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.
When they met, “Nate” and Quin were more morally black and white, respectively. Nowadays, it was interesting to see how, in many ways, they brought each other into the gray. Nate was less selfish and Quin was less rigid and maybe, just maybe, they were better off for it all.
They shared a toast over once-upon-a-time ill-gotten gains, savoring the moment.
> ”You said this was your last stop for the night?”
”Of course. I couldn’t leave anyone else for last.” The former thief raised a curious eyebrow, grinning. ”Though don’t get any ideas, Quin. Sadly, someone had to teach me how to be a man of honor.” Well, several someones, but it was undeniable Quin got him started on the path to being a man his daughter could be proud of. That meant everything.
They made the right choice coming out while the sun was still in the sky. For one, there was some precious warmth offered by the rays beaming down. There was snow, but that warmth kept the weather from being biting or frigid.
The sunshine also brought beauty with it in the way it played with the world it cascaded across. As a woman of shadow, Stephanie loved the sun. A shadow needed the light, and that light met the world and created the dark beauty of varied, diverging shadows.
Snow met the sunshine and shimmered like diamonds falling through the sky. The ice sculptures glittered as rays of light passed through them, distorting and breaking like prisms of delicate glass. Natural beauty always found new ways to shine in the sunlight.
> "Couldn't resist bringing out the camera, huh, gorgeous?"
Broken from her trance, Stephanie looked away from her lens to see a woman, bundled up for the weather, but radiating her own kind of warmth. A glow in her smile. The sunlight lit her blonde locks like fire. Stephanie grinned; natural beauty loved the sunshine, after all. ”Well, how could I? There’s so much to admire out in the park today.” She lowered her camera to meet the woman’s hazel eyes properly. ”And what brings you out into the snow on a fine afternoon like this?”
Stephanie was not born for cold weather. She was a Carolina girl, and while New York City was pretty, the winter was kicking her ass. She was working with the limited funds she had while she waited for the remainder of her laundered money to get to her. Money was not plentiful, but it was no longer so tight she could not splurge.
Donning her new peacoat, scarf, and knitted hat, she dressed Malia in her own winter clothes and lined her stroller with blankets and toys. There was snow in Central Park, and somehow, Stephanie had birthed a daughter that seemed fascinated by snow. She blamed the father who stuck her with a kid in Chicago.
Stephanie was trying to decide on babysitters she could trust, and with her funds slowly expanding, she could be picky and test a few out. Wendy was peppy and a year younger than Stephanie herself. She had experience with kids and was going to school for Early Education. That was a selling point; if she started with Wendy now, Malia would benefit from that nurturing nature.
In the park, the chill was present, but Malia was smiling and giggling, and for that, Stephanie would endure the weather.
The baby might have liked the snow, but all three of them found the towering ice sculptures fascinating. Stephanie got that tingle; the tingle where, if she could test the angles and feel out the space, there was a perfect photo. Grinning, she grabbed her camera from the undercarriage of the stroller. She never left home without her camera; well, not unless she had plans as Silhouette. ”Wendy, would you mind taking Malia for a walk while I try taking a good shot of this?”
“Sure, Miss Graves!”
Stephanie smirked. ”Stephanie is fine, Wendy. I’m nearly your age.”
The polite redhead blushed, but nodded. “Of course, Stephanie. Come on, Malia! Let’s go see more of the park!”
Left to her own devices, Stephanie walked around the ice sculptures, focusing on each piece and getting a feel for them, even daring to snap a shot occasionally. Not the shot, though. She would find the shot eventually. Until then, she would walk around the space looking for beauty in it.
Using the guard as a human projectile to deliver an inconvenient handcuffing was stretch of a plan. Improvising was important, but not easy. This woman, Zero, introduced so many variables. She was exciting and extremely frustrating.
Case in point, Stephanie tried to use her shadow to guide the guard as he fell, but the gravity witch pulled some of her weird magic and, instead of dragging him in some direction, the pudgy guard became weightless, hovering off his feet and throwing off the shadow’s efforts.
As a result, she could not get the handcuff into position, but fortunately for the thief, her human projectile retained forward momentum. While it seemed Zero made an effort to move out of the way, the guard’s mass caught her and knocked her back, giving Silhouette just enough time to get a handle on her prize.
”I’ve got to admit, your power is pretty awesome,” she conceded, shifting midsentence with the benefit of the flashlight. Silhouette stepped back toward a pillar, dropping the flashlight so it pointed to the pillar, allowing it to cast a shadow.
Silhouette could not dawdle; the moment she could, Zero would manipulate the flashlight and ruin her escape. Still, as quick as she had to act, she could not resist offering some parting words. ”I’m Silhouette. Let’s do this again sometime, Girl Scout.” And so, with her stolen sculpture in hand and one blown kiss offered with the other, Silhouette stepped behind the pillar and vanished, only reappearing in an alley beside the next building over, then jumping once again for good measure.
Stephanie assumed the young woman would accept her lot on the other side of the fence. There was no love lost between the landlord and his tenants so she doubted this woman would give her much trouble. Either she would return to the crowd, or Steph was wrong and she would alert the guards. Maybe she should not underestimate a slumlord might pay off a teenager to spy for him in the crowd.
Of course, there was a third option, and it was turning into shimmering light and passing through the bars of the fence unimpeded. Even as someone who prided herself on rolling with whatever came her way, that display made Stephanie go wide-eyed.
”Well, dang,” she whispered at her new accomplice, ”that was impressive. Really wasn’t expecting you to join me.” Then again, she could do worse than working alongside a woman who could turn into light. Hell, their partnership was thematically appropriate, even if the curly-haired girl did not know it yet.
Shrugging, Stephanie kept low to keep her head below the flat top of the hedges, leading and assuming this new girl would walk with her. Standing still while trespassing was a bad idea. ”Well, just know if we get busted, it’s every woman for herself. The long and short of it? This guy is meeting with the mayor right now—because he clearly cares f*ck all about the actual protestors.” He would try to use his influence to keep the government from interfering with his intentions, naturally. ”We’ve got security and staff, but some security probably went with him. So I figured an entitled rich man is going to be an easy target to steal something from. Bonds, art, cartoonish palates of gold bars.”
Looking around the corner of the hedge, Steph saw an opening between there and the corner of the manor building with no one in sight. She ran over, hoping her potential partner-in-crime would keep up. ”The way I see it, a guy like him screws over a nice gal like you. Doesn’t he deserve some comeuppance?” She lowered her glasses to meet this woman’s eyes. ”Don’t you deserve some payback?”
Steph was getting into the headspace, ready to sneak around the property with the best of them. Ideally, she did not want Silhouette tied to whatever she was doing here, which meant posing as an anonymous protestor. She would run if she had to, because this was not a life-or-death kind of job, so the key was staying lowkey and hard to identify.
> ”Hey! Where are you going? Do you know something the rest of us don’t?”
The hairs on the back of Steph’s neck raised and her body tensed as she looked over her shoulder to notice a young woman with curly dark hair and a stunning amount of freckles watching her. Steph assumed she had slipped far enough away from the group to escape notice; she was unfortunately wrong in that assumption.
She was a protestor, not security or press or something dangerous. She was too young to be some kind of plant in the crowd, though Steph would stay on her guard in case she was wrong.
For now, the thief would smirk. ”Not really. I just know if I’m sneaky enough, I can get in there and cause some trouble for this jackass. I don’t want to get the rest in trouble if this goes wrong, though.” She shrugged a shoulder casually. ”Probably best if you head back to the group unless you can get yourself through the fence; I can’t really help you there, sugar.”
This girl really was an idealist. Those were the types to talk about things in rights and wrongs. To some degree, Stephanie could respect heroes, but they made more sense in comic books. In real life, they existed in a way that was too black and white for her taste. ”You’re doing the noble thing. That kinda implies sacrifice. The selfish thing is admittedly supposed to come easier. Sorry, I didn’t write the rules.”
Inching closer, as much as Silhouette enjoyed banter, she had to be watchful of the hero’s moves. She guided the guard’s arm she controlled behind his back, and a small series of click sounds could be heard from behind that broad back. ”For the record, I don’t want to be holding this guy longer than I have to—I’ll have to wash him off at this rate. I’m sure you’ll get it.”
Before she could get within arm’s reach of Zero, which was an objectively clever name, there was one last click as the flashlight Stephanie grabbed from the man’s belt burst to life, illuminating the darkened area. Immediately, Stephanie pulled the man’s arm, looking to jerk him around so he would face her, where she could grab the sculpture.
Wasting no time, she kicked him in the stomach to push him toward Zero. With the flashlight pointed to Silhouette’s own body, she could finally generate a shadow and guided it as a snare, looking to grab the handcuff she had fixed to the man’s wrist so it could be locked around Raine’s ankle.
Doing research on the bizarre de-aging phenomenon, Stephanie and Malia were not the only ones affected; not by a long shot. Examples of the problem were popping up across this New York, which, after some research into “The Rift” incident, Steph finally realized was not her own, which was its own insanity to wrap her head around.
Some incidents were examples of individuals or small groups being de-aged, much like what happened to the single mother and her daughter. In other cases, large areas were impacted. In one case, an apartment building knowing for having a higher mutant residency mysteriously succumbed to the process.
This resulted in a building full of teenagers, many of whom were mutants, who were living in apartments they would struggle to afford without the trained skills required to work whatever jobs they had before the event. The landlord, Preston D. Wentworth, was doing everything in his power to evict his tenants to get people into the building who would cause him less problems and pay him the rates he wanted to charge for the well-located housing.
The newly de-aged teenagers did what teenagers did: they rebelled. Protests had been occurring outside the lavish manor of the greedy landlord. It was not unheard of in New York for special exemptions or government aid to be provided when unexplained phenomena occurred, and they were petitioning for the landlord to grant leniency while the issue was explored and hopefully resolved. Failing that, they hoped enough attention would lead to government intervention.
Stephanie felt for the protestors. Whoever Steph was here, she had a modest apartment, and her last job helped her keep that place her own. Of course, thanks to minor damage to the sculpture and the process of laundering money over time, funds were not as relaxed as Stephanie would prefer.
And so, why not take advantage of a little chaos?
Amidst the crowd of tenants and the supporters who had amassed at the front gate of the manor, the thief discreetly made her way to the edge of the group, adjusting her glasses. This was one of those rare times she got to ask a babysitter for assistance while the sun was still out, which was much easier to explain.
Escaping the crowd, Steph made it to the west wall of the fence, ducking out of sight enough to shift into shadows just long enough to slip through the bars and into a bush. This was important because today, she was dressed to keep a low profile. Coat, hat, shaded glasses, and all those things came off when she was a shadow, so she took a moment to readjust. Thankfully, her top was form-fitting and she wore leggings, so she was not risking being caught on some rich asshole’s property half-naked.
Once she was adjusted, she carefully kept to the manicured hedges, heading toward the manor.
Bluffing intent was a dangerous game, but there was some psychology to it. Silhouette did not need the hero thinking she was some psychopath who got off on killing innocent guards. Most people, even criminals, did not want blood on their hands, but they all had varying degrees of willingness to get violent when necessary. She just wanted the hero to think Silhouette was a seven on the "murder a civilian" scale rather than the three or four she actually hovered around.
"Aww, well you sound less than pleased. No tricks, right? Scout's honor?" She asked playfully, lowering her feet to the ground so she could walk the guard forward.
Looking down at the back of the guard's belt, Silhouette whispered in his ear. "Make no sudden moves and this works out very well for you." She kept one arm locking him down by his shoulder, but her free hand slipped from his neck to the belt, not just to lead him forward for the exchange, but to grab two useful items from the small utility pockets.
"You know, sugar, I don't think I caught your name. You hero types always have cool ones," she purred, keeping her voice breathy and low compared to her normal speaking voice. "Since we're playing nice now, care to share? I might just do the same."
As Silhouette ran, her shadow followed her like a bubble trying to shield her from whatever was pursuing her, and she knew for damn sure she was being pursued. She could hear footsteps, but they echoed from above. The hero was running on the ceiling.
Okay, that was objectively cool. If she was going to deal with a dogged chase, this was at least a unique one.
“What the hell? Where did that come from?”
“It just fell! I swear, I don’t know what the heck happened. Should I put it back?”
The two voices ahead of her suggested Silhouette was getting close to her prize. She turned the corner, frustrated to realize the hall the two guards in was dark. Too dark.
Her shadow wall faded.
”Who the—stop her!”
Needing to act fast before her pursuer joined her in the hall, Silhouette dropped into a full slide, her body gliding across recently polished floors. She slipped past the legs of one lanky guard, notably NOT holding her prize, snagging his ankle as he passed to drop the guy. Scrambling to her feet, she begrudgingly kicked the guy in the head, (sure he’d be fine,) before wrapping one arm around the chunkier guard’s neck and the other looped around his free arm. He would not reach for anything unless he wanted to drop the sculpture, and if he did that, she would just run with it.
Walking the man back, glad her height kept her tall enough to keep a firm hold of him, Silhouette watched the hallway entrance. She needed to keep this man’s body between her and the hero. ”Look, lightning bug,” she called out in her southern drawl, ”This nice gentleman found my McGuffin. How about I give you the man, safe and sound, I take my new toy, and we can call it a night? Saving a man doing his job sounds pretty damn heroic, right?” It was a bluff; Steph was not the type to kill someone outside of self-defense, but the threat could carry enough weight if she played it right.
Realistically, Silhouette was pretty sure she’d survive this fall, but who could blame her for having human reactions to mortal peril? She knew the hero had a trick up her sleeve, so she was trying to steel her nerves and focus on holding her stolen goods. There was too much going on for a shadow with a muted sense of touch to notice the subtle change in the gravity tugging on the sculpture.
The hero said something, probably teasing her, but she had no time to process that when they suddenly fell into the wall. She could feel the impact and the skidding, but clung tight to the gravitybender. Maybe she was still Silhouette’s center of gravity, but if she was not, she’d rather take this trip with her than drop to the pavement.
As they made it toward the window, a sudden force jerked the sculpture out of Silhouette’s hands. It was too unexpected for her to react in time, and it launched the item into the museum. Clever girl, keeping her eyes on the prize.
Of course, Silhouette was not going to let her payday slip away without a fight. Litebrite was not the only one with tricks. They were tumbling, but the angle they were traveling would put them close to the pillars of the exterior wall. Pillars casting shadows, thanks to the light of nearby buildings. A shadow large enough for her to sense, and if she could truly smile as a shadow, she would.
Using her body, she pushed them in that direction as they tumbled. She just had to get close enough and—
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The moment their collective bodies were fully concealed by the shadow, Silhouette teleported, taking the hero with her, though admittedly not by choice. As far as she could tell, this trip did not let her abandon people she touched.
And so, they finished their tumbling inside the museum, emerging from the shadow of a help desk. Once they were inside, Silhouette took a chance to release her stowaway and, sure enough, she tumbled to the ground on her own.
The light in this room was weak, and she shifted out of her shadowform on instinct. If it was too dark, she would be forcibly kicked and she could not deal with that kind of pain when she needed a clear head.
Scrambling to her feet, Silhouette smirked from beneath her mask. ”I’m sorry, you’re cute but I think I dropped something important. Need to retrace my steps, but maybe we can do this another time, blondie?” Running toward the hallway behind the other woman, she knew she would not be let go without a chase, so she needed to give herself a head start. Her shadow formed a small wall between them as she ran by. She had no clue how this woman altered gravity, so she wanted to avoid direct line of sight.
Dealing with other mutants on a job was a huge hassle. They came with so many variables, and if one tried to interfere with her work, Silhouette was stuck trying to come up with new plans based on incomplete information. She may be good at thinking on her feet, but she liked doing so with some concrete information to go off of.
Thankfully, the blonde was clearly not some no-nonsense crime fighter. That was pleasant at least; guards were always serious, so Steph could appreciate a little nonsense. Kept things spicy. "Sorry, all flirting should be done off business hours. It's an HR thing." It was also a lie, given Steph's bad habits, but they could ignore that.
Really, the banter was runing concurrent with plans. She could smother this girl. Tried and true classic. Maybe she could drag her along? The LEDs had her feeling strong. She could meld into the girl and become a flat shadow, but then she was forfeiting her prize. There was even the fleeting thought of pushing the hero off the roof, but Silhouette would never. Well, not if it could be avoided.
> "If you can't accept my love, then it's time to get dramatic, I guess."
Turns out, things became harder to avoid when the choice was taken out of your hands. The absolute maniac. She jumped toward and off the edge of the roof.
F*king X-Men, man.
While the burglar was sure this hero was not just a walking deathwish, she was still in survival mode. Not necessarily for herself; cautious testing showed moderate drops in shadowform did not destroy her. Nothing from this height, but... well, optimism. This woman might use some weird gravity trick to save them, but Steph was going to act first.
Using her free hand, (with the other fighting to hang onto a sculpture that wanted to fall in a totally different direction,) she tried to lash out toward the edge of the roof. She caught it for a moment, but their momentum caused her grip to slip and she only had so much reach to begin with. When she caught for a second, she felt herself break from the heroine, followed by a slight shift in her angle of descent. Her fall was following this woman, not the ground.
Of course, she would have to process that later, as she was more focused in the moment on falling. begrudgingly, she lashed her whole body out at the woman, choosing to hope she had a plan. Silhouette's body formed around her torso, enveloping her, with only her head and her arm being distinct. She had no time to be quippy just yet; she had to hope this X-Man was not banking on Steph to be the one to save her.
Silhouette briefly considered reverting to her human body, if only to get a better look at who or what she was sharing a roof with, but thought better of it. As nice as senses were, the versatility of remaining as a shadow won out. She had to stay close to the edge of the roof, where the lights of the city kept her powers active, preventing her from approaching her roofmate.
The mysterious stranger, then, decided to take all those concerns into account. After a cheeky little line suggesting she drew the guards out, whatever she was wearing suddenly became bright; bright enough to bolster Silhouette's shadowbody and make the figure of a woman easier to distinguish, even at a distance.
She did not stay at a distance long though, as the thief found herself moving closer toward the person. With senses muted, she could not feel the sensation of falling in the wrong direction, so for all she knew, she was being dragged telekinetically toward this troublemaker. What she could notice was an unexpected... force? Tug? Something unexpected to make the small sculpture slip out of Silhouette's grasp.
That raised immediate concerns because thousands of dollars somehow slipped away from her. As Silhouette's malleable body met with the bright woman, she kept her form something resembling human, choosing instead to focus her shifting shape to let her arm extend toward the sculpture, catching it before it... fell? It was odd, even with the object in her hand, she felt the light pressure of it trying to move away from her. Nothing serious pulling, but if she let go, she expected it would keep "falling" the wrong way. What exactly was she dealing with here?
Whatever it was, it was coming from, a flashily-dressed mutant. X-Men. "A girl scout. Great. I was hoping you'd all be off doing late night interviews or visiting children's hospitals." It was bizarre being in a world where the X-Men were mainstream and not, strictly speaking, an illegal group of misfits.
Silhouette tried to push herself off of the woman, but whenever she tried, she found herself being forced to return. Curious, when she lifted her lower body off the ground, nothing tried pulling her down. Was... was her gravity wrong? "Take this as no offense, but I don't like getting this close, sugar. Commitment issues." She was going to have to figure out a way out of this, because Lightshow here was going to drag a lot of unnecessary police attention very soon.
Now that guards were on alert and the security system had sent an alarm to the NYPD, Silhouette was dealing with a time crunch. She had to make her escape and avoid any obvious options. Any actual exit from the building might be guarded, so she had to improvise.
It was important not to rely on her mutation, but in a pinch, it was important to remember when she should take advantage of it. Pulling a heavy maglight out of her belt pouch, Silhouette forcefully chucked it at a nearby window, which was thankfully enough to smash it. She scaled the wall to get through the window, but instead of dropping to the ground level, she went where security could not follow her. With a sculpture in tow, the shadowthief ascended up the outer wall of the museum to the rooftop.
Making it out of sight, she looked over the edge of the rooftop. Sure enough, a guard had thought to check around the perimeter. Glorious. She would keep a careful eye out from this perch until she had a window to make her getaway. Until then, at least she was out of sight and out of mind.
Stepping away from the edge, Stephanie had to blink and adjust her eyesight in the unlit night air. Her vision in her shadowform was diminished, but… was that… no. She refused. There was not about to be another person already on the roof of the most prestigious museum in New York.
Amidst carefully trying to replace a priceless piece of art with a salvation army tactical belt, Silhouette could hear some sounds from other areas of the Museum. Evidently, the other criminal enterprise of the night finally lived up to her expectations and ran afoul of some security attention. That made her feel more comfortable with her own endeavors. She was surprised not to hear alarms going off; apparently, they did not even get that far.
With the hope that she could slip out amidst the chaos, Silhouette was disappointed to realize the sounds were drawing closer to her. What the hell? Were those lumbering oafs dragging the trouble to her? Why would they? She had to act fast, but there was no time.
Flashes of light broke through the doorway and three guards entered the room to find Silhouette standing there with a sculpture in her hands and her shadow emerging from the mantle. Her shadow, when she twitched, brushed the motion sensors, triggering the alarm system.
Well, crap.
Before the guards could get a good idea of the thief’s physical details, she recalled her shadow, giving up on her belt trick that totally would have worked, and turned herself back into her shadowbody. ”Would you believe me if I said I got lost looking for the bathroom?” Okay, that was lame, but she was not used to being caught. At lest not by security guards; what an awful way to kick off her career in this new world!
Thankfully, the guards were shining their flashlights at the intruder, which made her form darken and strengthen. Letting the sculpture be led to the ground by a third arm of shadow before it shrank back into her, Silhouette’s arms extended out and grew in size, borrowing from the rest of her mass. They hit two of the guards with significant force, knocking them back. The third reached for either a weapon or a radio, but she was not going to wait. Her arms came together around him and bound him, lifting him off the ground so she could throw him into a wall.
They would all live, bruised in body and ego. She did not like things getting messy, but she was not about to get caught here. ”Sorry, I’ll just see my way out,” she muttered, picking up the sculpture and gliding across the floor, her legs formed together more like a mermaid’s tail or a naga. No need to pretend to run when people already saw her made of shadow. As she tried making her mistake, she noted one odd detail: where were the thugs that led security to her?
