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.
Bella couldn’t help but laugh a little inward. When she and Rex had first got into the car, with their respective drinks, it was not hard to see the appalling look in the man’s eyes. At first she wondered if it was her outfit. She was definitely more revealing than she grew up wearing. The modesty that her parents forced into her mind, plus the horrific scars they gave her was more than enough to steer her away from anything like that. Now that she was above her family’s indoctrination and was apparently healed from her scars, she decided to throw caution to the wind.
From what she understood, Rex was a religious man. In the sanctum, the few times she had seen him there, she caught a few of his praises to the almighty. Nothing outwardly obnoxious like what she grew up with, or evangelical, but still it was hard to miss. That obviously put her one edge and, to be honest, gave her some prejudices about him. In this case, to her, the book was precisely what the cover promised.
All that is to say, if Rex had a problem with what she was wearing, he could just sit on a screw driver. Bella was done apologizing and hiding who she was.
And then she eventually realized that wasn’t the case. It didn’t take long to put together. She noted the looks first, but then realized they were only done whenever she took a sip from her drink. Mix that with the hot thermos that he clung onto for dear life and she realized the truth: he was disgusted with her choice of drink.
And it made her laugh.
Still, Bella found herself somewhat on edge around him, keeping their conversation to just facts and information. It may have come off as curt and rude but it was hard for her to look past anyone who actively took a part in such a religion that would warp her parents and aunt into such zealotry.
Suddenly his comment pulled her from his thoughts. Not a father? She blinked and winced inward. ”Sorry…” she said. ”...I assumed…”
Really Rex had done nothing to offend her other than praise God and disparage her choice in beverages. Was that really enough to pass such judgment? She really, really wanted to think so given the path of her life. But the whole reason she changed her name was to start again, wasn’t it?
Bella was then grateful for his next question. ”Maybe? Not quite sure,” she replied. There was a brief pause before she glanced to him out of the corner of her eye and smirked defeatedly. ”I am apparently much older than I look,” she explained. ”I was a victim of that de-aging epidemic that was running rampant a couple years ago. I was maybe…18 or 19 then? But turns out I had actually been closer to my 30s before I was deaged.” She shrugged. ”Professor Grey apparently knew me. I was apparently never an X-Man. But there’s a gray area there where apparently I dropped off the radar. Who knows, maybe I was actually a trained government assassin.”
Bella then turns, slowly, giving Rex a stern, scary look. The look only lasts a few moments before she grins and snorts.
”You?” she returns to looking ahead then, bouncing on this extremely bouncy road. ”Traveling preacher? Missionary, maybe?” There is a slight bite to these words as she says them. Totally wasn’t done on purpose.
So being a part of the Veil was not all just incanting and naked rituals under the moonlight (unfortunately). When the supremes had attacked the mansion, they had started a series of events that could have ended cataclysmically. But because of the members of the now named “Veil” they had instead changed the world – and therefore were now responsible for that part of it. Magic had seeped out from another plane, magic that changed the fabric reality – and that included people. Therefore it was only fair that they stepped up and did what they had to protect and help those who needed it.
Thanks to some divining rituals, the Veil caught wind that a new mystic was being exploited by a zealot revival church group that went by name “The Moon”. They were rather easy to find on the internet, cheapo website and all that looks like it came out of a 90s television show. The Moon were claiming to have a real-life miracle worker on their hands. However their claims were not completely altruistic as they were charging handsomely for this mystic to perform some real-life “miracles”.
But that wasn’t the worst. It rarely was with these groups. There had been rumors of all the -ists and radicalization attached to their name but nothing concrete. And if the Veil was making this person known to the mystics, then it must mean that they needed help.
Having had her own personal hellish experience with such an organization, Belladonna was the first to volunteer. Though, admittedly she wasn’t completely thrilled with the choice of partner.
Bella, having recently officially changed her name from Agnes, shook and jolted upon the rather dusty road. Behind the wheel of a rusted pick-up truck, it was all she could rent to traverse the road, she kept her eyes forward, hands on ten and two, and tried to look for any signs of the multi-colored tent with the neon moon posted up front. So far all she could see was tall grass, overgrown trees, and a whole lotta nothing.
Carefully Bella glanced to her side. Rex. The priest who was also a mystic had been assigned to join her. The two didn’t really talk, even when they were in the sanctum together. The first time they had met, Bella had just knocked out her aunt and renounced her and her blasted church forever. It was odd then that not long afterward she had to hold hands with this priest in a ritual that bled magic throughout the world. Talk about strange. But despite his kindness, Bella still found it hard to really converse with him. Maybe Becca and the others were hoping this little mission would also open them up?
Time would tell.
Dressed in her cut off denim shorts and a ladybug t-shirt that proclaimed the message “Don’t LadyBug Me!”, the darked haired, pixie cut mystic reached down to grab her cup of iced coffee. Bleh. Most of the ice had melted and watered down her coffee by now. She made a face at the taste but didn’t give it another thought as she replaced the cup in the holder.
Out of the corner of her eye she spied Rex, looked away, glanced again, and saw him briefly look her way. Why did this have to be so awkward? She tried to push past it and instead looked to the map he held (apparently phone signals were a joke out here).
”Ugh…we…getting any closer to getting there, padre?”
Agnes sat on the bus and took a long, slow breath. The energy around her was good. She liked it. After something so horrific, she almost felt like she was going to lose it, especially after she realized that her powers were done and gone. But something about being around all these people helped to ground her. Helped her to see the light amid the darkness. Plus, it also helped that Nessa was on the line with her, talking her down and reminding her of the good things she still had now and were yet to be. She was grateful for that…and her.
Glad that Nessa knew of the place, and a little confused by her mysterious words, Agnes agreed that they would meet there. She was glad for it. ”Yeah. Yeah that sounds good,” she said in agreement. ”Can’t wait to see you.”
The thought popped in her mind that maybe she should ask for further clarification of where she was going, since Nessa already knew where and what it was. But before she could form the question, her brain simply stopped. The ‘I love you’. They had said it before. Obviously, it had been months and months since they started dating. But there was something so much more special about it now.
Her smile only grew wider at the nickname, Honeybee. It should have made her sad, given that it was so attached to her powers. But, given how her new magical abilities were manifesting…but that didn’t matter. It wasn’t a name associated with her powers…it was associated with her. That was what mattered.
”I love you too, Bebe,” she said as a slight blush came to her cheeks. She didn’t know why but she blushed every time, especially when she was in public. ”I’ll see you soon.”
After one again assurring Nessa that she was fine, Agnes finally hung up the call and settled into her seat. She didn’t know where this bus was going, but she was grateful for who she would find at the destination.
The young bug mutant (formerly) was still sniffling as she watched the insects turn and chitter away from her. Most people were afraid of such things, running away or screaming or shivering if they so much as touch their skin. But Agnes had removed that fear a long time ago. They were friends, sometimes her only, before she found her way to the X-Mansion. Now she was lacking one of the oldest and most profound connections she had ever had. The last thing from her past to leave her.
Watching them skitter, she stood up and brushed down the remains of her clothing. Her shift into the insect queen had lefts her clothes torn and asunder, but still enough of it was left for the sake of modesty. The dark-haired, pixie cut woman with crystalline eyes and a pale complexion, turned her attention back to the mystic that saved her and she offered her a weak smile and brushed the last of the tears from her cheeks.
"T-Thank you..." She said again. "I do appreciate the rescue." Her attention then turned to the other, someone named Pause. She nodded her head to him and glanced up to the tree where he had been stationed. How long had he been up there? She shrugged it off and merely nodded. "Okay. Little...tired and...different. But okay."
Her gaze then snapped to the trapped Agatha and her eyes narrowed. A snarl curled her lips but she refrained from charging at her again. Instead she merely stared at the old woman. She didn't care what happened to her, but damned if she wouldn't get at least something in. Strolling up to the trapped Agatha, Agnes glared at her until she had the woman's attention. Even Niko, sensing the bad blood between them, backed up a bit so Agnes could have her front and center.
Agnes glared before reaching up and grabbing a handful of Agatha's hair. She pulled until their gaze met.
"Curse you, Agatha. Curse you for all the people you've harmed and all the lives you've ruined in your pathetic, overzealous belief." Suddenly her arm snaps out, slapping her hand across the old woman's face. "That...is for ruining my brother's life..." She said with sigh, feeling a little better. She then turned as if she were going to walk away, letting Niko have her. But after only a few words, Agnes suddenly snapped back around and drove her fist as deep into the old woman's stomach as she could muster, trying to force the contents back up her lying throat. "And that's for fruiting branding me!!"
Afterwards Agnes turned and fully walked away. She got what she wanted. Let the wolves have the scraps.
The young woman was growling and clawing, trying her damnedest to hurt Agatha anyway that she could. She could reach her insects, she couldn't fly, she could sting, but she could claw and she could bite. She tried all of that, practically wild as she latched onto the old woman's leg and dug in her nails until she saw beads of red blossoming onto the woman's white robes. Agatha cried out but managed to kick Agnes away just as a living plant managed to seize her and pull her off and away through the grassy floor. The whole time she tried desperately to find the stretch to reach out towards the woman but it was to no avail. She just didn't have the strength right now.
Before long the pixie-haired young woman was deposited onto the grass next to another. She looked up at the other young woman and curled into herself. She was talking her and Agnes her some of it, but right now her emotions felt like they were bouncing off rubber walls. Why couldn't she feel her insects? Why did they abandon her like that? They had been apart of her for so long but they were just gone now. Something that first old man said...freed arrogance.
Agnes shivered. Was she powerless now? She gulped as she tried to sit up but felt her head spinning as she turned to looking at the woman that saved her again. She shook her head as tears dotted her eyes as she stared at the scene before her. "They didn't attack me..." She said as she reached down and scooped up some of the flies and roaches that had been dragged away with her. She skittered at random, most trying to escape from her presence...so she set them down and let them go. "...they were my friends..." She began to sob and emphasized again. "...were."
The insect queen had her. She knew she did. With Agatha skewered on one of the spiny appendages, there was nothing that the mystic could do. The primordial queen could most easily rip her to shreds and repay her all the pain and suffering that she had dared to deliver unto Agnes when she was but a child. But, as sweet and ecstasy riddled as those thoughts were, as fine and silken as it would feel to exact this judgement and tear the woman limb from limb, this precious gift was soon taken from her by the actions of another.
Agnes The Insect Queen, snarled as her mandibles chittered and clacked, opening to tear that first exquisite strip of flesh off the older woman's bones, there came a most remarkable pain. Agnes screeched when a hand touched her and suddenly everything changed. Agnes couldn't put her finger on what it was, at first. All she knew was that she was hurt and that her body was changing. The harden carapace of the queen sloughed off, falling in chunks onto the ground while each extra appendage crumbled and shrived into nothing. The insects that she was so connected with chittered and buzzed, most floating off on their own now while others stung whatever was nearby in confusion, including herself. When was the last time she was stung? Had she ever? But that wasn't the worst.
Fallen to the ground, Agnes heaved and retched. In her chest where her bugs lay nestled when weren't summoned, there was the most disgusting feeling. She gagged and spat, a disgusting array of honey, mucus, and larvae of all kinds expunged from her body in one great purge. Never had she felt so disgusted, so slimy, so grimy than how she felt right now. And it was a sensation only made all the worse by a simple phrase: "Evil thing!"
Agnes winced, crying out after feeling the foot kick into her ribs. She wanted to fly, or sting, or send out the royal guard but none of those things were in reach any longer. Instead she found herself alone and by herself for the first time in decades. Weakly she tries to reach out but instead of pleading for mercy, she snarls angrily in an attempt to grab at the woman's kicking foot. She didn't know what was happening to her powers, if she had any anymore, but she was near feral now as she grabbed and claws at the woman's clothes. Agnes wasn't done with Agatha. She never would be. Not until her heart stopped...if she could help it.
The insect queen roared a the egotistical way in which Agatha addressed her. But there were not words that Agnes could utter. The primordial mind of the insect queen had zeroed in on the mystic supreme as her enemy and that was all she was going to see her as. Aiding by the rolling mist, Agnes chittered angrily before surging forward and vanishing into the haze.
Agnes moved around Agatha, her snarl and clicking mandibles echoing throughout the dense wood. Battle around her easily hid her actions but she could only hold back for so long.
"Child..." Agatha soothed. "...you've been poisoned. Possessed by the abominations that we are trying to cure from this world." Agatha says as she looks around, trying to find Agnes. "I love you. God...loves you. That's why I did what I did. What I encouraged your parents to do..." She continues to say, hands glowing. "...Pestilence set its demonic influence deep within your body. We tried to release it. Pull it from your bones and we were close. So very, very close, sweetheart. Just...let us finish. Let us finish gods work and remove the fiendish parasite that continues to infect your heart. Be clean....child...be cla--URK!"
Agatha gasped. The words had the opposite affect of what she wanted. Each word, each syllable, dug deeper and deeper into Agnes' mind, pushing in the memories of her exorcism from so long ago, from the pain and the suffering that her parents and aunt had inflicted upon her. It was too much to bear. In that moment she released whatever control she had and the insect queen surged forward.
Appearing from the mist, Agatha didn't have time to turn as a spiny appendage lashed out, driving through Agatha's shoulder and lifting her painfully up into the air. There, standing upon two other pointed legs was Agnes, covered in a thick carapace, skin ripped away revealed a segmented jaw, compound eyes, and fluttering iridescent wings. She snarled hatefully, mandibles clicking as wasps, roaches, flies, and two amazonian centipedes encircled her body. The appendage which skewered Agatha drew the pained woman closer to her face and Agnes chittered.
"This one says..." The insect queen started. "...that the time for your judgement is at hand."
The unnatural chittering was enough to put anyone on edge. It was the kind of sound heard in horror movies, where sound designers record the clanking of mandibles and the flutter of iridescent wings and magnified them to match some giant insect. That was what was facing the Fourth Supreme now -- the maddening cry of an insect goddess.
She roars into battle, little crying who else was there. Her mind was singularly focused on mystics and any who stood against her. The sweet teenager was gone, replaced by hardened carapace and bone sharp appendages. Each one lashing out, tearing through the ranks of guards as she focuses on tries to get closer to her one remaining family member.
Once more, through the din of shrieks and snapping, and angry voice yells out. "AGATHAAAAA!"
Agnes sets the homemade candles upon one of the many, many ancient looking empty shelves and nods appreciation. She had worked hard on making them, wanting to create something to help with everything.
Candles seemed like a natural segue for her, considering they could be made from pure beeswax. On Speedigram she had made a friend that kept bees. It was a job that Agnes had considered for some time as it seemed she would have a natural affinity for it. The beekeeper was a kindly older woman and Agnes loved to help her. But it appeared her affinity changed once she lost her mutation. She was now like everyone else and the bees let her know exactly that when she went the last time to collect the wax.
It was not fun.
Agnes hadn’t been stinged in her entire life so it was a pretty new sensation. But she had survived and after some talking with Nessa was learning to accept it. Besides, with her newfound abilities, she was sure her life would balance out somehow.
But while she was used to and ignoring the stings by now, it wasn’t lost on everyone. Agnes turned to the approaching woman. Charmz, or Ezmeralda as she learned her real name to be, had been a growing friendship. Their friendship was quickly growing as they both were turned to Mystics the same day and, besides that, there was just a camaraderie there that Agnes was open to exploring. Unsurprisingly, Nessa was fine with it. She was glad for the assist in helping Agnes through this strange time. Also, thankfully, the combined awkwardness of Agnes and Nessa had yet to scare Ez off!
Though mentioning the Winter Solstice Special Peek-a-Boo video of 2022 certainly towed the line the first time they all sat together. That was a dark day for both members of Agnessa.
Anyways, Agnes smiled and held her arm out with a nod. ”You may.” She watched as the crystal passed over her arm and could feel the soothing energy coming from it. She sighed in satisfaction, nodding to Ezmeralda’s words. ”Always appreciated. Though hopefully I’ll be able to dabble into some of that Somation magic myself. Feels…I dunno…comfortable learning.” She looks back to the candles and then snaps her fingers. ”Shoot. Knew I forgot something…” She looks down to her new necklace, covered in a few charms. Cycling through them she finds one that looks shaped like a bowl, pulls it off and mutters a few magical words. Afterwards she tosses it onto the ground and up, popping out of thin air is a stone bowl with gold fringe. A wink is then offered to Ez as Agnes picks up the bowl and sets it next to the candles. ”Found this thrift shopping. Has a good vibe for this.”
Sneaking through the woods, the insect-mutant cast a glance towards the newcomer, the woman flying on jets of wind. She had grumbled that maybe Agnes should wait for backup but she couldn't think that clearly. There was something about this, trekking through the woods, listening to the sounds of battle, that made her heart start racing. She no longer winced at the cacophony, nor did she shy away from the bursts of movement. Rather she was flooded with something different, another sense, another presence, and it wanted blood.
Tearing through the trees, Agnes retched and screamed as she felt her body changing. Pinpricks tore at her back as four thick appendages ripped their way out and slammed into the soil. Her wings shook furiously at the pain, but the insectoid mind that began to take over Agnes relished the transformation. Fingernails stretched painfully into claws while her mandible split and separated to reveal rows of sharpened teeth. By the end she cried a primordial, insect-like chitter that filled the air and release wave upon wave of insects at any who attempted to stand before her.
Seeing the light up ahead, the transformed Agnes chittered and snapped her jaws as she barreled towards it. She had apparently worked her way around the back and found that the defenses were lacking. A pair of mystics, imbued with magic to make them strong and fast barreled towards the mutant but were quickly felled as the spiny appendages whipped out and skewered them both, one in the calve and the other through the shoulder. Picking them up, Agnes whipped them aside as she locked her eyes upon the woman mystic gifting each member with power.
She was older, but Agnes knew that face. Knew that hair. Knew who and **what** she was. All thoughts of subterfuge gone, Agnes roared as he stormed forward. "AGATHAAAAA!!!!"
And before the holy woman there appeared not a mutant or a desperate girl, but a demon come from the past. An insect queen come from justice.
Again, it just felt so weird to say. Agnes spent two lifetimes, apparently, as a mutant and suddenly, now she wasn’t one. While she knew deep down that everything would be okay, it was obviously going to take some getting used to. There would be tears, there would be frustration, there would be struggle, but she hoped it was something she could accomplish. Why not? She’d already done something similar twice before.
Though Nessa may have been merely trying to bring some levity, the words meant more to Agnes than Nessa would ever know. It brought a smile to her lips that fought off the intrusive tears that wanted to spill.
”Cheesiest line ever…” Agnes replies. ”Good thing for you I like cheese.”
She then nods her head as Nessa continues, reassuring her that they would make it through this together. Again, she was grateful and truly hoped they could make it through this together.
At the mention of the next steps, Agnes wracked her brain trying to come up with a what she could possibly do, but stopped when Nessa clarified. She smiled, a bit embarrassed, and looked about. ”Um, I’m not sure. Mansion is in shambles, there’s loads to clean up…OH. Looks like there’s a bus. Maybe we’re going into the city for supplies?” Agnes gets swept up by the crowd and follows the flow until she ends up in a seat, looking around as people begin to chat ”Hexes and Hos” in the background. She’s confused by this and relates as much as to Nessa while the bus begins to move. ”Umm…I dunno what that is. Maybe some gardening store? Seems like we might be getting supplies to start on the lawn first, which is odd…”
Agnes didn’t know why but the approval from Hercules was actually kind of night. She’d never met this man before but she was hoping they could be friends, especially considering that they both fought together in the fight for the mansion. She guessed that was something she would have to find out about in time.
Meanwhile, she turned back to Nessa and merely shrugged her shoulders. ”I was never X-Men material. My powers were too…unpredictable and, at the time, were not very useful. Though…strange how many fights I ended up in despite that…” She considered this for a minute and then smirked, shaking her head. ”Anyways, I don’t know about this magic thing. There doesn’t seem to be much organization but…after tonight…maybe there should be.”
She turns and begins to survey the rest of the group. A lot of the mystics who were involved in the fight were here. The dancer who saved her, the hard-edged business-looking woman, August, she doesn’t see the priest of Charmz here, but despite all that, she felt a strange connection to them. Maybe this was indeed the start of something new.
That was when she felt the kiss on her lips. The offered baklava was bypassed for the remains that were on her lips – and she wasn’t complaining. With a smile she kissed Nessa back, only breaking it so things didn’t get too heated. She was grateful to be alive after all and that led to quite the rush of adrenaline and endorphins.
Still smiling as she looked directly in Nessa’s eyes until the call for a toast was made. Looking across the room, she grinned, nodded her head as she took her second drink in hand and lifted it up with the others.
Agnes smiled a little at Hercules' zealous reaction. Admittedly he was scary at first but Agnes was beginning to understand that there was a bit more to than man than he was letting on. His kind attitude was infectious and the newly minted conjuring witch found herself beginning to like him. When asked if this was her first battle, she started to nod, but then stopped...thought about it...then glanced to Nessa and shrugged her shoulders a little.
"That's a very...very long story," she said. "Short answer...yes...question mark?"
Before she had been de-aged, Agnes had apparently spent a lot of time in the X-Mansion and had been into a couple of scrapes. Of course she didn't have much formerly training so any combat experienced she had gained was usually just encounters that she barely managed to scrape by in. Gosh Nessa definitely had a every right to be scared and worried about her. Agnes had never been much of a combat expert. When she fought, she did it because she had to, and that was usually it. Huh. Maybe that was something she should change...
Agnes then smiles as Hercules' comment about having his own relatives to visit such a fate upon. It seemed to be a common thread as she knew that Nessa had the a somewhat similar circumstance with her own parents -- thought maybe not as insane as her own. That was how she knew she could trust, Nessa. They knew similar pains.
At the sudden appearance of baklava, Agnes blinked and looked to the other, the one man who kept teleporting around and had handed out the magical items! She smiled warmly and took one of the offered baklava. The old Agnes may have questioned it or been too shy, but this Agnes was starving and very, very grateful.
"Oh! You're my personal lifesaver. That's three times now," Agnes said with a laugh as she bit into the pastry and offered a bite to Nessa, her lips dotted with crumbs and honey. "Want some?"
It definitely felt strange to say it out loud. She wasn't sure if she could get used to it. But unlike other mutants she couldn't look at herself in the mirror anymore and just know she wasn't a mutant her wings, antennae, stingers, they were all gone now. Now whenever she, or anyone, would look at her, they would just see a...person.
Again. It was strange.
It took a moment but Nessa's voice broke through again, repeating her statement. It was a stunning statement, Agnes was sure, but not unheard of. It happened with Ms. Grey already. And eventually Becca caught onto that.
Agnes nodded. "Entirely..." she whispered back. She didn't want to go over the gory details, at least not over the phone, so the statement should have covered it all. Thankfully it seemed that Nessa understood.
At the reassure, tears once again dotted the corners of her eyes. It felt good to hear that. She nodded again, taking a final breath to calm her nerves. It would be okay. She would figure it out. And then Agnes had to reveal the last important part of this discussion. She cleared her throat and shook her head as she looked for the words.
"I...don't think so..." Nervously she poked at the cuticle of one of her nails. "I did...something. Not sure what yet. But...Becca and some others said I'm...now a mystic too. I...can do magic...I think."
Agnes could feelnthe anger wanting to well up again. She was upset, yes, because in hindsight she did do something rather stupid. What would have happened if she had been hurt? Or worse? Nessa wouldn't have known where she'd gone nor have any last words. It was a terrifying concept that made Agnes' heart beat faster.
And it was all the fault of her parents and aunt. If they had just been....normal...none of this would have happened. But no, they had to be religious zealots who had tried to kill her once and then actually kil-
She jumped at the sound of Nessa's soothing voice and her request to calm down. Agnes took a couple deep breathes and slowly nodded her head. After a couple moments she calmed further.
Agnes explains a bit more, about feeling the draw of the hive queen and how it drove her to seek out Agatha once intel discovered that she was one of the leading supremes. It was all she could do to keep from fully changing right then and there. It was a terrifying persona and one that she didn't know how her formerly older self handled.
That being said, upon hearing Nessa's valid concerns about the Hive Quee, she could only go silent. Her was the biggest thing she had yet to reveal.
A lump caught in Agnes' throat and it took her a couple seconds. "Well...t-that's the other thing..." She started then paused. With a hip she closed her eyes and continued. "They're... gone," She whispered, referring to her insects. "I...I'm not a mutant anymore."
Agnes then, tearfully and confused, began to relate all that happened to her and how the mystics stripped away her powers and made her one of them instead.
