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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She hardly batted an eye at his question about the clones. She was used to seeing them die for various reasons, and sure, it bothered her a bit more while she was older than it had when she was a little kid... but they were still just products of her power. She wasn't going to sugar coat their fates just because he seemed to view them as something other than duplicates.
"Dead. Whether from the torture or from the 24-hour time limit. Dead all the same. I felt it all."
She waved off his concerns with one hand as like they were errant flies in the air. "So what, wait it out and let more people die? If they're willing to murder teenage girls for wandering into the wrong place, they're sure as @#$% willing to take other people out for other reasons too. Or do you wanna go run off and tell an adult, and by the time they round up a group to investigate the whole operation is gone on the wind?"
She snorted at him and stuck her other leg out so that they were both draped over his lap and crossed at the ankles. "I don't know if we're going in blind, but we're sure as hell going to catch them off guard." A nasty little grin settled on her lips.
She noticed the glance at her choice of weapon and for a moment thought he was going to comment on it for a different reason. Instead, he tossed out some sissy notion about everyone coming out of this alive. Her dark brows pinched slightly as she lifted one at him.
"First off, I never said I was going into this with the intention of mowing everyone down like the Judge used to do." Good ole dad in his glory days. She missed that big ass hammer sometimes and being able to quote 'hammer time' at him relentlessly.
"Someone needs to live in order to talk, obviously. Other than than, if someone comes at me with the intention to @#$%ing kill me, you better bet your ass I'm going into a fight with the intention of killing them right back. Whether they live or die is all up to luck, but if you half-ass a fight because you don't wanna hurt people too bad you're doing it @#$&in' wrong."
Elke crossed her arms and looked down her nose at him as she leaned her head back. "Second... are you saying the people that murdered my sisters don't deserve to die...? You can still get off this bus you know. I didn't ask you if you wanted to come because I needed to rely on your power." Actually, she'd asked him to come because she could use a second person as a credible excuse for using deadly force if needed, seeing as she could claim she was worried for both his safety and her own.
... He didn't need to know that though.
"You can do things however you want, but I'm not going to hold back against murderers."
Elke blinked at him and made no comment. Eh, he had a point there, she supposed. It was easier to label things so that people who which way to run from a tsunami, or not to $h*t in bathroom sinks. Still, did the signs have to be so... obnoxious?
"Went back to that pawnshop from before and found a bunch of paperwork that had been left behind that the cops hadn't noticed. I sent dupes out to snoop around and when a few of them didn't come back from this place I figured I had a pretty solid lead." There had been faint, lingering pain too. Not the kinda clone would have felt if she'd tripped down a flight of stairs, or run in front of a car. Slow, deliberate pain.
"Snooped around a bit myself, pulled a few all-night stakeouts, saw enough to warrant wanting to bust the place up a bit before it gets any bigger."
She tucked her phone away and let her head lean against the rail behind her, quietly mulling over his question for a moment.
"Didn't you think it was weird that an operation that big was being run smack in the middle of a pawnshop and not a soul noticed?" She frowned slightly and made damn sure to make eye contact. This was important. "... They've got a cop on their side. I'm guessing a cousin, or some other sorta distant relative. Never directly involved in touching or transporting, but showed up a few times brazenly in uniform. I'll bet a desk jockey with a gun, who's capable of shifting paperwork around to suit their needs."
She didn't bother to hide the bitterness that colored her words, nor the sour look on her face.
"This city is soaked in @#$% like that. Everybody's got a guy on the inside, somewhere. Pick a few up and toss them in jail and they'll be out a few days later. Evidence mysteriously vanished, or something equally as @#$%ed."
She snorted and crossed her arms. "I haven't even gone to my dad with this yet because it's likely he's run into the guy at some point. If I can get evidence of what he's doing, not only can I knock down a few jackasses and maybe save a few idiots from killing themselves, but I can expose a fake little piggy while i'm at it."
That was that, then. They were off, and damnit, they had less than 10 minutes to do so. She was going to need to hustle if this was going to be pulled off in time.
She marched them straight to her room and threw open the door, which didn't have any locks from the inside (Dad had been prepared for a ten-year-old ankle-biter after all). It was pretty nonstandard, honestly. Not very lived in. A desk, a bed, a lamp, and a chair by the door. The desk was covered with textbooks of course work she had been catching up on, and sat at it was the clone she had ordered to pretend to be her. Already asleep and drooling onto an open calculus textbook.
"Don't @#$%*&@ touch anything."
She knelt and dragged out a prepared backpack with the various things she would need, as well as a small quiver for her shorter sling arrows. The teen slung it around her shoulders and threw a jacket on over it, shouldering her back and picking up a small metal and wood slingshot from on top of her desk.
Then she shooed him out of her room and shut the door again, and they were off. Or, well, they were off to pick up whatever he needed. She hoped to @#$%ing god he wasn't going to insist on wearing that cornea burning costume of his...
"...That thing is hideous." It was almost worse than the trash her dad refused to stop wearing. Better made, yes... it certainly didn't look like something that had been picked up off of Desire for .99 cents. Elke had never gotten into the whole spirt that went along with crime-fighting and costumes.
She was sitting sideways on a seat on the bus taking them further into the city and in the direction she needed to go in. She had one leg tucked under her and the other carelessly thrown across the seats that made up the rest of her row. She was busy scrolling through the notes on her phone, re-familiarizing herself with the information she had gathered.
"They'll be holed up in a warehouse east of main. A few of them will probably be there about now, but not a lot of them... It's an offshoot of an organization that was taken down a while ago that had hoped to more or less step into the empty spot and take over. The two giants that were taken down before are the kids of the guy leading the whole thing. Police haven't been able to get a lead on where the guy is though. The kids won't talk."
She glanced at Xavier where he had chosen to sit, ignoring the other occupants of the bus who were for the most part all enveloped in their own little worlds.
"I'm expecting ten people there. I'll hazard a bet that they will have a few more guys hidden around, so maybe 15 total."
"What? Hey! Put me down! This is literal kidnapping!" Elke wiggled as much as she could in protest. "No! I worked hard for those! Give em back!!" Goodbye, carefully scavenged weaponry. You will be missed.
The third clone looked offended that she had been left out of the ice cream offer and waved her hands around silently with her jaw dropped open.
"I refuse! Give me liberty or give me death! You can't put a corpse under house arrest!"
Juni was.... not prepared for this. Not the bombs. Not the clones. Not the wild mouth the little girl had on her. She shot Saph a wild-eyed stare for a moment as his daughter demanded death before imprisonment and suddenly had infinite amounts of respect for him. He'd had to raise her twice now, huh? It sounded like absolute torture.
"Yeah, I can get us out no problem. Just gimme something to hold onto and I can phase us all through the-"
The little girl he was carrying suddenly starting making grunting and groaning noised and was holding onto her head and stomach simultaneously.
"Uugh... Mr. Stark... I don't feel so good."
It was a slow, strange process to watch, but gradually Elke started growing. Shifting? She was awake for the whole thing too and made just about every sound of pain a human was capable of, as well as a slew of very colorful obscenities. Child-sized clothes ripped as her body grew, her hair grew, head grew. Various things filled out. She wasn't a scrawny, short child anymore by the time it was done.
A decently tall, muscular woman was all that remained, shaking off the remnants of the painful shift. She was sweaty, panting, and red-faced, and looking at her hands like she hadn't seen them in a few years.
"...I hope to never see that happen ever again for the rest of my life. Oh @#$% the sounds." She'd thought listening to someone burn to death would be the worst thing to be stuck in her head forever, but... bones cracking and creaking while their owner shrieked like a banshee? Nope. Nopenopenope. Never again if she could help it. Those poor people who had been de-aged.... Jesus.
Elke looked up to Saph as her breathing calmed down a bit and suddenly grinned the biggest, widest grin she could muster.
"Dad... i'm back!"
...Another thought hit Juniper right then and she blinked.
...Huh.
The kid was a grown-up now, right? That sounded like fair game to her.
Juni marched forward determinedly, lifted an arm like she was gonna punch Elke- because she totally was, and did just that. She punched her. Right in the mouth. Elke had seen it coming and even if she was tired she'd turned to respond with a block and a punch of her own right away, but... her first went right through Juniper's head and Juni's fist went right through her block and into her face.
"That... was for my best friend!" Juniper turned immediately, hurried a few steps away, and crouched down to weep quietly over her poor fist. Holy @#$% that had hurt! Elke's face was super goddamn hard!
Elke, to her credit, took the punch with grace and then started laughing. It hadn't been a very good one, hadn't even really hurt a whole lot. She was more mystified that her own attack had been shrugged off so friggen easy by the witch and her weird-ass power. "@#$%&, you really need to work on your form. That was weak as s*it."
Her clones didn't take the attack as well as she had and ran screaming at Juniper, tried to tackler her- which just ended with the three of them flying through her phased form and all landing in a pile after smacking into the support beam.
The building started shaking again and... then.. just didn't stop shaking.
"Ah @#$%." Elke supplied, helpfully. The building was coming down.
He was good, but she didn't allow herself to get frustrated.. yet. Instead, she fueled the energy into being really @#$%ing angry as he talked down to her again. Her tackled was blocked with a move she hadn't ever encountered before. Wrestling maybe? Probably. She wasn't used to it though and it threw her off just a bit.
She fought dirty though and wasn't about to throw a fight just because he'd avoided getting sprawled on his ass. She geared up to free an arm and punch him right in the nards when he suddenly disengaged and she dropped back into a crouch and gathered herself.
"Stop? This is the most fun I've had in-"
"...Ahem. Megan cleared her throat softly. She was standing directly behind Elke with one hand tucked into her dress pocket. The other was palm up and had a large-ish jumping spider sitting in it. She'd snuck up on them while they had been busy with... whatever that was.
"Jesus@#$%." A little caught off guard, the girl's sudden appearance earned a slight jump from her. She'd slunk up as quiet as a goddamn ninja!
Megan's expression was flat, but her eyes were filled with mirth and her lips quirked juuust a little to show that she was amused.
"... You're down to ten minutes now, you know." She reached out and let the spider hop onto the wall, and then walked past them in the opposite direction she had come. The spider trailed along with her from the wall.
"Oh, and Xavier... your books arrived safe and sound in the library. The librarian was a bit confused but thankful." She waved slightly and then headed off for the final time.
Elke watched her down, fire doused a bit by the interruption, and grumbled. "...That girl is so @#$%ing creepy. I don't like that she hangs out around my dad so much..."
Whatever, though. She really needed to scoot now! The Native refocused on Xavier with a frown.
"...This isn't over. Are you coming or not? I don't have time to wait around for you to play devil's advocate here."
The cake pop flew out of her mouth as she was sorta tackled and then hugged really @#$%in' tightly, and if the air had still been in her lungs she might have called the guy a pedo really loudly. But, alas, she just kinda wheezed for a second while her clones ran around in a panic looking for weapons they could use against Juniper. Who was still digging herself out of the trash, currently?
"UUfh, my... ribs... dude..." The child slapped at one of his stupidly broad shoulders to try and get him to let go since her other arm was trapped in the hug. "Can'tbreath!"
... Was this how she was going to die? Suffocated by a tool? How tragic!
Once she was finally able to breathe again she focused on getting her clones to shut the hell up first, and then squinted angrily up at the intruder. Intruders. Though, she'd never seen the short blonde before who was dusting herself off and walking over to stand off to the side of them.
"What the hell do you want, geezer. I already said I'm not going back to that pansy-ass school."
"Listen, dude, sometimes you gotta break a few kneecaps to save lives." Her dad had taught her that well enough, even though she'd been trying to break kneecaps ever since she was little. Helped to validate things for her. "If you've got someone who you need info from and they aren't going to talk, break a few fingers. Eventually, they will talk. Boom. Lives saved."
She snorted at him in regards to the homework thing. "Being smart doesn't mean @#$% in regards to how wealthy someone might be. I don't have time for an actual job between hobbies and college, so I earn my cash on the side. You'd be surprised how much some people are willing to pay to have last-minute assignments done with a guaranteed 100%?"
How else was she expected to afford all of the @#$% she bought and wasted on a regular basis? Effing replacement arrows, ball bearings, etc. She sure as hell wasn't getting a typical allowance or anything.
"No, you misunderstood. It takes about 20 minutes to get ready and get off school grounds. Once I'm out in the city I'm out there as long as I like. Usually come home for dinner, though."
Ah, there it was again. A challenge. He thought she was an idiot, apparently. A noob to the game who was gonna go and get herself killed. A normal person might have given him some slack seeing as her younger self had definitely not been a professional in any regard. Elke wasn't a normal person though, and she immediately took offence to his fairly simple statement.
Elke stopped, her shoulders squared, and she turned to face Xavier with her jaw set and a dark look in her eye.
"That... is the second time you have challenged me." She was gonna kick this kids ass, and she had the upper hand since he didn't know what the hell to expect from her. The 18yearold launched into an offensive attack immediately after the words left her mouth. To be fair, she didn't know what he was fully capable of either, but could hazard a few guesses based on the build of his body and how much muscle he had and where. She'd start with a cross punch, then a second attempt at an uppercut, and a swipe at his lower leg with a kick. Depending on how those went, she was prepared to drop and try to flat out tackle him to the ground in the event that he evaded her first attacks.
She shrugged and set her apple core on top of the mountain of books her clone was struggling with.
"Hey, you don't wanna go break a few kneecaps with me, stay here and be boring then."
She was gonna go get her gear and find some trouble while her dad caught some well deserves z's. Man, he'd be pissed when he woke up, though. It was a great idea all around, really!
"Samson's also got a billion other things to be doing, so what's it to him if I do his homework for him in exchange for cash? It's a win-win."
She started heading toward the room she was temporarily staying in, which thankfully nowhere near where her dad and Junior slept.
"I tracked down the extended line of dealers from those people at the Pawn Shop. It was a bit of a @#$%^ since I have to be here most of the time until this all blows over, but it was easy enough sneaking out when Dad's not looking."
What was she gonna bring? Hm. All she had on her were a few knives and her slingshot... so those were just gonna have to do. She still had her fist and was pretty good with them, so she wasn't really worried.
Had she been a weaker person he might have blushed at someone attractive like him calling her pretty. Heck, she had blushed the last time a cute boy had called her pretty... but, she was better than that now. She wasn't nearly as flustered at hearing compliments as she used to be.
"Beats growing up to be ugly, I guess."
He showed her a scar, one she didn't have but was familiar with and she reached out and poked it with a finger. "Ah, yeah, eating s$&t like that sucks. I used to know a kid who lost a few front teeth from that." It was great. He whistled whenever he talked because of it. She shrugged but didn't comment right away when it came to the bit about getting off light.
"The things I've gotten away with would literally astound you." The system really was very corrupt... but it worked in her favor sometimes and she wasn't about to complain about that part of it.
"How does being a good person suddenly mean I'm more inclined to help you with picking up all the books you dropped yourself? And, for the record, I didn't stop to talk. I stopped because you almost ran me over and I wanted to punch you in the face for it. You should really watch where you're going."
He had a lot of really weird notions floating around in his head, didn't it? It kinda negated from the looks, if she were honest.
She had more to comment on, but from around the corner at the end of the hall came two figures and the footsteps drew her attention. Another Elke striding along with her hand's links behind her head and at her side a somewhat tall girl with piercing blue eyes and a very Gothic fashion sense.
"Hey, Boss!" The other Elke waved, then spotted the blonde kneeling down on the ground collecting books and staggered to a stop. The clone recognized him pretty much instantly and turned a very interesting shade of red.
"Ah! I'm not ready for this! I just got over puberty again!!" The clone then proceeded to try and hide behind the taller goth girl, who looked rather worn out from having to walk the duplicate all the way to where Elke was.
"... I almost feel like you should owe me double just for having to deal with this one."
She stooped to pick up the book that had been kicked further away, blinked at the title, and shook her head slightly. Megan joined them and handed it back to Xavier. "...Xavier." She turned to stare at the Native, next. "You're dad's finally gone off to have a nap with Junior. I'd guess that you have about 20 minutes or so to get whatever plan you have going."
Grinning around a mouthful of apple, Elke clapped Megan on the shoulder, which was reciprocated with an eye roll and the blue-eyed girl stepping just back out of reach. "Awesome! Thanks!" Elke pointed at her clone next, "You! Pick up all those books and get them to the library."
The duplicated jumped, saluted, and hurriedly started scrambling about collecting books without getting super close to Xavier.
"Oh, also-" She spun the ankle bracelet around a finger, which she had gotten off at some point, and then tucked it neatly into the back pocket of the clone's jeans. "Make sure to go pretend to do homework after you'd done with the books."
Megan stood there with crossed arms, looking very unenthusiastic about the whole situation. "I'll have that math assignment by Thursday, yes?"
"Yes, yes. Thursday by the latest. You're in line behind Samson and Bridget."
Megan shot Xavier another look as she turned to walk away, her task done. "... You didn't hear anything... okay?" She squinted and pointed two fingers at him as she walked away, before turning her back and vanishing back around the corner.
Elke finished chewing her apple and looked at Xavier also. After a thought, she moved to take the books out of Xavier's arms that he had already collected and give them to her clone. Said clone was still blushing like an idiot, which Elke was forced to feel to a watered-down degree.
"Let the peon do the work, Xavier. You're gonna come destroy some criminals with me."
Elke blinked at him and looked down at herself in visible confusion. "How the @#$% am I that different? The only things that really changed are my height and... well, the tits I guess." She looked at him unconvinced, clearly still in camp You'reanidiot.
"Yeah, they would have. But that means you ran to the doctor like a little @#$%& or passed out like a @#$%&, in the first place." She lifted the bottom of her shirt to show him the remains of an inch long scar with slightly puckered edges and obvious suture sites. "Got stabbed with a switchblade. Stitched it up myself." What a sissy.
Her expression flattened a little as she looked at him and her eyebrows rose. "You know you ain't the only person I've stabbed, right? The cops aren't mad I stabbed you, they're mad I stabbed a fifth person."
Her brows lifted even further as he had the gal to tell her he wouldn't let her escape. As if he was gonna be able to stop her? The spark of a challenge sprang to life in her eyes and she took a very slow, calculated bite of apple as she stared the tall blonde down. Challenge @#$%ing accepted, a@$wipe.
"That's the stupidest goddamn thing I've ever heard. You really think I'm the type of person who plays by the rules after I tried to burn down a building and literally stabbed you?"
She looked down at the books scattered around on the floor and blinked slowly.
... had... had he just asked her to help him pick them all up?
... what @#$%in' world did this guy live on?
She put her shoe on one of the books, 60 shades, no less, and looked back up to meet his eyes. Then, with the cheeriest smile she could muster, she launched it backwards further down the hallway.
Elke full-on sneered at him. "Stupid, I told you I had been de-aged. Weren't you listening?"
What?! He'd mutation-ed away her damn near perfect non-lethal stab! "Aw... that's @#$%in' lame. It woulda' left a really cool looking scar." She wasn't the type to hide her expressions or emotions in most situations, and very much let the disapproving look that settled on her face tell him exactly how she felt about that news.
She glanced down at her ankle, wiggled it and the bracelet, and then shrugged. "I mean, yeah? Stabbing you definitely was frowned upon by a lot of people who are currently on my case." The Native scowled, chewing on the chunk of apple in her mouth angrily.
"But mostly I got this for bringing down that old decrepit house over on 23rd." She shrugged again. Really, it had been a public service. That place had been a death trap waiting and she'd just finished it off before it claimed another life! "I had already grown up again so they wanted to at least try and hold that one against me. Dad's working with some people to figure things out, so... house arrest."
She didn't seem concerned. "I can always get the stupid thing off though, so it's not like I'm really stuck here. Just have to find some sap to stick it back on before I leave."
She kicked at one of the books he had been carrying.
Hm. He dodged well enough. Maybe he wasn't completely useless after all?
Ehhh... then again he still hadn't caught on to who she was yet, apparently.
"Y-you." She replied back, resuming taking another bite out of her apple.
He started back-peddling out of her space and she stepped easily right back into his. He had unfortunately drawn her curiosity out.
"My dad taught me." She said simply while eyeballing him a bit closer through squinted, suspicious lashes. "You do, but I'm not gonna tell you from where. You gotta use that big ole brain in there." Assuming it wasn't just more bicep.
Elke stepped in closer and off to the side a bit, the side he had been stabbed on. "You got a scar yet?"
She reached out to try and physically move his clothes out of the way with one hand so she could see the results of her own handiwork.
There was always someone who felt the need to RUIN her good moods. They were rare. This was clearly an act of aggression and would be dealt with accordingly.
Someone bumped into her gently from hind, and really they must have been a grade A idiot to not see her walking down the middle of the hallway. She spotted a @$%^ing TOWER of books when she half tuned to murder shriek at them, and for one brief moment wondered if this was payback for setting fire to a bunch of the library books while she had been homeless riffraff lurking in the school.
However, things took a turn when the books moved, and suddenly a super tall dude was there, and also suddenly so deep in her personal bubble she wondered if it had been planned. Who just @#$%in' launches themselves at a stranger like that? A pervert, that's who.
"Are... you okay?"
She aimed a perfect uppercut at his pretty jaw and made damn sure to put some power behind it, too. Teach him a lesson about lurking over a girl like a @#$%ing buzzard!
A moment later, she blinked as fuzzy realization dawned on her and her expression shifted into a slightly disgusted frown.
"...oh. It's you."
Blockhead pretty boy who didn't know any better than to turn his back on knife-wielding children. Gross!
Being confined to the school grounds for a still-to-be-determined number of days was @#$%ing boring, and she'd vouch for that.
You'd think after being forcibly de-aged against your will there would be some leniency of the actions of your past self, regardless of what those actions happened to me. How was she supposed to know she'd set fire to a dozen dumpsters around the city, burn at least two small buildings to the ground, assault countless saps who'd gotten on her bad side, and also sorta stabbed someone?
Well, ya know, she supposed that it was fair that she had attempted all of those things when she had actually been ten the first time... but it was whatever. She still thought being more or less grounded to the school ground and the shiny new ankle bracelet was a bit much. It wasn't like she didn't know how to get the stupid thing off, anyway. She was more or less just trying to play along until things got smoothed over and she could return to her dorm.
She supposed, in an annoying and nice kinda way, that she didn't mind it as much as she might have before. Her dad was living back at the school so she got to see him often and make fun of all the new gray hairs that had popped up as a result of her childish antics. It was also nice that she got to see her little squirt of a baby brother more often than she had before.
.. It was also fun watching all of the younger kids at the mansion flee from her in terror. Apparently the second coming of her younger self had been a little worse than the first version. Heh.
She mused on the somewhat blurry memories of all that had transpired over the previous months as she trolled down a mostly empty hallway and munched on an apple from the kitchen. It was between classes, but most of the kids hightailed it out of her way if they spotted her coming... so the halls were usually empty when she was on her afternoon walks.
It was the only time she had to herself between coursework to catch up with her peers due to her sudden absence at school, and planned training sessions with her dad when he was free from work and Junior.
It was like a weird vacation, where the cops were locked onto her location at all times and people occasionally whispered about domestic terrorism while she was within earshot.
Elke really felt like she'd scored a big one when she'd found a boarded-up place with five stories to have all to herself. Sure, the floors were rotted through in some places and if a strong wind blew bits of the roof would come crashing down... but in the grand scheme of things, it was perfect for her. Not many dared to venture up above the second floor, not even cops, so it made for an excellent hideout when her other spot was a bit too inconvenient.
She'd had her clones steal an assortment of things to make it a bit more like home, set up shop on the fifth floor and life was good! She was small enough that her weight didn't disturb much of the crumbling environment, and after that one time where one of her clones had been horsing around and had fallen to her death from the fifth floor, her dumb@$$ duplicated had been more careful than ever when navigating the place themselves.
Currently, she was sprawled out on a sleeping bag, chowing down on cake pops while reading the latest Adolescent Monthly magazine. She'd taped up a few stolen posters on some walls and spray-painted things on others. Open beside her was a notebook with scribbles of plans she was still drawing up. Places to break into, things to try and set fire to, people she wanted to target and reap vengeance on somehow at some point. She was a very busy girl.
"Hey... boss?" One of her clones spoke up from across the room, where she was sat with a knife in her hands carving out the handle for another knife. "... Can I have a popcake too?"
"No-can-do." The short, ill-tempered girl replied around the stick in her mouth, "Cakepops are for leaders, not peons."
"Aw, but i'm huuuungry!" The clone complained loudly and started carving again.
"Eat your sister, then."
The cloned looked over to another clone, who looked up from what she was doing in alarm.
"I dunwanna! She probably tastes like trash! I want cake!"
"Hey! I don't taste like trash! YOU taste like trash!" The clone fired back.
They got into a physical squabble as Elke went on chewing on her cake pop stick and reading about all of the newest boys being spotlighted in Adolescent Monthly.
