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.
Posted by Lucas Monroe on Jul 19, 2011 12:14:12 GMT -6
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Wandering around the Conference, Lucas took in everything exciting and new in the world of tools and home repair. When that was done, he still had forty-three of the forty-five minutes left to kill. With Lawrence disappearing like springtime Thumper in the first Bambi film, Lucas decided he would step out for a bit and get some fresh air rather than stay cooped up and bored by his lonesome. He strolled through the open double doors of the hall and out into the bustling city of New York.
The front entrance of the building opened onto Sixth Avenue in Midtown, about seven blocks south of Central Park. The green canopy at the end of the road was a stark contrast to the towering cement sky scrapers that lined the congested streets. The park offered an oasis to the chaos of everyday city life and the young man felt thirsty, but there probably wasn’t time. It would be rude to stand the young woman up when she was obviously so eager to buy him dinner.
Instead, he put one foot in front of another and wandered the alleys and throughways of Manhattan to pass the time. Having been in the city for only a short while, there was still plenty of things that needed discovering and the young man took in the ambience. The city had energy to it that you could only really experience on foot. The time passed quickly and Lucas lost track of it. When he finally noticed the clock on a shop wall, Lucas needed to rush back so as not to keep Riley waiting.
Bounding back up the conference hall’s steps, Lucas plunged back into the sea of tool booths and navigated his way to the power drill kiosk where he had met the young woman earlier. He was on time, but only by a few seconds. Riley stood in front of a large display, brandishing her drill as she smiled pleasantly at the men who passed her by. Her vibrant blue eyes darted back and forth to ensnare the attention of the possible clients, doing her best to draw them in. Coming up behind her as she finished her shift, Lucas couldn’t help but notice her profile and admire it for a second before catching himself. On a purely esthetic level, she was really quite attractive and her outfit definitely helped the overall image. Hanging out with models seemed to have benefits, not that he could ever let her know.
Trying to sneak up behind Riley without being noticed, Lucas dropped his voice an octave and put on his best yet horribly poor Texas accent when he knew he was close enough for her to hear.
“Hey huney, Whats say you and me have us a private showin’ when you get of?” He slurred to tease her while simultaneously tensing his arm to react if defense was needed against a sudden wild swing or kick. The boy scouts had it right. Always best to be prepared.
Posted by Lucas Monroe on Jul 18, 2011 18:15:16 GMT -6
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Riley’s question had a possible flirtatious undertone that made Lucas slightly uneasy but he pushed his fears aside. They had just been pretty annoyed with each other a moment ago. Chances are it was not meant that way and it was just a part of her personality. Abrasive yet playful, an odd but interesting combination. It would take some getting used to but had added a refreshingly unique element to their conversation now that they had both relaxed a bit.
The question the model had posed on the other hand was a trap as it invited Lucas to consider her as more of a sex object than a person. He wasn’t going to bite but he would oblige her with an answer just the same.
“There are two reasons I know you don’t dress that way all the time.” He said, making sure to keep his eyes at a respectful level. “Firstly, anyone that would give a stranger crap for talking to a woman in a low cut fairy costume probably wouldn’t dress as provocatively if she had a choice.” It was a blunt evaluation but Lucas didn’t see anything that might offend. He was just telling the truth as he saw it and if he had guessed correctly, it was the one clear path out of the minefield she had laid before him.
“And secondly, it would get mighty cold during a New York winter in shorts like that.” He also wanted to add that she seemed half way intelligent but a backhanded compliment at this point would break his wrong impression rule. The relationship door needed to stay closed. Lucas had enough girl issues to deal with. Hanging out with her might be fun but that was the line that he wouldn’t cross.
“I can handle waiting 45 minutes. I’ll just check out the con with Lawrence until you’re done.” Lucas added as he turned to see his friend in full pick up mode by the plunger booth. The Blonde in the cage was giggling like an air head and lapping up the muscular black man’s every word. Her fairy cheeks blushed pink as she flirted back heavily with batting eyes and a coy head tilt smile.
“Or I might just walk around a bit and try to find myself a bucket instead. Either works.”
Posted by Lucas Monroe on Jul 18, 2011 12:49:25 GMT -6
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Coming back to the room, Lucas almost got bowled over as Noel streaked past him like her hair was on fire. She flew down the stairs and out of sight before he had a chance to say a word. Shrugging, he went through the door to find his coach still there, left behind by the excited girl.
“You letting her stay?” Lucas asked as he leaned back on the door frame where he had been a moment ago.
McMillan nodded.
“You starting to get soft in your old age coach?” Lucas kidded as a grin crept across his face.
“That’s funny coming from a guy who looks like he went three rounds with a meat tenderizer.” McMillan shot back through a sudden grin of his own. His gruffness wiped the smile away just as quickly and returned his signature scowl. “When you’re done being a comic, there is a storage room downstairs that will need reorganizing before all this old equipment moves in.”
“I’m on it.” Lucas responded and pushed off the frame with his elbow to stand on his own again. With Noel around, Lucas’ life was about to become a lot more complicated, but he was happy just the same. He liked having the strange amnesiac around. She was worth the turmoil she brought with her whenever she blew into his life. Now there was a chance to pay her back for what she had done for him a month ago, and the stocky old man in the little pink room was the reason why.
“Thanks” Lucas said and left back out of the doorway, proceeding down the stairs towards the storage room and his new assignment.
The hard lines of McMillan’s face smoothed out and relaxed when he knew he was alone.
“You’re welcome kid.” the coach whispered to the dusty old room as he smiled to himself.
Posted by Lucas Monroe on Jul 18, 2011 11:46:57 GMT -6
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The elitist attitude had all but evaporated and left an actual person behind. Riley had turned somewhat pleasant as she accepted her defeat and the humble pie that came with it. There was hope for her yet. Initial impressions could be so damning and Lucas decided to make an effort to look past the original awkwardness and give her a second chance.
“I was considering savoring the feeling of driving my victory home actually but since you want to concede; I could find some compassion in my black, womanizing heart for a poor taken-advantage-of model like yourself I suppose.” Lucas offered light heartedly. “How late you stuck here wearing Bob the builder’s hand-me-downs? I could either meet up with you later or hang around until your shift ends depending on what works.”
Posted by Lucas Monroe on Jul 18, 2011 9:09:26 GMT -6
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McMillan hesitated for a second before giving her a hug back, tapping her shoulder affectionately with his hand. The stress and creases in his face seemed to melt away as he held onto the young woman in his arms. After a couple of seconds, the old man seemed to remember the scene was being witnessed by another. Opening an eye, he spotted Lucas watching them while leaning casually against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest. McMillan started to try to extract himself from Noel’s grasp, the gruff facade returning to the forefront almost instantly.
“All right there honey. This isn’t some hippy commune. Save the mushy stuff for when you don’t have work to do.” The coach said as he tried to salvage his tough guy image.
Noticing the smirk growing on Lucas’ face, the coach blurted out at him to try but fail to hide his embarrassment. “What are you gawking at like a half wit? That box at your feet needs to go on the top shelf of the hall closet. It ain’t going to get there on its own, is it?”
The edges of the box in question had been sealed with duct tape and a fine layer of dust covered its surface. It was large enough to be considered bulky and appeared heavy enough to be considered full. Big black letters were scribbled across one of the top flaps in magic marker to identify the contents as “Zoey Stuff”. Obediently, Lucas bent down and lifted the old cardboard box, his smirk transformed into a full smile. Carrying it without complaint, Lucas left the room to complete his task as instructed.
“Damn lollygagger needs more work to do I’m thinking.” McMillan muttered after the young man. Finally managing to get himself out of Noel’s arms, he turned back and gave the woman a heavily eyebrowed stare to make sure she listened to every word he said next.
“Except for the gym equipment, this stuff is pretty much junk. If you find anything you want to keep, just go ahead and do that. The previous tenant left a couple of boxes of clothes in the back somewhere and they might fit your scrawny bones. You were both about the same size. She was into the grungy music. Bunch of plaid wearing losers from Seattle that won’t amount to nothin’ if you ask me.”
Suddenly realizing he was rambling, McMillan refocused his instructions and his glare. “Try to salvage the furniture if you can. What happens to the rest is up to you. If you need to refinish any wood or do any other maintenance work, bug Lucas. He’ll show you were the tools are. This is your job and I don’t care how you do it as long as it gets done. I don’t want a million questions every time you find a paperclip, understand?” His eyes snapped back and forth as they looked into Noel’s, looking for some acknowledgement that she understood.
Posted by Lucas Monroe on Jul 18, 2011 9:06:54 GMT -6
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And just like that, they had made the subtle transition from full out arguing to negotiation. Lucas saw the smile develop on Riley’s face as his challenge took hold in some competitive part of her nature. She might not have realized that Lucas had eight years of building maintenance experience under his belt but she knew that trouble was brewing and didn’t back down.
The possibility of a counter offer came to mind but Lucas decided to dismiss it. He didn’t want to push his luck. Things had turned from ugly to bearable, why mess with success. “Done. An apology at the time of the winner’s choosing and dinner at the loser’s expense.”
Looking around at the different kiosks, Lucas tried to spot a tool that Riley might find difficult to identify. Starting with a little psychological warfare would give away his knowledge but add a bit to the competition for both sides in the long run, making it more fun. His eyes fell upon a section for plumbing that looked complicated enough for his purpose.
“Oh, look there! Those tempered copper pipe cutters might seem challenging. Want to start there?” Raising an eyebrow to mock her previous and possibly future expression, he couldn’t help but add a final dig. “I like my steak medium well in case you were wondering.”
Posted by Lucas Monroe on Jul 17, 2011 10:34:32 GMT -6
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Now she was questioning his right to even be here? This girl just didn’t let up. She was determined to be as big a bitch as possible and even Lucas’ attempts to meet her half way were failing. Why were the cute ones always bat s#!7 crazy. He just wanted to walk away and be done with it. No girl was worth this much trouble but a part of him couldn’t let her off the hook that easy. Riley would just go on to terrorize another hapless victim. A lesson had to be learned somehow. The day was already pretty much wasted and Lucas didn’t have anywhere he had to be. Might as well try to have some fun with what was left.
Letting his hand drop back down to his side, he addressed the woman again. “I accept your bet Riley.” He answered her as the thrill of competition forced a devilish glint into his eye. “It is a pretty big room though so let’s say you point out ten tools and I have to identify at least five of them to beat you. If I am successful, you are taking me to dinner and making a public apology for your behaviour at a time of my choosing. What do you want if I fail?”
Posted by Lucas Monroe on Jul 17, 2011 9:11:53 GMT -6
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“It is your mistake.” He answered her in an "a matter of fact" manner. “I am not the 300th person to stop and gawk like the rest of these clowns.” Lucas made a gesture to single out a couple of men who happened to be checking out the woman he was debating at that exact moment. They quickly looked away, having been caught red handed. “I actually planned on talking to her instead of just walking by like the rest of them. I thought she was attractive and wanted to see if there could be something there. It is what people do when trying to meet other people. Which could support my argument that I was trying to actually figure out who she was beyond eye candy. If she wasn’t interested, I’m sure she could have spoken for herself.”
Turning back to face the woman in the cage again, he saw that the conversation was starting to make the blonde a bit uncomfortable. “You have a voice and can speak for yourself, can’t you?”
The fairy hesitated, looking back and forth between the drill model and Lucas, not wanting to get involved further in the argument. He gave her a second before turning back to the brunette.
“Well I am sure she has a voice in there somewhere.” Lucas added jokingly, trying but failing to keep a grin from curling up at the edges of his lips.
“I’m not looking for a soul mate or to rescue anybody. I was just trying to strike up a conversation with a pretty girl. I won’t appologies for trying to get to know a woman that I thought was attractive but I am sorry for being harsh before.”
Putting out his hand to shake as a sign of truce, he smiled and introduced himself. “I’m Lucas by the way. Nice to meet you.”
Posted by Lucas Monroe on Jul 17, 2011 6:59:15 GMT -6
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This was too much. Lucas could handle being dragged here and thrown into the awkward situation of being forced to talk to a woman on the fly but to be attacked for his efforts by a complete stranger was over the top. She had been watching him long enough to know he had come here with Lawrence which meant she had probably observed how he would have rather not done this in the first place. For some reason, she had still felt it was her place to make things worse by walking over and belittling him. Why did the attractive ones always think they had the right to stick their noses in other people’s business? He turned to the newcomer and let his frustrations from the day’s events seep out.
“Really? Is the risk of two people striking up a conversation across the room so difficult for you that you felt the need to sabotage my efforts before I even opened my mouth?”
Lucas swiveled his head back to the blonde in the cage to address her next. “Or are you guys together? If you are seeing each other, that’s fine. I didn’t come over here to screw up someone’s life. I just thought you were attractive and wanted to see if we had anything in common. Are you guys an item?”
The fairy hesitated for a second before shaking her head to express they were not.
Lucas’ attention returned to the power drill model that was still standing there, facing away from him. “Just so I can get this straight then. It is somehow your duty to strut over here and go all flannel bulldog on my ass because I wanted to see if this woman and I might get along?” He took a second before shaking his head with pity. “That’s just sad.”
Exasperated, Lucas raised his arms and dropped them again at his side. “I’m sorry if you aren’t happy with your life. There are parts of mine that are messed up too so I get that but you got to change it yourself. Trying to screw up other people’s happiness so they are down at your level won’t make you feel any better.”
He hadn’t meant to be so harsh but once he got started it was far too easy to stoop to the woman’s level. Trying to remove the tension from his voice, he planned to extend an olive branch but was probably already too late. “I’m sorry. That was out of…..”
“Hey m’man. You going to hog all these fine ladies to yourself?” Lawrence said as he slapped his hand down on Lucas’ shoulder and displayed his best smile to the fairy with the plunger.
Lucas closed his eyes and dropped his head, defeated. There was no chance of winning sometimes. The man could not have picked a worse time.
Posted by Lucas Monroe on Jul 16, 2011 11:01:36 GMT -6
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I've been thinking about your power for a few days and just can't wrap my mind around what would happen if Lucas tried to heal this guy. It makes me go cross-eyed.
Welcome aboard and congratulations on being one half of a heal/wound paradox that could end the universe!
Posted by Lucas Monroe on Jul 16, 2011 10:54:08 GMT -6
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“Weird” Lucas responded with a shrug. “Never had any problems with the vent before. I’ll grab a couple of screws and fix it later for you.” He would also have to look into what was going on upstairs. Only having been in the coach’s living space a couple of times, Lucas had never set foot in the room above his. The door had always been closed and he had never considered peaking in to investigate further until now.
“We keep the first aid kit in the kitchen.” He responded to her earlier question. “I bet we have some peroxide in there. You hungry? Probably nothing other than some energy drinks, granola bars and fruit in there right now but it could tie you over until we get some shopping done. Haven’t gotten out to stock the fridge in a while so it is pretty much empty accept for the stuff for clients to snack on.”
Using the towel Gregore had given him; Lucas tried to wipe the excess sweat from his body with a quick pass. It helped but he would still need to clean himself up at some point soon. Throwing the white cloth over his shoulder nonchalantly, he started to walk towards the entrance of the kitchen, assuming Noel would tag along.
Posted by Lucas Monroe on Jul 15, 2011 15:33:10 GMT -6
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(free to use)
Individual Character's full name: Sean McMillan Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: coach Gender: M Age: 63 Birthday: January 12th, 1948 Nationality/ Ethnicity: American/Caucasian Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Shirley, Massachusetts
Appearance
Hair colour and style: Bald on top with short white hair on the sides and back Eyes: brown Height: 5’ 3’’ Build: stocky with a slight hunch to his back Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: none
Everyday clothing style: White golf shirt buttoned up to the top hole with simple beige pants and sensible shoes Sleepwear: flannel pyjama pants and a wife-beater vest Miscellaneous clothing: McMillan has an old fedora hat and a trench coat when he goes out and he expects rain.
Character
Personality: McMillan believes that coddling people doesn’t do anybody any good. He can be gruff and direct and seems to become angry easily. This all stems from his training as a drill sergeant during his army days. Deep down, he is very caring and has a soft spot for runaways because of his daughter. He doesn’t talk about feelings and if anyone wants to it means they aren’t working hard enough.
Hobbies/ Interests: Boxing is Sean’s life and he is dedicated to the sport. He thinks Mixed martial arts is an insult to professional fighting and is a true purest.
Job or part time job and description: Sean runs McMillan’s gym on Front Street in Brooklyn.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Sean fears being alone at the end of his days. His wife has left him and so has his daughter. The men and women he trains tend to trickle in and out of his life as they move on. He doesn’t want to be alone and forgotten.
Special talents: McMillan is an exceptional cook. He can prepare a full meal from simple scraps and has a knack for getting the most out of what he can find in his fridge.
The coach has earned his name by being an exceptional teacher. He is skilled at imparting his knowledge onto his students.
He also an exceptional dancer but sees this as a dark secret and hides it from the world.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: (please explain) Good. Coach McMillan wants the best for others and will try to help those in need whenever he can. He continues to stick his neck out for hard luck cases despite being burned several times in the past. He believes in structure and rules and doesn’t litter or cheat on his taxes. He believes in his country with all his heart and is a strong defender of its name and ideals.
Mutations
Mutation description: None. McMillan is a normal human. Well….he’s a human at least.
Fighting Style (if applicable)
Explanation: Sean was a professional boxer in his youth and has a vast amount of experience in the ring. Though much older now and not much of a fighter anymore, if needed he still remembers what he has learned over the years and could throw a solid punch.
History of Your Character:
Born to Lois and Frank McMillan in 1948, Sean grew up in rural Massachusetts. He was a healthy and athletic boy and sports came naturally to him. He spent his youth as a star athlete and specialized in boxing and track. He won several medals and ribbons at different high school events and went to a state competition for boxing at sixteen.
He didn’t win the state championship but an army recruiter approached him at the boxing event and convinced him to serve his country. He signed up the next week and moved away from his family to live at Fort Devens. His natural aptitude in teaching others helped him move up the ranks quickly and he became a drill sergeant a couple of years into term his service. As a drill sergeant, he entered a boxing contest at Fort Devens and became the camp champion in 1969.
While out celebrating he met a woman named Camilla and they fell in love over the next few months. With the Vietnam War in full swing, McMillan was ordered to deploy and he married Camilla the day before getting on a ship to cross over to the war torn country. He served two tours between 1970 and 1972 and returned with a fair bit of mental and physical scars.
Upon arrival in the states, Sean left the army and moved to Brooklyn with his wife were he became a professional fighter and they started a family. They had a daughter, Zoey, in March of 1973.
Age started to catch up and in 1976, McMillan decided to hang up his gloves and opened his own gym were he could coach young up and coming fighters. Years past and the gym took over Sean’s life. In 1982, Camilla had had enough and took their daughter to California. Sean continued to run his business and did his best to send money to his family when he could despite his wife remarrying and the lack of contact he had with his daughter.
In 1990 when Zoey turned 17, she left her mom in California and went to live with her father in Brooklyn. Though Sean loved her very much, both of their strong wills clashed often and the girl did not respond well to his strict discipline and work ethic. When the young girl turned 18, she ran away from home, telling Sean she hated him and never wanted to see him again. He has not seen or heard from her since that day.
Now, twenty years later, Sean continues to run his gym despite the decline of the sport. His business is no longer profitable but he doesn’t need the money as he was wise in his days as a fighter. It is a part of his life now and he plans to train fighters as long as he can before he passes on.
Posted by Lucas Monroe on Jul 15, 2011 15:14:21 GMT -6
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Rivulets of sweat dripped from Lucas’ body and his muscles screamed for mercy as the young man pounded the heavy bag over and over again. Its thick chain creaked and groaned with each impact of his fists and the black leather duked and spun as if it was trying to dodge the punishment it was receiving. The bag could not escape the onslaught just as Lucas could not escape his thoughts. He had left a dozen mutants behind so that he and Noel could escape. He regretted having done it and wished he had thought of another way for them all to get away together. Even now as he continuously ran through the scenario in his head, he couldn’t see the choice he had missed that would have changed the end result. They had all been left behind to suffer for his actions and Lucas cursed himself for not being strong enough to make the difference.
A large hand startled him as it slapped down on his shoulder and Lucas jolted out of his fighting stance to spin and see Gregore standing beside him. Large black spots began to swim across Lucas’ vision and his balance shifted from underneath as a wave of dizziness took hold. The large Russian smiled down at the smaller man sympathetically and steadied him easily with his strong grip already in place. In his free hand, he held a bottle of red Gatorade and a towel which he offered to Lucas as his balance returned.
“Women is problem?” Gregore asked with his heavy accent. The large man had noticed Noel and Lucas earlier and assumed something had happened in the back room to upset the man before him. Something bad enough to drive Lucas to seek solace in his training instead of her arms. He had let him be for a time but eventually, felt the need to intervene.
Breathing heavily, Lucas tried to dismiss his friends concerns. “Nahh. <pant> Just needed <weeze> to get the blood pumping.” He raised shaking fingers to the bottle’s cap to free the precious liquid from its container. Lucas noticed that the once white tape on his hands had taken on a pinkish red stain around the knuckle region as his previous wounds seeped into the fabric. How long had he been at it? He had lost track of everything while he pounded away in self contemplation. It was probably a good thing that Gregore had stopped by.
Upending the container in his hand, Lucas guzzled the beverage in one go and then chucked the empty bottle into a nearby waste bin with an underhand toss. Looking towards the back door, he noticed it opening to reveal Noel covered in a fine white powder. His T-shirt and sweatpants were far too big for her and hung loosely from her feminine frame. It looked like she had been shrunk by some magic dust and her clothes had been somehow immune to the effects. She looked absolutely adorable to him and he smiled without even realising. “What did you do now?” he chuckled quietly to himself.
Noticing the way that Lucas looked at the woman who had just entered the room, Gregore shook his head, thinking he understood everything. “You spend less time in gym now. More time in back with girl. Da?”
“Thanks big guy. I’m good.” Lucas answered without taking his eyes off Noel, not really hearing a word the larger man had just spoken.
Throwing his hands up in the air in mock exasperation, the large Russian turned and went back to his own business.
Posted by Lucas Monroe on Jul 15, 2011 11:11:57 GMT -6
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Lucas felt like an idiot as he watched Noel’s head bounce off the wall. He flinched reflexively at the sound of her skull hitting the dry wall but cold do nothing to stop it. In his bumbling attempts to get some distance from the woman he had inadvertently hurt her. Both physically with the playful push and also by making her feel like she couldn’t buy her own things. She had tried to make a joke about it , but it had been a unintentionally insensitive all the same. Now Noel sat with her arms around her head, looking a bit annoyed with him and Lucas couldn’t think of anything to say.
“I get it, I get it. I’ll stay, you go” Noel mumbled as she cradled her head with one arm and waved the other to dismiss him. Pulling up the blankets, she crawled into the bed and rolled over giving Lucas a wonderful view of her back as she ignored him and cut off any further conversation.
“That could have gone better.” Lucas’ inner monologue taunted. He wanted to salvage something from the failed exchange but was at a loss. He hadn’t meant to hurt her and the friendly shove was intended to start forging a more platonic ‘buddy’ approach to their relationship. Instead, he had made a mess of things yet again. Lucas didn’t remember girls being so difficult before….Oh wait….yah…they were always difficult. The only avenue left to him was to make concessions and try again later.
“Um...Sorry about the head.” He said awkwardly to the back of her hair. “I’ll wait til you get up and we can go shopping for your stuff then. I’ll be out in the gym if you need me.”
Leaning over the bed, Lucas placed a hand upon her shoulder and kissed her gently above the ear. It was meant to be more of a calming gesture than anything romantic, like his grandmother used to do for him when he was younger. As his lips came in contact with Noel’s temple, the young man turned his focus inward to remove the pain from the bump he had just caused. It wasn’t a serious injury but the pleasant sensation she would receive from the act might help smooth over his earlier fumblings and let her feel more comfortable.
As quietly as he could, he grabbed a fresh change of clothes from his dresser as well as a pen and pad. He scribbled a quick note for her to read when she woke up.
Noel,
I’m waiting for you in the gym (out the door and to the left). When you wake up we can get you some stuff from the drugstore. Help yourself to my clothes. See you soon.
Lucas
Folding it gently, he placed the page on the flat wood surface of the dresser so it would be easily seen when she awoke and tip toed out of the room, closing the door behind him.
The young man made his way to the equipment cupboard and pulled out a roll of white tape. Sitting down on a small bench, he began to wrap his damaged hands with long strips that he tore off. He kept the tape tight as he sealed in the large cut on his palm as well as the different scratches and marks that decorated his knuckles. After he was finished, Lucas flexed his fingers carefully. Satisfied with his work, he rose, ready to get started.
Throwing his clothes up against the wall, Lucas approached the heavy bag. He gave it a few test jabs to make sure his hands would be able to take some more punishment and then checked to see that everything had held in place. The wrappings were still tight and the knuckles were a bit sore but that was to be expected. No skin had torn and that was the important thing. Taking the hem of his t-shirt, he pulled it up over his head and threw it towards the wall where it landed beside his clean laundry pile. A full length mirror before him let his eyes examine the many bruises and cuts he and Noel had sustained during their escape. If not for John, he would probably have needed medical attention but he was still a bit of a mess despite the healing. There were so many purple blotches that he couldn’t remember where each mark had originally occurred.
Turning to the black leather bag beside him again, Lucas dismissed his injuries and let his thoughts drift back to Tiny and the other mutants he had left behind. He threw himself at the bag with everything he had as he recalled their faces.
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Eventually the quiet voice of Noel crept around his shoulder as Lucas stood, still facing the door respectfully. "Ehm. Thank you." She said softly.
A gentle touch alerted Lucas to her closeness as she brushed against his back while dropping her dirty laundry in the corner opposite the dresser. He turned and put his back to the door, watching her lithe form as she rose back up before him in the cramped space between the bed and the wall. The large shirt had crept up a little and showed off the smooth curve of her back as well as the tips of angel wings. Sadly, they disappeared as she got to her full height and the cloth fell back over the curve of her butt. Noel lifted a few fingers to her face and used them to pull her hair behind an ear before looking up at him with doe like eyes.
“Are you going to go punch people now?” She asked innocently.
Lucas swallowed hard and stood frozen in space for a second before looking down and examining the bruised and cracked skin of his knuckles. The abuse his entire body had sustained throughout the day was most obvious in his hands but still felt throughout. Without gloves or tape, he had cut the skin open in several places during his few scuffles and the open wound on his right palm from the window glass, though better thanks to John, still needed to be dealt with. He had done enough fighting for one day. It was likely he wouldn’t swing a punch for another day or two to let his body have time to heal if he could manage it.
“I think I’ve punched enough people for today, don’t you?” He answered with a smile. “I was thinking I would chuck your clothes in the wash and run out to the drug store while you slept instead. Maybe get you a few essentials. Toothbrush, shampoo, conditioner…just the basics for while you’re here.”
Reaching his fingers behind his back, he found the cold metal of the knob and thought to turn it and escape. It offered freedom from the lovely woman before him, who was practically leaning up against him thanks to the confined space of the small room. A part of him refused to go and he released the door knob again. Instead, he gently rested a hand on each of Noel’s shoulders while the couple looked at each other. A thumb lifted up and idly traced along her cheek, the smoothness of her skin as intoxicating as he had guessed it would be. He watched it as it slowly glided along the side of her face, enraptured for a second at the beauty underneath his hand. Some small part of him wrestled the thumb back down upon her shoulder and reminded Lucas of what he was trying to accomplish.
“But you have to go to bed first. You look exhausted.” Lucas said with a grin as he extended his arms and pushed her backwards playfully. The mattress would stop her legs from being able to keep up with the momentum of her torso and she would tumble into the mattress. At least, that was the plan.
