill someone?! Maybe she had pegged him as much more innocent that he actually was. She narrowed her eyes a little, and raised an eyebrow. "...never mind. I'm just going to do what I always do. Gather up the stuff I want to keep, and move somewhere else. It works for a while... maybe this time I'll actually lose him..." A cowards way out, she knew that, but she had never claimed to be anything else.
"Ya're not still in love with him, are ya? Because it would make things so much easier if you weren't..."
The spider queen choked, and let out a bark of laughter. "What?! That's about as likely as me volunteering at an orphanage." Which was never going to happen.... unless she was given one of the kids as a present, then maybe. "I didn't even know what love was back then, and i'm sure as hell not in love with him now!... What I have from that life is a handful of nice memories, nothing more."
With a sigh, she propped her arms behind her and sat up a little. If only so she wasn't staring at the ceiling anymore.
"So... you dump him an' he stalks you? Has he told you what he wants?"
She snorted. If only... "...yeah, well... lets just say that it's a bit more complicated than that... and that there is more than just a strong possibility that he wants me, how that doesn't sound too egotistical..." No, not to complicated at all... just a life time of planning and promises complicated... that's all. Megan sat up fully, locking her fingers in the blankets around her. She wanted to drop it, she wanted him to drop it too. Hell, she felt more like throwing herself out a window than explaining anymore... but for once she had dragged someone else into her mess, and for some strange reason she felt like she owned him an explanation.
Sighing again, her shoulders slumped as she gave up and she dropped her defiant attitude completely. It wouldn't help her here. "Trent is...a complicated man. He's nice, caring... all of that BS, but he's got a weird view of the world and life." of something like that... "He thinks that everything is set, that when you get something its meant to always here there. From what I can understand its like he thinks that there is only one path in life, or something... and that if you change it- or someone else does- it screws the whole thing up."
Megan scowled bitterly, and toyed with her finger nails. "....we were engaged. Gave me a ring and everything..." That damned burning sensation was back again. her frown deepened. "I-... I can remember being so happy when she asked me. Like I was floating... but the more i started to thing about it, the more I began to realize that I wasn't ready. Not for marriage, not even for a long term relationship..." She blinked and ceased her fidgeting for a moment, staring off into nothing as she thought back. "I confessed to him that i was having doubts... He was angry at first, but he calmed down. Spent the better part of two hours talking my ear off, explaining what he believed."
She laughed, and shook her head. "I thought he was nuts. Off his damn rocker. I made up my mind that I was going to leave, but I told him that he had laid my fears to rest. Two days was all I had to make a plan before the wedding. I couldn't call my parents, didn't want them involved. So I scrounged up as much money as I could find and on the big day I was half way across the states, still in my wedding dress." Not the best plan... but it had worked- for a while... "I heard through the grape vine that his entire family was there. Brother's, sister's, Aunts and uncles." As if in after thought, she muttered, "..I still have the ring..."
The giant bugs antics aside, Megan has just about gotten a fork full of salad to her mouth before the Roach dumped his food onto the floor. With her fork hovering before her face, the blue eyed deviant watched as her roommate chomped away at his plate. ...her plate. ...her plate!!
"My good china!!" She own food was suddenly forgotten as she stood from her seat and set about collecting up all of the dishes close to the bug. "I just bought these! Argh! You are insufferable!" With the extra plates and cups gathered at her side of the table, she picked up her fork again and pointed it at the turkey. "A little salad won't kill you, you know.... now eat something besides the tableware."
Her anger at losing a plate faded fast, and she munched on her own food while settling back down into her seat. "...So, Roachy, how was your day? Eat anyone particularly tasty? Cause any notable mischief I missed out on?"
"Ooooh nope, ya don' get to not deal with all that. C'mon, Ch... Megan. Up."
Megan groaned loudly, on purpose, and tried to wiggled farther away from him. What was this kid, a shrink? Why is it that all of the people she pestered had the same damn annoying habit of caring. She was under the distinct impression that if more people in the world were like her, it would be a far more tolerable place.
"Soo, I've got questions for ya""Does the creep know ya're a mutant?.... Is he a mutant?"
Of course he did. She groaned again, but this time it was far less dramatic. "..Yeah, he knows. It was one of the things that brought us together." She blinked up at the ceiling, feeling out of place and more of less naked because of the subject. "...Other than my family... he was the only person from that life who knew what I was." She struggled for a moment to find proper words to explain everything, and blinked again. "Everybody knew what he was, he wasn't ashamed of it. People feared him because he was proud of his power... He didn't take crap from anybody, and never backed down from a fight."
...Ah, that was part of why she had loved him. She felt the annoying sensation of buried tears behind her eyes and set her lips in a hard line as she fought them back. "...He can vibrate, really intensely." She shot Gawain a sideways glance and covered up her uneasiness with a smirk. "..Leave it to me to find the one guy on earth who vibrates, right?" Ah... balls. The joke didn't help make her feel any better.
"...it was really amazing, watching his use his power. Ripping down walls, or turning rocks to dust. Didn't affect people though. Only problem was that he's a complete and utter mental case. Lucky me."
"What's love gotta do with all this? Ya didn't go out with this creeper, did you? Is he an ex of yours?..."
"More like a waking nightmare..." She muttered, and sighed. "You know that phase most teenage girls go through? Fawning over the dark, brooding guy who glares at everything and sports constant five o' clock shadow? ....Well, he was my teenage mistake. My dreamy, mysterious obsession."
"I doubt I'd have to worry about the baby thing anytime soon. I guess I'm safe for the moment."
'Careful, moments are fleeting." The bitterness in her voice was obvious at first, but it drifted off as she stared pointedly, and furiously at a spot on the wall across the room. "..I thought he was everything... Hell, I could probably even go so far as to say I worshiped him..." ...not loved, no... not ever loved. "We met in high school, two kids who thought they were better than everyone else. He decided to drop out, get a job and start acting like an adult... so, naturally I followed suit."
Blue eyes blinked, refocusing for a moment as she wrinkled her nose in annoyance. "I was with him for two years. We lived together- my mom was pissed about that.... but, well obviously it didn't last." She laughed, soft and humorless, and raised her eyes to the gender shifter. "Look at me, confessing my deepest, darkest secrets to a kid. Boy, have I really fallen."
With a huff, she sank down further into her blankets and closed her eyes- as if it would solve all of her problems. (which she kind of hoped it would...)
Crossing her arms over her chest, she adjusted herself so that she was leaning against the wall and smirked at the hog-tied man. Served him right, for being such a goody goody. She raised her eyes to the other girl, who was still rather unclothed... and cocked and eyebrow.maybe it was just the hangover, but the girl had adopted the look of a frightened rabbit. What, had she grown a set of a hairy spider legs? Megan blinked, and quickly turned her head to make sure she hadn't, in fact, grown any extra legs over night... ~ “Hey cutie, wanna get out of here? My fuzzy friend wants to go somewhere new,” It was the alcohols fault that Megan turned and blinked over her shoulder for a moment, before it dawned on her that the girl was looking at her and not at someone else over her shoulder. With a inebriated giggle she shouted her reply over the music and took a step to follow the girl down. Said step turned into a trip, which was gracefully covered up by the mass of bodies below assuming that she wanted to go crowd surfing. After a short, stomach turning ride she was deposited down along side her new dancing buddy, and wobbled after them as her senses came sloshing back to her.
Her little trio party came to an abrupt stop in the doorway, and with smelly sweat soaked bodies pressing in on her from almost every angle, she decided to take matters into her own hands and sacrifice her precious mane of beads for the greater good. More drinks, new people, bigger place! ...hopefully... there was also a strong possibility of passing out on top of a bar somewhere along the way. Sidestepping a pair of dancing girls with as much grace as she could muster in her current state, she tugged a handful of beads from around her neck- nearly pulling off her mask in the process, which would not do- and started hurling them out into the night air. The people outside took notice and there was an excited scramble for the necklaces. She ignored the wave of flashed jiggly bits, and tried to steer her new friends through the parting crowd... ~ “Fuzzyb—erm, I mean Anthony…do you know this lady?”
lady?! Blue eyes narrowed and her nose wrinkled with displeasure. She wasn't old enough to deserve that title yet! Before she could get in a biting remark about how the young and pant-less shouldn't sling old matron names at twenty three year old's, the fuzzy one spoke.
"Not as well as you, I would imagine. You both look like you spent the night in a full tub."
"Oh? You wound me sir... and here I thought we were pals." She ignored the wink, and smiled smugly down at him, "Besides, I'll bet you'd have killed to be in that tub, Fuzzybutt."
Turning her eyes back to the other girl, she re-raised a delicate eyebrow and smirked. "Never would have pegged you as the type of girl to tie a guy up."
A smug little smile curled the corners of her lips as she stepped forward in line and placed her order. Of course he'd follow suit, chicken was the bomb. Nobody could say no. Nobody.
"Well, You're interesting. Fun to talk to. Pretty. I didn't put much thought into it, honestly. It just seemed like a no-brainer."
For once, Megan didn't have anything to say. Not a damn thing. He thought she was... fun to talk to? The pretty thing was obvious... and the interesting thing didn't catch her off guard in the slightest... but, when had someone ever said something like that to her before?
So... honest?....Naw. People weren't honest by nature, and if they were they were damn stupid and naive.
She blinked, slack jawed for a moment, before she clenched her teeth shut and turned away from him to puzzle over his answer. Everything he had said had been... positive. "So you enjoy arguing in circles with people then? Because that's about all I'm good at when it comes to talking." She snorted softly, wondering if he had ever considered a career in the courtroom.
She stepped aside to wait for her food, and fiddled with her fingers behind her back. She felt a little off now, like she had been jostled from her high horse, or like someone had stolen her pedestal. "I'm not exactly the nicest person around here, you know..." She started again, rather lamely. "...Only reason I accepted your offer is because I'm having an off day." She paused for a moment, then added quickly, "and for the free food, of course." For just a second, she couldn't tell if she was trying to convince him, or herself...
She peered at him for a moment from under her bangs, her lips pursed while she thought. "You aren't some kind of head doctor are you? Trying to dig into social outcast's minds to find out what makes us broody and mean?"