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.
Shattering glass; Megan's eyes whipped Melds way as she knocked out a window with her frightening tail. She would have grinned, as climbing was one of her favorite past times, but her mouth was currently full. Dear Meldy was much more fun than Mr. Fuzzybum... She spat out her length of rope, after having let it lengthen quite a bit, and tested in her hands. Stretchy... yet strong. Just perfect. With her makeshift rope in her hands, she spat a sticky patch of webbing on one end and left the rest smooth silk.
"I'm up for scaling walls, taking the stairs is what they'd expect us to do." She sidled up to Melds side with a grin, and fastened one end of her rope around A display table next to the window, then slapped the stick end of the rope to the wall for added security. Wrapping the length of the thread around her fore arm, she stepped up to the window and kicked the jagged pieces of glass out, before turning to salute Meld. "Meet you at the bottom!" She paused with her foot on the window sill, "Adieu, Mr. Davis."
She sent a swift and dramatically blown kiss his way, then hopped out the window and planted her feet on the outside wall- shimmying her way down to the stairs below where she could cheat and hop rails. It only took a few moments of uncertain foot and hand holds before she was safely on the outside stairwell, and on her way down to the street below to wait for her new robotic friend...
Oh, the pale one was the next to speak, admist screams and cries, and fainting old women. Would the colorful youth with roaming eyes would be the next hero? Megan's gaze landed on him again, watching as he sat and assumed the 'please don't shoot me' position on the floor with hands raised to the sky. He didn't act the type... from what she had seen in movies and comic books the hero usually burst onto the scene in a goofy costume and spouted off nonsense for a while until the crook either got tired of waiting, or jumped into the stereotypical 'Villain' roll. This boy did not seem to fit that role... no, he seemed rather... level headed. Normally when someone had a gun pointed in your direction you zipped your lips and did as you were told. Smart move, if she would say so herself.
His comment about exploding though... oh, it took so much effort not to laugh. A straight face was so hard to keep up when you couldn't get the image of a possible goth teenager spraying bits of himself all over the train. Teehee! While trying to seem as inconspicuous as possible, she relayed another silent message to her babies. -Hurry up!-
Meanwhile, Green and Blue were exchanging nervous glances. Bother were thinking about the same thought; 'Will he really explode?' In all honestly, both thugs didn't want to find out. "You just sit there and keep yer trap shut!" Blue barked, turning his attention away to the rest of the terrified passengers. "Alright! You all sit tight, this will only take a little while.." Up in the front car, holed up with the controls, Red was busy getting in touch with New York city police. He wanted his demands known, and on top of it all, he wanted them to know that the longer they took to get him the things he wanted the more people were going to die.
Megan spent the time it took for these things to happen staring at the wall in front of her, her eyebrows furrowed. What the hell was taking them so long to get into position?! The first group of spiders had already gotten back to her, informing her that they had found themselves nice little vantage points with which to drop down on the men- and that there had been some rather tasty bugs hiding in dark places along the way!
'This is no time for a snack... She thought darkly, scowling across the aisle. 'Just do your job! She received one rather guilty reply back, before five of her babies tumbled from the ceiling onto Mr. Blue. They scurried into the crevasses of his coat quickly- and the man barely noticed a thing. He was far to busy staring down Koga while sweating profusely.
Passenger’s stood, leaving as others shuffled on, and as soon as the door slipped closed again, the train rolled back into motion. Megan paused her music, eyeballing the crowd, and happened to catch the question that the pale fellow had asked. After seeing that nobody else was willing to step up to the plate and answer the boy, she licked a finger and turned a page carefully, clearing her throat before speaking. “Times square.” She stated flatly, glancing at the…er… odd looking fellow once more. He was either a mutant… or was really into body modification. Either way, he stood out like a sore thumb on the train full of snoring and elderly. Weirdo… Lifting a leg, Megan uncrossed it and crossed the other on top, wiggling her toes inside her sneakers to get feeling back into them.
The two trench coat clad men glanced at each other from different seats, wondering how the new…rather imposing looking kid that had boarded would change their plans… ”eh… boss?” the blue coated man whispered into his shoulder, covering the motion by grasping the hand bar up above and turning his head to stare out the window.
“…Yeah?”
”we got us a possible bump in the road back here… Some whack job mutant” The boss upfront paused, not quite sure what kind of a threat the supposed mutant would be without laying eyes on him himself. ”Don’t take any chances…” Came his abruptly reply, before the line died again. Blue coat nodded, before signaling to his partner with a nod towards Koga. A silent kill him first…. The train ride moved quietly for a few more moments, the newer passengers had time to settle, some even fell asleep or start up casual conversations between themselves.
Then, once the train was in the middle of the tunnel, the two coated men at the front of the moving train leapt into action. The boss, with his red coat twirling around his legs, pulled an automatic shotgun from under and behind his coat. He fire point blank several times straight into the wall separating the driver from him. Directly after him, his partner yellow coat withdrew his own weapon and shot down the first two people who had stood. A man and a woman with her arms full of groceries slumped to the ground with matching wounds at their chests. The yellow coated gunman aimed, keeping a wary eye out for any would be heroes and his boss kicked in the door to the train controls pushed the injured driver to the floor. “Everyone sit down and shut the f#@*& up!” Shouted Yellow coat, as red pulled the train to a sudden stop.
In the second and third sections Brown, Tan, Green, and Blue also jumped into action after receiving the okay from the boss. Shots rang out from the middle car, followed shortly by screams that were soon drown out as Blue and Green withdrew matching assault rifles from an their previous hiding spots. “Everyone Sit down!” Hollered Green, taking aim as a burly man turned and attempted to grab the gun from his hands. Two shots were fired and the man fell back, dead before he hit the floor. “Any more heroes?!” Blue lifted his own weapon and aimed it towards the Mutant fellow, wary about shooting before the boy took any sort of action.
Megan, meanwhile, had dropped her newspaper into her lap and blinked, watching in a sort of morbid fascination as the man was shot. Instantly she set about sending her small warriors scurrying out the open window behind her and up into dark corners of the roof. A hand full of widow bites would surely stop a few crazed bandits…. It was really just a matter of time between the bite and when the venom would take effect. Silently, she ordered her babies to aim for vital areas, while her eyes darted about to see if she could spot any other would be saviors.
According to everyone she had asked before agreeing to do this, getting a tattoo was relatively painless. They had been wrong. Very wrong. She would make them pay later by sending in eight legged soldiers to leave itchy bites on arms and legs… and faces. Most definitely faces. The twenty three year old grimaced once again, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip as the Tattooists needle sank into the back of her neck once again, with more ink on the needle. “ugh… whatever happened to this not hurting all that much buddy?... it feels like your sawing into the back of my skull…” She heard the bald man grunt and sent him a rueful glanced in the mirror in front of her.
“It depends on where you get the work done, girly. On your shoulder wouldn’t have hurt so much, you r neck though? I might as well be sawing into you.”
Megan grunted back, and carefully moved her arm in hopes that feeling would return to it. She had been in the shop for about an hour, so her limbs were falling asleep. “About how much longer is this- Ow!- going to take?” Was that desperation in her voice… maybe, she wasn’t about to admit it though. “You’ve got, oh, I’d say about half an hour or so of work left… maybe less if you’d quit squirming.”
Her rueful glare morphed into a deadpan one, and the dark haired woman stuck her tongue out at the tattooed man. “I’d quit squirming if you’d let me change positions once in a while…”
Megan lapsed into silence while the tattooist concentrated on his work, and thought about the other handful of tattoo’s she had been looking at. Of course, the spider web on the back of her neck was most important to her- seeing as she loved the little buggers after all. Next on her list would probably be the smiley face on her finger… Something that she had seen in a tattoo magazine when she had been researching what to have done on her neck.
“Ow! Do you have to stab me like that?”
The response to her abrupt question was another sharp jab. “I’m just adding in the droplets of water you wanted.” He stated, rather coyly. Megan rolled her eyes, and returned to staring at the top of his head in the mirror. “Do you think you’d have time to do another tattoo today too?” She asked, resisting the urge to bat her eyelashes at him. “I was thinking about getting a little smiley face on my finger, this one right here.” Up went the bird, and she grinned. The tattooist only laughed and shook his head.
“Not if you’re going to keep complaining like this, missy.” Another jab of the needle. Megan hissed, and winced. “Fine fine!” she muttered, “I’ll keep my mouth shut, I promise.”
She clammed up immediately, and set to wondering how on earth she was going to take care of a tattoo on her finger. Just her luck, the whole area would swell and render the digit useless for a few weeks… then what would she do when people cut her off in traffic? “Alright, all done!” Megan lurched to her feet in excitement, “It is!?” Ducking in front of the mirror, she craned her neck and spied with wide eyes the black spider web that draped over the back of her neck, white droplets of dew ingrained forever in place on its silken threads.
“Oh… I love it. You, my friend, are an artist!” He grinned, enjoying the praise, and dipped his needle into the ink to start in on the finger face…
Hmmm…. According to the New York Observer there had been a spike in Mutant related crime within the last month... or at least so said one Jonathan Monterrey- the article's writer. Licking her thumb, Megan turned to the next page, thoroughly bored with the current events section, and spied comics.
"Oh... snoopy, how you entertain me too no end..."
Her mutter went unheard, seeing as those around her in the back were either asleep, or ignoring everything by means of blaring headphones. The twenty three year old cleared her throat and relaxed further into her seat, crossing one leg over the other as she disappeared behind her paper. She was on her way back from a day trip out of the city, which had turned into a half day trip when her work called and told her to come in- So much for her day off. Her eyes dropped for a moment, checking to make sure her current wardrobe was work acceptable, and nodded. Jeans and a T-shirt were good, even though her shirt did advertise certain opinions on certain subjects, and her jeans were a little ripped about the knees… her boss could go choke on a pretzel if she thought Megan would make a trip home and back just to change her outfit….
Meanwhile,....
Up at the front of the train, things were not going nearly so well. Six desperate men sat anxiously next to the front entry doors- two in each section of the train- all decked in their own differently colored trench coats. When the train pulled to a stop at the next destination- a mere three minutes away- they were ready to leap into action. The men had a plan you see... All of them were wanted by the law for various reasons; from petty theft... to cold blooded murder, and none of them wanted to go to prison. An accomplice had already been captured after a tip off to his location had reached the police, and while the snitch had been dealt with already they weren't willing to chance it. Their boss, a rough looking man called Spike, had come up with a plan to get all of them out of the country, and hopefully to get their buddy out of jail as well. "We're almost there boss... are we still good?" Muttered a scrawny looking man in a brown coat. Each of them had donned a small headset to communicate back and forth with one another. Spike- who had taken up a seat up near where the train’s diver was holed up behind a locked door- glanced up from his book, and took a gander at his wrist watch. "Yeah, almost time. You know the plan, it hasn't changed."
Each man nodded to himself, and adjusted what he had chosen to conceal his weapon of choice in. One held a trumpet case; another had secured his in an art portfolio. As the train pulled to a stop, each man waited- nerves on edge.
.....
Megan, quite oblivious to the whole matter- as was everyone else, thumbed to another page in her paper, before looking up to see who was boarding. Great… a hoard of people. Fishing out her own headphones, she popped them in and turned up the volume to ward off any potential chatters. The last thing she needed while trapped in a giant moving sardine can was some old bag talking about her twelve tea cup cats… No, she had learned that lesson the hard way, and there are only so many ways to tell someone politely to go jump off a bridge… Her eyes dropped back down to her newspaper, and she let herself be absorbed into her music.
'Human sympathizer'... Now she knew what kind of a mutant Meld was... and probably what type of mutant Mr. fuzzybum was as well. Come to think of it, it probably also explained their past knowledge of each other. Megan's inner brat burst forth after his little 'lousy spider' comment. She hurled the other silk ball in her mouth at him and shrieked, "It isn't a useless spider!!"
The sticky ball slammed into the open door beside him and stuck, and Megan felt her hissy fit kick into a new gear. Her plans were ruined, and frankly she felt just silly that the entire trip had been made for a stupid plastic spider. With her nerves more than frazzled, she hustled after Meld and shot a short whistle over her shoulder to call all of her spiders back to her. Anthony's shrill scream sent her into an unexpected short fit of giggling, until he figured out what had hit him and effectivly got his arm stuck... then she burst into a much louder round of laughter. It wasn't until he opened his mouth again, that she quieted and brought watering eyes to him. That same threat again... She couldn't hide the bitter grin that crept to her lips as she righted herself. "Such a spoil sport..."
Approaching the doorway, she stopped and turned as the alarm finally sprang to life, before her eyes caught sight of her babies heading her way in a cluster. She knelt, extended a hand, and allowed them to crawl back on and get comfy for the ride that was to come- all the while entangling threads in her mouth quickly to fashion a short rope of sorts, whip like in appearance if her tongue would allow. Not wanting to try to talk with her mouth full, Megan stood and turned to follow her new friends lead, whatever that turned out to be...
A glass of water... which would be found in the backroom. Megan just about huffed, but produced a smile and nodded her head anyway. "Of course, would you like me to go get it for you?" Without really waiting, or caring if the woman followed, she turned on her heel and slipped her scissors into the back pocket of her jeans. She would get her customer a glass of water... and possibly go on a spider murdering rampage while she was back there. First things first however, she needed to refill her quota of spiders, and that meant another brood needed to be incubated. Her back tingled to life like thousands of tiny legs were scampering across it, and she could feel the skin tighten and prepare itself for what was to come. First would come the small mosquito bite reminiscent marks, then they would swell and fill with life sustaining fluids... then, after oh, about fifteen minutes or so, they would rupture and a new short lived generation of jumping spiders would skitter to life.
With those comforting thoughts in mind, she pushed aside the curtains obscuring the back room, and moved towards the water cooler- before her eyes caught sight of her hoard of misbehaving arachnids. They were tucked into a corner, busy devouring their fallen kin. Megan's lips curled back in a snarl she abandoned the water. "Well well.... you have certainly gotten yourselves into trouble, haven't you?" Her tone was displeased. She stopped before them, hands on her hips, and glared down. They were acting funny again... wobbling around like they were tipsy, and then she left their whispers in the back of her mind. Some were confused, others oblivious. Her eyes narrowed. Something was affecting her children... and it only seemed to happen out in the front.
"Don't you pull those puppy eyes with me, you're not off the hook completely. Do you know how much trouble you could have gotten me into? You're lucky my coworkers didn't see you..." Her arms crossed under her chest and she pulled her lips thin in a frown.
Having set down the towel, and picked up her trusty scissors, the last thing Megan had expected to receive was a mouthful of lukewarm coffee in her face. The spider fiend sputtered and gasped for a moment, before she was able to snatch up the towel again and wipe her face off. She missed the flurry of movement above, as well as the last dying twitches of her poor coffee flavored spider, as she turned her eyes back to Lenna finally. "No no.. it's alright." An empty blue gaze dropped to the floor and instantly recognized the black form of her spider.
"It appears... that a bug fell into your coffee.." The great urge to raise her foot and squish the rest of the spider into the ground was overwhelming, but before she had the chance to, the rest of her spider hoard decided to rep[ell down from the ceiling in order to save their fallen brother. A small hail storm of spiders rained down from above, casually avoiding the two legged ones whop stood and sat in the way as they landed. The first few wrapped the dead spider in a silken coffin, before the rest collected and the pile move off as a whole toward the back room.
Megan could only stare, mouth somewhat agape. She could feel a muscle under her eye twitching madly, but decided not to peruse the arachnids... instead, she raised her shears and turned back to Lenna. "How odd." She muttered dryly, "Well... shall we cut that hair of your now?" It was best to ignore them... deal with them later- once her fellow employees and customers weren't around.
Melds usefulness jumped ten fold when she placed a hand on the cage and stated that she had deactivated the silent alarm- and on top of that she could apperantly get rid of any cameras too. Resisting the urge to stick her tongue out at Anthony, she instead tugged the loose panel off, set it at her feet and grinned at meld. “I could hug you right now, you wonderful person you.” With her attention torn between the idea of spotting camers, and reaching in to grasp her prize for the first time. It was like christmas. A nice, shiny red present sat before her, waiting to be torn to pieces in order to get to what was hidden inside.
“Cameras… uh…” Wrinkling her nose after her distracted statement, she nodded her head at her small hoard of arachnids. “Go scout out where the cameras are…” The small bodies started to skitter away and she blinked, “and watch the halls too!” Her other babies were still out there somewhere, but the more the merrier they say. Her hands entered the cage, eager to snatch the spider up, but she paused when the fuzzy one spoke again.
>>"I hate to admit it, but I'm out of ideas. I can't stop you, and I don't know how you disabled the-"
And…. He was heading to the door… a door marked as an emergency exit. It took a few seconds for her to connect the dots in her head and realize that opening said door would spring an alarm. Megan winced and looked to meld. Being so close to her orb weaver, she wasn’t about to run… or step away for that matter without first getting bitten. Instead of jumping into action to stop him, she began gathering as much webbing in her mouth as she could while she reached into the cage and finally latched onto the spider. As her fingers closed around the small thing, she noticed that it was unusually ridged and unresponsive. On its back, she could clearly read the words, ‘Made in China’. Empty blue eyes widened, dark brows drew together in knitted fury, and she turned and spat the fist sized sticky ball of silk that she had formed Anthony’s way, before taking a few steps around the cage.
“What the hell is this?!” Her clenched fist rose and she hurled the spider his way as well. “Made in china? You guys have a FAKE spider on exhibit?!” The outrage! The humiliation! Her fingers rose and clenched in her hair and she snapped her mouth shut and started forming another sticky web ball
"I am indeed a Mutant. Proudly so, if i do say so myself." With a grin, she sent a sort of bow, melds way, before blinking and raising an eyebrow at the woman's next question. Hm... plans, plans. Did she have one? No... not really. but, had that ever stopped her in the past from doing what she wanted? Blinking once more, she let a hand drop to her hip and shifted on her feet. No, it hadn't. But in all fairness she hadn't tried to rob a museum in the past either. "You could say i had a plan of sorts, but, honestly that plan flew out the window about five minutes ago." Her grin widened just a little, and she leaned back against the display behind her. "I figured I'd just wing it now... unless you have anything you'd like to get out of this little excursion...?"
Then, Mr. Davids started to talk again. "Actually, I am a little offended about the squishing comment, but as you stated, you don't really care." Her grin vanished into a polite smile, fake as it may be, and she continued on. "I'm going to guess that Davids is short for Dvorak?" He continued, something about an alarm system, cameras, a hefty supply of armed -possibly mutant- guards, and her grin returned. An offer was proposed, and she blinked, adopting her best, most innocent doe eyes. "Why, how interesting... I was told by my sentries that the only security roaming these halls happens to be an old woman, a man who needs to monitor his calorie intake greatly, and some guy who's busy at the moment saying the horizontal hello with one of your lovely janitorial staff members. Frank, i think his name is."
She tilted her head, "I will give it to you though, you are pretty equal opportunity." Turning her eyes back to meld for a moment, she swiveled back to the cage behind her and pressed her hands to the glass, allowing the rest of her hidden swarm of spiders to skitter down her arms from their hiding spots in her hair and jacket. "As for this whole 'non-lethal' thing you speak of, i never intended for anyone to get hurt." Blue eyes rose once more, and she moved around to the back of the cage where the screws and hinges sat loose and waiting. "but I'm sure if pushed...well... accidents happen. Don't you agree, Mr. Davids?" she casually pried the back panel of Plexiglas off while she spoke. Confident words that were leaving her mouth, from a not so confident woman with a hoard of spiders and the ability to sling silk as her only defense. She glanced back to meld while removing the panel, and hoped dearly that the woman could live up to her rather scary appearance.
(( Alright, let me know if I need to change anything. I was rather stumped with what to do, so Saph gave me some pointers. ))
Once she got her customer to the sink, it was straight back into routine. Help the girl find a comfortable spot, pull her hair out of the foils, test the water on her wrist to make sure it wasn't to hot, and commence rising. Her eyes rose from the newly brown hair wriggling about between her fingers, back to her station where her pets were skittering about out of sight. Didn't get it... it was beyond her as to why after so many years, they would just freak out.... A pang of panic washed over her. What if she was loosing the ability to control them?... would that also mean she wasn't able to process their venom...? Megan decided that she really didn't want to know...
Meanwhile...
High above the chair and chatter, a few pairs of blue reflective eyes stared down the two below. It was waiting, as were the rest of its kin. They knew that the dark one would stop them if they ventured to close. Primal hunger drove them however to scour the corners of the room for flies and cockroaches. Outside seemed to be much to dangerous to traverse unless the dark one was with them... shoes- as they had been told- were deadly adversaries. The small, fuzz covered body shifted. The two fleshy ones were moving... leaving the cups of sweet food alone- unguarded. Like a mischievous pup, the spider attached a silken safety line and released himself from the ceiling. Slowly, he lowered himself closer to the treat he desired.
Ever since he had his first taste of a sugar granule, he had been hooked. It was sweet... though... he didn't really know what sweet was. It just... tasted good. As the spider neared the still steaming cup of coffee, intent on hooking him self to the rim, his silk line came unglued from the ceiling and he was dunked rather violently into the coffee. 'Help!' came his silent cry, causing his brothers and sisters to chatter to themselves and skitter about more feverishly. 'Hurts!'
Meanwhile, meanwhile...
Megan felt a tingle at the back of her mind as she was wrapping Lenna's wet hair in a short towel. Her eyes flicked about... but she couldn't figure out what could be giving her the odd feeling. "Alright, back to the chair and I'll get you trimmed up." She tucked the edges of the towel in like a turban and padded back to her chair, swiveling it around for Lenna to slip into.
She stilled her search, and glanced at the foil headed Lenna. “Tarantula’s huh? Sure thing.” Trotting off, she sorted through the various stacks of reading material out in the waiting room, retrieved the magazine in question, and brought it back. “Here you are, my dear.” Plopping back down in the chair next door, she grabbed up her own magazine, one that was more focused on the latest makeup styles, and newest fashion in shoes. Minutes ticked by, and Megan sipped at her coffee, eyes glued to her page- until a dark splotch out of the corner of her eye. One of her sentries, a small jumping spider, had found its way up onto the counter. Normally, she would have ignored it, but this time was different.
The small spider ignored her silent command to Move, it also ignored all of the quiet death threats she sent its way. It seemed rater focused on staring at her, tilting its small body this way and that- and then finally hunkering down as if it were preparing to... Megan blinked, and narrowed her eyes. It was preparing to jump... to attack. Something was vey wrong with this picture.... Her spiders had never attacked her before.
Empty blue eyes flitted to Lenna, before the dark haired woman began to roll up her magazine. It was obvious that her spiders were defected for some reason, and she couldn’t have that. She raised her rolled up weapon, and just as she was about to bring it down, the egg timer screamed to life. The sound startled the spider back into it’s right mind, and it went skittering away behind the large station mirror. “Well!” Megan started, standing as she deposited her magazine on the counter. She hovered behind, waiting to lead the girl over to the sinks. “Lets go wash your hair out...”
- to save a train full of people from a handful of criminals on the loose. Anyone interested? Go 
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