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?
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Adrenaline was pumping. At this point, it was almost guaranteed that someone was gonna get in a tussle, and honestly, she'd be a little disappointed if she wasn't involved somehow. Screw what she was wearing, that wasn't going to stop her from trying to get a few good punches in! It had been waaaay too long since her dad and her had last gone at it.
Her chosen words seemed to work as intended. Fire ignited in her dad's eyes and he focused all that rage solely on Xaiver, which was a little disappointing when Xavier didn't seem up for a fight like she was... But, then her dad backed down.
Elke full-on pouted like a child at his back and crossed her arms. Damnit. Just when things had been getting good!
She didn't have much ground to argue about leaving... unless she wanted to spend a few nights in a jail cell when someone else noticed she was off school property. Her dad stomped out and she was left in the room with Xavier.
"Eh, you get used to it." She didn't seem too ruffled about it after he had left. Maybe a bit disappointed, actually. Xavier still had her clothes, so she stripped and tossed his shirt back at him. SHe didn't bother putting on everything and just stuffed any extras back into her bag.
"I'd be careful though and watch your back. He can hold a grudge for quite a while."
After wiggling her shoes on and slipping on her backpack and quiver, she turned to go.
And then paused.
Oh, right. She'd said he was her boyfriend now, hadn't she?
"Don't forget that we're dating now, so if you fuck around I'll destroy you." Not that she necessarily thought that he would, he was basically still a boy scout after all, but the warning still needed to be put out there in the air. Necessary precaution and all that.
She paused a moment longer, as if considering what to do, and then marched across the room to grab him by the shirt and drag him into another kiss.
... and then she turned and left without so much as a goodbye. Her dad had only given her 30 seconds, after all.
The echoes of the two of them loudly bitching at each other carried up from the street below as they headed out.
Dad layed into her, which wasn't abnormal by any stretch. He yelled about her missing dinner, about not texting him... yeah, things she did feel a bit bad about. He had to worry about her more than your average teenager, after all.
But, then he started creeping over lines that weren't to be crossed, and soon her face was just as red as his, and she had squared up to her full height to match him.
"Excuse me?! Her voice rose to match his level. There was about to be a screaming match the likes this block hadn't ever seen. "I am 8 @#$&in teen! You might have some control over where I go right now, but you have NO BUISSNESS trying to tell me who I can or can't see!"
Was he trying to piss her off explicitly?? The teen stepped up so she could be nose to nose with her father and look him in the eyes. Who did he think he was trying to tell her who she could be around or sleep with?!
"I've got news for you, pops, I'm not gonna stop seeing him, because you have no control over that. He's my boyfriend, so you are just going to have to suck it up and get over yourself!"
Did she look smug and happy with herself right then, possibly at the expense of both other people in the room with her?
If it was something she could use to knock her dad down off of his high horse, then yes. She was as smug as could be in that moment.
Dust and chunks of glass settled and Elke stood there for a beat with her fists up waiting to pummel some new foe, when she realized it wasn't some dumb villain.
... it was worse.
It was her dad.
The fact that she was wearing only a large superhero-themed t-shirt and the newly created breeze was brushing against her legs was.. painfully hard to ignore all of the sudden. She literally tensed even more than she had the day previous while grappling with hardened criminals.
"...Dad..."
It didn't even register at first that Xavier was still there and more naked than she was until she happened to glance at him and saw him standing stiff as a board holding his spatula still.
Ah, @#$%.
"You coulda used the door, you know." Not that she cared about the window a whole lot. Wasn't her room, wasn't her problem.
"...uh.... Want some breakfast??" Was there broken glass in the food now? Maybe. It probably didn't matter since it was on the floor now anyway.
She was still just a bit too out of it to really do much on her own. Willingly, for once, she allowed her dad to haul her butt out of there.
She wasn't sure what short stuff in there was going to do, but her dad apparently trusted her enough to do her own thing.
Once her feet hit the pavement outside a safe distance away she shrugged her dad's jacket on the rest of the way and tried to stretch some of the pain out of her sore body. Jesus... suddenly growing like that really @#$%ing hurt a lot. She was used to pain of varying sorts, but @#$%! She'd only barely managed not to full-on cry from it.
The building came down swiftly and she tried to block the dust from her eyes with a sleeve. IT didn't appear that the blonde girl had come out after them...
"...Whelp, she's dead. Can we go home now?" She really needed to change clothes.
Just as Juniper and her clones suddenly appeared, that idea flew right out the door. The idiot had stayed behind to try and save the dupes!
Elke started laughing, loudly and doubled over to clutch her stomach. "Oh god! That's too much!"
The clones were trying and failing at clinging to the girl. Hug attempts were made as well, and also failed. The blonde looked equal parts pissed and confused.
"They're only clones, bro. Temporary. Calm your tits."
Juniper's whole face wrinkled as she frowned and squinted at Elke.
"@#$%ing terminally ill people are temporary too, but that doesn't make them any less valid!"
You know, on one hand she was pissed because a lot of adults had lied to her face about what doing the do was like, and it was really just @#$%ed, right? On the other, apparently they had lied in the sense of really, really toning things down a lot, so... pleasant surprise, right?
Unfortunately, she got a little distracted by the, erm *cough* newfound past time she decided she liked and the rest of the day just kinda bled away into one big mess. Before she knew it, it was the next morning and she was a little dehydrated, sore, and sliiightly worried. Ever so slightly.
Her dad was probably royally pissed. Super peeved. All of the other synonyms for angry, probably. She'd vanished on him and not come home for dinner, and then forgotten to text even.
...Ah, well! It'd be fiiiiine! It wasn't like he knew where she was.
Elke was working through a relatively simple morning stretch routine in a borrowed t-shirt, while actively trying to avoid the stupid fluffy vermin that Xavier had allowed to live in his space. The dumb cat just kept showing back up after she shooed it away, purring like crazy and trying to rub up against her everywhere it could.
Orange ball of fluffy trash. Ugh.
She stretched her arms above her head and her back popped in six places and instantly felt better. She turned back to the kitchen and stooped to get her phone from her bag, pausing for a moment to loudly laugh at all of the hickeys she'd left practically all over his neck and shoulders.
Then she looked at her phone.
91 missed calls.
....Oh sh*t. She was in DEEP!
Her phone chirped loudly in her hand and a notification popped up suddenly.
Was it amusing that he was so red the whole time? Yes.. yes it was. She couldn't figure out if it was due to being Nekkid in public, or because she'd kissed him.
Then again, she'd gotten him to blush a handful of times before he was naked, hadn't she? Heh!
He rushed off the bus and she did indeed follow, tucking her phone away and keeping up with his stride.
"Sure, they always say that. All @#$%holes are the same around here. Bet your elevator's broken too, innit?"
It was. She grinned at him smugly.
The trip up the stairs was probably even more awkward than everything that came before. He didn't wanna go in front, she didn't wanna go in front since she had no idea where his apartment was. So. Cue awkward side by side step climbing. "Jesus, I'm not going to stare at your taint or anything, calm the @#$& down."
It was slightly endearing how goddamn tense he was though. Poor boy scout didn't know what to do with himself!
He let them in and she stood just inside the door for a bit to silently appraise his place. It wasn't as much of a dump as the rest of the building, so that was nice. She hated unclean environments. Hadn't always cared for much, but couldn't stand them now. She took stock of the workout gear and its placement and have him brownie points for it.
"Oh god, you're a huge nerd." Was that a @#$%ing Becca action figure? Ew! Gross.
She refocused on him as he tried to escape to find clothes and slowly blinked at his stolen waistcloth.
"Sure, I guess." She shrugged off her coat and backpack and just kinda tossed them at the foot of his kitchen counter. The quiver was unclipped too and gently set down, and she kicked her shoes off last. Might have seemed like she was just being polite for a moment there until her top came off with it and she dropped that on the floor also.
"Sounds pretty @#$&in boring though." Maybe a teeny, tiny bit awkwardly she crossed his space and invaded his bubble again, locking eyes for a moment before she went in for a second kiss. He hadn't stopped the first one, right?
She went and retrieved her wire from big bossman's neck, tucked it and her slingshot away in her bag and went around collecting her arrows back up. A good twist and a yank and they were hers again. Stuffed back in her quiver to be disposed of later.
She slipped her coat back on over it all, backpack back on last, and turned back to Xavier as he finished and spoke up. "Yeah, sure. Sounds good."
She waved her clones over. One of them still couldn't look in Xavier's direction even through her riot helmet, and the other was giving him two thumbs up and a huge grin. That clone was promptly smacked silly until they were both silent and compliant.
"Back to the school. Clean up and hide. Not a word to my dad yet, you hear me?"
There was a chorus of 'Yes Ma'am!'s and then the two twins scrambled off. She waited for just a bit to make sure they didn't come scrambling back with more questions, and then turned and jerked her chin at X.
"Let's get going."
Man, the bus ride the few blocks over was even more awkward than the bus ride to the warehouse had been. Xavier was naked for one, save for a coat tied around his waist, and Elke had reclined herself back in a seat again, but it was in a different row than him. The bus was a bit crowded. Thus, she was sitting in the seat in front of his. A dude sat in the seat beside her, passed out and snoring quietly. She was busy scrolling through various social media platforms on the silent ride, ignoring most of the looks everyone else was giving them. Really, it was best if she did. One wrong sideways glance and she'd cause a scene and get them kicked off.
Once they were actually at his place, she let the silence drop.
Fire he did. Two clones tackled him bodily from behind, even with one clone sporting a broken arm and rib. Elke hardly flinched as Xavier hopped into action and rather than stare at his presumably taunt tush while he and her twins kicked the crap out of a crooked cop, she pulled her backpack off and started rifling through it for the things she needed to wrap up their job with a nice little bow.
At some point, she interrupted the punchfest and shooed her clones away. Zipties secured the cop nicely so that even if he woke up, he wouldn't be going anywhere before the actual cops arrived. She then proceeded to dress him up like a Christmas present with festive ductape and pages upon pages of the various evidence of his guilt she had compiled. Black and white printed photographs of him from afar with some of the very people in the room, documents she had discovered in the pawnshop that either mentioned him or were signed off by him. A few cases that were open to the public that she had pulled up where he had been involved and where evidence had mysteriously vanished.
She finished it all off with a little sticky note with the directions to an anonymous page where all of the printed information could be found, in color even! She didn't have time to decorate his face with a pink sharpie like she wanted to, but ehhh, it was still a massively successful job!
Dusting her hands, she stood back up and shouldered her bag again. She was pleased. Heck, more than pleased. She was @#$%ing GLEEFUL at how this had gone down.
Happiness was infectious, too. So, being in a mood to share, she turned to her partner in crime-fighting. Elke grabbed him by the hair, went up on her tiptoes, and pressed a deep, greedy, elated kiss right smack onto his mouth.
"OOOOOHHHHH! Her clones lost it. Arms (cept for the one) flew up into the air and they pointed at her as they hollered at the top of their lungs. "YOOOOOOOOO!"
Elke dropped back down and released him, licking her lips as she turned without a care in the world and tossed a baggie of more zip ties at him.
Embarrassingly, she may have, uh... blacked out for a bit there.
There were these pesky little words nagging at her that she needed to hold it tightly for such n' such amount of time just to be sure that he was dead until someone shook her and she remembered that, oh, yeah, she wasn't supposed to be killing anyone right now... was she?
The Native blinked and the tension on the cords dropped. He was definitely unconscious, so, uh... she won!
Everyone just ignore the blood rage now, kthnx.
She turned her head slightly and blinked again, because, oh yeah, he was totally naked still. His clothes had really shredded then? That was going to be a pretty embarrassing walk home.
"PUT YOUR HANDS UP!"
Her head whipped around toward the hole in the wall Xavier had made, where a lone cop was standing with his gun drawn and pointed at them.
"GET ON THE GROUND!"
She made no move to comply at first but glanced at X, and then over to her two clones. They had recouped at some point, but the cop hadn't noticed them yet.
Then, very slowly, she started putting her hands up like she was really going to follow his directions.
Dude looked super uncomfortable and jumpy being surrounded by unconscious bodies literally all over the place, and just two teenagers still standing in the room. He was out of shape and already sweating rivers, without having even done anything yet.
The guy squinted at Elke specifically as he recognized her, and then it dawned on him.
"...It's you again! Y-You have no clue what you've done, girl..."
She smiled maliciously at him as he radioed in for backup. He was exactly the man she had wanted to run into on this mission.
Why was it surprising that he hadn't taken care of his group of guys yet? Like, for real, what the hell was taking him so long? She lifted her hands up in a silent question at him, regardless if he could see her do it or not.
"Oh no... hotties gonna die, huh?" The clone received a swiftly stomped on foot and an exasperated sigh from Elke. Dealing with idiots was hard, sometimes.
Huh... he looked like he was bracing for something. What though? She tensed automatically when she saw him sense, got that feeling in the pit of her stomach that being around powerful unknowns often brought, and hauled ass into the space behind Mr. Goop as silently as she could.
Good thing, too, because her unaware clone got hit by whatever concussive force Xavier has just farted out, and was flung across the room with the rest of the dudes. Mr. Goop stood up fairly well against the force, which was... frightening. Didn't even seem to-
HOLYSH@#! Xavier was butt ass naked!
She let loose an honest to goodness spit-take, followed by a muffled cackle that was quickly squashed. Dude has just exploded his own clothes off! Who did that?!
Her clone had seen and was turned around fully to face the opposite direction, muttering to herself about nudity with her hands over the visor of the helmet to try and block it out.
Well, when she wasn't sneaking peeks, that was.
Not only that, but apparently getting shanked in the kidney hadn't taught him not to turn his back on the enemy after all. Xavier, in all of his naked glory, was actually checking on the people who had just been trying to kill him.
... dumb!@#.
At least his dumb!@#ery made for a suitable distraction, though. Mr. Goop slunk up on him and had him in a grip before he realized he was caught. Elke used that moment of distraction to swoop in and put her plan into action. Somewhere under all that gross goo was a guy... she hoped. Seeing as how it had oozed out and onto him and he hadn't just turned into it, she was hoping her makeshift garote would sink through the thick of it and snag around his actual neck. Then, it was just a matter of holding on until he lost the struggle.
Using the wall as leverage to get herself up to the height of his neck, she mentally prepared herself for what she was about to do, as she did it. Her thighs landed smack onto the squish of his shoulders and she locked ankles. The wire swept around his head and tightened around his neck as she put all of her strength into pulling on each end in opposite directions.
He didn't seem too concerned until he seemed to realize what she was doing, and reached his free hand up to make a grab for her. Meanwhile, the goop from his body was slowly spreading up her legs as it drew her in. It was also spreading out onto Xavier at the same time.
She just had to hunker down and wait...
Wait for it...
Pull a bit tighter, c'mon! Tighter!
The wire pulled taut against something solid, finally. A definite difference in resistance to everything else, which felt like thick clay. Once she knew it was hooked on his actual body, she put all of the force from her arms and back into tightening it.
His reaction swiftly went from calm and calculating, to frenzied and violent as she cut off the blood flow to his head.
Contrary to how she usually portrayed herself, Elke was open to the suggestion. This was business, and you had to conduct yourself in a different manner than normal. She lifted a brow at his suggestion but followed along with it regardless. It didn't matter much where they made an entrance, really, and his idea could certainly add quite a bit more to the whole 'catch them by surprise thing.
Her clone whistled lowly as the tall blonde sent a whole ass desk crashing through the wall, and Elke elbowed her sharply to shut her up. Yeah, it was, uh... certainly a show of power there. Whatever his power was, it certainly hadn't stopped catching her by surprise yet.
He hightailed it to the other end of the hall as she positioned herself at the newly made hole. She winked at him as a reward as they passed each other, too. It had been a good idea!
She prepped herself and waved her clone into a crouched position. As soon she heard X make his second attack and knock over a handful of guys like bowling pins, she poked stealthily around the corner to pick off a few. One down with an arrow to the thigh, another down a second later with one stuck expertly through the shoulder. She ducked back out of the way as gunfire aimed her wait, waited for a moment, and then snuck another shot out when she heard a few clips empty. Between them, they downed about 9 in record time and were left with some heading X's way, and some heading hers. Close quarters fighting wasn't the best for sling bows, so she tucked it away and got ready.
5 had headed her way, and 6 had split off to head for Xavier. Between her and her twin, it didn't take them long to down their five foes. Elke dropped the last guy from the chokehold she had gotten him in, stepped over the small pile of unconscious bodies and re-entered the room.
The only one who hadn't moved a muscle so far was the boss. The father of the two they had faced before. He was still sitting and chewing on the end of his cigar, teeth grit and thick brows furrowed. His leg flexed and the foot on her second clone pressed down harder. She felt the break in a few bones exactly at the same time her twin screamed in pain. A rib bone snapped, and one arm was broken.
Thick, dark goo started oozing out from every orifice on the man, converging over his body quickly. It seemed to form a thicker, second-skin over him. Elke took a potshot at him with an arrow and, like she assumed, the whole bolt hit and then sank slowly into the outer goo. Yuuup. No wonder he hadn't reacted at all to her sniping his subordinates.
He stepped over the crippled clone, flicking his cigar to the side. He seemed less concerned with her, and more focused on boy wonder... which she could totally use to her benefit.
"First... you put my son and daughter in jail..." Even his voice was thick and goopy from behind the barrier he wore. "Then, you come here to try and ruin my organization?"
He had no clue who Elke was other than she looked exactly like the rest of the idiot girls that had wandered in over the last few days. In his mind, she was some buzzing little fly to worry about later, if she didn't run first when he put her friend six feet underground.
Elke tried to catch Xavier's eye as she tucked her slingshot away and fiddled around in her backpack for a moment since goop face wasn't paying her any attention. She withdrew a length of wire commonly used to cut clay or large cheeses. In her case, it worked really @#$%in great for choking a @#$%& into submission, when she needed it too.
Xavier, true to form, hopped right into the thick of it. She watched with a barely contained eye-roll as he tried to negotiate with them for a moment, and then hustled into cover behind the weird field he made. She didn't need to bother with those 4 then. Once they were down Elke carried on, waving her clone along, who had stopped to pick up a helmet for herself and a rifle that she could use as a makeshift bat if needed.
Halfway down the hall, she let out another whistle, which was immediately answered.
She paused instantly, stopping dead in the middle of the hallway and hushed her clone.
... the place was eerily silent all of a sudden, wasn't it?
She eyeballed the end of the hallway and the large doors the whistle seemed to have come through. The pain she was in from whatever was being inflicted on her clone was growing slightly in intensity, but still nothing she couldn't shrug off.
"...Boss fight ahead. An ambush attempt, I think." She flipped up the little whisker biscuit that was zip-tied into the middle of the Y on her slingshot and reached back to grab a few of the modified arrows in her quiver. They'd do much better at crippling limbs and dropping a gun-wielding opponent. The native let out another, shorter bird whistle. A moment longer than the last one passed before the captured clone replied, with a different sounding whistle than before.
The other clone at her side gasped softly and readied her improvised bat. "Not safe."
She looked over to Xavier, "You go first and keep the gunfire off of us. I'll hang back and snipe."
She paused and sneered at him after a moment. "..Nonlethal."
Inside that large room, past two heavy metal double doors was a small army of heavily armed goons waiting and aiming at the doors. About 20 of them all lined up, with a giant of a man in a nice suit sitting at the back on a wooden crate smoking a cigar. The clone was trapped under one of his giant shoes, slowly being crushed as time ticked on.
There was another figure just inside the doorway as she rushed in. She didn't have the time or space for her slingshot, so she whistled to her twin and both of them tackled the figure to the ground. It didn't take more than a few well-placed hits to leave them lying there, unconscious, and the sisters were back up and running. They entered the large, open main room about the same time Xavier entered from above, and after spying him up there taking care of the three people on the walkway, she turned her attention to the few on ground level with her. There were two more on the opposite side of the room as well, on a different walkway above her head.
"Maneuver 4!" Her twin shouted back an affirmative and ran for the two people ahead of her. Elke Focused on the opposite walkway. She selected a few smaller sized ball bearings, aimed, and took the first one down. Guy had had a gun, which clattered onto the cement below as he toppled over sideways where he had been standing.
She took aim at the last one up there, who was seemingly having a hard time figuring out who to point his gun and fire at. Which one was the most dangerous?!
Elke pegged him in the side of the skull from where she stood. His head rocked to the side and he stumbled, pulling the trigger on reflex and firing randomly off into the room. She caught him in the back of the head with a second shot and down he went.
Her clone was in the midst of a fast-paced dance with the two others. Ducking, dodging, and laying a few solid hits here and there as she kept them occupied. A woman had gotten a good right hook in, when Elke sprinted out of her blindspot, secured her arms around the woman's waist and bodily threw her backward in a damn perfect suplex. Her brothers had thought it was all fun and games performing the move on her when she had been little until she grew up and started using it back on them in friendly fights. Anyway, the @#$%& stayed down after that.
"FIVE!" Her flexibility aided her in springing back up and moving in to quickly take down the last one her clone was still fighting. The two of them combined had the guy on the ground in seconds flat, and after a few solid punches from both girls he was out like a light as well.
"SIX~"
The sounds of shouting and approaching feet got louder, coming from the side of the building where there was a hallway and what appeared to be a few rooms. Elke cupped a hand around her mouth and whistled loudly. A feet seconds later a slight distance whistle responded back... from down that hallway.
Four burly men came charging out of the back with bid ass guns drawn, in protective police quality armor and helmets.
"Look, they melt like @#$&ing ice cream after 24 hours, so what's the point of trying to get attached. I make more, they melt later too. Everything becomes goo. We all play our roles, the job gets gone, they get ice cream as a reward."
Both twins immediately perked up at the mention of ice cream, shared a glance, and threw silent celebrations where they thought she couldn't see him.
"They function in a limited capacity, so that's why you see different things with them. They're mentally still 12. They remember everything I remember up until the point I created them, so yes, they are going to remember you. You're kinda hard to forget after I stabbed you."
Elke turned and focused on getting her sister's attention, filling them in on the plan in the simplest of manners, and then getting one of them to choose which one was going to act as bait. They played Rock, Paper, Scissors to decide and the clone that lost was obviously upset, even if she managed to keep it together and not cry too much.
"If She dies can I have her ice cream too?"
"What!? How dare you! I don't wanna die and miss out on ice cream!
The native felt the usual muscle in her forehead twitch at their antics. "No, you don't. No, you ain't gonna die. @#$&ing focus, girls." And stop embarrassing her in front of the closest she currently had to a sworn enemy. Jesus Christ!
Once a solid plan was formed and they understood it well enough, she led them all to the last stakeout place she had used and crouched in position. Her ammo was ready, the clone at her side was ready, and she figured Xavier was probably ready too.
Her depressed chosen twin wandered on down the alley like she had been told, hands shoved in her pockets and bottom lip out so far a bird could land on it if it wanted too. She got to the rickety-looking door toward the center of the alley, paused, sighed as loudly as she could just to make sure everyone knew how she felt, crossed herself a few times (even though she didn't believe in that nonsense) and sucked in a deep, calming breath.
.... and then she reeled a leg back and kicked the door in, before taking off inside with a manic giggle.
An eruption of shouts popped up from within, mixed with the clone loudly screaming TAG and YOUR IT and more shrill giggling. Quite a few voices filled the air distantly with colorful curses, and then it started to quiet down.
Elke held a hand up, gaze focused on the ground as a creeping sense of pain started crawling up her arms. They had gotten her... were busy doing something that hurt mildly. Not distracted enough to not notice the rest of them yet, though.
She waiting until the cursing died down a bit and the pain spiked dramatically on the left side, as well as across her right cheek, and dropped her hand.
"Go!"
She bolted out of cover and down into the alley below with practiced ease, landing and rolling, and was back up on her feet again swiftly. Her clone followed after a slight bit more clumsily. She didn't bother keeping tabs on X.
A figure popped out from the open doorway, presumably to try and close it again, and she already had a bead on him with her slingshot and a goodsized ballbearing. It didn't take much to gauge the distance and force she would need; she drew the band back and popped the guy neatly in the forehead with the metal ball. He dropped like a brick. Instantly out.
"One.
She led the rush inside with a grin on her face that could hardly contain her excitement.
"Don't be. I'm used to it, and they are tools. Don't get emotionally attached when they are going to melt at the end of the day."
She checked her phone again to see how close they were to their stop. She glanced at him again and snorted at first. "...Says the guy with a hefty amount of privilege to back him up. Not everyone can make themselves @#$%ing bulletproof."
And then she paused, thinking over what he'd said again, and deciding that she was going to be pissed about it for a bit. What the hell did he mean by he thought she was stronger than that? Like deciding to take someone's life wasn't a hard @#$%ing decision?! Was.. was that another weird goddamn challenge??
Elke squinted at him, slightly red in the face from stewing on her own anger while she picked through what she wanted to say.
"And I didn't say that I was planning on running in gungho and offing everyone. You inquired about my arrows, I answered. Not every arrow has to be a kill shot, stupid." Did he think she was so incompetent she couldn't take someone down without an easy kill??
"I am fully @#$%ing capable of handling things without resorting to instant death all the time, you little @#$%." She removed her legs from his thighs because he didn't deserve her using him as a cushion anymore.
"I better not hear you whine about me crippling some of this @#$%*&@#$% for life, or so help I will start up a tussle on this @#$%in bus."
By the time they made it to their stop, she'd split off two clones and handed off two much less pretty slingshots to them from her bag, as well as a handful of various sizes of ammunition to use. She kept her arrows to herself and tied her jacket securely around her waist and flipped her braids over her shoulders.
"I'm gonna send one of the clones in first. Let their guard drop when they think it's just another of the same idiot teenagers wandering around, and then we rush in while they are distracted."
.... @#$%er. She was gonna down so many of those goons just to prove his smug face wrong.
