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.
Posted by Astrid Dubois on Apr 2, 2017 17:27:18 GMT -6
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"That is alright," Astrid beamed as she watched Cait walk into the room, her accent thick, even in her excitement. She knew full well how terrible the bus system could be, and didn't blame her for being a smidge late. Sure, Astrid didn't have to use the buses, but with threats walking around, it was generally safer if she didn't shove her mutation in too many people's faces if she didn't have to. Besides, Astrid really hadn't minded waiting.
She followed Cait's line of vision over to her wings and then smiled brightly. People often stared at her wings, but often with expressions of disgust, not of interest. "Would you like to touch them?" she asked her, shifting in her seat a little so the angle would be better for her. Her wings were like any other part of her body, really; she didn't mind if people touched them, but she did like to have warning first.
"I am excited too! This will be a lot of fun," she wiggled with excitement, her wings shaking a little as she did. It wasn't very often that she was able to play with other people that cared as much as she did for the instrument. Sure, she got to play at school, but so many of the other kids were apathetic toward music, and that didn't make for an enjoyable environment.
She took the sheet music that she'd been handed and set her violin down in her lap in order to use both hands. Most of the music was very different from what she typically played, but that made it even more exciting. One of the best parts about music was that anyone from any culture could enjoy it. Plus, it looked like she was going to find out a bit more about Cait, which was a plus.
"Something fun!" Astrid decided and handed the stack of papers back to the woman. There were far too many from her to choose from, so she let Cait pick, figuring that she could make a more informed decision. "Do you have a favourite?'
Astrid wiggled in her seat. It was going to be an awesome day. Ever since she'd found out that Cait, a fellow member of the X-Men played the violin professionally, she'd wanted nothing more than to be able to play with her and possibly learn from her.
And then they would braid each other's hair and talk about wonderful things, and-
She was getting ahead of herself. Astrid composed herself and held her violin more steadily on her lap. Maybe Cait wouldn't want to do those things. She really didn't know the Scottish woman all that well, anyway, so who was to say that she'd go for anything about the situation?
She did, to Astrid's delight, agree to play with her. That much was for certain. So, Astrid sat waiting for her in one of the offices in the top of the hospital that the X-team had rented, plucking at her strings distractedly. It was already tuned, and there were two chairs and two stands set up and ready to go, so all that had to happen was for the redhead to show up.
Astrid just hoped that she would be as in to all the ideas that she had as she was.
<Well we have to do something. I promised Adele that I would be home by seven. It’s quarter after six and we’ve been sitting here for almost two hours!>
<Just call her, then. We have to wait for the girl to come to. Her statement is useless if she’s not thinking clearly.>
Astrid blinked her eyes open in confusion, looking around the hospital room. She couldn’t remember…
Oh.
She had half expected some sort of freak out after waking up in the hospital when she had planned everything out in her head. Instead, she felt fine. She knew exactly what was going on. She was in Paris. She had fallen - nay, jumped - from that building. She didn’t remember landing, but everything else made sense. She simply didn’t know how much time had passed between events.
There were bandages on her body in different spots, and there was a gash on her arm where she had clearly received stitches. Her one of her arms was handcuffed to the metal bar that ran along the side of the bed. Her wings didn’t hurt as much as she thought they would. Instead, it was more of a dull, absent ache, rather than the intense, horrible pain she had felt right after the crash. It made her wonder what sorts of medications they had her on.
She was wearing a hospital gown, which meant that someone had removed her clothes. She felt violated. Used. Cheap. But she took a deep breath and pushed her feelings aside for the time being. She was through the worst of things; it was just the aftermath now.
The two cops that had been not-so-quietly speaking about her stared at her intently from across the bed.
<Can you tell me your name, Chère?>
Valkyrie bit her lip to keep from yelling profanities at the cops. She needed to maintain a sweet, innocent image. She was in France, her native country, so she wasn’t an illegal immigrant. However, she was still in the care of the state, meaning that they could take her back to the orphanage. Whatever. She had found a way out before, and she could do it again.
<Astrid Dubois.>
<And do you know where you are?>
<A hospital somewhere. Paris.>
<Good. Age?>
<Fourteen.>
<Okay, and what were you doing on the top of that building?>
<Exploring.>
The first cop, the one asking the questions, drew his lips into a frown. He had clearly been hoping for something more incriminating. He took a deep breath, gave his partner a look, and then continued.
<Why did you jump off?>
<Slipped.>
<And did you try to kill those people? What do you have against humans?>
A bigot. Perfect.
<Paul!>
<What? It couldn’t have been an accident!>
<She’s just a kid!>
<Mutie b**** killed seventeen people!> He turned back to Astrid and stared intensely at her, as if the he were expecting very action of him doing so would result in some sort of spontaneous combustion, or a large object falling from the ceiling.
<Look at her! Cut her some slack; she's been through hell and back.>
<A hell she created.>
Seventeen people. A modest number, but it would do nicely. Astrid tried to keep her lips from forming a smile, and wiggled around in her bed, letting the pain of doing so aid her in gathering tears. Sell it, she reminded herself.
<I-I didn’t mean to! It was an accident! I lost control!> Astrid blubbered and leaned back into the pillows. She covered her face with her uncuffed hand, allowing it to make up for any failed attempts at facial expressions. Acting really wasn’t her forte. <I’m so, so sorry! I didn’t mean to!>
The second cop’s face softened, and he looked at his partner. <Come on, Paul. We’ve got what we need, and you can probably still make it home in time.>
Paul’s upper lip twitched and he looked at Astrid with utter hatred. <You know, my son was attacked by one of your kind. You think that just because you have powers that you can just do whatever you want? Huh? Is that what you think?> The man lunged at her and wrapped a meaty hand around her neck.
Astrid made a noise of surprise and gasped at the sudden pressure put on her windpipe. She gasped for air and writhed under his grip, wincing at the pain that accompanied her movements.
<You going to stop me, mutie trash? You going to do something?> Paul glowered at her, a bloodthirsty look in his blue eyes. For the second time that day, Astrid was scared.
The second cop’s hands were on his partner’s back, trying to calm him down. <Put her down. This isn’t about Hugo. Do you really want a murdered mutant on your record forever?>
<Fine.> Paul spat on the ancient, bleached white sheets of Astrid’s bed and glared at her one last time, adjusting his jacket before turning away. His badge gleamed in the fluorescent hospital lights.
<Get some rest. You’re going to need it before your trial. Someone will come to get you once you’ve recovered a bit,> the second cop offered her a tiny bit of sympathy in his glance. He followed his partner out of the room and shut the door behind him.
Astrid sighed and leaned back into the bed. She could breathe again, but her heart was still beating at rate much higher than usual. She shouldn’t have been scared of those men, but she had been. She had been completely powerless. He could have killed her right then and there.
Every inch of her body ached and screamed against what she had done to it. The pain hadn’t quite settled until she had a moment to consider it, but the longer she sat, the worst it got. She scrunched up her face as she readjusted herself in the bed, realizing that all she could do was wait and hope that her efforts had amounted to something. Hope that she hadn’t just given everything for naught.
Posted by Astrid Dubois on Mar 26, 2017 20:56:23 GMT -6
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The world had gone quiet.
Astrid lay still in the crater created by her fall and stared straight up at the sky. It was so peaceful, watching the rain fall from that angle. She blinked away thick droplets of fresh water that fell on her eyelids.
Her eyes travelled from the sky down to the street in front of her. She had made a nasty dent in it. Her wings were wrapped around her - significantly shorter than before she had fallen, but they had done their job of keeping her mostly guarded from the fall. She laughed quietly at the way one crystal was sticking straight out of the hardened stone.
Except that laughing moved her wing.
It was comprised of feathers again, but it was different somehow. Was it supposed to twist like that? She didn’t remember it ever… OH GOD IT WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO TWIST LIKE THAT!
Everything hit her at once.
There was screaming coming from far away. No, it wasn’t far away. It was coming from her. She was screaming. There were others, too, yelling about something, but she was the loudest. It was her own voice that pierced her ears and yet she couldn’t seem to make it stop.
There was pain, too. Oh god, was there ever pain. She wished that she was falling again, just to make it all stop. She couldn’t even pinpoint where the pain was coming from, exactly. It was from every corner of her body, and yet nowhere in particular.
There were people at the top of the crater. Some of them looked concerned, but others had faces twisted with rage. They were speaking French, but she couldn’t make anything out over the sound of her own screams.
Two people leapt down into the crater with arms outstretched. Her screams shifted into abnormal breathing, her throat scratched and raw. Their hands were almost on her, but the world went black before she could finish her thought.
Posted by Astrid Dubois on Mar 26, 2017 20:56:01 GMT -6
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Note: This solo was written for the Utopia plot, but since it was cancelled, I never got to post it. However, I had big plans for character development, and I really did like the solo, so it felt like a waste not to post it. So, fanfic board made sense!
It was a cold evening in Paris. Petrichor invaded the young girl's senses, giving her a clear mind about what she was planning to do.
The Seine had risen so much that the murky water was nearly at the top of the support walls that ran along the sides. Boat tours had been cancelled, and there were warnings posted along the main path warning parents to keep their children back from the edges. But, that wasn't to say the tourist population had dwindled. People still flocked to the historic city like lemmings, making their way along the cobblestone streets to see the buildings they had heard so much about.
Astrid hated the tourists. They were noisy, took too many pictures, wore ugly, sensible shoes, and worst of all, they were usually American.
America. It really was the reason why she was there, standing on the roof of a tall, visible building. If she hadn't ever traveled there, she would probably be somewhere warm and dry instead of this.
Her black boots moved slowly along the weathered stone of the building. She had dreamed of being up there as a kid; she had dreamed of the sound her shoes might make as she stepped along the stone, wreaking havoc on the people below her. The reason why escaped her, but the dreams had been so clear in her mind. She simply wished that she was experiencing it under better circumstances.
She clung with a firm grip to a wrought iron bar that jutted from the rooftop. She wasn’t afraid of heights in the slightest. In fact, she loved them. Yet looking down at the ground below her made her stomach twist in violent knots.
What was she doing, exactly? Well, she was following the instructions of her faction. Of the mysterious Loki. She was doing what she had been specifically asked to do. After all, it was only her that could perform the task. It was only her that could do what needed to be done. Only her. So, her mind was made up. She knew what she had to do.
But dammit if it wouldn't hurt.
Astrid balled her hands into fists, closed her eyes, and pressed her arms to her chest in the shape of an X. Her huge, crystal wings spread out behind her, glinting in the light of the dying sun. She could feel the edge of the building with the toe of her boot. It was just a few steps forwards. All she had to do was step off.
Why was she so scared? She had flown before. She had felt the sensation of falling. But, this time was different. This time, there would be no gentle swoop upwards. There would be nothing stopping her from hitting the ground.
In a split second the young girl had forced all reason from her mind and stepped off the edge to plummet to the ground. She fell in a hailstorm of crystals that were released at intense speeds as she spun through the air. It was a short flight, but she made the most of it. She spun quickly, releasing crystals from the ends of each wing on each rotation.
Wind whipped around her, blocking all sound. It was just her, her crystals, and the falling for three glorious seconds.
Character's full name: Astrid Grey Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Known as Astrid Dubois before adoption; Codename: Seraph Gender: Female Age: 15 Date of Birth: (mm/dd/year) 12/21/2001 Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Loches, France Nationality: French Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Unknown, caucasian
Appearance
Hair color and style: Brown, wavy, comes down to just below her shoulders. Usually kept down or in a pony tail. Skin Tone: Fair Eye Color: Blue Height: 5'8" Build: Slim with sharp features and jutting bones. She appears gawky and awkward, like her limbs are too long in comparison to the rest of her body. Visible mutation: Huge light blue/grey wings on her back. Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Pierced ears. Other features: N/A
Everyday clothing style: Astrid likes to keep up with trends. Her favourite colour is blue, so she’ll often stick to shades of that in the most recent style. Most of her clothing is altered to suit her wings. Uniform: X-trainee uniform, altered to fit her wings. Sleepwear: Blue pjs.
Character
Personality: Astrid tries her best to see the good in most situations. She recognizes that she has a lot to be thankful for, and acts accordingly. She’s generally sweet, polite, and helpful, and believes that everyone has some good in them. She has no issue making friends. Hobbies/ Interests: Playing violin, yoga, training, talking to people. Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Astrid has claustrophobia and she fears losing her family and ending up back where she began. Special Talents: Excellent violinist; very flexible and adept at yoga. Fluent in both French and English.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Good. Astrid believes that everyone has good in them and that people can change. She tries not to resort to violence if she can help it.
Mutations
Unchanged save for wing colouring.
Physical Abilities
Unchanged.
History Of Your Character
Astrid's mutant powers were evident from birth, given the wings protruding from her back. She was born in a small town in France to incredibly religious parents. They took her appearance as a sign that they had done something wrong to deserve her, and subsequently left her in a nearby forest.
However, her cries were heard by a man travelling nearby, and he found her and cared for her until he found somewhere else for her to stay. He named her "Astrid", meaning divine strength, because she survived a night in the cold when she should have died.
The man eventually brought her to the government, where she spent most of her childhood in and out of foster homes and orphanages. However, Astrid didn’t let that get her down. She learned to be friendly to other people in every situation, and grew up with lots of friends because of it.
Then, when Astrid was nine, she was adopted by a nice redheaded lady. Rebecca Grey took her back to America, where she’s spent the rest of her life since then. Since then, Astrid has spent her time training to be an X-Men and learning English.
Posted by Astrid Dubois on Mar 21, 2017 18:37:52 GMT -6
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>>“What kind of music and why do you need it?”
The man was clearly picking at straws. Astrid could tell from his stupid grin that he had no idea what he was doing. What an idiot. Whose dumb idea had it been to send her there of all places?
Oh... right. It had been that man's idea. The one who had saved her. The one that she'd made a promise to be helpful to. Why did she make promises? She hated keeping them, and this one just sucked. Yet she still felt bad for not doing what she'd said she'd do.
But ugh. Could the man make it any more difficult?
<I play the cello,> Astrid said with her usual eye roll and sigh. She didn't know how that was going to do anything at all in terms of helping her, but she answered the question. She was being helpful, and not causing that much trouble.
Posted by Astrid Dubois on Mar 21, 2017 18:27:01 GMT -6
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Once they had found their groove, it didn’t take long for the two of them to make their way through the crowd of men. The ones that they didn’t manage to kill or maim quickly took themselves out of the equation. It was a smart move, and one that Astrid was glad that they were making.
By that point in the journey, she was bruised, bleeding, low on ammunition, and worst of all, sweaty. The heat and intense sun did not make for a good situation to be a having a fight in.
Astrid stood up and watched the rest of the men run. She knew that they were probably finding new weapons or more people, but she didn’t bother to go after them. She needed a break. Maybe some water or something.
With her free moment, she took a good look at how she had fared during the fight. She was alive, sure, but she was not happy to be there by any stretch of the imagination. Plus, she’d used so many of her crystals during the fight that she didn’t have enough feathers left over to fly anywhere. She was going to have to stick to walking. Wonderful, just wonderful.
She glanced Surtr with an annoyed expression as she dug around for sunscreen in her bag. She had a moment to reapply, and she was going to take full advantage of it. No more burning than necessary.
Her partner was just as caked in dirt and blood as she was, if not more. Probably the strangest thing about his appearance was the fact that he was holding a bloody crystal that couldn’t have come from anywhere but her wings. He must’ve picked it up during the fight, she figured.
”What now?” Astrid asked him, not even attempting to hide the annoyance in her voice. She was hot, injured, and uncomfortable, and she just wanted the mission to be over with.
Astrid’s eyes bulged as she watched a woman walk into the formerly sad looking warehouse. Astrid knew exactly who she was. She was the bone bikini girl. The woman who’d been part of the order. Killed countless people. The teen had researched that woman to the point where she felt like she almost knew her.
It was Isabel Duskmoor. Astrid was standing in the same room as Isabel Duskmoor. The avian mutant let out a noise of excitement that was a mix between a squeal and a shriek of fear, and stood completely still, letting the noise out as her donut fell on the floor.
More people made their way into the building, including an array of random people that Astrid had never seen before. She didn’t even bother to look up at them. None of them could possibly hold a candle to the infamous Isabel.
Astrid suddenly felt incredibly self-conscious. Did she look okay? Did she have anything in her teeth? Did she look weird just standing there making that weird noise? She felt like she looked weird.
The teen forced herself to stop making the noise that she had been and stood up straighter. She looked around the room as she tried to refocus herself. Some fancy looking man had walked in with a tiger lady that she thought she might have met once or twice, and there was a whole host of strange looking people.
The meeting was starting. In a bit of a haze, Astrid walked forward and took a seat. Not too close to Isabel, but close enough that she could get away with sneaking a glance at her idol every now and then.
October was talking, but Astrid wasn’t listening. She was trying to figure out what exactly she could say to Isabel that would keep her from looking like a complete idiot, which was difficult when English was something she had to struggle for. Would Isabel even want to talk to her, though? Probably not, she decided. Compared to her, Astrid was some nobody, and all her crimes paled in comparison.
So, Astrid sat silently in the audience, zoning out slightly as she tried to figure out how she would go about approaching the woman she so looked up to.
Posted by Astrid Dubois on Mar 17, 2017 13:14:37 GMT -6
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Most of what the woman said went right over Astrid's head. There were quite a few large, specific English words that she wasn't really used to hearing. So, many of the sentences made no sense to the young girl. She cocked her head, trying to make sense of what she might be trying to say.
Eventually, Astrid just shook her head. It wasn't worth trying to figure out what she might be saying. It probably wouldn't be all that scary anyway.
>>"That's not the point, though. I was just on my way downtown... do you live down here?"
That, Astrid could understand. "Yes," she nodded. She lived in the basement of the Jaager Worldwide building. Why Ragnarok housing was under such a well known, powerful building, she really didn't know. She also didn't bother to inquire.
"The downtown being that way," Astrid stuck her thin arm out and pointed in a random direction. She actually had no idea where it was from their location, she mostly just wanted the woman gone. Definitely not so she could try to summon Bloody Mary again...
Posted by Astrid Dubois on Mar 15, 2017 15:53:06 GMT -6
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All that Astrid could do after she spoke was hope that the man was repeating exactly what she had said and not fabricating his own tale. It was a bit of a trust exercise, really. She was putting her very fate in the hands of a man whose name she hadn't bothered to ask.
To her relief, the police nodded along with what he was saying and didn't appear to be making a move for her. Apparently what he'd told them had been sufficient enough to make their deal go through. That was all Astrid really needed.
>>”You’re going to be taken up to talk to a friend of mine. He runs Sanctuary and honestly? He’s a good guy. Try not to be a total brat to him, okay kid? He’s sticking his neck out for us here.”
Astrid nodded gratefully. She didn't really want to be nice to the man that she was going to see, but she did owe that guy. She owed him a lot, actually. He'd essentially just saved her life. Even if it was his fault that they were in that situation at all.
She scooted awkwardly out of the car, the task being made far more difficult by the fact that she couldn't move her arms from behind her back. It was amazing how many things were made that much more difficult by restricted movement.
Once she was out of the van, a cop moved behind her and led her into the building. The man had been uncuffed, but it seemed that the cops were still a little worried about letting her roam free before they were done with her. It was probably a good move in the long run.
Astrid felt a hand on her shoulder, and she looked up to meet the man's eyes. <You too,> she nodded toward him as she was led into the Sanctuary.
Posted by Astrid Dubois on Mar 15, 2017 14:50:51 GMT -6
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The police were clearly doing their best to be kind to her. Astrid was grateful for that, in the very least. If she was going to be arrested, at least they were doing it nicely, without extreme force. Her arms were pulled behind her back, a little ways under her wings, and maneuvered into a pair of handcuffs. They were uncomfortable, and she was still angry, but she wasn't fighting against them.
>>”I will do everything I can,”
<Thank you,> Astrid nodded toward the man. He didn't have to do that for her, but he had. Even after she'd stabbed him. Maybe people weren't all as horrible as she assumed. It was strange what different circumstances could do for ones' world view.
>>”We’re not going to the Station; we’re going to Sanctuary.”
Astrid felt as though a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. They weren't going to jail. Sure, they weren't going anywhere good, but at least she wasn't about to be incarcerated. There were few things that would be worse than that.
The two of them were led out of the store and toward a police van that was waiting for them outside. Astrid ducked her head as she was ushered into the van. She let the man move to the middle seats while she went to the back. She took up all three seats for her wings, letting them spread out behind her. Cars were annoying, but vans were less so. Yet another thing for her to be grateful for.
<Can you translate?> She asked the man once she was settled into the back of the van. She was supposed to give her statement. She could do that, just not in English.
Without waiting for an answer, Astrid dove into her tale. <I went to the store to get money. I was hungry, so I wanted to buy food. I know that I shouldn't have, but I tried to rob the place. Then the man pulled a gun. I tried to defend myself, and then that man came to fight. Then the police came.>
She'd told the truth. Sure, there were good chunks of it missing, but it was the truth nonetheless, and hopefully a truth that would keep her out of jail.
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>>"There are plenty of real things out there that can scare the s**t out of anyone"
Yes, Astrid knew that. She'd had her fair share of real life scares. Usually they involved the police and the thought of jail, though. Very few things actually scared her. Other that tight spaces. Those were horrible. She shook her head at the thought of even being shoved in a tight space.
It seemed that she didn't have to worry about that too much, though. Mirror seemed to be talking about something else. Astrid just didn't know what, exactly. Heights? Murders? Stab wounds? None of those scared her. Actually, they sounded like a regular Tuesday.
"What you need?" Astrid asked her, eyes narrowed suspiciously. If she said clowns or something, then she would not be impressed. Clowns were not scary. Not at all. Plus, she would need something good to make up for the lack of mirror demon in her bathroom.
She leaned against the bathroom counter, arms still folded as she listened for an answer.
