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.
Holding back a few unladylike laughs, she watched the show calmly, and poked at the spider hanging in front of her face. With it swinging back and forth before her like a pendulum, she turned her attention back to the boy who was trying to blow the spider off of him like a big bad wolf. He sneezed, and the little creature sailed her way, landing snugly in her lap. "Why, Hello there." Grabbing the edges of her skirt, she tugged and bounced the spider from her lap onto the coffee table- where it ran a few circles as its head spun. Too much flying, not enough being stable. She felt her lips twitch in amusement at his mild outburst, and turned her gaze upwards to follow his for a moment.
"I wouldn't call it weird, it's the middle of summer after all. You probably have a nest somewhere close by." Her lips pursed, and she dropped a smiling gaze back down to him in time to catch the end of his frown. She couldn't stop herself from winking. "Now, to see this kitchen." She announced, and got to her feet quickly. The spiders that had been dangling dropped from their threads and darted back to the safety of the shadows as she left the room.
Her eyes swung left and right as she received scattered directions towards the kitchen. The small spider on the coffee table shook itself one last time, and turned to watch her exit, before swiveling about to stare up at Gawain. It still held a grudge at being poked... but the human hadn't smooshed him, so he was alright. For a human. It tapped its front legs on the table a few times, then turned and skittered away- just as Megan reached the kitchen door.
The spiders trance was broken when the poking began. It turned around to face the poker, and tilted its body in confusion. It had done nothing to deserve such treatment, why was this happening? The human's lips moved, but it didn't understand. The small creatures mouth parts wriggled, imitating, and then the paper was back. Prodding at its behind. It drummed its front legs against the couch in annoyance and hunkered down low to the couch. Megan sat across from the scene, smiling slightly, and simply let what was to happen, happen.
"No no, I understand. I have somewhat of an affection myself for the little creatures." She uncrossed her leg and leaned back in the chair, hooking it over the chairs arm. It was amusing at least, to hear the questions shot her way from a speck of her own flesh and blood. She could hear the faint chattering of the others behind the questions, wondering how long they wold have to hold position, or how one had just happened into the kitchen, and one wanted to know if it could eat a nummy looking bug it had found under a bed. Megan sighed, and crossed her arms behind her head, her fingers intertwining as she prepped the others in her hair on what was to happen.
The spider on the couch had had enough though. It sank back further, reared its behind into the air, and then launched itself at the face of he who pokes. Megan took that moment to release the other spiders from her hair. They repelled down the far side of the chair, out of direct sight for the moment, and crawled around behind the TV to split up. Between the ten of them, they each claimed a visible corner and started to set up webs of varying size. A few crawled across the ceiling and rooted their webs securely- before dropping down on silken lines like little eight legged spies. Megan blinked, crossing her eyes momentarily to fix her vision one one fuzzy black jumping spider before her face, then turned them Gawains way. She lifted a finger and pointed at the two small spiders fighting each other for a thread to the left of the boy. "It seems you have a bit of an infestation though..."
Her grin spread in time with the boys, and she took her first steps inside, carting her little red wagon behind her. Yes, it was a nice idea, too bad it was mostly a lie. They could have the cookies once she left- she wouldn't eat them anyway. With the wheels of her wagon over the threshold, she glanced around curiously. Her scout’s received a silent command to spread out and search, and they did just that. One headed up the wall by the stairs, intent on checking out what rooms were held upstairs, while two others headed off along the ceiling for where the kitchen was located. One remained by the door, watching the interaction between his creator and the other biped, while the last one got comfy on the arm of the couch in the living room, its eyes focused on the TV. Such a small brain didn't understand what the moving pictures were, but it did know that the little dog on the screen was very, very captivating....
"If ya don' mind a few weird people around, that is. 'tis a special school, after all"
Her eyes narrowed like a cats for a moment, before she lifted a hand and waved it casually. "Oh, don't worry about me. I do well with weird..." One of the spiders within her hair peeked out from behind her earlobe, little blue eyes watching as Megan dropped the handle of her wagon, and plopped herself down into a chair next to the couch. It. was. Heaven. "Now, which kind of cookie would you like to munch on?" She bent an arm over the side of her seat, and shuffled through her stolen merchandise. "Samoa? Thin mint? Do-si-do?" She paused, crossing her legs, and brought her eyes to him. “I’m Charlotte, by the way.”
Bobbing her head while she waited, she resisted the urge to dance, and rolled her eyes skyward. At least, if her plans failed at scoping out the school, she could retreat into lovely weather- maybe the park. Plenty of people in the park to pawn cookies off on. The door in front of her cracked open, and she dropped icy eyes onto the boy who has answered her knock. Her grin dropped into a comfortable smile, and she held a box of Samoas up at her shoulder and waggled it temptingly.
"Hey there cutie, I’m going door to door today, to give away free samples of our cookies before sales fully start up again... I happened past, and thought it might be nice to drop some of these off for all of you hard working students." Also- eating said cookies, which are likely to be chalked full of msg, will most definitly get you hooked and you will crave those scout cookies until the day you take you last, ragged breath... She wasn’t bitter, not at all. Having to give up all things cookie when she had started producing silk way back when has turned out to be a blessing, a very mean, horribly, blessing... Megan tilted her head slightly at the end of her inner grump fest, smile still in place, and peered around his shoulder curiously into the room behind.
"Say, would it be possible for me to sit somewhere for a little while? It feels like I’ve been walking all day, and my dogs are barking..." Also while she was in there she could look around see if it was capable of being a good future hideout. With friends like meld, and a possible warrant on her head for the attempted theft of a spider, she liked to have all her bases covered when it came to living quarters. Silently, she broadcast an order to her waiting pets to move out.
They followed the order swiftly by crawling out between vent slots and in from outside windows, and perched on the walls and ceiling as they took a look around. She knew she only had a handful in there, maybe five or six jumpers- while the rest were well hidden in her hair. She was confident in their spying abilities.
Normally Megan wasn’t one to get herself into trouble without a good reason behind it, but something about the large, protective gates surrounding the mansion had caught her attention and held it when she had passed by a couple of days ago. She had heard about the place somewhere through the grapevine, but had never actually been interested enough to stop on by until now. It screamed boarding school, and made her wish she had chosen to wear a white shirt and a plaid skirt… Instead of the getup she was currently decked out in.
“Why do they make these damn things so damned itchy?” She muttered to herself, adjusting the waist of her skirt and then her sash. She was seriously considering tracking down the maker of the uniform to complain. Her babies had already scaled walls and windows alike, and had found a nice little vent with which to squeeze through. She would have eyes on the inside to scout out possible party poopers, even before stepping foot inside the gates! She dropped a hand to her shoulder bag to turn down the volume of her mp3player, effectively silencing the lyrics and tune of ‘Stayin Alive’ to anyone’s ears but her own. Then she adjusted the green beret on top of her head, and made sure to tuck the edges of her shirt in. Oh, the scouts would be so proud… if they ever figured out that it was she that had run off with a uniform and a cart full of boxed cookies, and managed to forgive her…. Puffing her chest out proudly, and with a deep breath, Megan raised a finger and poked the little button at the side of the gate. “Hello? Anyone there to open the gates?”
The pale finger withdrew and she grinned, tugging on the back of her skirt angrily while she waited. Who would have guess that she could still fit into children sized clothes? Not she, that’s for sure. Hopefully it didn’t look as bad as it felt, she would hate to scare away anyone she was soon to be meeting. A voice crackled back over the intercom, asking who she was and what she wanted, and she only had to mention her assumed job, and maybe mention a few free samples to get the gate open. Her grin widened, and she bent to pick up the handle to the small red wagon behind her, before making her way inside and toward the front doors. The twenty three year old raised a fist and rapped on the door solidly a few times, even throwing in a cheerful “Girl Scouts of America!” at the end.
Great, just great. Of all the crime fighters in the city she ended up with the one who owned a golden heart. Inner eyeroll time... She poked at the unmoving man on the floor in front of her, trying to work up something adequately heroic to say, while listening to the kid speak. What was up with that lisp? Part of his mutant charm? More curious, why was he trying to reason with people who obviously didn't give a crap about human life?... Hm... maybe he was playing the I just killed four of your guys card. The corners of her lips upturned in a smirk, and she dropped her chin to hide it. It was then, that the Watch out! reached her ears, and as she reacted (arms flung to one side, teeth gritted and feet spinning around) she caught sight of who had screamed it... and why. Apparently one of the guys had been lively enough to lift his gun again.... but, it looked like he was taken care of now, what with those lovely new holes decorating his neck and chest. "Why, thank you sir!"
Now that was more like it! Good old R rated blood and guts, the stuff of movies. Her hands flew to her lips, covering her mouth, and she adopted her best impression of 'scared weak woman'. Who the guy was... now that was a mystery. She'd have to ask him once this was all over where he shopped for his spandex.... When Koga moved again, and silently handed her a little ear thingamajig, she had to pause and blink, keeping her 'Ewwwww' to herself. She didn't want to put that thing in her ear, let alone hold it in her hand. As soon as the kid moved to hand the new guy the other one, she tossed it quickly over her shoulder. She wouldn't need it anyway, her babies could tell her anything she wanted... "So, I guess the plan in to bust in there and take them out..." She nearly stopped, but had to remind herself to add, "..before they kill anyone else?"
Red ground his teeth together, staring at the back of the woman's head to knelt in front of him, his gun nestled snugly up against her skull. "Who the hell is this punk?! He sounds like a freakin pushover!" Yellow grinned, mimicking Koga's extended ssssss as best as he could, while forcing another passenger to kneel in front of him. "I say we pick one off to show the kid we're not kidding." The man before him sobbed, tucking his hands over his face. Red, who was staring intently out the window, into the darkness of the tunnel, poke next. "Yeah... try warning him again first, we are losing all of our bargaining chips." Yellow nodded, and turned on his mic, shifting his gun to the side away from his hostages head. "This is your last warning." He stated, his voice both cold and amused. He pulled the trigger, and the woman in front of red screamed. "Any more funny business and the lady dies next." The barrel of his gun returned to his victims head, and he nodded to Red. The boss picked up the train's radio, "We are on our way out, have the 'copter ready and waiting- we expect the bags to be inside." A voice crackled back over the radio, asking if everyone was still alive or not, and if they had let the other hostages go on purpose. A scowl over took Red's thin lips. "Call it, a gesture of faith. Do not make me regret it." He left the woman temorarily to set the train back in motion...
"...Uh, did anyone else just feel that?" Megan asked, blinking as the floor underneath her jerked into motion again. "I think we are moving..." She turned to glance at the masked man, the door he had come in, and finally back to Koga. She sniffed, and set in motion the eyes she had scattered about the cabin, she wanted to know what was going on out there, and quickly. Her spiders moved in, peeking in from outside though windows, surveying and trying to process with small minds what was going on. "They've got a handful of people in there... a few have..." She paused, trying to decipher what spider was for gun, and snorted. "They've got a few in line to die next... " The mental picture the arachnids painted was a funny one... she would have to remember it...
Her footsteps were light on the roof of the second car, probably not light enough though. She paused when she heard voices from below... hushed voices... suspicious voices. Thankfully, Koga had chosen the right moment to act. Brown and tan had been listening to the silence, when Megan's light footsteps had echoed down to them. They had nodded to each other, and were poised to raise their guns and fire upon the unknown body on the roof, when one of Koga's bullets had hit him hard in the hip, piercing though to rip a nice little hole in his bladder. He fell just as Tan took a bullet directly in the groin, and buckled faster than his well armed friend.... Up above, Megan heard the shots and whistled softly, a cue to her children to move in. Inside the cab, the hidden spiders crawled out and surveys the scene, dropping onto the fallen men to check for life.
She paused above the escape hatch, blinked at it, then knelt and pried it open. It was much heavier from the top, than underneath. She shuffled forward on her stomach and popped her head in, eyebrows drawn together as she took in the scene for herself. People were leaving through the joining door, the boy was perched at her height. Inwardly, she grumbled. How dare they die so quickly! She hadn't even gotten to see... He looked rather... off though. Maybe it was car sickness, or he had eaten something bad for lunch. Her eyes landed on the gun he carried, and she covered a grin by frowning, deeply. "Are you okay? You don't look so hot..." Swiveling her head, she shrieked as another test bullet shot through the wall separating the second and first car. "Jesus! That was uncalled for..." Shifting her hips, she clung to the edge of the escape and lowered herself in, rather clumsily, then dropped into a squatting position over one of the fallen men. Her fingers searched out and (regrettably) found a pulse. "Well... these ones are still alive..." She wondered if he had even been aiming for vital areas... A glance over at the other man told her no It looked like he had shot them both in the No-No zone... The spider queen stood swiftly, her hands on her hips, and watched the last stragglers leave through the exit. She didn't notice the movement behind her as fallen Tan lifted his arm, gun in hand, and aimed it at the center of her back, between the shoulder blades...
In the first car, yellow was getting nervous. Not so nervous that he would lose his cool though. His gun nudges sideways, and he barked an order at the people in front of him. Red made an appearance as well, directing where he wanted people to stand so as to cover them from all directions. "Brown stopped talking, Tan as well. We're down four men." Yellow nodded, tossing the front of his trench coat wide open to snatch a small gun from under his arm. It also showed that he sported a military issued bullet proof vest- red pulled his aside in a similar fashion, he sported the same. "On your knees." Came a grunt of a command from Yellow, as he aimed his gun at the back of a mans head. Red did the same with a woman in her thirties. Bringing his hand to his ear, he switched the radio on. "Any further retaliation will result in me and my friend blowing holes through back of these nice peoples heads... I suggest, for their sake, whoever is on this line will drop the hero act and disappear." God, it angered the man to no end that four of his guys were down.... on the other hand, that meant four less hands to split the rewards with...
A grin curled her lips as she watched. One man was on the floor, screaming about how he couldn't breath, and the other was regaining his composure. It always amazed her how different the reaction to a little bite was depending in the person. The two people standing next to her caught sight of the grin, and stepped away. To them, she was just another freaky person on the train to avoid. Megan's eyes were drawn from the screaming man, to Koga. His feat of acrobatics, (and the fact that he could stick to the ceiling), upped his cool points her her book. If he survied, she would defiantly be asking for an Autograph at the end. She remained the silent onlooker until he had taken out the standing one, and was on his way out the window. Seeing her chance, she moved to the back and shoulder nudged the back door open, holding it aside like a true imapcient hero as people surged past. They were much to eager to leave... and the show was only just beggining...
Up in the front car, Red was starting to worry. He had heard a snippet or two of screaming, many gunshots, and finally someone fumbling with the mic. "Blue, green." He started unsurely, nodding his head at yellow, silent code for 'Go check it out'. "What just happend?" He head the radio crackle to life in front of him, and turned the volume dial off. It was probably the police chief, checking in with how his demands were going. Red didn't mention to blue or green that if he didn't hear back soon, he was going to order Brown to start offing people in the second car. While he waited, he returned to hashing out his demands with those on the other side of the main radio, threatening all the way. Brown and Tan however, still trapped in the second car with a handful of frightened occupants. They didn't notice the small bodies that had crammed themselves into the corners of the ceiling- watching and waiting.
Once the back car was fianlly empty, Megan took the liberty of jamming someones dropped coat through the handles and tying it in a nice, secure knot. She did the same for the second door, humming a the little tune she had been listening too before this whole mess started, and turned to smile brightly at the -still- screaming man. His friend had yet to wake up... it seemed that the mutant boy had down his job well. "It's a pity, you know. That people like you are allowed to ruin my day..." She squatted by his side, batting away a reaching hand, and plopped her chin in her her hands and she stared down at him. "I suppose i can just thank my lucky stars that Mr. kickass mutant showed up when he did. Otherwise I would have been very bored." Whether the man heard her or not, what with all of the thrashing and groaning, she didn't know. He caught the leg of her pants in his hand and pulled himself onto his side, muttering, "Please... help me. It feels like i'm dying..." And her grin widened. She stood and shook his hand away, turning to inspect an emergency exit on the ceiling as a plan hatched within. "Yup, you are." She stated softly, dipping quickly to grab up someones purse. "Ta-ta!" With a wave, she hoisted herself onto a seat and used the leverage to unlock and push open the hatch. She hooked a leg outside, then the other, hung for a momet to wave at the man sweetly, then slipped up and out onto the roof. She wanted to see the next fight... it was sure to be epic and she'd be damned if something as threatening as getting shot at would stop her...
The coffee was declined, Megan held back a little smirk and simply nodded her head. "Of course." Out came the steely scissors again, as well as her trusty comb. She raked the comb gently back, keeping in mind not to leave scratches along the way, and brought her scissors up to snip away frayed ends. Personally, Megan couldn't figure out why a lot of barbers chose to just hack away at peoples hair... Styling was an art form. There were techniques, ways of doing things that every good barber needed to know. Icy eyes narrowed and the spider problem retreated to the back of her mind.
Once she was in the proper mindset, everything melted away. She focused on bending her wrist at the right angle to properly layer the wet locks. Lenna, though Megan didn't like her very much, still deserved a good haircut. Everybody did. In fact, it was a crime in her opinion to be caught out in public with horrible hair...
Her fingers twisted the already cut hair out of the way, and she secured it with a clip on top of Lenna's head. She set to the challenge the under layers of hair provided. Often neglected, depending on who had last styled the woman's hair. Upon closer inspection, as she snipped and snipped and snipped, she realized that the woman must have gone somewhere respectable the last time.... Her eyes narrowed even more, and her ego puffed a little bigger. She would do better... When her scissors finally stopped, and returned to her back pocket, she combed through and ruffled her art work, before reaching for a leave in relaxer.
Out came the dryer next, and after a few intense moments of brushing though with a bristle brush, she had the finished product all worked out and fully dry. "All done, what do you think?" Swiveling the chair back to face the mirror full on, she dusted off Lenna's shoulders and set her fists on her hips.
The spiders fell back, wriggling pedipalps in silent communication to one another. They needed to retreat, gather together, and then attack in a bigger group! The arachnids fell back towards the wall, avoiding the directions sides with roaches, and gathered together on top of one another. Outside, Megan was met with one puzzled question after another, and was forced to look up from inspecting her nails. Something about lots of enemies... her eyes narrowed, and recalling a scene from a movie she had recently watched, she sent two direct commands.
The spiders jumped into action immediately, and literally. Eight legs carried them up the wall behind quite easily, and with large eyes pinned on one target for each, the spiders launched themselves from their high position into the air, effectively blotting out the florescent light from above for a few moments. When the small bodies landed again, it was on top of wriggling roaches. The two struggled, spiders trying to sink in fangs wherever possible and threaded sticky web whatever their back-ends touched, while the six legged insects used sharp mouth parts to snip off legs and poke out vital eyes.
From outside, Megan heard one last call of pain, and sighed deeply. Retreat... The silent, much needed, command was met with joy from those spiders still alive and able to move. They disentangled themselves from the grasps of their foes, leaving a nice little sticky present of web in their wake, and scurried as fast as they could back out through the cracks in the door and windows to where Megan waited. She spotted the first couple of black bodies pop out from under the door, and glanced up as a man walked past. He was giving her an odd look, mostly due to the many small, bleeding wounds that decorated her shoulders and back. "I've got the pocks, want some?"
Shoving her bare hand out his way seemed to scare him off quickly enough- he probably never got a pox shot as a child- and she uncrossed, and crossed her legs again as her children took refuge under the bench she sat upon. Now... all that was left was the matter of figuring out what exactly it was that they had been fighting. Surely a few people and a giant bug couldn't have caused that much trouble?
Shadows fell over the small arachnid army, and as the eight legged stopped to tilted their bodied up and insect, the roaches fell on them. The first line fell quickly, missing legs and eyes as they scrambled about in circles- useless to the cause. The spiders behind scrambled back and prepared themselves for the surprise attack. Outside on the sidewalk, Megan received a rushed 'under attack! Pain! Prey hurting!' and she paused mid step to shoot back a hurried 'What?' If they meant the people were reacting, she would have understood... but prey? She took a moment to sit and think, trying to decipher what they meant... and then it hit her. The giant bug inside the coffee shop. It looked like prey, and must have started retaliating against them.
"Oh no, no my friend. I don't think so." Megan seated herself on a nearby bench and crossed her legs, sending a command to group together and attack as a unit. Inside the shop, the spiders fell back by the door and reformed. They chattered amongst themselves for a moment, before surging forward with silken sticky silken threads flowing freely from behind. As they closed in, the second wave from outside managed to slip in through cracks and open windows, and set about throwing themselves into unguarded coffee cups, plates of food, and peoples hair. Three people stood and hurried from the shop, trampling both cockroach and spider alike on their way out, and the spiders used the sudden distraction to their advantage. A line of jumping spiders flew into action and launched themselves towards the line of roaches, arms spread wide and fangs curved out.
A handful of widows and wolf spiders crawled out from cracks in the ceiling and dropped down on silken lines to hang above the counter like Halloween decorations. One look at the bright red hourglasses sent the man at the cash register reeling back and in search for a broom, while his partner dug under the counter for something- anything- that would kill the bugs. Outside, Megan grinned as she received a hyper 'Got some! Got some!' and folded her hands together behind her head. Then, she blinked, and frowned. "They got...some? some of what?" Narrowing her eyes, she turned her head towards the coffee shop and waited. 'Retreat when your numbers are low... bring whatever you are fighting outside...' She commanded silently, letting her eyes slip closed. She started to hum a quiet happy tune, and let herself drift off into imagining what was going on inside...
Megan rather liked shops that had little tinkling bells attached to entrance doors. Not only did it make for a guaranteed head turn or two, but it was also a very delightful sound. This shop however, did not have tinkling bells. Strike one for the unknown coffee shop. As she stood in the doorway, glancing about curiously, the first few things she noticed forced her to stay. One, semi handsome men were at work behind the counter, a plus for eye candy lovers everywhere, and secondly- there was a giant cockroach sitting off to one corner of the shop. Interesting... Very interesting. One point to unknown coffee shop. Shoving her hands into the pockets of her dark jeans, she sauntered up to the counter to wait behind an elderly woman, and rolled her eyes to the ceiling. If there was a god, he wouldn't allow anyone, let alone old women, to wear that much perfume... Honestly, it was horrible. Something about the scent of fake roses and lilac just didn't sit well with her up close.
She took a dainty two steps back, and waited until the woman had fished two god forsaken pennies out of her purse, so she wouldn't have to break a ten.., before sidling up to order her own drink. The man behind the counter received a plus for being rather well kept- nothing like a man who could take care of himself. When questioned about what he could get her, she pursed her lips and pointed up at the menu. "I think I shall have, a small, Decaf, soy Latte with four pumps of caramel, if you wouldn't mind." She leaned forward on the counter, smiling pleasantly, and batted her eyelashes at the man, catching sight of his name tag briefly as he typed her order into the cash register.
"Heya cutie, wanna give a pretty girl a free drink?" She winked at him, and plopped her head in her hands, fully expecting to receive the drink in question. Instead, he burst into a fit of laughter and buckled over behind the counter. Megan frowned deeply for a moment, and stoop up straight, keeping her hands planted on the counter as she plastered a beaming smile on her face. When he finally regained control over himself, he wiped a tear away from the corner of his eye and tapped in the last few keys on the register. "Oh, sweetie, you are totally barking up the wrong tree. That'll be five thirty five." Megan's grin faltered momentarily, before she shifted to an embarrassed smile and fished her wallet out of her back pocket. "Oh, my mistake. Here you are." After handing her cash over- a rather painful action if she did say so herself- she received her coffee and turned to stomp her way out.
No free coffee? Strike two and three, end of game. All of the small bumps incubating on her back and shoulder blades swelled, and once she was out the door and safely on the sidewalk they ruptured. She sent out call for her hidden children, who had been following her since she got off work, and gave them an order to swarm the coffee shop... and run all of its stupid customers away. With that done, she slipped off her black sweater, shaking off the newly born jumping spiders that clung to the inside, and ordered them to slip in under the front door. Tucking her sweater under her arm, she took a moment to reorganize her wallet before shoving it back into her pocket as the newborn spiderlings skittered off into the coffee shop...
She just couldn't hold it in anymore.... A catty snicker escaped her lips at the kids little 'Exploding genitalia' idea, it was just too much. Of course, if that was actually within his power... he'd have himself a new #1 fan in no time. She just loved fireworks... Green's eyes landed on her and she received a stoic look. "What's so effing funny?!" He barked, and she rolled her eyes to the ceiling and mimed zipping her lips. No need to go getting her self riddled with bullet holes so soon... Blue glanced to Green as the man removed his eyes from the now quiet Megan in the corner and turned the, back to Koga. There was a nervous tick tocking away behind his left eye and he gulped. "Eh... you believe what this kid's saying?... Cuz.. you know, s'not really worth all the effort of holdin' up a train if we get blown to bits in the end..." He whispered. Green, who was long past believing anything the pale freak was saying, rolled his eyes and shoved the other man roughly, while keeping his weapon pointed to the people on his left. "What are you, a baby? The kids bluffing, just off him before he starts an uproar..." Blue nodded, and readied his shaking hands on his gun, aiming straight down the barrel as best he could at the youth.
Megan narrowed her eyes and frowned... It simply wouldn't do to have the most entertaining hostage die so suddenly. She sent out the silent signal to attack, and Green instantly cried out in surprise. His gun fell to his side, held on only by his straps, and he slapped at his chest and neck sharply. "Somethin' Bit me!" He hollered, as green turned a wide eyed expression his way. "...-The hell?" He watched as Blue ripped off his coat and tossed it away, revealing a skinny frame, and a two more pistols tucked neatly under his armpits. Three smashed widows tumbled out, while the two left alive again buried their fangs into him. One into his soft throat, and the other into the space between his shoulder blades. The man screamed bloody murder and danced on his tippy toes as he squashed the last two bugs. "F#&*, I'm gunna die!" He spouted more curses and worked at getting his shirt off in case there were any other creepy crawlies residing within, while Green tried to get a hold of the man.
The second wave of spiders readied themselves, then dropped down onto Blue below. Blue was startled... and very unimpressed. "Sonofa- Its that kid!" He shouted, brushing the spiders off with a gloved hand. He lifted his gun with the other, blinded for a moment as one of her widows attached itself to his eye and sank its fangs in. He pulled the trigger briefly, and mowed down a line of passengers. A woman carrying a shopping bag full of children's clothes slumped to the floor, along with an elderly woman and two teens- who were still holding hands... The others retreated to the back with wounds in both arms and legs, and the screaming started up again. Megan stood and ushered herself forward, (keeping a nice wall of people in front of her mind you), not wanting to miss one moment of the action...
The little critters gave her the equivalent of guiltily lowering their heads. (or at least as guilty as a spider could pull off) Megan narrowed her eyes and uncrossed her arms, waggling a finger at them. "If you know whats good for you, you will stay put! I don't want anymore trouble, or so help me I'll dig out a can of raid." The small fuzzy bodies tilted, confused as to what this 'raid' was that she was speaking of, and she threw her arms in the air and turned. "Stay!" It was the last warning they would get, and they understood at least that much.
Leaving the bugs to their feast, she returned to scavenging up some water. Her eyes landed on the coffee machine again, dropped down to her stained and possibly ruined shirt, and she frowned. Job experience told her to offer the drink once more... but personally she just wanted to finish the woman's hair and shoo her out of the store so she could go home and change...
With a sigh, she relented and filled up another cup of coffee. She did grab a lid this time though, so as to prevent any further hot coffee from meeting her face...... "Alright, one ice cold cup of water, and one extra hot- creepy crawlie- cup O' joe." She sidled herself back up to her station, and set both cups before Lenna carefully. "The water to wash out any unpleasant-ness that might still be bugging you, and the coffee to make up for that whole random insect thing... and here's a lid to keep things out of said coffee once you are satisfied with it." She plopped the lid down next to the cups and dug her comb and scissors out again, waiting for the woman to check her drinks, or drink them, before she started in on the haircut.
