The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
He chased her. Bad. This was bad. Why could he not leave her alone?!
Her caught her hood. As she turned back towards him, it fell away.
>>”C’mon now, y’ cain’t jus’ hit an’ run.”
She was starting to dislike cowboys.
”Why not?” Lennna seethed behind the domino mask and black face grease paint. ”No one wants to talk to you. And every moment I do, is a moment I am not saving someone from a kidnapper. So let go.” Before she made him let go.
Was he not? She sighed. ”No. you would not, would you? You are the type to hold on for more information when someone is in danger, so you can help them. So I guess you can help me find a man named Stoneface before he hurts more people. Go ahead, let me go so we can go.”
She was bluffing. She did not want his help. Though it might be helpful…
> Lenna She watched over Aura’s progress as the woman went, summoning her Aura. A tall bald man pointed at her and grinned, and aura did not immediately engage him. She focused on saving a police man from a big cat. He fell with a sleep dart in his next a moment later. No backstabs for him while aura fought first the cat, then four mystics, some with blades. One with a summoned lion.
Lenna was unsure if the lion was flesh, or Magic. Flesh would be affected by the dart but magic would not. She fired at one of the four attacking aura, instead. One without a blade. It seemed that though he had pulled back, the police man had his gun trained on the other mystic, which left aura fighting two sword-using mystics. He had not abandoned his savior. as the cop shot one without a sword— gut shot, very painful. Lethal. Lenna sent a dart into the neck of the other… he lost his focus on the summoned lion and it fell to green ectoplasm, rapidly evaporating. That left two on aura.
Lenna turned her attentions to the skies. If she shot a mystic there, they would fall. A great enough fall would be lethal. She shot at one that was not too high up. It took three shots to get her. She flew blindly into a tree top with a crash of branches and leaves. She would be pained, but fine. It had not been a lethal drop.
“Reloading!” She said, and swapped to new ammunition. This would take seconds.
She was still in control of her mind. Usually, visual contact was needed to manipulate objects or people. It was required she see it… except in cases where intimate contact was established, such as having a knife behind your back. Or…
There really is not anything more intimate than a gun pressed against your head. The proximity to life, death, the level of control felt and exhibited by the Other. How the person at their mercy responds. Truths revealed, on all sides. How did Lenna react?
She breathed in, a little. Her lungs expanded, chest rose. And she focused.
“Kill her.” Goatee sighed a happy little sigh.
Her chest fell as she breathed out. And things happened rapidly.
Rifle put his finger on the trigger. Discipline ingrained in any competent soldier or daydream believer had kept the finger clear., until that point. It cost him. He tried to pull the trigger. An invisible bubble of telekinetic force placed between the trigger and where he was pulling kept it from moving in the way that he wished. Lenna knew this gun, had used one many times, and had studied his firearm prior to this attempt. She knew how it felt pressed against her, and understood its dimensions. Including length. She knew where the gun was, intimately. She had placed the bubble in the exact right spot.
Before he could react by exerting more force, a second bubble appeared around the first. She was in goatees control and could not move her body. But she could fling the rifle back up into the gun-mans face with her mind.
Rifle reeled back as the rifle connected, and a moment later, Lenna mentally willed the rifle forward into her sight line. The gunner followed this course, pulled along behind in the rifle’s wake by a strap. He was big, but she was tugging with 250-290 lbs of lifting strength. She could have physically pulled a reeling opponent bodily, using weight and leverage to assist. She could PSYCHICALLY do so, as well. The bubble protecting the trigger maintained its previous strength. He was still squeezing, the last command given. She was dividing between two things. As they moved into her vision, she saw them as orange spheres.
The rest of the room was in full living color. Goatee had a purple newsboy cap. Some boy had tried to get her to play a fighting game. “Ultra fight Siblings,” or something like that. He reminded her of some item the boy had utilized, which summoned a weird looking man with a tennis racket. She had been told his hat was purple, when she had asked. He had seemed greasy, much like the boy in question vaguely hoping to win her attentions. What had his name been again? It came to her as she released the first bubble on the gun she had just aimed, and rifle-man shot Waluigi in the knee.
Lenna had weighed the price of this against the costs, if the man were allowed to hurt people. A shot to the knee is immediate incapacitation. The threat of death was actually quite low. The damage would be done in a location with no vitals, though bone shards or the power of the rifle itself could potentially cause damage. A ruptured femoral artery, maybe. The true danger was blood loss. She had aimed for a “through shot”, piercing the knee from several feet away. Far closer than one usually gets.
The recovery time of a full knee cap replacement with bolts and titanium plates would likely take a full 12 months, and after that he would be inhibited his entire life. Which meant he would be less likely to hurt people in hostage situations again. As opposed to him hurting everyone present, presently. She had weighed the things. There were police outside, and medical personnel standing by. He would be fine.
He would be fine, she insisted. But he certainly would not be able to focus on controlling anyone in the next few minutes.
Lenna moved, released from the body bind. She quickly knocked the military wannabe down and hit him in the head with the ground, hard. Twice. Down, in seconds.
“Everyone please calmly walk outside. Tell the first police officer you see that a man has been shot critically by his friend in a disagreement. He needs immediate medical assistance. The second man has a concussion. Lover’s quarrel. I was never here.”
That had been said, then she had left. A minute or so later, Lenna slipped back through the crowd to Sam.
“Will that do?” Lenna clasped her hands behind her back.
There was one man, and a room full of people. The man had a heavy rifle. He was wearing a dark ski mask. He was tall, about 6’5”, maybe 6’7”. Muscular build. On his chest, he wore a dark Kevlar vest. Underneath that, he wore camouflage pattern military fatigues. All colors seemed differing shades of orange to her, but they were probably browns and blacks.
What was he there for? Money? Negotiating for something? Why would a man dressed like he was ready for war attempt to capture all these hostages, and put himself in a situation where he could definitely lose his life? What WAS the goal?
Wait.
He moved to one side, and she saw a second person sitting in a padded office chair behind him. The man had a goatee style of facial hair, a pointed mustache, and short, dark hair. Seated, Lenna could not ascertain his true height. He wore a dark newsboy style cap and dark slacks. A heavy overcoat. He moved one hand, casually twitching it like conducting a fake orchestra. The big paramilitary dressed man with the rifle twirled in a pirouette.
The rifle man was not in bodily control, he was under sway. Another hostage was crying as she joined him in the dance.
The goatee man spun in his chair, and hummed a few bars of a ballet Lenna did a quick headcount. 9 people, on the ground, legs crossed, unrestrained. One man with gun, one woman, dancing. The man in the chair. He was the boss.
Options. She rapidly went through options in her head.
Use power. Take gun. Goatee sees. Problems.
No good.
Use power. Raise heavy item. Drop heavy item. Man dies.
No good.
She ran through that last one twice more, changing the end. He saw. Problems. People controlled. Object missed, or failed to knock him out. Problems. People controlled.
Final run. If he was knocked out, it was possible that the gunner would turn on her and apply force. Could hurt people in the attempt. Thus, no good.
Last ditch effort: if she created a distraction to lure rifle out… no. Unpredictable. Too dangerous. Men who makes others dance to their whims are capricious. They need to have their ego manipulated so that they feel in control. She had to make him feel he had the upper hand, and let him lead himself down the oath of his own destruction. Lenna took a moment to study the rifle closely.
On her communications she said— she had no comm device. Her hand lowered from her ear. She carefully snuck away from the door, and spoke audibly to the ceiling. “Sam, if you are listening. I am doing something. Do not interfere. It is a risk.”
Lenna returned to the doorway, and arms raised, entered the room slowly.
“I am unarmed and come to you willingly,” she announced.
The dancing stopped. Goatee flicked a hand, and snapped. Rifle aimed at her and watched, like a bird of prey.
“Who are you?” The goatee asked slowly.
“A negotiator,” she said, accent thick. “Eliana.”
“Tiresome,” the man drawled. “Probably an X. But not him. And the timing had been going so well. Even a little bit early.” He sighed and he pouted. “Leave it to him to change things on the fly.”
“Him? Who?”
“Cold Steel,” Goatee mourned. “Oh well. It cannot be helped, then. I simply must send him a message. I won’t accept any substitutes. Now, approach…”
He gestured with a finger, and she approached. Willingly, but not of her own will. Her feet moved to the beat of his hand drumming his knee.
He gestured for rifle to get into position behind her. She felt the rifle press against the back of her head.
Before repairs come cleaning. Everybody knows this.
She had been there for the destruction. Fought against it. She had failed. Lenna had helped prevent the worst possible outcome. She had helped beat one of the annoying mystics. People had called it a supreme. Supremely annoying, more like. Yah.
Dressed in worn blue jeans and a tie-dye tee shirt that was predominantly orange, yellow, and blue, Lenna wandered into the wreckage of a destroyed classroom. There was someone there. She paused.
“Hello.” Her Colombian accent made the L sound funny. “Catchy song. I have never heard it before.”
The girl was clearly young, clearly a student who had been evacuated before the fall. Fight. Before the fight, she corrected herself. Mentally referring to something as a fall was beating one’s self up over something, it was silly. One can lose a fight. One can even lose a fight but win a war.
“Is there a second mop, or other cleaning suppliers? I can move things with my mind, if you need things moved…” She said quietly. Helpfully.
Lenna Lenna received a communication device from the slime girl with much thanks. Especially for the stun Grenades! She took two, and said she would give the spare to someone else if she saw them. Such a sweet jelly girl, sliding around. So cute. And such a vivid shade of… to Lenna, at least… orange. Like orange jello.
As an X-trainee or whatever, she would protect the mansion. She had a sleep dart rifle and was ready, hiding camouflaged by a tree on the grounds. Someone had even helped her be certain it was color coordinated to be camouflage, and not Skittles themed rainbows like the last time. Not like the last time…
She did not like mystics. Mystics hurt kids. And other things. Forget them.
As she settled in, she noticed— hey! Aura was by a tree not too far off. She made to wave, realized she was camouflaged, and went to be camouflaged by the woman. She approached.
“Hello,” she said. Held up the tranq gun. “I will be your overwatch with sleep darts. Yes? With us, they will not stand a chance. Okay, bye. Luck.” Turned to walk away, stopped, walked back and handed the woman a grenade. “Stun grenade. Be safe. May your gods be with you.”
Then, she went back to hiding in the trees. She climbed. There were no angry chittering squirrels in it either. Thanks miss… Liz? Clearly the rattatosk in this tree, along with all the birds in the sky, we’re needed elsewhere
Could not do anything from outside? Yes, they could. She did not refute his statement though, as it was his scenario in which she was present. He had created it, therefore… he probably knew the important details better than she.
It was true, there was a standoff though. If only the idiot hostage taker would bumble out into the open where she could— she clenched her fist. Oh well.
”Fine,” Lenna agreed.
She listened to his summation. Looked him dead in the eyes. ”You know, you are giving me far too much information for someone who created the situation. Please, let me figure this out on my own. No spoilers!” She rattled off, Colombian accent thick.
Hopefully, he did not think she could levitate upwards. Maybe slow descent, but upwards? Not currently. Not to the extent of ten floors upwards. Her telekinesis was far more limited. At least, for the moment.
Fire escape, it is.
”Stay here. Watch the entrance. I will contact you mentally if I need your help,” Lenna stated briskly. She started walking up the fire escape.
Of course, she had no capability for mental communication. She had lied to Sam. For this mission, she wished to avoid spoilers or coddling. It had bothered her that the last mission she had been on had needed to be a team affair. She was perfectly capable of doing things for herself. She was far older than when she had first De-aged.
The ascent took several minutes, but she hurried. Otherwise, it would have taken longer. Along the way, she snatched a broken piece of rock that had once been part of the building. She grabbed that off the ground floor level, and brought it all the way up to a locked door on the third. Then, she raised the rock and prepared to attempt to break the glass of the door with the rock. A thought causes her to cease, moments from impact. Her brow furrowed.
Lenna focused on the space on the other side of the door, and made a bubble of telekinetic force around the push bar. Pulled towards her. The door opened, and she went in.
Quietly, she went down the stairwell until she was by the door near the ground floor area where the hostage situation was taking place. She peeked through the window, careful not to be seen. Watched for a moment, to understand the full situation.
The bioluminescent effect was interesting to Lenna for many reasons. One was that her mind, when targeting objects and creatures, highlighted them orange. Another was that light cast by things was not able to be targeted. This had the effect of making physical things that gave off light give off two separate colors… simultaneously… to her eyes and mind alone. This was in contrast to how regular people see several colors in the world every day, often in similar ways to this, but… spend enough time in one shade, then see more… wizard of Oz effect, yes? Jarring. Beautiful, too.
She nodded at the waterproof explanation because it made sense, then her and Shin listened to the queen. Watched the show.
Shin took it all in. Lying mystics betrayed people they had lived with. Wells were where they could access Magic. Not everywhere had them, yadda yadda. But all was not well in the city of Atlantis, for the high advisor made a doorway to the mystical realm, and…
Bad things. Demons. Shaggy dog stories. Many Bothans were lost. Shin nodded.
Atlantis sunk. It no longer has the energy to ruin things. But…
Lenna smiled. Through clenched teeth. He was not supposed to take her joke, and make to run away with it.
Yes. It made sense. It all made sense. He had seen her at her worst. Now he needed to see her at her best. Which meant pinpoint accuracy. Carefully made decisions. Lethal logic. And… managing a hostage situation. Which left a bad taste in her mouth.
A bank was the location. There were police, and they had cordoned off the area to keep out random passerby. How, then, was she to enter the scene? Tell them “let me through, I am an X-man?” No. As she had learned through various forms of social media, all cops are bastards. They would not help. They would get in her way. They would assume the worst about her, and make her job even harder. What she needed to do was help them without them knowing she was helping at all.
A positive side effect of subtle aid is that the hostage taker likely feels less threatened. When it is merely police presence, rather than super human interference, the whole scenario is more mundane. Simpler. There is only the problem of police to handle. Will they attack, will they do nothing… somewhere in the middle? There are less moving pieces. Less variables, than when a super hero with an unknown power is on the scene.
What was the range on her power again? Positioned as she was, behind the police cordon with the rest of the pedestrians, this was one of many relevant questions to be asked. Another was the identity of the villain. Power set? Threat to the hostage? Amount of police presence? Was a police officer there who would jeopardize everything?
As the session started, Lenna watched and worked to answer those questions and more. She was silent, lips drawn into a thin line.
A person, cuffed, on a leash.
Sam crossed his arms across his chest and waited. Lenna crossed her arms across her chest and waited.
She looked at him. Both of them, surrounded by the crowd. On the outside. ”More data is required. I wish to only move when it counts.”
Her power would be invisible. And she could affect things in so many ways. Something shifted just the right amount, something sent to fly at an in opportune time. So much she could do! But not on incomplete information! Chess players do not simply react. They are familiar with all the options available to them and their opponents, the various ways those options might be employed… they plan, often several moves in advance. The hostage taker needed to take the lead.
((Sorry for the delay. Life. Let’s try and wrap this up in a few posts so it’s closed? Hah.))
She ate, while silly people did silly things. And watched the stare down. Watched to see how Aura handled the new information. She processed it well enough.
Aura filled in a bit of the information leading up to her capture, things Lenna had been unable to fully investigate. Backstabbing and kidnapping. And she was fine with others taking care of what was left of that neat of kidnapping backstabbers. Lenna nodded.
Some wind left her sails, hearing how aura had been forced to kill someone. And not a couple hours before their arrival. And more, before then. She felt awful about it, did not seem to want to fight Sam, and was leaving it to him. Lenna also left it to his discretion.
He did not immediately arrest anyone: he sounded like he had been in similar situations. Lack of control.
Lenna nodded at the thanks given. ”You would do the same for me, I am certain.” She stated. And even more so, now.
Everything the woman had gone through… it made sense how she felt. Lenna would have been in similar straits if she had been caught. Shudder to think. Though, when she had worked for Cortez… she also would have had a lack of control.
Look at us all, a bunch of people who have been used.
>> “Im assuming my Frosty Friend, you have objections to the simple plan of just wiping them off the earth to defend Us and even humanity?" Aura said.
Again, Lenna looked to Sam.
>> “Not my call to make. However, if you can gather information on them for me and my team we will gladly deal with it. If they continue to try and kidnap our kind, harm us in anyway. They will need to be stopped.” he paused for a moment, ”By any means necessary.” He said.
Lenna nodded. Now that that had been settled. ”Maybe we can find a book or something. Some way to end this at its source.” She said, not really expecting anything of the sort to ever happen. Not by a long shot. Things did not neatly and conveniently work out like that, in her experience. They were messy. Often, very messy. She clapped her hands.
”Okay! Now that we have handled the heavy talk, let us for the moment attempt to forget about our troubles. We have pizza. Let us eat it and work towards moving on.”
Her eyes, they rolled, at his comments. Come find her? He knew, and she knew, he would not have had to do any such thing. Which, she realized with a hint of self aware embarrassment, had been the joke in its entirety. She smiled in an attempt to cover it up. It came off entirely like a ticked off teen who realized they had been foolish, caught in the act. Trying to laugh it off.
She nodded at his question of readiness. ”No weapons, except for my mind.” She confirmed. And her fists, elbows, knees, feet… those did not count though, yes?
>> ”Glad you took me up on my offer to join the team pending the results of this session.” Sam said.
Lenna imagined a scene from one of the Godfather films, about an offer someone couldn’t refuse. ”How could I refuse?” She confirmed.
Titles meant status meant never having to make explanations for why you were in places one really has no reason to be.
Did she have any questions?
”Are you planning to put me in entirely non-violent situations to test my amazing interpersonal skills.” She did the “air quotes” around the words “interpersonal” and “skills.” What skills?
The library was elegant. That was the first thin Shin noticed. Kealey would have whistled low, and muttered under her breath about inspirations for clothing designs.
Lenna was mainly impressed all the gemstones came in orange. That had to be difficult, to obtain so much of one single color of object. Then, she rolled her eyes because only she saw in shades of the color orange. Lenna focused her Telekinetic abilities in an orange bubble only she could see, around her hand. the world outside that bubble flushed with natural colors and light. Regal. Books enough to last a lifetime. But this was not their final destination.
Shin clicked his tongue as his math vision measured and calculated various facts, including the rooms dimensions, as well as the exact number of tomes (for future reference). X per row, Y rows. Each shelf the same, Z shelves. The equation was simple enough. If some shelves differed in dimensions, he added them to the ever-growing equation in his head. It kept him busy for a minute.
As they walked to the next area, Shin stepped to one side and told Mirror the exact amount of books in the room. ”Just so you know,” Shin added helpfully. He smiled.
The lower chambers did not seem as good to Lenna. “Dank” was a term the children utilized for good. This was not very dank. It may have been “dank,” though. The second definition. Further inquiries needed to fully ascertain.
Shin walked through water. ”Ew. Hope it’s not so dank the books are all moldy.” He made a face.
Lenna looked at him, and nodded the slightest of nods of affirmation. She said “Yes.”
”The damp conditions in these depths… she must really like these books.” She said sarcastically, to no one in particular. But probably towards Carrick and his girlfriend. They seemed the type to appreciate terrible humor. ”To keep them in such an environment, I mean. Terrible.”
Shin did not buy her look of feigned innocence one bit.
Eventually, they reached the chamber in disrepair, with the obsidian structure. Shin thought it looked neat. He seconded Mirror’s question about what the thing was.
It was a Saturday, and there was no class. CS had no class, because he had scheduled it for a Saturday. Things can be done that are not school-related on a Saturday. He could have scheduled it on a Friday, so she would have been able to cite it as a reason that she could skip class. He could have given her no class, but he had not. This, Sam had no class. And she had… had class. For this, she had yet to forgive the man. Still, the trainee test had importance. So she had not skipped it like some sort of skippable class.
Lenna was dressed in workout clothing of assorted colors and hues. Orange yoga pants, blue sneakers, red and white striped socks, and a rainbow-striped top. No weapons had been brought, except for her mind. She thought if she had been told to use her mind, she would have brought as many weapons as could feasibly be attached to her person, but… that would not have been a good test of her mutation. She had humored the request.
She was on time to the danger room, and maybe even a little early. Lenna entered to see what test lay before her, to achieve the title of “trainee.” Titles are just words, but words have importance. And this one would give her more reason to assist the X-men in the field. So… yes.
Carrick had sunglasses on his head. Hers, mirrored, were over her eyes. They reflected the queens face as she spoke to the woman she had been told had a head of red. Had someone mentioned a beach on this mission? Perhaps, Lenna thought, I have misheard the word? The queen seemed much more of a b— she put her air pods back in as they moved towards the library. Someone was singing of big big energy. The beat, it pumped her up.
Books were weapons. She liked weapons. Dressed in all black, with a leather jacket a size too large, she could conceal many. Not that she was. But she could. If she really had wanted to.
Mystics, Lenna had clashed with several times. On the roof of a moving train, in Canada, saving Aura, and a couple of times since then, which seemed not to be worthy of description. Mystic, like beach, seemed a word mispronounced. They seemed more a mistake. They kidnapped children and summoned demon dogs, erased memories and muddled minds. Even changed others faces. Some were good, some bad. Their speaker was one. Poor her?
Lenna wished knowledge to prepare and prevent further troubles.
And then, Aura was there. A flash. A knife. A clash. A broken tiara clattered to the floor. Twice. Two pieces. Bisected by the flash and the knife. Lenna had felt too sluggish to react. Probably for the best. She looked to Aura’s forehead, source of the flash and the lost tiara. A cut had appeared. Hrm. She had cut herself? But the tiara was gone, and—
Someone screamed. Greeeat. Then Aura screamed. Also great.
Who was Kestral? Someone who had died long ago. Oh. Okay. Lenna lazily readied herself for another potential battle. But it turned out, she had not needed to.
Aura spoke. And a lot of it made little sense, without context. Lenna figured she was simply trying to get her head under control after… that… and that the dance partner she referred to was… her, before she became her current self. Older her? Yes.
Lenna shrugged.
>> "I am dead right? I have done enough for our people already." Aura said.
Sam spoke before Lenna could. He said Lenna had helped save Aura, and Lenna raised a slice in a mock salute.
Sam spoke more, then turned the floor over to Lenna. Lenna took a deep breath.
”Okay. So. After the train debacle, you were captured. I searched. With their help, we came to rescue you. I vowed I would save you. I did. As for the rest of the mutants who were captured (and their rescued status), and I quote from Sam:” She did the deep voice, one-eye routine again. Try and try again, until you get your trick right.
“If they have not, they will be. I called in a favor and the Canadian and US are sending a crew in to clean the place out. They did not know it the island was being used to house a magic controlled fight club. You say any of those words with ‘fight club’ and it got them all worked up.”
”So, you are safe. Things are being done for the rest of the mutants you were trying to help. And— you have pizza.”
She scooped up two slices, one in each hand. One was Zek’s fudge and pineapple monstrosity. One was meat lovers. She placed the Zek slice on a paper plate, and the other on another. Then, Lenna set the Zek pizza plate and the other one directly in front of Aura and let her make the decision. Lenna would have opted for both. If she had to make the decision. Especially if Aura wanted to off herself. Chocolate pineapple pizza would be a fine choice, for that.
