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.
At the edge of the building, Elke spun back to face the angry X-man and pulled out two objects from within the pockets of her baggy pants.
Two shiny black guns, to be specific.
Whipping them out, she made sure to arrange herself in the most threatening manner possible (which was hard, considering her height, sex, age, and currently wardrobe) and leveled the guns at him sideways. The only angle acceptable for true gangsta's. "Do ya feel lucky, punk?... Well, do ya?"
The native pulled the triggers and.... shot the hero with blasts of goopy, red sriracha sauce. As it turned out, the guns were just a rather realistic looking water toys. Which she had filled with hot sauce on a whim.
"TASTE MY @$%# SAUCE VENGEANCE!"
Then she threw herself backwards over the edge, knowing full well there were people gathered below who would break her fall, all while furiously squirting liquid fire at the x-man.
She was standing behind him, actually, with a grin on her face that easily stretched from ear to ear. A pile of disposable cameras in her arms, as well as a few she'd stuffed into her backpack and a couple handfuls of candy.
Don't worry, she traded then for the sandwich she had been saving for lunch.
The clones stumbled in shortly after, one rubbing a new bruise from where the cane (which she had picked up and claimed) had hit her. The other twin had tripped over the curb while trying to catch up, and now sported a bloody nose.
Elke ignored them, stepped up to the counter to deposit all of the cameras, then carefully picked out four of the best ones. The others she didn't care about, nor need.
The fourteen year old took instant offended, but the big bug mutant didn't give her any time to retaliate. Instead he was yammering on about what a good suggestion she had made, and then went and complimented her.
Or... at least she thought it was a compliment.
"Of course it's a good suggestion. I wasn't born yesterday, ya know!" One of the clones spotted a moment to jump in and show she was also smart, and so she did. "Yeah! We was born today!"
The Native groaned, and contemplated pushing the twin out into traffic. Fortunately, Roach skittering across the road proved enough of a distraction to save the girls short life.
"Let's get four cameras. That way each of us will have one, and we can get more pictures." See! Super smert.
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She'd just finished re-loading the launcher, and aiming, when something caught her eye. A solitary figure escaping the swarming crowd below, via flight. It was careening her direction like a bullet; impact with the roof she was standing on eminent. Her clones skittered to hide behind her, one holding up a shaking butter knife, while the other was clutching the bag with the rest of the grenades in it.
The song being blared away in her ears was pretty effective at blocking out whatever the guy was saying, which didn't really matter to her all that much anyway. He was dressed like a chump and had a badge on. That automatically made him the enemy. So... Elke just went right on doing what she's been tasked to do before he'd shown up.
" -Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise. Comin' from a vet on some old Vietnam @%#$. You can bet your bottom dollar, hey I bomb @#$%!"
Only this time, she was aiming her gun at him.
... while dancing threateningly at him.
" -And it's gonna get even worse, word to God. It's the Wu comin' through. Came to represent and carve my name in your chest. You can come test, realize you're no contest. Son I'm the gun that won that oldWild West!"
BOOMPH!
She forgot to position her feet in order to keep herself from falling back from the force of the recoil. It sent her sprawling on her backside-
BOOMPH!
-and she accidentally fired another grena-
BOOMPHBOOMPH!
...or three. All of which followed the first in it's path toward the spandex clad authority figure, in unintended directions, while she tossed the launcher away, accidentally knocked a clone over the edge of the roof, then scrambled to her feet and bolted. That left one clone standing like a deer in headlights, waving around her butter-knife as if it were all that stood between her and a shark.
The native jumped at Clyde's gasp. She followed his pointed arm in the direction her clone has ran and blinked. Five seconds later, what he'd said hit her and she gasped herself. Doh! How could she had been such an idiot!?
"Oh@@#$% you're right!" Her twins her notorious for being blabber mouths, she'd just been thinking about it, even. The last thing she wanted was her new friend getting outed by bird brained version of herself!
Not wasting a moment, she bolted after, following closely beside Clyde. While they gave chase, she brainstormed what would be the most likely place to find her twins. There were.. lots. Labs had many things that looked fun to play with, locker rooms had plenty of places to score free stuff. The Gym probably had tons of things to play with... but one place in particular stood out to her among the rest.
"...Where's the cafeteria?"
Food. Where there was something to eat, there would also be her clones. Just as they were famous to gabbing things, they were notorious for stuffing anything that looked edible into their gobs. "That's probably the most likely place to find them!"
"...came to bring the pain, hardcore from the brain, let's go inside my astral plane.." She had paced back and forth on the roof for the better part of twenty minutes, before she got bored and her attention shifted elsewhere. The Native shuffled with the beats in her ears, hopping and bouncing while waving her weapon around at nothing.
"..Find out my mental's based on instrumental,records hey, so I can write monumental Methods..."
The sight of the gun flitted here and there, before landing on one of her clones. Elke grinned, muttering lyrics to herself as her twin noticed it's predicament and reacted appropriately. It dove to the left, throwing itself onto the rocky floor of the roof in an over dramatic manner.
"But @#%$&* is decaf I stick 'em for the CREAM, check it, just how deep can #$%@ get. Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accep-" The flicker of the screen caught her eye, and she paused her pursuit of trailing the terrified clone across the roof. The video Roach has mentioned rolled on, some red-headed broad getting the tar beaten out of her. Hefting her gun up again as the crowd down below started to react to the short movie, Elke moved into position.
Below, people were crying out on both sides. Some in outrage of the injustice of what had happened to the poor mutant women, others in support of the police who'd done it. Tension was thick, anger thicker. Threats, slurs, and curse words rose swiftly above the other voices... but before a single punch, bottle, or kick could be thrown, Elke acted.
"Who da boss? @&%$!@* get tossed to the side, and I'm the dark side of the Force-"
BOOMPH!
She pulled the trigger, and the first of her grenades sailed into the waiting crowd. "-I be hectic, and comin' for the head piece protect it #$%@ it, two tears in a bucket, @#%%$&* want the ruckus-"
BOOMPH!
A second grenade lunched into the other side of the gathered crowd, and then a third. "I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin Miss Daisy, Out her @#&*$% mind now I got mine, I'm Swayze-"
She paused her assault on the people below in order to saunter her way along the ledge, while her teargas grenades sent the people below into an all out panic. Both sides split as some people started to flee, while others went on the offensive. Mutants and humans alike swarmed the barrier holding them apart and a full out fight broke out.
The Native, proud of her accomplishment (and of how proud Roach would be of her) took a moment to savor the chaos before she re-sighted her weapon and fired a few more over the square.
Today was a special day. Elke had prepared especially for it why getting all glitzy up and donning her best clothes. Her hair was braided back in tight rows, courtesy of a friend, and her brothers clothing hung off of her like a scarecrow was wearing them. The dark jeans had been rolled up on the bottom and looped securely around her narrow hips with a leather belt that had a crystal encrusted buckle with the phrase Big Pimpin slapped across the front. A baggy jersey with New York 34 in neon letters across the front was tucked sloppily into her pants, with a white tank peeking out from underneath. Large, dark cop shades sat balanced on the bridge of her nose, and a toothpick hung haphazardly out of her mouth, as she stared at Roach with a slacken jaw.
The 'gift' he had given her was easily the biggest gu she had every seen in her life. It took both hands to hold it up, and was heavy enough to equal the weight of one of her clones. She... she didn't know what to say.
"YAHOOO!!!" Or maybe she did. The Native ran an excited, tight little circle around the bug man who'd more or less adopted her, before coming to a stop directly in front of him. "I won't let ya down, Boss. Ya got my word on that." She saluted him stiffly, hefted the large launched up onto her shoulder and watched him depart.
Once she was along on the roof, just herself and two clones, she let a wide grin settle on her lips and studied her new toy. It only took a few minutes to figure out where the grenades were loaded and how to re-load them.
Settling one boot clad foot on the ledge of the roof, she watched the people down below mull about. "Ey, drag that bag over here and get ready to hand me some more ammunition." One clone hopped to it, while the other leaned over the edge a little to spy what was below.
Elke hummed, pressing an ear-bud from her cd-player into her ear, and nodded her head to the beat of the music while she waited for everything to fall into place. "...I come to bring the pain."
Squinting, Elke considered what the giant bug had said. She guessed it made sense... in a way. It didn't help that he'd used all those big words and junk, though. Glancing at her clones, who where busy slapping at each other over some little trifle, she sighed.
"Alright, split it evenly, or whatever."
She kicked a bottle out of her way as she marched behind him, still pondering over 'investments'. She invested in stuff all the time! Like... like when she invested in eating things out of the cupboard that she knew had been there for a few months, but did it anyway. Or when she invested on trading shoes in stores, because clearly even though hers had sentimental value, toes falling out the bottom was a bad thing. That was investing, right?n Yes, totally.
Hmph, she could be smart and @#$% too.
"There's this place at the mall where people get foot massages. We could probably snag some pretty good pictures in there."
"Fifty-fifty?" Pausing, Elke rubbed her chin for a moment in thought. "No deal." She crossed her arms, and the twin on her left mimicked her perfectly. "Yeah, no deal!" The one on the right was busy mining for boogers until an elbow to the ribs brought her back to reality. "Oh, um... pie!"
With an eyeroll, Elke waved her hand around in front of her flippantly. "... Seventy-five, twenty five. Imma be the one doing all the leg work, after all, and have you seen some of the feet traipsing around this place?" Bunions, bunions everywhere!
With an over dramatic shudder, she darted out into the street after the giant bug man. She didn't want to be left behind, after all!
A taxi slammed on it's breaks, it's driver leaning out his window to shake a fist and scream at them as they moved past. Elke responded with a few choice words of her own, and a few good hand gestures, before they'd reached the other side.
"The guy ain't got no preference that I know of. Just likes feet of any kind, I guess. Got tons of pictures up all over his walls, he does." She nodded to herself, hands stuffed deep into the pockets of her worn in overalls as she strutted along behind Roach with her clones in tow. It was really great in retrospect that she'd bumped into him at the mall that one time... not only had he saved her the trouble of having to give an old woman a heart attack in order to escape, but he'd turned out to be a pretty cool dude.
..Still kinda creeped her out sometimes, considering she'd had a dream about him, but whatever. People had wacky dreams like that all the time, right? She'd probably just eaten something that didn't agree with her the day before the dream. S'good an answer as any, really.
"I am nothing..." Her voice was strained. The words were strangled and weak. She genuinely feared for her life.
"What is your name?"
"... I don't deserve a name...." Every time she answered wrong, he'd smack her. Pain was becoming associated with errors. She was uncertain about the things she'd been told to say-- to believe-- but she knew if she failed to say them right he'd hurt her again. She just wanted the pain to stop...
"What is your purpose?"
"I don't have a purpose..." Was it true? Did her existence mean nothing up until this point? She wasn't really inclined to fully believe him, but she also wasn't about to argue.
"Why are you here?"
"To earn a name and learn my purpose." He circled her in her chair, sending shivers of fear up her spine. Had she messed it up somehow? Had she doomed herself to another beating without realizing?
A tense moment passed, and he left her alone. Instead of the attack she had expected, he walked to the door and opened it. Elke sat and stared, dark eyes wide with uncertainty. What was he playing at now?
"Leave." Her Keeper ordered. The Native remained seated, gaze shifting from him to the door and back in nervous little flits. Was... was he serious?
"I said leave!"
... She refused. It was some sort of trick... it had to be some sort of trick! There was no way he'd just let her leave after all of the time he'd invested into her. She shook her head, and clamped onto the seat of her chair. The trainer remained by the door, silently watching her with an emotionless expression.
"Disobeying a direct order.. and here I thought you'd learned something." Slowly, casually, he closed the door again...
Elke was returned to her colorless, prison of a room thirty minutes later after her punishment had been given. Unconscious, but still very aware of what such an action might bring in the future, she never found out that if she would have stood and attempted to leave, her punishment would have been all the more severe. As it was she had gotten away with only a fractured forearm and a concussion, instead of a more serious set of injuries.
The next time her Keeper came for her, she hid under her bed. A clone was left sitting on the bed, staring absently into space seeing as there wasn't anything even remotely interesting for her to entertain herself with. When the door to her private prison opened and her trainer stepped in, Elke kept herself tucked away quietly next to the wall.
The clone tilted her head at the man and stood, following the orders she'd been given. It approached the trainer, but before she could even get one word out, he reached out and had his hands clasped firmly on both sides of her face. With a swift twist and a loud PapopPOP!... he broke her twins neck.
Cursing from under the bed gave away her position, or at least that's what she thought. Her trainer had eyes on her almost constantly, and had been onto her little ploy from the moment she split the clone off. He proceeded to reach under and grab her via the hair, before dragging her out from under the bed. Without a word, she was hauled to her feet and led from one room to another. Once she was released, the Native backed up into her usual corner and watched him silently. Was it going to be more physical labor today? An impossible number of repetitions, that he knew she was going to fail at, and then the familiar beating?
"You are going to make another clone." He informed her, standing in his usual spot. When she didn't move, he shifted his wait and raised his voice. "Now!
Elke hopped to it, unwilling to incur his wrath more than she absolutely had to. Within a few moments she had another twin standing beside her, both equally mistrustful of the man. "Now," he started, and fiddled with something at his side. "You are going to kill it."
A knife clattered to the floor between the two teens, both clone and original stared at it, before glancing at each other. "...before it kills you."
Twin expressions of fright flitted across the two young girls faces. Elke glanced back at the man, then at her clone. She knew it wouldn't attack her... they never went against what she said.
"You both have five minutes. If one of you isn't dead within that time frame, I will kill the both of you myself."
The fright shifted into horror, and Elke dove for the knife. The clone followed directly after and a short scuffle broke out. Elke kicked and clawed, keeping her grip on the weapon as she struggled... but her clone was an equal match in strength and determination. Seconds ticked by, each one heavy on the Natives thoughts, before she finally managed to land an elbow into the clones throat. The knife slipped free from the others grasp, and she skittered back as fast as she could.
The trainer watched, dark eyes flicking from one to the other, but the girl hesitated. She glanced from the clone to him, chest heaving with every panicked breath. "Two minutes." He barked, upping the tension in the room tenfold.
The Native felt a lot safer with a knife in her hands-- probably a very stupid thing to rely on when she was out weighted by the only truly dangerous thing in the room; the man. The clock was ticking, though, and she fully believed that if she didn't do as he said, he'd murder her in an instant. Fighting back tears born of fear and anger, she turned her eyes on the clone. She hadn't been trying to be valiant, or heroic by refusing to kill the clone; she didn't really consider them human, anyway. She simply didn't like the idea of metaphorically stabbing herself to death, or the pain that came with it... or the fact that she had to follow an order.
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"One minute, thirty seconds."
The trainer flicked out his favorite weapon; the baton that he never seemed to part with, and Elke knew she was in some serious sh*t if she didn't act now. The clone screamed as Elke darted toward her, and turned to run. The native pounced sloppily...
.... then it was all over.
A pool of vermilion gathered under the body, while Elke staggered away. Pain throbbed through her chest where the knife had pricked the clone. It stole her breath away, and left her shaking until the sensation subsided.
"Good. Now, do it again." Her keeper barked, earning her full, undivided attention.
"...wha-- no! Hell no! You sick sonofa--" He crossed the room in the blink of an eye; one moment far away, the next he was directly in front of her. She felt her jaw pop from the force of a punch, as well as the bridge of her nose, before she landed directly on her backside. Blood coursed like a river from her nostrils... He'd expertly broken her nose. Without missing a beat, he had her hair clenched in a fist, and had pried the knife from her hands. Elke let out a strangled gasp as the man sliced cleanly through her length of hair, severing it just above her shoulders. Clumps of black rained down on he and he stepped back, knife in hand.
"Again. Now."
She shifted, drawing out the third twin, and cried silently as he tossed the knife between them again.
Uuup.. down, fourteen.... Jesus, this was harder than the people on TV made it look....
Uuuup... down, fiiiifteen.... Those exercise commercial salesmen were so totally on steroids.
Uuuuuup... down, siiiixteeen....
Elke was having crazy flashes of Deja vu, concerning how she was being treated in her new home. The only thing different was that she wasn't being pitted up against a bunch of other people in fights to the death, and a giant cockroach wasn't threatening to eat her every five seconds.
Also, this wasn't a dream.
THWACK!
"If you stop again, I'll add on one hundred more."
The deep, booming voice of the man she'd deemed as her "keeper" caused her to cringe as she pushed herself back up. "One hundr--?! I can't even do twenty push up--"
THWACK!
"No talking back, maggot!"
She cringed again as his nightstick slapped into the back of her knee, effectively ruining the push-up she was in the middle of. How did he expect her to do anything when he kept interrupting her every five seconds?! No, you're doing that wrong! No, you can't say that! No, you cannot make a call home!
"Cattle don't speak..." She muttered under her breath, quoting the Roach-man from her dream.
"What was that?" A booted foot landed solidly on her ribs, earning a yelp from her as it knocked her over onto her side. "What did you say?"
The Native stared at him for a moment, before letting off a string of obscenities colorful enough that any weathered sailor would be proud. Her keeper remained silent, tall and imposing, with his hands clasped in a military fashion behind his back. His expression was blank, as it had been the moment she'd met him. ...Honestly, it kind of freaked her out. It was impossible to gauge his reactions when the expression never shifted-- not even when he kicked her, or yelled at her.
It also made it impossible to know when she was going to get the ever-loving tar kicked out of her, as she was so focused on his face that she didn't see his foot move. The strikes came hard and quick, and a moment after the rain of blows started, it ended just as suddenly. Her Keeper turned his back, marched a few paces away, then turned back. His expression passive; emotionless.
"Start over. Two-hundred push ups. If you falter, which you will, you will be beaten again. Then you will start all over again. Understood?"
Elke stared at him in disbelief, horror written all over her features. Her bottom lip was bleeding, fist size spots all over her body hurt from where he'd kicked her... but she was supposed to start over again? She noticed the man tense and cringed, quickly scurrying into proper push up position.
One eye cracked open, shortly followed by the other. A colorless ceiling greeted her, and the Native blinked. That... that was not the ceiling of her room. Nor did it look like the ceiling in a hospital, or Susan's office. Where was she?
Crap... must be at a new 'home', or something.
Turning her head slightly, first toward a gray wall that matched the ceiling, then towards an open, empty room. All thoughts that she'd been taken to a new family's house vanished in an instant. There was only one thing that the room reminded her of, and the very thought had her little heart beating like crazy in a flat second.
She was in @#$%ing PRISON!?
With a groan, she sat up and slung her feet over the edge of the bed. The room she was in lacked substance. It was barren of everything save her bed, a door, and a mirror. As she eyes darted this way and that, she couldn't find a single way to escape, except through said door. She was so screeewed.
Hopping to her feet, she headed for the door first. It was locked. Then, she went and inspected the mirror. They probably put it in there so she could see how miserable she looked on a daily basis. After making a few ugly faces at herself, the reality of the situation finally sank in...
They had locked her up, for god knew what reason, for an unknown amount of time. Maybe this was because she'd decorated a school wall with her 'art'?... or, as an alternative, was it because she had a habit from running away from foster homes? Maybe Susan had finally snapped and this was her solution to the problem.
Elke really didn't like any of those choices.
She could feel frustrated, frightened tears building up, and hurried back to the door. "Hey! Hey out there! Someone open the door!" Pounding on it with a fist, she hollered as loud as she could. "Heeeeey! I'm not an animal! Lemme out of here!"
One fist became two fists, and she kept pounding as hard as she could. "I wanna go home! Susan!? This isn't funny! ....Hello?? ANYONE!?"
Eventually, she didn't have the strength to keep up her assault on the door. The Native turned her back to it, sliding down until her rump was parked on the floor, and wept into her arms. "...I just wanna go home..."
Unbeknown to her, from the other side the the "mirror" a shadowed figure watched. He was so far unimpressed with his assignment; it was plain to see that he had a lot of work to do in order to meet the standards given to him by his superiors. Somehow, he was going to have to turn a sniveling brat of a child into a solider, and he didn't have much time to do it. With a quiet sigh, he left the girl to herself, and marched off to get a plan set up.
Quinton started to panic. Someone had just seen his power in action! The jig was up! Without thinking, he got quickly to his feet and approached the man in the Blackbird costume. All it would take is just... one... touch.. to each of the people involved. Then.. then all of his problems would go away.
Quick as lightning the book in his hand shot out, slapping against the man's chest. Then Pop!, just like that Blackbird vanished.
***
Seriously... where the hell was she? It looked kinda like the pages of the book her clone had been reading, but... that was impossible, right?
Elke's expression shifted from wonder, to horror, then fell into an ugly scowl. Great! She was dealing with a freakin' wizard! As the thirteen year old glanced around her surroundings some more, she could hear sounds from further down the Alley. At the very end, if she squinted juuust right, she could also see the blurry forms of people.
Grumbling about her current situation, she started to head that way. As much as she like comic books, she didn't actually want to BE a character. She was just way too awesome for ink and paper to contain! Upon nearing the entrance to the alley, the thirteen-year old noticed that a lot of people were gathered. All along the sidewalks for miles and miles, crowds had formed. There was cheering, laughter, and people blowing colorful horns. Confetti seemed to rain down from above, with seemingly no point of origin, and there were elaborate floats driving past.
...Great. It was a parade. Elke paused a few feet from the opening, hesitant to step out among the others. They were all just characters, or something... right? Or.. were they real now that she was among them? She pondered whether to sling a marble at one to see if it would bleed, but stopped herself short. Did she really want a bunch of drawings mad at her? ...What if they erased her?! She didn't want to die young and in a stupid cartoon!
From behind, a sudden noise made her jump. Half turning, she had her slingshot out and ready. "Who's there? Don't make me use this!"
***
He had done it! One of his problems was gone, which only left one oth--
The clone had clambered over the counter quicker than Quinton could react, leaped, latched onto the book in his hands, and effectively ripped it from his grip! Before he could so much as squeal in outrage, she shouldered into the crowd of comic book lovers and headed for the door.
Fresh air hit her face like a slap, but she didn't stop running until she'd turned a corner and found a secure place to hide. Whatever that guy had done, he'd poofed her boss! Without Elke, the clone didn't know what to do! Stealing his book had seemed a fitting enough act of revenge at the time.. but... now what?
.....
"... I wish I had a five dollars, so I could buy a snack from myself." She grumbled sullenly, while settling down behind a dumpster and flipping open the book in her hands.
