The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
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The girl had just convinced him, after his own rather half hearted protests, to join her on the dance floor. Well, maybe tonight could be salvaged. Losing a drink didn't feel so bad when a gorgeous lass was hitting on you and he'd be a fool not to take her up on the offer. Leading him by the hand, she was pulling him deeper onto the dance floor when he was shoved hard from behind. Quickly turning to give the ignorant sod a piece of his mind, he was shocked to see....no one. OK, that was weird, he'd definitely been pushed. What alerted him to a problem was the icy glares he felt in his back. Of course he'd spilled his drink on the lass. Of course she got mad. Of course she ranted at him for 15 minutes.
Finally managing to get away from the very upset girl. He sat down at the bar and started going through his options. Either he was having even worse luck than his usual bad run, or someone was messing with him. Paranoid as it sounded, he was going with the later. He'd been in enough fights to know when someone had pushed him and he was in no mood now for games. If some invisible prankster wanted to push him about, he would push back.
Artair spent a little time, wracking his brain with more and more elaborate methods of revenge. No, this needed something simple. Something direct. Weird, why was there a drink next to him? Surely the bartender hadn't given him another one. Unless, was it meant as a peace offering? Taking it and downing it in one go, he was resolved. It was too late for peace. Now, now it was time for some fun of his own. Slapping a couple of notes on the bar, as a thanks to the guy behind the bar, he set off towards the reception again.
A quick conversation with the secretary and thanking her again for some much help, he was directed to an elevator. A few short rides later and he found himself in a pretty empty storeroom. It had a few shelves dotted here and there, most of them empty. At least it was empty. Good, he'd rather not have an audience for this. it might get personal. Or worse. But that could wait, for now he needed to clear his mind and running through his forms was a good way to start.
Stripping out of his jacket and whiskey soaked t-shirt, he pulled a towel and spare staff t-shirt from off one the of shelves. Quickly drying himself and pulling on the new shirt, he was glad to be dry again. Making a mental note to repay Devon somehow, he spent a few minutes calming down, trying to let his anger simmer down a touch. He contemplated his current problem. Maybe it was time to have a chat.
"Well then, you still there or am I just losing it?"
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It was good to know she wasn't the only one, she just couldn't understand why they'd make clothes pretty much no one can pull off. At least Raine was paying attention, Cait catching her in the corner of her eye snapping a picture of their guy.
"Hmm, napkins? Oh, yeah, sorry sweetie." Of course she'd need napkins, they hadn't picked the cleanest snack to get. Pulling some out of her bag she passed them across, grinning at the amount Raine had managed to get over her hands. Cait however wasn't wasting any, idly licking any stray chocolate off her fingers, keeping one eye out for their quarry.
Well at least Raine had clocked the same guy, she'd trust her own intuition but having confirmation sealed the deal.
Oh god the ice cream guy, she didn't need reminding. "Oh he was lovely, sweet, just a perfect catch. Shame he was already taken." She paused dramatically before continuing, "Him and his boyfriend were adorable though." This was becoming something of an annoying trend. The last three guys she hit on had turned out to be gay. Almost made a girl want to swear of men. Almost.
"You have any luck? Don't let my bad streak stop you," she said giving her friend a pointed look. There was a underlying message saying go have fun in the look. Hopefully she would, Cait was curious about Raines flirting methods. Maybe she could pick up some moves.
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The image in his head solidified, he just needed to pull it into reality. Slammed his fist into the side of one the men still wrestling with him, he scattered the caestus and drew out the sword. The feeling of it in his hand was good. This, this was a weapon. hitting the same man in the same place with its hilt, then bringing it back in a viscous attack he broke the guys nose, sending him spinning off in pain. Good, now he could really bring it to bear.
Unfortunately as he'd done this, the first guy he'd knocked away was wrestling with the kid, looked like he was trying to smash his phone. Swearing, he was stopped from coming to the lads aid, both his opponents were on they're feet again, this time with nasty looking combat knives out. Looked like they knew how to use them too.
Trading quick blows and keeping them at length, Artair rapidly had to reassess the situation. A mistake from either side would prove deadly and with three of them, chances are it'd be Scottish blood split. The lad was moving though, getting away from one of them. It looked like he was running. Good, if the lad got free, Artair could fight a retreat towards the street and break for freedom easier. Launching a quick flurry of blows agaisnt his two, it proved to be enough of a distraction. The lad was free. Artair only hoped he could do the same.
Slowly back up turned out to be a problem. Without the element of surprise all three were focused on him. Circling him, they kept trying to cut of escape. For once, his lucked was good. The thug with a broken nose overstepped earning a nasty cut to his thigh. Quickly moving into him, Artair slashed his achilles heel for good measure. Leaping backwards, he threw his sword at them and sent it spin with his mind. Now, now it was time to run.
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Picking a particularly nice twenty one year, Kirkwall's own scotch, he took a slow sips, reveling in the taste of it. Haven was seeming like a good idea. Who was he to argue with booze and fighting. Putting his drink down, the sound of laughter drew his eyes across the room. There was a great feeling in here, he thought to himself. He could really imagine hanging out here more often. The many, many pretty faces had nothing to do with his decision. There were even some celebrities and local figures dotted about, some on the main dance floor, others heading up to what he thought was a VIP area. Smiling to himself, he turned back for a second taste of that sweet uisge beatha.
Or he would have. He would have loved another sip of home, another taste of his Caledonia. He'd have liked all of that. But his Scotch was gone. Just, gone. Not many things were sacred to Artair but this was one of them. Addressing the bartender in a cool, level voice "Excuse, did you see anyone near my drink. It seems some stole it." He wasn't angry with the person behind the bar, it wasn't their fault. It wouldn't be fair to be rude to him. Turned out to be a good idea, the guy was really apologetic and offered him a free drink to replace it. Reassuring the poor guy, and thanking him for the replacement, he kept this one in a death grip.
OK, the second drink was helping calm his anger. Sipping at it occasionally he scanned the room. Devon had a good place going, everything was arranged perfectly to set a relaxed mood. He doubted anyone would want to try anything in such a luxurious place, although the, exclusivity, of the p;lace probably helped. That and the ever present security.
Smiling at a rather fetching lass who had walked passed, openly eyeing him up, he thought it might be time for some innocent flirting. In here it was a pick and mix of beautiful people, men and women who would be at home on a cat walk or at a modeling shoot. Just getting up in preparation, the woman he'd smiled to earlier returned, all smiles and charm. She struck up a conversation easily and as it turns out, she was fascinating. She'd supposedly lost her friends, asking him if they could talk while she waited for them. Well, who was he to not entertain such a nice young lady.
It was good to know he'd made the right call, Devon proved not only a very skilled fighter, his power was frightening. The pure black eyes certainly set a tone of 'Don't mess with me'. Artair had done well, but he was armed and shielded, random thugs just weren't prepared for that. But Devon? Devon had not just held his own, he was winning. Just the remains of a broken stick and he was slapping them about like children. Artair would have felt sorry for them, if he'd not seen what they were, what they wanted to do.
As much as he wanted too dive in, he was the only thing between them and the girl. He was under no illusions that they'd use her as a hostage, try to bargain with a life. His companion was more than holding his own, even a nasty hit didn't stop him retaliating immediately. Whoever Devon was, he knew how to fight. Also knew when to pull back, apparently, since he stepped back towards Artair. Good, he was thinking, bring them to us.
The thugs were hurt, one cradling his shattered elbow, another barely able to breathe. Any other group, any other time Artair would have pity, but them? They were scum. Pathetic cowards, willing to pick on the weak and defenseless. But two trained, well-armed men? They were wavering, ready to run. Maybe a wee bit of drama to finish them off, make them scatter. Before he could even think to try, Devon brought down the wrath of the gods. Lighting smashed down into the alley, following his gesture, near blinding Artair.
OK, he thought, that should do it. The wind just seemed a tad over kill after that but damn was it effective. Even adding in a menacing march towards. He moved with the man, letting an evil grin curl his mouth. Any last defiant thoughts clearly left the group and the broke, stumbling away at various speeds. Scattering his weapons he turned to Devon, "Cheers for the help, I really appreciate it." He held out his hand to Devon, "Nice to meet you, by the way."
The girl was silently rocking back and forth, she was in shock. No rest for the wicked, Artair thought idly, as he tried to tend to her. "Come on lass, the bad men are gone." Well, most of them, he'd been ready to kill them if it had gone further. He really didn't want to dwell on that right now. "I'm Artair, whats your name?" he asked gently, getting her to focus on something easy.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Apr 4, 2017 20:00:26 GMT -6
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With how hectic the last few days had been, Artair could do with a damn good drink. He felt like he'd spent all his free time getting beaten up. Or training, as Serena liked to call it. Christ for such a sweet lass she was merciless in sparring. If he had any pride left after recent event's, her knocking him about like a child would have slapped it right out of him. No, those were thoughts for a different time. He had a much more important goal now. Scotch. And he knew just where to get it. Devon had told him to try out the selection at Inferno. Maybe it was time he did.
Upon arriving at the lavish building, he had to marvel at the sheer size of it. Haven must have some serious clout to get a building that big. Serious amounts of cash too, he added. Building aren't cheap. Heading up the steps and entering, he headed over towards the reception. The secretary on duty appeared to recognise him. answering his questions politely and point out the way to Inferno. That had been easy. He'd have to remember to thank Devon for sorting out all his membership stuff so quickly. Thanking her and following the directions she'd given him, he made his way, the prospect of a decent scotch after so long added a bounce to his step.
The guards surprised him. That he hadn't been expected and faltered in his stride. Well, whats the worst they'd do. Turn him away? Smiling to them as he approached, one of them politley asked for his name, holding up a hand to bar the door. "Evening gents, I'm Artair Hawke. I was told I'd be able to access Inferno by Devon?" A couple of quick checks and they let him through. Well that was easy.
Artair didn't know what he was expecting when he'd been told about Inferno. Apparently whatever it was fell massively short. This was nice. The mood, the lighting, it just felt great to be in here. Even the music wasn't annoying, pretty atypical in his own clubbing experience. Then, then he saw the bar and his heart nearly stopped. Wall to wall of the fanciest, most expensive drink he'd ever seen. He was going to kiss Devon the next time he saw him. Forget everything else, forget the training rooms, forget the fight club. This was his favourite thing about Haven.
First however, he had a problem to fix. Whistling along to the music, he slowly made his way to the bar. Time to see if Devon was all talk about the Scotch on offer.
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Cait nearly had a heart attack when her Raine called to her from behind. Worse, she'd almost dropped the ice cream. She was focusing so much on not losing the man she'd spotted even Raine had snuck up on her. Trying to smile and not look too flustered she handed her friend the cone. "No worries," she replied in a joking tone, "Gave me more time to appreciate the view."
When her phone went off she checked it absently, thinking it was just a work text. Keeping a straight face as she read it she was glad Raine was so on the ball. It was great they could text and talk at the same time. Be all super secret and stuff.
See the tall guy, old with the weird phone?
Pulling Raine up to a shop window when the man stopped, she kept one eye on him the other on, whatever, that dress was meant to be. "Can you believe some of this years range, it's like they've never seen a person who wasn't over six foot and a size zero."
Clocked him twice now, don't think its a coincidence.
OK, now she was sure. Even if he wasn't, whoever SUPER where, he had his phone out and look like he was taking pictures of anyone passing by. Christ some of them were just kids.
"I might slip into something a bit comfier," she said nonchalantly to Raine, "Keep an eye out for anything cute." Leaning down and pretending to kiss her on the cheek, she whispered into her friends ear. "If he is suspicious, there won't be just him, be careful." Winking as she straightened she headed off for a place she could get changed. Looks like it was time for her work clothes.
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Good to know it wouldn't take long, or put him through anymore pain than he was already in. God he hated breaking ribs, he couldn't walk, sit, laugh or breath without feeling the broken bones grinding. "Well then, lead the way lass," he said gesturing, "You're the expert."
Once they finally managed to get to the edge of the park, Serena hailed a cab, directed it to the mansion and quickly payed before Artair could offer. He'd have argued over it, he did owe her after all, but he was just glad to not be walking anymore. Carefully seating himself in the cab, his weariness started to catch up with him. It was hard to focus, he could feel sleep coming over him. It didn't last long, as the cab hit a particularly big pothole, sending pain shooting up his side. Swearing under his breath in Gaelic, at least he was fully awake.
Sighing and rubbing his aching side, he might as well get a few answers from Serena. If he was walking into a situation, he'd rather not go in blind. "This might come across rude, but there's some things I need to know, about the mansion and the X's." he paused, thinking how to phrase his thoughts. "I know the media portrays them worse than they are but some of the stories aren't completely untrue."
Artair didn't dislike them in theory. They did help people, they saved lives. That should be enough but the amount of secrecy and lies hanging around them rang alarm bells in his mind. Being tied to the government didn't help, not that he'd say that out loud. That would sound crazy.
"I need to know they're on the level. That they won't demand things from me further down the line, if I took up your offer of training." Offers of help were all well and good, but he had to know what strings were attached. He was no ones puppet.
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Dodging back he took a defensive stance, ready to strike or defend if need be. It was good to be using the staff again, it had always been a favourite of his and he needed the reach and versatility at the moment. The thugs had been stunned by his sheer ferocity but the one he'd already struck was getting back up. What the hell were they made of? At least they were all focused on him, the kid had already taken a nasty beating. He was still moving but god knows what internal injuries he could have. If Artair could keep them occupied the kid could either call the police or make a run for it.
"Tough guys, you lot. It take three of you to take on one kid." He detested bullies but three men beating on a kid? "You only just been able to rough up the local grannies," he continued taunting them, "thought you'd move up scale?" He wanted them only focused on him, not paying attention to the lad. Feinting towards one, he quickly brought the staff around in an arc, taking out one of the groups legs. He'd have rather hurt him more but his friends reacted quickly, trying to circle him. C---, they knew what they were doing, he wouldn't be able to fight them all off for long with only a quarterstaff.
Rather than worry, he let the fight wash over him, blocking and countering. He could wear them down, getting hit by a long bar as hard a steel would hurt. Of course, considering his luck in fights, it didn't last long. Movement on the ground distracted him, letting one of them get inside his guard. Dammit stupid could he be. The guy have a vice like grip on his arm and was hammering him in the chest and stomach.
Dropping the weapon, Artair responded in kind, pulling out a very nasty caestus and just started punching. AT least it worked in loosening the mans grip and just as he broke out of it, his two friends jumped on him. They were just trying to drag him to the ground and if he let them, Artair knew he'd not walk away. Striking at any exposed flesh holding onto him, his dropped staff started smacking into the group as well, flying around and keeping their attention.
This was getting bad. As much as he didn't want to kill them, they clearly had no such qualms. If pain didn't work, blood would. He scattered the staff, drawing his power together and focusing on a suitable weapon. It was time to turn the tables.
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Thinking about it, she'd probably seen Doc in a hat more often than not. It was a good suggestion as well, all Cait had been thinking was a new book. Imagining Doc in a sombrero was too much fun. "I'll remember that, thanks for the suggestion Raine."
"One waffle cone coming up, extras sprinkles," she called over her shoulder jokingly. "If you see anything, you've got my number." She could handle herself and Cait was focusing in on her target. As she got closer, she realised just how good looking the guy was. Good god you could cut glass on his cheek bones. Engaging a nice disarming smile, she moved in for some good old fashioned flirting. She was on point. She was funny, she was whimsical, she was down right charming dammit. Yet nothing she did was working. He just seemed to be completely oblivious.
Raine probably never had this problem, she thought wistfully. She was so beautiful and self assured, she must get her pick of partners. Cait had always wanted to ask for her for fashion and make up advice but she'd never gotten the chance. She wouldn't admitted she was terrified of the clothes Raine might make her try on.
Cait would have driven herself crazy over this had the man not apologised, before going over and greeting his boyfriend. Why, oh why, were all the gorgeous guys either taken or gay, or both. They were so cute though and she didn't mind waiting while they fussed over each other.
Finally getting both her ice cream cones, she headed back outside, reveling in the rich, chocolaty flavour. Strange, she'd hadn't expected Raine to be gone long and she'd already taken a while to get the cones. Scanning the crowds for her comrade, she spotted the older man again. OK, Cait always trusted her intuition. Once was a coincidence, twice was suspicious. Quickly texting Raine, she started shadowing him, absently licking her ice cream every so often.
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Cait nearly lost it when Astrid offered to let her touch her wings. She'd already half reached out towards them before she had to stop herself. "I'd really love to, sweetie, but maybe after we play. Probably best not to get distracted yet." Good to know she just had to ask though, she was definitely going to take Astrid up on that offer. God, they even shook when ever Astrid moved. No, she had to focus on why she was here. Plenty of time for the fluffiness later.
Fun, fun she could do. She'd squirreled out plenty of sheet music for pop songs over the years and she loved playing them but a favourite? That was hard. There were ones she always came back to, especially when at work. "Ooo that's a tough question," she started smiling warmly, "there's so many I just love playing it'd be hard to pick just one." Quickly scanning some of the music she had brought with her, one stood out. Smiling at the title, she set it up on one of the music stands. "This one is just so enjoyable to play, I think this would be a great starting point." The songs name was just so fitting to the mood it caused. "You familiar with much Pharrell Williams."
Slowly opening up her violin case and taking out her instrument, she gave it a quick check for tuning. Sighing at how out tune an adventure on the New York buses had managed to make it, she quickly re-tuned it. She also made a mental note to have it checked out at a music shop, it's strings had been slipping a bit too much lately. Maybe the next time they played, she'd bring her electric violin, see if Astrid had tried one before.
Softly closing the case again, she stood up and stretched, loosening her muscles. Playing while tense was just the worst. Peeling her jumper off and laying it over the back of her chair, she looked back at the excited young lady sitting across from her. "Right, I think we're ready," she began, a big grin on her face. "Have you done any warm ups or would you like to do them together?"
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He had needed to go for a walk. Artair had spent the last week cooped up in the campus library studying and if he spent much more, he was going to scream. Rather than go to any of the coffee shops on campus for the umpteenth time, he instead went for a wander. His walking lead him deep into New York, past cafes and sandwich shops, nothing really looking appetising to him. Maybe all he really need was some fresh air, clear his head a little.
Ten minutes later and apparently hungry, he gave up trying to find anything specific and just entered the nearest coffee shop. It didn't look too bad at least, the prices were ridiculous but the food looked good and the coffee smelled amazing. Grabbing what ever looked edible, he got something resembling coffee and head outside to sit down. Sitting inside would have driven him up that wall and it was always relaxing to just sit and watch the world go by.
He'd not been there long when he saw a young lad go past at a dead sprint. OK that was weird, he'd looked terrified. That would have been the end of it had three fully grown men also went past, sprinting. Whoever they were, or whatever the lad had done, the men didn't look nice. Was no one seriously going to help? Jesus people were just looking away. Artair had always heard of the bystander effect but this was something else. Downing the last of his coffee, he set off after the strange chase.
Nearly losing them a couple of times, he managed to spot them dive down an alley. Slowing he readied a weapon, keeping his eyes out for trouble. Rounding the corner, he swore to himself. They'd jumped down any number of the side alleys off this one. Wracking his brain he nearly missed the scared voice. Nearly. Sprinting towards it he pulled the weapon into reality.
Sliding around the corner he spotted them at last. Whatever this kid had done, he didn't deserve this kind of beating. They wanted blood. Artair was more than happy to oblige them. Launching himself towards them, he swung a vicious blow with the quarterstaff, slamming into right into one's temple with a nasty thudding sound.
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Artair wasn't surprised to hear that, Serena had already told him she had lived at the mansion. It made sense she was friends with some of the current members. But a healer? That intrigued him, the medic in him curious at a power that could be used to sort out wounds. The fact that he also wouldn't need to deal with a broken rib for weeks was also a major source of relief for him. He might even finish the day with training information as well. It was a generous offer from Serena, and despite his own reservations about the X-Men, it wasn't one he could afford to give up.
"That sounds, like the best idea so far," he started with a smile, "As much fun as weeks of recovery is, being able to sleep in comfort after today would be heavenly." Sure he might get chewed out by his teacher for not turning up at the hospital, but a quick explanation would clear that up, right? As long as he was fine, that was the main concern. His thoughts brighten when he also realised, if he wasn't going to be on strong painkillers, drinks were back on the table. That cinched it for the Scotsman. The prospect of whiskey was to much to pass up.
"How long would it take, by the way. I've never seen a mutant with a healing power before." Sure he'd studied them, which medical students hadn't, but information on them wasn't exhaustive. Most people didn't like outsiders testing their powers, so there wasn't really a huge amount of information to go on. "Oh, and will it hurt much? I'd rather be prepared if that's the case."
He started off again towards the edge of the park. Dealing with his immediate pain was probably the first problem they should work on. Winching slightly as he walked, he realised that he'd left his hoodie with the woman. Damn, it was one of his favorites too. After all this, that thought was so mundane he just started to laugh. It didn't even matter that his ribs hurt anymore.
Cait had hardly been able to hold in her excitement when Astrid had asked her to play the violin with her. She'd always wanted to hang out with her but had never been able to come up with a reason. Then Astrid had handed her a neatly wrapped excuse. It had taken more self control than she'd thought she had not to hug her then and there.
With work and the missions she was always one, Cait always struggled to find time to just sit and play. She'd have leapt at any chance to, but being able to with Astrid, the thought made her giddy. She just wished her bus hadn't been late as she rushed through the halls of their base, nodding to the others about. This was one appointment she dearly didn't want to be late for. At least she had managed to not leave her violin on the bus. Again.
As she neared the room, she slowed her pace, catching her breath. Giving her materials a once, checking she hadn't lost anything this time, then pushed the door open. "Hi, really sorry about being a wee bit late," she apologised as she walked in, "buses were a nightmare." Finding an empty place to put her various bags and violin case, she turned to Astrid smiling broadly. As always, as soon as she laid eyes on the wings, Caits fingers twitched. They just looked so, fluffy. From the first time she'd seen them, she'd wanted to touch them. Or pet them.
Blushing slightly, she focused on why she was here, rather than let her thoughts get the best of her. Astrid had already set up everything they'd need. Apparently all that was needed was a certain scotswoman. "I'm so glad you asked to play, Astrid, I've been looking for another fiddle player for ages." Growing up she always loved being able to play with others at school.
Picking up her bag, she pulled out some sheet music and handed it to her. "Is there anything in particular you'd like to play or shall we try something fun first?"
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Grinning at Raines response she replied quickly, "I promise, if I can find a way to make it irresponsible, you'll be the first to know." It was too nice a day to not get some ice cream. She'd be doing it a disservice and it's not like she wasn't keeping her eyes peeled for, whoever, SUPER were. She could vaguely remember some of the details they'd been given, between the bouts of giggling, and they didn't really have much to work with. Well, that was a problem for another time, she had some serious business to take care of. To sprinkle, or not to sprinkle, that was the question.
Window shopping as they walked, she tried to keep her eyes out for anything, odd, but nothing seemed to jump out. Scanning some of the faces around her she memorised a few of the more nervous looking people. The only person that gave her a weird vibe was a tall, older man. He was standing reading something of his, phone, she thought. What gave her the feeling was the fact that as soon as she'd started looking at him, he'd seemed to notice. It's like he was trying to not glance back at her. He might be one to watch, she thought idly.
"Can you think of anything else we should do Raine, since we're here?" she asked as they were walking. "I was thinking of getting Doc a present, if I can sneak it to him without the others finding out." She loved her fellow X-Men but the lectures were never ending. She just wanted to have some fun. Was that a crime. It's not like she was unreliable, she had a decent mission record. They just seemed predisposed to grumpiness.
Eyeing up a prospective place she pointed it out to her companion. It looked pretty good, at least, and most places would cost about the same. "How about this one? Looks pretty good, and I bet there's a good view from the window." See, she was thinking to herself, you can have fun and keep your mind on the mission. her decision had nothing to do with the cute boy behind the counter she could see from outside. Giving Raine a mischievous little grin she headed over.
