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.
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Achlus was so pleased to be guiding the team of X-Men through the lost city, answering all questions with an ever-present smile until it came to Rebecca’s. Something about the befreckled young woman’s doubt gave the Princess pause and had her furrowing her brow, if only for a moment. For all the appealing traits the Atlantean woman had, the way she sighed at Rebecca’s concern felt condescending, leading to some brow-furrowing of her own.
Of course, she was the one faltering when those barely present fingertips touched her cheek. Was she just suspicious? It would be hard to blame the modern mutant, with conflicts dominating her life and at least one traumatic experience affecting her life choices, for looking at a Utopia with skepticism. She was being told that there were those in Atlantis who had their doubts and questioned the decision to welcome new guests, but something was not adding up. Where were these questioners? People giving wary looks, or glaring from windows. Everything was too… clean.
For now, she would concede, not looking to cause a problem before they even made it to the leader of Atlantis. ”Ah’ll… keep an open mind, Princess.”
Masochist had his own question about humans, and if Achlus’s sigh was mildly condescending, the tone she took with him was downright patronizing. In a way, Rebecca understood why their society might choose to be skeptical of humans, but she did not like the certainty with which the idea was dismissed. It was clear Atlantis never considered even entertaining the thought. ”What's yer intent fur uir... demigod bretheren who have human family? Human lovers?” Now that the seeds of doubt and defiance were in Rebecca’s head breaking the spell of Achlus’s beauty, she could remember Nessa, (and felt guilty for how quickly she put aside those thoughts. ”If Ah am welcome in Atlantis, whit ay mah human girlfriend?” she asked, unsure if “girlfriend” would be understood terminology by the Atlantean’s.
Come to think of it… how were they conversing with the Princess in English? From a timeline and geographical perspective, it made no sense. She would tuck that question in her back pocket for the time being, but it was yet another curious thing to consider.
Doubt was not solely a trait in Becca now, as even Ghost showed some hesitance. As a teacher at the Mansion, Becca knew about Rowan, which made her all the more concerned when Achlus nonchalantly brushed aside a group of mutants as “Gorgons.” Lodestone was versed enough in Greek Mythology to know that was not a compliment.
If there was anyone who deserved some credit in Rebecca’s eyes, it might be Elke. While everyone else was hesitant, there was something about a bold teenage girl that you could always depend on to speak her mind. This seemed to trouble Achlus as well, but she waved away accusations of cowardice with the reminder that they had not been aware of the plight of the surface world. And once again, everything wrapped back to her father, Lord Atlan. Rebecca was growing more and more interested in meeting this man with every new mystery.
Soon enough. For the moment, she would smile and play the gracious guest again, looking at the wares being given freely by those who would appear to be merchants. As she examined the food offered, Rebecca glanced at a nearby plate of reflective, polished metal, hoping to catch a peek of Mirror to know things were still going well with their reconning member.
She made a small basket of fish, bread, and even some of the unique looking fruits, though she chose not to try one yet; something about fruits grown under the ocean felt… off. She did try the bread, and was surprised to find its more naturally salty taste in the fluffy, flaky dough. She hoped her suspicions of Atlantis were wrong, because Rebecca would love to have a new place with all new foods to explore.
Carrying her basket of goods at her hip, Lodestone followed along with the rest of the group as they finally made it to the citadel, allowing Achlus to lead them through the impressive doors.
The inside of the citadel reminded her of an ancient church, and within the throne room stood a man who had some priestly elements. He was aged and weathered, but stronger than she would have anticipated for a man his age, (whatever age that may be.)
Unsurprisingly, Lord Atlan was already aware of who they were. If he truly was an oracle of some kind, he may know more than that. He greeted them, and ever the diplomat, Rebecca gave a slight bow of gratitude. ”Thenk ye fur th' warm welcome, Laird Atlan. Yer dochter has bin... most accommodatin' wi' uir questions.” Most of them, anyway. She wondered if Lord Atlan would be more open to their concerns, or if the… sea apple did not fall far from the sea tree… or, you know, some more fitting analogy. (It was not like Rebecca was a writer, after all.)
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It would have been so easy to say nothing. Rebecca could have kept her mouth shut by pressing it against Agnes’s neck in hopes of picking up where they left off before they fell asleep. Her question was going to push them to a different, more tense place, and she worried that place would split them apart. Rebecca’s thumb was drawing a circle around her new ladybug friend inked on Agnes’s hip, because she had to be prepared for the reality that her lover would pull away at any moment.
For now, that moment was staved off. Agnes burrowed her face partially in her pillow, but she did not shy away from Rebecca’s touch. After waiting so long to know why Agnes did not fight harder to keep her around, Rebecca’s heart ached listening to her ex-girlfriend’s voice. She wanted to keep Rebecca from leaving, but she could not put herself in the position to take away an opportunity like Oxford. When the question was turned around, Rebecca could finally understand what held Agnes back.
Asking Rebecca to stay had never been the only option, but it was the only one the Scot ever considered. Looking back now, any of those nights in bed where she wanted to hear Agnes say, “Don’t go,” there was always the option to instead ask Agnes to come with her to London. They could have rented a flat together. They could have walked arm in arm through Piccadilly Circus. They could have been happy and in love in a city where they only had each other.
Except Agnes had been accepted to an advanced program at Julliard, and Rebecca never gave thought to taking her away from that. Why did she expect anything different from her selfless violinist? ”Aggie...” she started, brushing away the tear forming in the corner of her exposed eye. ”Ah wish ye waur mair selfish sometimes… but 'en ye wooldnae be th' woman Ah loove sae much.” She always knew she had a true supporter in Agnes, regardless of how much changed.
The past was the past, and there was no good in wishing one of them had acted out of character. ”Yoo're reit. It was a’ays gonnae happen. Lookin' back, Ah wish Ah coods change it. Ah was a bampot tae lit someain loch ye go...” How could she not see how crazy it was to walk away from Agnes and not expect someone like River to know better?
Oh, River… that was going to be a conversation soon, to be sure…
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It was not “early morning” any longer, but Rebecca felt like she had not stopped since she woke up. She got out of bed at dawn to prepare a lunch for Astrid, breakfast for the both of them in the form of fried eggs, sausage and toast, and give her handsome mirror husband a kiss that, even if left on glass, was a crucial part of starting her day.
From there, Rebecca had to, against Astrid’s wishes, reach out to veterinarians and shelters to ensure Bijou was not an escaped pet, (though given the malnourished state of the poor thing, this step was mostly a formality.) This led to bringing Bijou to the vet where she was given her vaccinations and she was chipped. Once the paperwork was filled out for Bijou Grey, (yet another addition to the Grey family,) supplies had to be purchased; litterbox, pet food and bowl, and some cat toys. The last one might have seemed unnecessary given Rebecca’s generally tight budget, but she rationalized by claiming that pet toys would make Bijou less likely to mess with the office furniture.
By the time she made it into the offices the X-Men operated out of, (after expertly sneaking a kitten into the hospital building and past security,) it was already getting to be close to noon. Rebecca was exhausted after a night where she got in so late followed by a morning where she had so much to do, and while making Astrid a neat little box lunch, the mother and team leader had given no thought to her own midday meal.
She was tired and hungry, but she could tough it out until she had to head to the bar for the night. Two nights, and two different bartenders had to call out, meaning she would be back behind the bar again, likely living off a dollar menu burger. ”Ugh,” she groaned helplessly to the empty office.
”Mew?” came the inquisitive chirp of Bijou, who was exploring the space behind the couch against the wall in the office. She was not alone, after all. For all the stress Rebecca had to deal with, seemingly on all fronts in her life, she had to take moments to appreciate the little things. Bijou might keep her company while she pulled her hair out trying to figure out how to operate a team of vigilantes on a dwindling, shoestring budget.
The paperwork was on her desk, but Rebecca held off, choosing instead to set up a spot in the corner of the office for Bijou’s food, water, and a little cushioned cat bed. The leader of the X-Men would not admit it, but she welcomed the distraction this morning.
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Some nights were easier than others. There were nights when Rebecca and Jesse had it in them to make jokes about their situation, looking for the light in a terribly dark situation. Sometimes, they could just talk for hours like they did when they started dating, and nothing would feel out of the ordinary. Unfortunately, some nights her body and soul longed to just feel Jesse holding her again. Those were the toughest nights, and she took solace in the little things. She might not ever touch her spouse again, but she still had Jesse there for her, physically as close as the universe would allow, reminding her she loved her. Things could always be worse than this.
Another one of those “little things” made herself known to the house with a slamming window. (To be fair, it was hard to call Astrid a “little thing;” after her last growth spurt, the teenager now stood at least three inches taller than her mother.) The sudden sound caused Rebecca to jump for a moment, pushed by her training to assume any unexpected violent noise as a threat. When she realized where the thud came from, Rebecca smirked and used her palm to wipe the water from the corners of her eyes.
It was easy to assume that her free-spirited daughter had just returned from a flight, and while Rebecca encouraged Astrid to express herself, there was a reason these unattended flights were against the rules. Astrid knew it, too; even with this particular rule broken, Astrid was a sweet, obedient daughter, and now that she knew she was busted, it was only a matter of time before…
A lovely girl opened the door and excitedly entered the room, followed by her large, crystalline wings. Rebecca was right to prioritize putting on clothes, because sometimes, Astrid had too much pep in her step to knock and wait for permission to enter. She called out to herself and, after a moment of mental clarification, Jesse, which made Rebecca smile. Naturally, it took some time before Astrid felt comfortable calling Jesse her mother or father, but hearing it now reminded Rebecca that she had built a true family for herself. This was why it was so hard to chastise her daughter when she broke rules; Astrid got the kind of leniency no one else did because she was truly one of the lights in her life. Her little angel.
Who had a little kitten in her arms. Once again, Rebecca was trying to put herself in mother mode, but she was conflicted. Despite her tough outer exterior, Rebecca had her weaknesses, and now she was confronted by two of them: Astrid and cats.
And her daughter, of course, was clever enough to have a clearly rehearsed plea that packaged an apology for breaking rules with a request to keep her newfound pet. Rebecca looked sternly at her daughter through mismatched eyes, (or tried to anyway,) before her face cracked into a smile and she sighed heavily. ”Astrid, I swear, some days I think you’re just trying to see how much you can get away with.” Answer: a lot. Too much. ”Get over here.”
Rebecca examined the cat cradled in her daughter’s arms. It was cute, as Astrid attested, but it was a frail, dirty thing that did not strike her as the type of animal that would survive on the streets of New York. She could feel the sympathy for the cat swelling in her heart, because yes, Rebecca had a soft spot for strays. ”Poor thing…” she muttered quietly to herself. To be honest, their apartment would have already had a cat wandering and clawing furniture, if not for… ”Honey… you know our apartment doesn’t allow…”
She wanted to be rational, but a helpless cat and a young French teenager were both looking at her, their eyes begging for approval. Rebecca, now the helpless one, pressed her temples with her fingers and resigned herself when she thought of one option worth exploring. ”Jesse, babe… do you think we could get away with keeping a cat at the base?” Sure, bringing a cat into the building might have been against the rules, but so was harboring and operating a team of vigilantes out of the offices.
Rebecca, for all her talk, was a total softie. Agnes would give her so much grief.
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It was a challenge judging the combat readiness of a woman who could not be seen. From what Rebecca gathered in her brief hands on experience, Kendra was likely similar to Rebecca in height and build. If that was the case, the hammer she was provided might not be the ideal tool for her to defend herself. The way the hammer dropped to the ground with a thud when handed to the invisible girl supported her assumption, but Kendra made the most of the situation and took some hefty practice swings with the weapon. What Rebecca would not give to see what her new friend looked like in that moment.
The thought made her chuckle and shake her head. ”Nae ideal, but hopefully it'll keep ye safe until somethin' mair yer speed comes alang.” Helpful items would be strewn through the maze, but there were also enemy creatures with weapons of their own to pilfer.
And speaking of enemy creatures… Rebecca’s senses could pick up the presence of metal moving freely in the next room, so it was a good thing in her eyes that Kendra had some way to defend herself. Kendra was going to learn to carry her own weight along with the weight of her hammer. ”Ready?” she asked, before opening the door and stepping into the next room.
The room was not cast in absolute darkness like the hall they had completed, but when they entered, it was too dark to see anything. It was not until both women were through the door that it shut behind them, sealing with non-magnetic metal bars to keep them from backtracking. Lights in the narrow rectangular room started igniting along the walls, revealing the scene before them. If not for the metallic walls and floor, the décor would feel almost like a tavern. The space had large wooden tables with pewter steins, and sitting at these tables were skeleton soldiers.
Unlike their first encounter, these skeletons stood taller, around six and a half feet tall, and they were adorned with leather armor and helmets. Each of them had a weapon nearby or on hand. There was a quiet moment of confusion on all sides, as the girls watched the skeletons, who were looking up and processing the presence of the new intruders.
Of course, then they quickly fumbled to their feet and grabbed their weapons, looking to attack. The metal bones floating around Rebecca increased in speed, both in the way they flew around her and the way they spun like propellers. The first thing was first; two of the thinner looking skeletons had crossbows pointed at Rebecca, as the most visible target.
The archers were honestly one of her favorite enemies; if Rebecca had one “goal” regarding her mutation, it was to hone her magnetic abilities until she could slow or stop bullets. Technically, she could alter a bullet’s path, but with the speed they traveled, her effect was minimal. Arrows and bolts were good practice. As the projectiles flew toward her, she pushed the magnetic field against them, affecting the area with a strong similar charge, robbing the bolts of velocity. They clattered harmlessly on the ground before her charging feet. Rebecca made a move on one of the largest skeletons wielding a sword almost her height. The sword was iron, so it sounded like a fair challenge.
Meanwhile, one of the skeletons, equipped with a small wooden shield and accompanying wooden club, noticed a suspicious stone hammer just… floating in front of the door… Curious, he raised the shield strapped to his metallic wrist and approached…
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Rebecca was certain she had it in her to lay in that bed with Agnes for the rest of time. She could use her power to lock and unlock the door, allowing food to be delivered to them in bed. Rebecca would do her videos from beside Agnes, wrapping the sheets around her body, (likely increasing her viewership.) Agnes could… skype into her performances? Okay, there were kinks to work out in the plan, but it showed promise.
It was tempting to return to sleep, but truthfully, Rebecca was remarkably well-rested. It was like she had been sleeping wrong somehow for so long, and that night everything was right; the position, the mattress, and of course, her sleep partner. There was nothing wrong with waking up with Nessa, but it was hard not to admit now that it was never as “right” as this was.
When Agnes turned over to face her, Rebecca lifted her arm to allow the movement, but as soon as they were face to face, it returned, her hand resting on Agnes’s bare hip. Nothing about this felt out of place, from Agnes’s tousled bedhead, to the warm look in those clear blue eyes. Not even the morning breath felt wrong; it was the kind of inevitability two people learned to accept when they shared a bed long enough. It was like riding a bike; it had been years, but Rebecca never forgot how to share herself with Agnes.
Agnes kissed her spot; the spot above her eyebrow marked by a cluster of freckles she long ago claimed. It was not the typical place for someone to kiss, and while there was nary a spot on Rebecca that had gone unattended by Nessa, it was always easy to move just enough to allow a kiss on her forehead if it felt like her lips were approaching hallowed skin. Subconsciously, Rebecca did not want to concede a spot she did not feel she had the rights to give away.
The morning reply was a warm and welcome assurance that Rebecca was not the only one who had a great sleep. After an evening of getting… reacquainted, Agnes pointed out one of the more recent additions only an intimate partner would have noticed was new. Becca grinned, placing her hand over the hand Agnes had pressed against her stomach. ”Apparently college abroad is when yoo're supposed tae gang wild. Ah coods hae banged th' rugbae team, but piercin' mah bellybutton seemed loch a better lang term decision,” she joked. ”Ah’m glad ye loch it.”
Leaning forward, she gently kissed Agnes’s delicate lips before pressing her forehead against her partner’s. They could have waited longer before breaking the peace of their morning, but Rebecca had questions that had waited too long to delay much longer. ”Wa did ye lit me go?” she asked in a soft whisper. ”Wa didne ye ask me tae stay?”
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Upon waking up, Rebecca felt a great irony. For the past two weeks, Rebecca would occasionally find herself dreaming of Agnes. When she woke up, before her eyes opened, she would question who the warm, bare body was lying next to her. Now, waking up in Agnes’s bed, habit had her expecting Nessa to be there by her side. No, this was not a dream; she was waking up next to the wispy form of her ex-girlfriend, Agnes.
Rebecca’s freckled body was hidden beneath the sheets and not much else, playing the big spoon in the first night they shared together since the breakup. Positioning had always been important to them, and for up to a month at a time, Agnes had to be the big spoon so her wings could be free to sleep-flutter without hitting Rebecca in the face. (To a lesser extent, they had similar rules while Agnes had her stingers until she could force a metamorphosis.)
Maybe it was the fault of the rarity, but Rebecca enjoyed being the one to cradle her lover’s body. It was easy to wrap her whole arm around Agnes’s thin midsection to pull her closer, and she could spend the night absentmindedly planting kisses when the mood struck. Being the first to wake up, Rebecca took advantage of the rare opportunity to leave a kiss between Agnes’s shoulder blades. She loved the way Agnes’s wings suited her, but that did not mean she would ignore the little things she could do during the other months of the year.
With the morning sun peeking into the bedroom, Rebecca could get more of a handle on the situation she found herself in. Her entire body still felt relaxed after so much… expending of energy the night before. By the time they chose to get sleep, Rebecca was sure she was out like a light. The sheets were no longer tucked neatly under the mattress, she realized as she felt the air on her feet poking out of the bottom.
Even with Agnes facing away from her, Rebecca could tell when she finally awoke. It was the type of thing she must have never forgotten; the subtle changes she could only detect by being so closely intertwined. They were now both awake, meaning it was officially the morning after, and they had to start bringing reality back into the equation.
Slowly, of course. They had a lot to talk about, but if it was possible, she wanted their conversation not to interrupt their morning cuddling. ”Morn, lovebug,” she whispered close to Agnes’s ear, wondering how long they could delay the inevitable. ”Sleep weel?”
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The song playing in the background was acoustic and slow and likely lovely, but Rebecca could not concern herself with anything further than the two feet in front of her occupied by the woman she could not get over half a decade later. Approaching the door, she was sure she had every intention of displaying patience and being a paragon of good decision making, but when met with a delicately bitten lip and piercing blue eyes, Rebecca stood no chance. She never did.
The first kiss was intense, but short, and for a moment, Rebecca worried she had jumped to the wrong conclusion, made the wrong choice, and ruined whatever was between them in one rushed decision. She pulled away nervous, saying nothing, choosing only to gaze deeply into Agnes’s sight, hoping to glean some sign of what was going through the mind hiding past the sapphire.
And then there were hands at Rebecca’s cheeks, and her skin was lit aflame with heat at her touch. The space temporarily made available between them vanished as they both committed to the kiss and every kiss to follow. One of Becca’s hands trailed up Agnes’s back until she was grasping at and running her fingers through the dark waves of hair. Her free hand was wandering; a shoulder, the small of the back, a hip—treading once familiar skin to relearn the subtle differences of Agnes’s body after years apart.
Rebecca felt the tug at her sweatshirt in the direction of Agnes’s bedroom, and while the plan sounded ideal, she had no intention of breaking their kiss after waiting so long to enjoy the taste of Agnes’s lips again. Agnes pulled her along, treading backwards, and once they reached Agnes’s door, Rebecca pushed Agnes’s back against the wood so she could press her body more firmly against her once-ex-now-current-lover’s form. Kisses strayed from lips to earlobes, jawlines, necklines, until one of them managed to get a hand on the doorknob and grant them entry into the bedroom.
From there, there was stumbling and hasty removal of clothing, with tops tossed haphazardly and jeans shimmied off, left abandoned along the path to the bed, Rebecca’s falling with a thud with the pistol worn on her hip, though neither woman gave the sound much thought.
They were past thought. They were reveling in feelings and warmth and tender embraces they never thought they would share again. Rebecca knew once the rush and the ecstasy eventually started to fade, they would have to address the realities of what they were doing, but now was not the time for those conversations.
Looking up at the pale-skinned beauty positioned above her in all her glory, Rebecca’s hand reached up and cupped Agnes’s cheek. Her breath was still shaky, but she managed to say, ”Ah loove ye, Aggie.” If those were the only words she spoke all night, they would be enough. Content in the world-excluding bubble of their love, Rebecca allowed herself to give in to bliss.
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None of the texts Rebecca was sending felt safe. She was playing a dangerous game where she was unsure what her goal was, and everything in her life was seemingly at stake. She took a risk asking Agnes if she was the only one still dealing with being in love. She backed away from a risk by not admitting to Nessa that her feelings for Agnes were love. That sounded like such a scary thing to commit to; if she told her girlfriend, that could be the signal of the end for their relationship, and was that what Rebecca wanted? Maybe her and Agnes would clear the air and realize they just had to move forward. She really did like Nessa. She really did love Agnes.
Ugh. There had to be some better system than dating to find the person you were supposed to end up with. This way was so… messy. Still, it was selfish to withhold her feelings just to delay a potential breakup. She was tiptoeing around the truth, and Nessa deserved to know why things were so strained; she clearly had her suspicions already, after all.
Rebecca pulled out her phone with the intention of adding a more honest response to Nessa, but her phone surprised her with a popup notification of a new text from Agnes.
I could never stop wanting you…no matter who was in my life.
The words wiped her mind clear, resetting her until nothing that came before that text was left. She could feel her heart fluttering, sending a shiver across her skin. Even the hand that held the phone was trembling. That was the message she was waiting for, right? The one she had been silently hoping to receive for months. They both still wanted to be together. Could it be that simple?
No. They had a past, and it was not simple and clean. There were things they needed to talk through, which said nothing of the romantic situations they had to consider. They wanted to be together, but that did not mean it was right or what either woman needed. Rebecca could have replied, and even typed out, “We need to talk,” in her phone before deciding to close out of her message app and shove her phone in her pocket. It seemed excessive to text now, when they could just talk things out face to face.
After all, after allowing her feet to carry her forward without direction, she now found herself standing in the entryway of Agnes’s apartment building.
Rebecca ascended the stairs gingerly, still feeling a tingle throughout her body like excitement or anticipation. She knew the steps to figuring out what she wanted now: she had to talk to Agnes about what they were feeling and what they wanted, giving real thought to the consequences and questions that needed to be addressed if they wanted to try things again. Reaching Agnes’s floor, Rebecca stood in front of the closed wooden door that was wedged between her and whatever came next. She could hear the muffled sound of music in the apartment, so she was sure Agnes had not left for the evening.
Taking a deep breath and steeling her resolve, Rebecca knocked on the door.
The response was not immediate, but eventually the door swung open and Rebecca was greeted by a wordless Agnes. Their eyes met, and for a brief moment, they looked at each other silently.
And all thought and rationality fled Rebecca’s mind as she moved forward and found Agnes’s lips with her own, joining in a passionate kiss, wrapping her arms tightly around the slender body she had missed for so long.
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There was something appropriately stressful about juggling conversations with Agnes and Nessa simultaneously; in a way, it felt like a reflection of how she had been handling those relationships all along. Maybe Nessa was just taking a more honest look at their relationship than Becca was, and that thought was scary. It only grew scarier as her phone buzzed again, prompting her to check her phone while walking.
Yes. You have feelings for me. You like me. You loved Agnes. Do you still?
”The ****, watch where you’re going, lady!”
Rebecca was jolted back into reality by a burly man moving out of the way of the out-of-focus redhead with surprisingly nimble feet. ”Och, sorry,” she mumbled, remembering why she would usually stop to check and reply to her messages.
For the moment, she pressed forward, giving the message some thought. The question left her stomach turning as she asked it to herself. Did she still love Agnes? Surely, a part of her always will, but that felt like a copout in the situation she now found herself in. If Agnes’s next message asked her to be with her, would she find it in her to say no? Her brain was telling her she would because she had a girlfriend, but something deeper in her tingled at the thought that Agnes want to try things again.
Bzzzzzt!
Feeling her heart skip a beat, Rebecca learned from her mistake and pressed herself against the brick wall of a liquor store.
Oh Gingersnap…I...understand more than you know. Truth be told, well, I wanted nothing more than you to do that too. Heh. I guess I’m just as bad at this as you are.
So it was not Agnes asking Rebecca to take her back, but it was still an admission that she wanted her the night she slept over. Agnes wanted Rebecca like Rebecca wanted Agnes, and if she had mustered up the courage to knock on that door, she would not have slept alone that night.
Except sleeping alone was not a problem for Rebecca; she had a girlfriend. She had a caring, fun, understanding girlfriend, and she was still pining for her ex. She felt her own guilt growing thinking back to Nessa’s question, because Nessa was good to her, but she was not Agnes… maybe that was just the problem. If Agnes had invited her into bed, she knew deep down in her heart that Nessa would not have been enough to keep her on the couch.
She still loved Agnes. It was the reason being friends felt like such a challenge. Yes, plenty of exes could learn to live with the ghosts of their past feelings so a friendship could last, but that was not the problem. Rebecca’s feelings were not in the past, and it was starting to sound like Agnes’s were not either.
Rebecca knew how she was feeling, even if she was in denial, trying to convince herself she was misinterpreting her emotions again. Still, the pull of curiosity was too strong, and her finger swiped along the letters of her phone’s keyboard, as if against the requests of her mind, to ask the question that was now plaguing her.
Are these past feelings, or are they just feelings?
[SEND]
If there was no River and there was no Nessa… would we still just be friends?
[SEND]
The question was out there now and Rebecca could not pull it back. If there were no other women in the picture, and all there was to be concerned with was Rebecca Grey and Agnes Nicholas, would the two women hesitate to pull the trigger and give love another chance? Maybe she was off-base, and Agnes no longer loved her like she one did, and if she did, maybe it did not matter; love was not a reason to go back to something that did not last the first time. All Rebecca cared about was knowing the truth.
Speaking of the truth… she looked back at the question Nessa asked that started it all…
Part of me will always love Agnes. I can’t help that.
A copout it would be, as Rebecca was not ready or able to admit that her love for Agnes was still in her heart, not hiding as a remnant in the corner, but prominently driving her. As she returned to walking the sidewalks of the city, even if she had not figured out her destination yet, she was subconsciously taking a familiar direction.
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Rebecca looked through the options bundled up in her drawer containing a mishmash of undies, pajama bottoms, and tank tops. There were flannel pajama pants and oversized sleep shirts, but the weather was warming up, so she settled on blue cotton shorts and a baby blue tank top; the sleep equivalent of the outfit she just changed out of, essentially.
As she always was when Rebecca needed it, Jesse was sweet, reminding her that she had a romantic streak many people might not have expected from the otherwise cool, jaded woman. ”Don’t tell anyone,” she joked, pretending she cared about her tough reputation. In truth, she would not mind the world knowing she had a heart, even if Combatant might tease her for it. Anything to remind Jesse that she still loved her and saw their marriage as a necessary part of her life.
”I haven’t asked Astrid yet, but I will. I wanted to ask you first incase… you know, it’d be weird,” she mumbled as she approached the mirror her wife was residing in. Her hand pressed against the cool surface of the glass barrier between them. If Rebecca could reach in through the mirror and pull Jesse out, she would give anything to make it happen, but until that day came, she wanted to feel close to the mirrorwalker in any way she could.
”I think I was mad at mirrors,” she admitted, knowing she must sound crazy for holding a grudge against an object, ”but I’m past that now. Mirrors are the one thing that still let me keep you in my life. So if loving you means loving mirrors, then I love mirrors.”
She could feel a stinging in the corner of her eye as she pressed her forehead against the glass. ”And I love you, Jesse. I love you so much.”
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The wine in Rebecca’s stomach needed doughy, greasy pizza to absorb some of the effect of the alcohol; chips were not going to cut it, and she could already feel herself getting loopy. Pushing the line of getting drunk was dangerous for her historically, leading to a one-night stand with Gawain and a bar fight with some nameless jacka**. In a room with three attractive women, all of whom had significant others, it behooved the impulsive redhead to keep her wits about her.
When ordering pizza with Agnes, Rebecca was always quiet about her aversion to a certain pizza topping, but with Jules, Serena, Sarah, and four glasses of wine, the need to be quiet was less pressing. ”Bleh, nae pineapples, please!” Rebecca did not consider herself a picky eater, but there were some things she could not stand for, and pineapples on pizza were an injustice. ”Anythin' else, thocht if Ah hae a vote, pepperoni an' banana peppers.”
Serena put some blame on Rebecca for nudging her to make a move with Amelia, and the redhead beamed with pride at the role she got to play. She got a good snog with a good friend, and helped said friend find her own happiness. ”Ah’ll gladly claim fault there,” she replied with a smirk.
Jules showed her support for Serena’s new relationship as well, but could not resist another cheeky little shot at Serena and Rebecca’s little introductory snog. Rolling her eyes, Becca grabbed one of the throw pillows from behind her and Sarah, tossing it at Jules’s face unexpectedly, punctuating it with, ”Someain soonds jealoos!”
The attack was not taken quietly by Jules, who grabbed the pillow Rebecca had provided her and stood up. ”That vain, are you? It’s so on!” While she had been enjoying having her hair braided, Rebecca would have to interrupt Sarah by getting up to her feet because Juliette was whacking at her with the pillow. (Admittedly a far more reliable strategy than throwing.
Rebecca shielded herself, giggling like mad until she could find her way to another pillow to defend herself. ”Ye sure ye wanna pick thes fight, Lightnin' Bug?” Maybe it was immature, but it was a sleepover staple, and she hoped the other girls could get on their childish level for a quality pillow melee.
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It should have been illegal for someone to wear a blush so perfectly. Could Rebecca really be faulted for feeling smitten by a woman who had the beauty of a goddess and was actual, honest-to-goodness royalty? The Scot would behave herself, of course, but she did not see the harm in being friendly. Achlus was their host, after all. ”Weel, Ah wooldnae want tae be disrespectful... Princess,” she replied with a smile. Did Achlus give her a look? It was probably the Scot’s imagination.
Atlantis was a small population of mutants; more of their kind could be found in New York City. Of course, New York did not have its own order of mutant sentinels protecting the city. As a secret city, maybe protection and preservation were just a part of Atlantean culture, but to Rebecca, it almost felt like a paranoid move from such an otherwise welcoming society.
Wandering through the city proper, it became clear that Achlus, while unquestionably stunning, was not in the minority at Atlantis. The streets and canals were populated with Aphrodites and Adonises, many of whom were proudly enjoying the sun and the water on their bare skin. Humanities concepts of shame and humility never made it to the bottom of the ocean, clearly. ”A beautiful princess ay beautiful people in a beautiful city,” she spoke quietly to herself, though she was surely heard by Achlus. The princess was enjoying drifting from one X-Man to another, gently brushing her fingertips along Rebecca’s arm. Goosebumps ran across her skin at the feather-light touch.
They were making their approach toward the inner citadel, but along the way, they saw content modern mutants amidst Atlanteans and more ancient guardians. Beyond the metal of their armor and helmets, their eyes remained hidden. Even if the happy visitors were unfazed by their presence, Lodestone could not help but find them off-putting.
Lord Atlan was the one putting out the call to all the mutants as an escape from the struggles and the plight of mutant life in a human world. It sounded like a lovely idea in theory, though the idea of seclusion and segregation went against Rebecca’s belief in mutant-human coexistence. It was hard to blame the original Atlanteans to choosing a retreat; as much ignorance as mutants faced now, it had to be worse in ancient times. Her heart did go out for those who had to make the decision to submerge their city and leave the surface world.
Now, Atlantis seemed like a utopia, filled with beautiful, happy people. Everyone seemed so content with their lives, even after living under the waves for so long. Everyone seemed happy, in fact, including the visitors and some of her own teammates. Hell, Rebecca was having a hard time not seeing Atlantis as a prime vacation destination, (taking another look around at the impressive… sights of Atlantis,) but she felt in the minority with nagging doubts plaguing her.
”Ah dinnae mean tae be rude, Achlus, bit… thes place seems tay guid tae be true. Ah dornt mean, 'this is sae great.' Ah mean, it feels... impossible.” Far be it for Rebecca to be the wet blanket, but they were there for answers, and utopias did not exist. ”Thaur must be citizens ay Atlantis fa ur opposed tae yer faither invitin' newcomers tae their city? Is thaur crime in atlantis?” She looked back to the omnipresent sentinels, feeling the chilling impression of a police state. ”Free will is th' adversary ay perfection, efter aw.” Maybe she was just paranoid herself, but everything about Atlantis seemed too shiny and clean for there not to be something hiding under the surface…
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Mutants were fascinating. It was a consistent truth she had found since she first stepped into New York and her world opened up. There were infinite possibilities that only made the people she met more unique, and she was curious what Kendra’s story was. She was not disappointed.
Astral projection via dreaming? It was hard to wrap her head around the idea that her hand was not grasping another flesh and blood person, but rather an invisible but tangible avatar of a young woman sleeping next to her girlfriend. What did make sense was the teleportation aspect of her powers, which solved the mystery of Kendra’s record-setting puzzle-solving. ”Ah, sae yer sayin’ ye cheated th’ jumpin’ game?” she teased. Conversation was hopefully keeping Kendra from focusing too much on the precarious position she was in. (Of course, it could also distract her from treading carefully, so if things went poorly, Rebecca might have some blame to take herself.
Kendra took another opportunity to apologize for her boldness, but before Rebecca could dismiss it as unnecessary, he felt the body she was leading begin to wobble. Feeling the uncontrollable skip of her heartbeat, Rebecca brought her body low to maintain her balance, and her hand tightened its grip on Kendra’s like a vice. She was worried her new friend might fall, and the risk of being dragged along was real, but she was technically there as Kendra’s guide and guardian, so Becca could not take a selfish stance.
Luckily, neither woman ended up falling, and with some effort, they stabilized. Rebecca sighed, regaining her composure before she returned them to their perilous path. ”Ah’d say watch yer step, bit…” She waved at the total darkness surrounding them, which was a pointless gesture since Kendra would not see it, what with the total darkness surrounding them.
Returning to the apology Kendra was trying to extend before she so rudely almost fell to great bodily harm, Rebecca smiled and explained, ”It's fine, Ah was a footballer in high skale. Thaur ur waurse things than anither hen sneakin' a peek at me in a sports bra,” she admitted. Depending on how binding her last AMA was, she might have been on the hook to be part of some calendar in the future anyway, so the bashfulness of her youth was clearly a thing of the past. ”Ah willnae teel mah girlfriend, an' ye dornt hae tae teel yoors.” Dating women was an odd prospect, because some men would not find it troubling at all to have a girlfriend who checked out other women. Gay girls were sometimes more ready to overreact to what was a harmless glance.
Taking the last steps where the path became less than half a foot wide, Rebecca was quick to hop onto the other side of the trial and pull Kendra along to the safety of stable ground and visibility. Of course, being able to see again did little to change her view of Kendra, but she was sure her companion appreciated seeing her guide and her path once more.
They were in a small room with one door on the right. The door was unlocked, and likely there for their benefit as a respite from whatever might be wandering through the maze. In the small room was a chest torn straight from any fantasy game, made of wood and fastened with a padlock. Magnetism made short work of the lock, ripping it from the clasp it secured, and letting the Scott flip open the lid to pull out…
”Weel, ye waur hopin' fur a weapon. Hink ye can handle thes?” she asked, handing the younger woman a large, dual-ended hammer. It was not so heavy that a woman in her twenties could not carry it, but the stone head had enough heft that swinging the weapon would require some energy. It would put a dent into some of the foes they were bound to run into, however, so in Rebecca’s eyes it was better than Kendra going unarmed. She left the choice up to her.
