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.
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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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
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He was up, and he was in. An action figure toy contract was forthcoming.
Lenna scooped up the bat and the gun, then focused on her own body. She mimicked the path Mike had taken, but with a bit more care. She did not need to worry about broken glass grazing her, because she could see it and hover above it all… rather than deal with it whilst being levitated by someone who could not. She was also smaller in frame than the man. Fit easier.
Her feet touched down on the ground, and her focus turned to once again sheathing the bat and the gun. They returned to their places on her back and her hip. She scanned the area.
Empty office room, doors on either side. She signaled for him to wait, while she checked the first door. Her door had no sounds behind it when she pressed an ear up to listen. Lenna turned to Mike, and drew her gun, holding it down and away by the side of her body. Ready for anything. She nodded for him to check his own.
When he checked, he would find a creaking sound. Footsteps on old boards. There would be two men with flashlights. They were bored, and one would be talking about a sporting event he had lost a lot of money betting on.
She would follow his lead, to take down the second man if he took the first. Silently, if at all possible. No need to attract attention. They probably wanted at least one man conscious for the moment, to learn where the prisoners were… but she had not told him that detail. She really should have.
Coffee, it was. She would have to find the time. And figure out a summary. Perhaps, his thoughts about her were flawed, based on his idea of another person from this side of the universe. Someone with enemies and past. Her past was on the other side… mostly. But—
Thoughts for another day.
Sam did not seem to like her miniskirt comment, which was surprising. Started talking of tactical suits and cold weather gear and practicality. Perhaps, he was too old. The young Sam would have loved the comment.
Lenna nodded. A wardrobe, then. Not one uniform.
”Tactical gear, and armor. Smart enough. No mini skirts. No cape.”
He said some more, and she nodded.
”Hope. I get it. Well. I will talk to you later. We seem to be finished here. Thanks, Sam,” Lenna said.
When the door opened, Lenna entered the building. The lobby area seemed generic. No fancy signs to give clue to identity if the person seated in the waiting area.
”Sorry for my impatience. The last few days have been… but this is no excuse for my rudeness. Miss… who do I have the pleasure of addressing?” Lenna said, smoothing away earlier roughness best she could. Not perfectly, but it was a much more reasonable tone than before.
She did not like being at someone’s liberty, in their power. Of all Lenna’s, was this theme common.
The chair seemed comfortable and serviceable enough. As she sat across from the woman, Lenna’s mind focused her power on the chair beneath her. Her own chair, of which she had close knowledge. As a result, colors came back into being in her mind. She could see the paint on the walls, the color of the other woman’s clothes, her eye color, and so on. Lenna did not do this to ready an attack. There was no visible cue she was doing it at all. It simply was done to get a better look at things. If it kept a readied weapon at hand, that was just a plus.
”Can you please tell me why I am here?” She requested politely, face a — well, ‘calm mask’ is cliche. It was more a study of self control, to cover trepidation. She looked calm because she was trying to, polite because of effort. From earlier attitude, it was clear she was not okay. But she was trying to be. She did not care if that had been the goal of the woman, from her comment. Patience was a virtue Lenna could display,, when she wanted to.
>> ”Two-hundred feet, upwards of two to three-hundred pounds. Tha’s not too bad.”
Lenna nodded in acceptance of the compliment.
—
Lenna noted Mike’s equipment. A SIG, a tomahawk. She had not asked about extra ammunition, but with how often she was planning to utilize the gun, extra might have been the wrong term. Excess was the better word.
He lacked active camouflage. Okay.
He also lacked a robot. She explained.
”You were the green ranger. He had a green dragon robot. He was from some kids show I have been told of, about rangers with powers… It is a joke. As a side note, when I do not focus my powers, they make everything dark orange in my head, so when I met you… you were the orange ranger, with hellcat machine. So there. Anyways…”
Her face was serious, not a joking smile present, as she turned her attention to the warehouse.
”No visible cameras or guards. Security is inside. Building appears rundown, broken window on second story. I think it leads to a catwalk. Do you know Hand signs? Fingers for number, look, all clear, go? You do now, I just showed you while we talked. Are you willing to be levitated up there? You can peek, scout. Sign. Enter. Then, I will follow.”
She would have gone first, but if she lost sight of him while within, she could not have lifted him up. He could lead. With such heroics, they would get him a toy deal yet.
She made a note to set her bat and gun down before she would lift him. To split her power between targets was to lessen total lifting strength.
Ooc feel free to control Lenna lifting you if you want to enter in your post. Orange ranger plus accessories should not exceed 300lbs.
Sam had told her they would have to arrange a meeting with their tailor, to help design an outfit for her, as an X-trainee. With the Atlantis stuff, and the mystics invading the mansion, and the mansion needing to be rebuilt, everyone had been so busy she had completely forgotten to arrange things.
She supposed costumes were important. Her mindset had placed them lower in value, because at times, people choose garish costumes. Form over function. She wished the opposite, and Lenna would have to describe it to the tailor. Of course, she also had the option of simply choosing a basic form for the costume, like a body suit, a jumpsuit, throwing a few design elements onto it, then adding her own equipment kit over everything. A protective vest, a utility belt, and so on. That might meet everyone’s demands. All of this, she would mention to the tailor.
She knew very little about the tailor. She knew he had helped when the mansion was under assault. This spoke positive to their character. Everything else, she would gather from actual interactions. The only thing she knew other than that? Javier did excellent work.
Lenna asked around, and was able to track down their number. She left a voice message explaining that she would like to meet to discuss an X man costume she wished designed, and was flexible. All Javier needed to do was check the schedule and find the best time for him. Then call back.
They arranged a time, and she went to the location. She had set the location, and it was her aunt’s mansion in NYC. She wore her best mismatched outfit, because all-orange vision due to her powers just made picking out her own clothes great. The shorts were blue, the socks one white and one light blue. Someone had said they were all the same in the pack. They had lied. The light jacket was dark orange. The top was white, and had a rainbow on it. Because rainbows go with everything when your whole outfit is a rainbow. Okay. It was not her best mismatched outfit. She could have done better. Oh well.
”Thank you,” She told the cook. Her aunt had a live-in cook. He had just brought in smoothies for the two of them. Hopefully, Javier liked smoothies. He could have his when he arrived.
How far could she move things? And he liked her spin.
As they drove, she focused out as far as she could. While they were at a stop light, she got his attention and pointed. 200 feet away, a burger wrapper spun in the air. It flew right at them, then landed in a trash can.
”200 feet? Not more.” she said.
—
They drive a bit more, then reached the place. Well, close.
>> “Let's head the rest on foot.”
She nodded. It was a good idea. Lenna turned, and grabbed her bay from the back seat. Then, she got out of the vehicle.
He had not given her a holster. She had the gun and she had the bat. That was TWO things, but she was no complainer. She was a problem solver. Lenna placed the bat diagonally across her back, and focused on the location of the physical contact. With telekinesis, it locked into place. The handle was up, like the hilt of a sheathed katana. She did the same for the gun, placing it the correct way against her right side, where a hip holster would be. As a last touch, she dug the domino mask out and put it back on. Raised her hood.
Lenna passed Mike, and took the lead.
—
It was a several blocks walk. It was mostly done in silence. They spoke of who her friend was (Rachel), who Stone face was (he was not made of stone. His face was rigid, due to a seizure in the past. Locked muscles). They spoke of what to do if there were many guards (sneak), or few (sneak harder). Finally, as they neared the place, she asked if he had any active camouflage powers he had hidden.
They could always pretend she was a prisoner, and him a thug who caught her escaping. That seemed dumb.
>> ”Good sense that makes.” Ranger said with a small smile.”
She met the smile with a small one of her own. Nodded at his joke. Listened to his own problems, and just how he could relate to those she had. Yep. These things were quite the fuster cluck… at least, she thought that was the phrase someone had tried to teach her, for when things went FUBAR, sideways, pear-shaped, awry. Bad. Their lives seemed to be messy.
Oh well.
—
The car impressed her with its speed and mobility, but Lenna focused more on the man, and less on the city lights blazing by.
His power was complicated. Fast, strong, durability, utility. But out of his control. She clenched the knees of her pants as Lenna digested the information. This made his powers largely reactionary. Or else, a wild card. He was a joker. But also, a former ranger, whatever that was. He had a gun.
Fun.
They stopped, and she met his eyes. She did not glance away. He seemed to be reading something about her. He decided it was good, whatever it was.
>> ”There’s a Glock in the glove box ‘r a Maxim PDX-S under y’r seat.”
She thought on it a moment. A bigger gun was tempting to the old Lenna, who she had been before she had woken from being deaged, and made a decision about starting fresh from who she had been. No kills. The Glock appealed to who she currently was. Smaller. Still deadly. It was more limited than the Glock, but they weren’t getting into firearms comparisons or psychological analysis any further, that specific night. She reached into the glove box with a quiet thank you.
Glock, acquired.
She did a routine check of the firearm, to make sure she knew the status. All the important details, loaded or unloaded, etc. She was careful, textbook safe. It was clear she respected the weapon. Not some silly person who ‘wants a gun!’ No, she was someone who knew about guns, and would be careful. Someone who used it for self defense, and had put in time to know how to use the gun well. Someone he could seemingly trust. As far as this gun went.
He asked what her power was.
>>”If y’r not an adapted like the you from this universe, what can y’ do?”
If she had wished to be secretive, Lenna would have said an age-old refrain. ‘Luck manipulation.’ It told everything, and nothing, about what her power could do. Make shots go wide, by subtly shifting aims. Bump objects and events in her favor, with her mind. By funny coincidence, this was the same lie OG Lenna told members of the Order when she lead. The ones who could not handle the truth. ‘Oh, power stopped? Unlucky.’ Lenna did not know this detail.
They were being honest, this night. She did not give the lie.
”I move things with my mind. I can levitate. I carry up to the weight of a grown man. 200? 300. I prefer to use this on the small scale, though. To nudge things in my favor. I call it ‘luck manipulation’, to trick idiots. They get overconfident. Think small. They don’t expect it, when big things happen. Just sooo lucky. I swear.” she shot him a sarcastic smile from across the car.
There was one more thing she could do, but she was kind of low on energy for that. Should not use it more, so why mention it at all? If she did wind up using it? Look, a miracle! So lucky. Suerte.
”Some character from a game. Looks like him,” she supplied.
He was a real person, it had really happened, Sam was really aware of the danger the man presented. He would not have thrown just anyone up against the man who was not a cartoon. Lenna felt flattened. Not flattered. Run over by a steamroller. Crushed. The flattered feeling came after. But first, she dealt with having misnamed an Enemy from Sam’s past. Someone he respected enough to avoid pairing off against mostly everyone. Mostly Everyone, but not her. What a nice thought that was. She should feel touched, not rolled over.
She blushed a little. ”Thanks.”
Then he went “oh good! I’ll tell the tailor! We will get you suited up,” to paraphrase. And her mind went “suit, costume? Oh no.”
History, she could do. She thought they had already shared that, but what she knew, she could share. And what she did not know, she could put on a cork board for him, with the strings simply placed by pins everywhere!
”History, I can do. Coffee some time. Will need a lot. It is a lot. Costume? Be sure to request a mini skirt so when I levitate, bad guys see my ass. Wait. No, the other thing. Opposite. Pants, Sam. No mini skirt.” She said gravely. She pointed one finger for emphasis. It was a dangerous finger. ”As plain as clothes can come. Why be flashy, when I can blend in?”
This was the same person who wore a domino mask and black face grease and black on black with hoodie and pants to try and intimidate thugs to help rescue a friend. Perhaps, a lesson had been learned.
He once again insisted he had no such power, and added an interesting detail. Or at least, it would have been interesting if the detail had been new. She knew aura, who knew the original her. She had asked. Aura had shared. Lenna 1 had been a Null. That was a special human who nullified mutations in a small area around themselves. It seemed a useful power, but with some baggage. Identity issues for those around her who dealt with it often. It cancelled who they were. Aura disliked Nulls. However, she had liked Lenna. Being aware of how one’s presence works on others is important, and Lenna had been self-aware, respectful, and had tread with care.
She nodded at Mike, to confirm she understood the statement he had made. She uttered a quick word: “Null.” That was all she said on that subject, for the moment. She grew thoughtful.
Her other self was interesting, and reconfirmed details were good. She could ask more later. It did not tell her what she really wished details about, mainly her self before the deaging process, a self which had seemingly been SUPER, a good dancer (according to Aura), and a woman with few friends.
Strange to know more of a woman you never were, than to know details of who you once had been… hell, she even knew more of Lenna 1’s mother than her own mother. Or father. She had a large gap between her past and that woman’s present (past tense). A gap of ten years. She supposed maybe a lot of details between the two women were similar, but… she shook out of her reverie as she approached his vehicle.
He had unlocked his vehicle with a roar. It was most assuredly a vehicle. Car was not the description word. That roar had been a sound of fiery steeds, nightmares.
He opened the door to let her in.
>> ”Not sure how y’r ex’s power worked, but the power I know t’ see memories can… Alter y’ a little. I was close t’ the Lenna from this universe f’r a while. Might’ve picked up some of that.”
She shrugged one shoulder. She did not think his power could do that. ”I do not think I saw this world’s Lenna. I learned of her from Ty, and Aura. I saw my old self, and a second face she had worn to conceal her identity.” Lenna said.
Loads of things were interesting about that one, and maybe the change had been to hide from people who knew the other her. Like him. This was Movies levels of shit.
”Three different versions of me, in two bodies. ‘Plum loco,’ to use a phrase.” She made a face, and sat down in the vehicle. Buckled herself in. Turned and slid the bat into the back seat. She had really leaned on the Spanish accent, there, had she not? She kept it up. ”Phrases like ‘things transcending time and space’, similarities… dios mio, how stupid. I grew up watching westerns, Mike. Conditioned socially to trust a Texan, right? Like Star Wars, too. If you were small and green, I would probably call you master and try to carry you on my back.” She laughed at herself. She could be such an idiot.
She looked at him, and told him the address. Some warehouse in some area that was shadowy, my, how original. Near the water, and shipping lanes, she probably should have suggested it first, without thinking too hard. Almost blindingly, dumbly obvious.
”I am so glad I checked first, for a location soooo obvious.” She said scathingly, giving herself shit as she covered embarrassment. ”You probably know the way already. Been there two, three times? Not even going to think about it. Here is a distraction. Two questions. What is your power, and can I borrow a gun?”
Crazy, that is what this was. ‘Plum Loco.’ She would not kill, if it could be avoided. A gun was still a good tool to have.
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Michael Hunter.
Mike Hunter.
Mike Hunt.
Obvious Alias aside, he was giving backstory. She listened. They could talk real names later and it would be a lovely conversation.
>> “I was a Ranger an’ on Task Force Green. I have those things in spades.”
Her math teacher sometimes talked of costumes heroes, super Sentai. He said it was the Japanese one that came first, and he drew little costumed figures in helmets forming math equations and being dumb. He grew sad once, because someone American had died. He had been a Green ranger. Also, a white one. This Mike Hunter had been a green ranger. Also, a white one. She did not know ranks, or military units or any of that from Adam, but she was not willing to assume he put on a green bodysuit and helmet, to fight bad guys. Although sometimes, army men do just that. Lenna simply made a mental note:
Gogo green ranger, check.
She made and finished her call. He had a ride. She followed with a quick “good.”
He asked a question as they walked
>>”Y’ know this universe’s Lenna, ‘r jus’ visions from y’r ex?”
”He could read memories on objects. I inherited her apartment, and stuff. Had her purse when I deaged. Of course, SUPER chased me out after a while because they thought I was a rogue agent, or something. But I kicked their asses. And eventually I got to go back for the stuff. Left the place, though. Stayed at the mansion for a while, until I found this worlds Lenna’s aunt and— why do I share this,” she turned to stare at him.
Usually, she did not monologue like this. To complete strangers. And never this much personal information, when she did.
”You lack the power to makes others spill their hearts truths, correct?” Lenna said warily. If he was making her speak truths, there was always a way to test it. ”I am wearing a green dress.”
She waited a moment, then said “no.” Her clothing was not green, and not a dress. It was not that. His power. Unless he could turn it on and off at will!!!!!
Well. It was a lot to digest. And they had only truly met like 60 seconds ago, on bad terms. She could not fault him for being taciturn and monosyllabic. They would have to work towards syllables.
She took a few steps back into the alley, and grabbed her baseball bat. Then, she lead him five steps out of the alley, and stopped.
>> ”Yeah, I can give y’ context. Maybe. I was also de-aged.” He said.
Hey! They had achieved more than one syllable. Progress.
She watched him check his weapon. A gun would have been good to have on-hand, for her. She had been trying to go without those lately, though. Too easy to actually shoot someone.
Her head hurt from having used her big telekinetic push already, that day. Maybe a gun would have been a nice backup. She supposed she could always take one from a downed enemy.
>> ”How can I help get Rachel back.”
”A second set of eyes helps. A good mind. Good aim, and the sense when to use a gun and when not to. And give me your name.” She did not know it.
Lenna pulled out her phone and tapped on it, bringing up her contacts list.
”I used to have the addresses for a lot of kidnapping operations. But that was a year ago, and things change. Hold on—“ She put the phone to her head. ”Hello, Aura. Lenna. Can you get the current address for a man called Stone Face from your contacts? He kidnapped a friend. Need to find his operations….. Yeah. I can wait. I’ll be here.”
She ended the call. Looked to the man. Held up 1 finger. The phone rang a minute later. She answered. Said thanks, hung up.
Sam approved. A small, pleased smile found its way upon Lenna’s face. If it had not done, she would have been frustrated. Many things could have contributed to that. Too violent, maybe. Too bold? Overconfidence could have been her weak point, or else a lack of teamwork. She had kept cold steel away. But none of these things had caused him to doubt her performance. He had even complimented the performance.
She nodded and said ‘thanks.’ Then, he confirmed one of her thoughts.
>> ”If it was anyone else I would have yelled at them for throwing themselves into the line of fire so quickly but... I think that’s where you like to be.”
She kept quiet, and let him finish.
>> ”You’re more experienced than most of the trainees we got now. Spot on the teams is yours if you want it.”
”I wished to keep collateral low. They may have used hostages if I had not let them think they had won. Decisive action, quick, close enough they could not easily react. Using Waluigi’s ego against him.” She explained. ”But yes, I am happy to join the team!” She smiled. Conspiratorially, she added: ”Between me and you, maybe next time do not use Waluigi as the bad guy image. He is very silly. I felt like next, I would be shooting an Italian plumber in the leg. Or an egg-throwing dinosaur, that is green.”
She had correctly summarized who he was. In layman’s terms, she had his number. He would not let her walk away,
>> ”Tell me about this Stoneface an’ why y’r not the bag guy in this situation.”
Had she not personally already explained to him what the situation was? Oh well. She could repeat herself.
”These men kidnap children. They are bad people.” Lenna stated. Her Colombian accent was thick, but there was the hint of the voice he knew buried on it. She sighed, and added: ”I do not kidnap people. I am not a bad person. Stone face is a crime boss. He does not have a stone face, I do not think. He is a bad person.”
There. Neatly summarized. Mostly. He wished her to remove the mask. He wanted to know her identity. The grease paint would still obscure features, regardless of the masks removal. She needed to speed this progress along.
She removed the mask. ”I avoided you for so long.” Lenna said, stuffing the mask in a pocket. She wiped at the paint with a sleeve… which only smudged it, and smeared it around, on her face and sleeve. Great. ”My name is Lenna. This is awkward.” Thees eez awkward, her accent said. ”I am the de-aged, alternative version of a woman you once knew, who cried when talking to you, then flew away. Awk-ward. My ex showed me that vision from a memory on an object, but— it lacked context.” She made a bitter face. ”It lacked sound. My idiot ex-boyfriend. You should give me context, but— my friend Rachel has been kidnapped by human traffickers, so talk while we move. And let go.”
A text on her cell. An address. Unknown number. No words, except her name.
”There are cloaks and there are daggers,” Lenna noted gravely… then glanced around, as of to check whether any persons present might question her on misuse of what she was sure was a very common American phrase. She thought she had botched it… given past experiences with American phrases. Nobody in class questioned the wording? Okay. Good.
Lenna put her phone away, before she was going to get in trouble. Miss Rebecca did not like it when people did not pay attention in English class. This address would have to wait until later.
—
Later.
Lenna left the mansion grounds. The building was still in the process of being rebuilt. Time had passed since the battle. People had healed. Some were still struggling to cope with things.
She called a cab. It arrived in front of the grounds. She got in and gave an address. Lenna could not drive. She had no license. Probably good. If she had owned a car, the destruction of the now-rebuilding mansion they were leaving in the rear view mirror would have claimed the vehicle. Small silver lining, but sucked to be someone who had owned a car. Insurance would not cover That.
The location the cab took her to was a nondescript building. She paid, and left the vehicle. Then she approached. There was a buzzer. She buzzed.
”Someone gave me this address and told me to come. Wait, no. They wrote my name. It was all very cloak and dagger.” She finished. There. Suddenly, she was proud of herself. She had checked. This was the correct phrasing. She was becoming more American every day!
Lenna did not know SUPER had been tracking her extra hard, since the events of the battle got the mansion (in which she had played an active role). She knew they had tracked her in the past, due to her connection with them. In a past life. She had stolen a credit card and phone and owed them much money. And apologies and explanations. She had fought agents before, they’d believed she had gone AWOL, defected, or was a liability. She WAS a liability, but for her own reasons. Not theirs. There was animosity. They had tracked and attacked her. Multiple times. Once, at her past life’s home. They had broken things. One was trust. She had also broken some of their men. They had lived though. So.
Lenna was not dumb. The mansion battle had been catastrophic, cataclysmic, news worthy. Laughing man go boom. Her head has aches for days after that last assault. Psychic damage? Maybe. Or overuse or her own powers. If someone contacted her now, someone had noticed her then. In Footage or in person. Watching. Waiting. Compiling. Had her full name. Real name. Not aliases. Information. They had prepared for this meeting. A trap, it is… as Yoda would say.
She was not armed. You do not come to a government building armed. Or you do… and she was being silly. This could have been unrelated to SuPER entirely. Thus could have been the mob. But they would not have given her the courtesy of a call. They would have attacked. She had made enemies in the past. At least the mystics were no more. Scorched that earth… yay. Proper use of phrase!
She pressed the call button once more. ”Why do you make me wait?” she said impatiently. ”You called me!”
Lenna stepped back as Niko moved in to interrogate the woman. Lethal force was threatened, and it was not something Lenna had problems with others doing. It was more something she avoided… not because the x-men avoid it. More so, it was because in another life she had been a murdering murderer, and when she had deaged, she had rolled back her kill count to zero. It is nice to have a perfect record. Even if it is entirely within one’s own mind.
She let the severed arm fall to the ground.
A woman with a pixie cut hairdo approached and had words, and blows, with the woman. The lady chose to taunt and threaten. It worked out well for her. She got punched in the gut.
Sighing, Lenna turned and pulled a roll of bandages from one of the numerous pockets in her camouflage jacket.
“Come over here, Aura. I’ll bandage you up. Anyone else that needs first aid, please get in line.”
Malachi was on the ground, bleeding out. He twitched, and she thought it seemed somewhat hopeful. But she offered him no aid. “Also, whoever held her clothes in place. Nice one. And oh hi, Zek.”