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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
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 Tarin Brooks on May 2, 2024 18:28:21 GMT -6
Mutant God
DodgerBlue
Straight
1,674
5
May 20, 2024 11:38:35 GMT -6
Jules
It was the gentle hand reaching out to touch his arm that finally made Tarin break. He simply couldn’t wrap his head around, or understand, what was happening. The blood drying on Tarin’s face and neck cracked and pulled as he let his head drop to look at that hand, stark white against the red caking his skin. Little splotches started to appear in the red and it took Tarin a moment to realize there were tears running down his face.
“Okay…” he whispered.
[/i]You fool…she’s not trying to help you. She’s trying to kill you…[/i][/font]
Ahhh…There it was. Tarin stiffened slightly at the sound, he’d never be used to the alien feel of another voice occupying the space that held his inner monologue. Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to show up unannounced and let yourself into someone’s house when they’re not home?
The other voice, Tarin could feel its essence now, the sense of wrongness that had been clinging to him ever since the night he’d taken the punch at the bar. Stupid, he’d been so so stupid.
If you’re too weak to defend what’s yours, you don’t deserve to keep it. I like this body, it’s so much stronger than the last one. That little bitch won’t stop me this time. I’ve been waiting years to finish what I started. She’ll drain you like a leech if you let her, and I. Won’t. Let. Her. This time I’m going to feel that little white neck between my hands…I’m going to look into those pretty eyes while…
The problem with never allowing situations like this to happen was that Tarin had very little experience with what to do when it did happen. There was suddenly a pressure in his head, squeezing his very being and trying to push him into the background. Tarin pushed back.
Eyes still locked on Lee’s hand, his own starting to shake again with the strain of keeping control of them Tarin raised his eyes to Lee’s again, pleading, “It’s not safe…” he ground out through clenched teeth, eyes starting to cloud over, sweat starting to bead on his forehead with the effort of keeping the fingertip grasp he had on himself.
“Put…me…down…before it’s too late.” What had she been thinking? This spirit was powerful and it had done this before. Tarin took a deep breath, shoving back against the pure malice in his mind with everything he had, “He takes over when I’m unconscious…don’t believe anything I say.”
Posted by Lee Smith on May 2, 2024 18:28:48 GMT -6
Mutant God
mediumpurple
heterosexual
Secret romance
2,444
2
May 20, 2024 11:38:20 GMT -6
Raine
As she felt the energy flowing quickly into her through her hand on his arm, Lee’s eyes were on his face. Watching for any change that might indicate the spirit had taken over. The good thing with wearing her running shoes was that even though he had his face turned downward to look at her hand, she could still see him. See his tears. See the expression on his face as she could only guess he was mentally battling with the spirit.
But he wasn’t fighting back against her. That was good, that meant he was keeping the spirit from taking control. Either that or the spirit wasn’t actually trying to take control at the moment. He had done that the last time, after all.
Then he was looking up, and she looked straight back into his eyes. It had been a long time, but this man was taller, she was sure of it. As he spoke, told her that it wasn’t safe, she just nodded. She knew that it wasn’t safe, she knew that before she had even left her apartment that night. Did he not understand that she knew what she was getting herself into?
“Didn’t I tell you that wasn’t an option?” Lee asked when he told her to just ‘put him down’. And now his eyes were turning white. That was different.
“I know exactly what I’ve gotten myself into here,” she told him, hoping that would be at least somewhat reassuring to him. Hopefully the fear of facing another merge wasn’t showing too much. At least she was confident in what she was capable of. “I probably know better than you what’s likely to happen. But thank you for the warning.”
Fine. This wasn’t the time to argue. Not when only one of them had ever really dealt with something on this level before. When only one of them had apparently found themselves in this exact situation before.
“Nothing is off the table here Lee…” Tarin panted, “Don’t hesitate if it comes down to it. Get home to that kid.”
[/i]There’s a child now?[/i][/font] Tarin could almost hear the predatory glee in that second voice. The second voice that didn’t sound nearly as strained as his own voice. Ohhh he’d made a mistake. Not usually my type, but for this one I may have to make an exception.
“Over my dead body…” Tarin said, not even realizing he was speaking out loud. His other hand, the one attached to the arm not being held by Lee groped out, fumbling for her other hand. It had been so long since they’d talked about this, but hadn’t she said that her power worked by taking energy?
The spirit was so confident that it shook Tarin a bit. That’s right, I learned. I was so sloppy last time, so eager and excited to have form and purchase again that I made mistakes. This time was perfect until tonight, that little bitch had struck a chord. Your body didn’t have the stomach for my work.
Great, it could hear what he was thinking too. It was getting harder to stand. Not wanting to break contact with Lee in case it was required for what was happening Tarin slowly dropped to his knees in front of her. He was sweating in earnest now, but it was a cold sweat accompanied by more shaking. It was fine though, his body didn’t matter. It was the fight going on in his head that was more important now.
Eyes fully white now, Tarin continued to push against the spirit in his head. It wouldn’t budge though and by tiny increments it was starting to push him back, laughing the whole time, taunting.
“He knows you have a kid…” Tarin said, voice softer, “Wants you bad…wants to hurt you.” Tarin’s heart was pounding now, “Please…can you feel him?.” he said. The spirit didn’t like that he was fighting back, if he really did make it through this they were going to have to talk more about the original Tarin of this world. He needed details, needed to figure out what could be different.
Back he pushed, almost as if he was building a wall of bricks inside his head. Now that he was aware of the presence there, he could fight.
Posted by Lee Smith on May 2, 2024 18:29:52 GMT -6
Mutant God
mediumpurple
heterosexual
Secret romance
2,444
2
May 20, 2024 11:38:20 GMT -6
Raine
He was stubborn, still insisting that her just outright killing him was an option. But she’d dealt with stubbornness before, including during merges. That was nothing new. Then he told her to do what she had to to make sure that she was able to go home to her son. Lee’s hand tightened slightly on his arm. She could only hope that the spirit wouldn’t realize ‘that kid’ meant her kid. Small as that hope might be.
“Over my dead body…”
Hope gone. She knew it was smart to have Rachel get Kevin out of the city if she hadn’t made it home by the morning.
Suddenly, Lee felt a hand on her arm and her eyes darted down to see that he was now holding her arm in the same manner that she was his, and she could now feel the energy surging into her from both places of contact. And, while he was looking shaky, tired, he was still on his feet. That surprised Lee a bit as she knew how much energy she had already taken.
Despite that shakiness, Lee could tell by the look on his face how hard he was fighting mentally. She just wished that she was able to get to the spirit directly.
Then Lee felt him growing more and more unsteady on his feet. Feeling him go down, she helped lower him as well as she could while still maintaining direct contact with him. But he only dropped to his knees. Lee would have expected him to have been flat on the floor by this point, if not fully passed out.
“He knows you have a kid…”
Lee could have sworn that her heart stopped for a full 30 seconds. Then it started pounding, feeling like it was going to beat out of her chest. But Kevin would be fine. Rachel would get Kevin out of the city in the morning. Lee would call in the morning, while waiting for him to wake up, to make sure that she did.
“He’s wanted me from the start,” Lee finally replied. “But so far, I’m winning 2 and 0, and I’ll be getting the hat trick this time.” Then Lee shook her head, no, she couldn’t really feel the spirit, not at that moment. But she knew he was there, and she was confident that like the last time, when he took over, she would be able to sense the extra energy that should not be present in the body.
Finally, after another minute, Lee felt the hand fall from her arm and she lowered him to lay on the floor as he finally lost consciousness. But she didn't move away yet, she maintained contact for another minute, continued siphoning, in hopes that she’d be draining from the spirit now.
When she eventually pulled her hand back, Lee just sat back on her heels for a minute and took a minute to breathe before getting up and moving to the closet. She needed towels and cloths because as had become far too common an occurrence in her life a decade ago, it was now time to clean while she played the waiting game.
Posted by Tarin Brooks on May 2, 2024 18:30:32 GMT -6
Mutant God
DodgerBlue
Straight
1,674
5
May 20, 2024 11:38:35 GMT -6
Jules
Tarin had fought for every single second, tooth and nail to make sure that when he went down he was the one in control. The brick wall idea had seemed to work and as his eyes slipped shut and he lost consciousness, he could only hope that Lee really did know what she was doing. Tarin had always heard that it was easy to beat a team twice, but the third time was dangerous…very dangerous.
Consciousness returned very slowly and Tarin knew very quickly that he was no longer on the floor by the kitchenette in the shop. He was upright as was evidenced by the extreme effort it was taking him to lift his head. He managed finally and blinked blearily, moving to rub his eyes and finding his arms solidly secured behind him.
That was good. Probably should have been the first thing they’d done when they’d gotten back here. Tarin made another mental note to get some zip ties, or even riot cuffs that he was able to keep in the shop.
Had it worked? Was he…no. Tarin could tell that he was absolutely not alone in his head still. That bundle of pure, animalistic malevolence was still there coiled in wait. Why hadn’t it taken over when he was unconscious? The only thing Tarin could think was that his body had simply been too exhausted to manipulate and he’d managed to wrest control back upon waking.
Tarin shifted in the chair, shoulders sore from where his weight had pulled against the bindings that kept him upright and noticed the absence of itchy crackling that had been ever present before. He looked down, blinked, looked up, and looked down again. Most, if not all, of the blood was gone, as were the bloody clothes he’d been wearing when he’d gone down however long before.
A flush climbed up his neck knowing who had to have been responsible and Tarin blearily swung his head from side to side trying to find Lee and finally seeing her perched on the bed…his bed…watching TV.
There was something relaxed and familiar about her posture, the type of thing that suggested muscle memory or something that had been done more times than a person could count. Lee was really so very small and Tarin found himself baffled once again at the fact that she thought she could…that she had to take something like this on. She was wearing what looked like one of his shirts and the confirmation of what had happened while he was unconscious added orders of magnitude to Tarin’s discomfort, the rest of it hidden away until he could cope.
The demon was stirring again, sensing the heavy exhaustion tugging at Tarin’s limbs and working to establish a foothold before Tarin could block him from doing so. The effort found Tarin grinding his teeth and straining at the bonds much more quickly than he had previously done, groaning against the strain it put on his already stressed limbs.
I. will. die. before you I give you a chance to harm his family. Tarin told the spirit, more than a bit surprised at himself and the apparent loyalty he had to a man he’d never met, knew next to nothing about, and had tried to put as far from his mind as humanly possible.
A deal then… The spirit intoned, sensing an impasse that might be impossible to overcome, [/font color=#38761d][/i]they’re off limits. I will never lay a finger on either of them…as much as I would like. As you’ve seen, with cooperation I can be discreet. Your body is yours while you’re awake, and mine when you’re asleep. You don’t harm us, and I’ll make sure we’re never caught. What do you care for this world and the people in it. Move back to your island of the dead, I can get on and off easily enough. [/i][/font]
God help him, but Tarin actually considered the offer for a moment. It was a solution to the current problem and something that could provide a long term solution. He’d tried to integrate here, he’d tried really hard and all it had done was get him into the exact kind of situation that had caused his world to go the way it had. He could be that boogeyman here. Maybe they’d been right all along.
The spirit was quiet, biding its time and letting Tarin think, and he ran his weary eyes around the shop, taking everything in until he came back to Lee and settled there. She’d been safe, her son would be safe…but what about everything else?
Tarin had questioned his motivation for loyalty towards Lee’s husband…but the truly astounding thing was her loyalty towards humanity. She didn’t have to be here. She’d never had to be here, but she was. Lee was trying because people deserved it. Because she knew there was something she could do and she just couldn’t…not do it.
Thanks, but no thanks. Tarin said, lacking the energy to be glib. I’ve never done very well with roommates. Correction, lacking the energy to be too glib.
”Ready for round 2?” he called weakly, head up, but body slouched in the chair.
Posted by Lee Smith on May 2, 2024 18:30:57 GMT -6
Mutant God
mediumpurple
heterosexual
Secret romance
2,444
2
May 20, 2024 11:38:20 GMT -6
Raine
As strange and awkward as it had been, the cleanup for this merge hadn’t actually been very difficult. Very awkward as she had stripped him down, out of the bloody clothing, washing the blood off, because it had definitely soaked through the cloth in places and dried on his skin.
At least his boxer briefs had been relatively clean. Enough so that she wouldn’t feel bad about leaving them on blood covered. Because the alternative was…more than awkward.
Finally Lee had managed to get him cleaned up, into new clothing, and secured to one of the chairs.
Once that was done, the rest of the clean up was actually simple enough. Ruined clothing in a garbage bag, along with the towels she had used. Bringing her bag over to the kitchenette, Lee set it on the counter and pulled the cloth covered knife out. Again, ruined clothing in the garbage, knife in the sink, and Lee knelt down to search under the sink for cleaners.
And was a little surprised to find everything she was looking for in the same places she had left them so many years earlier. After cleaning and sanitizing the knife as well as humanly possible, she checked in her bag for anything else that she needed to deal with before dumping a healthy (or maybe not so healthy) amount of bleach down the drain.
And thus it was her turn. But Lee just stood there and looked at him tied to the chair for a minute. The clean up really hadn’t taken all that long, he shouldn’t be waking up anytime soon. She’d have time, right?
Of course she would, Lee said, nodding to herself as she moved back to the closet. The sweatpants she’d packed in her bag had faired worse than her jeans, which somehow seemed to have avoided any mess. Both of her shirts were not so lucky. So grabbing a towel as well as a shirt out of the closet, Lee made her way into the bathroom to shower.
The rest of the night, as her hair dried, Lee had spent alternating between watching TV and pacing around the shop. The only thing that she was able to add in was her call to Rachel at 8 in the morning. That had taken some time to get her to agree to actually take[/i\ Kevin to their parents’. That same day. As soon as possible, Lee didn’t care what it cost.
But once that and a quick chat with Kevin were finished, Lee was waiting again. Until she finally heard a weak voice. Standing up quickly, maybe quicker than she had intended, Lee nodded.
“I’m ready if you are,” she said as she walked over to the chair. As soon as she reached him, her hand was on his neck (she was not going to bend over to reach the bare skin on his arms), drawing the energy out of him just as quickly as she had the previous time.
Posted by Tarin Brooks on May 2, 2024 18:31:10 GMT -6
Mutant God
DodgerBlue
Straight
1,674
5
May 20, 2024 11:38:35 GMT -6
Jules
Lee’s cool hand came to rest on the back of his neck and Tarin tried to sit up a bit more, shaking himself to clear his head and get back down to business.
”Uh…thanks…by the way.” he said, desperate to avoid an awkward silence and trying to focus on Lee and not drift as he sat there trying to keep control of his body away from a maniac.
“You really didn’t have to do that.” she could fill in the blanks, “I’m glad you managed to take care of yourself too.”
The longer Tarin sat there, the more exhausted he got, the more his mind wanted to wander.
“How…how long does this usually take?” he said finally. His skin was clammy, his throat desperately dry. Tarin didn’t know what time it was, or even what day. Tarin was certain it was about to be nap time again soon, but surely something had to give…
Posted by Lee Smith on May 2, 2024 18:32:40 GMT -6
Mutant God
mediumpurple
heterosexual
Secret romance
2,444
2
May 20, 2024 11:38:20 GMT -6
Raine
He was thanking her. Lee frowned slightly in confusion. “You’re welcome,” she said slowly. “But I kind of did need to. Blood starts to smell after a while. Plus, I really didn’t want to have to look at you over the last 10 hours with you still covered in blood.”
Then Lee stood there in silence for a few moments. It was weird, this whole thing. Even though she hadn’t had to deal with a merge in over a decade, the situation was so familiar. And yet, because it wasn’t the same Tarin she had spent so many years with, it was so very strange and different.
“How…how long does this usually take?”
Lee sighed slightly. [font color=mediumpurple\“Most times, the merge would end the first time I drained him to exhaustion,”[/font] Lee said quietly. “This one, though, he’s smart and tenacious as hell. And he hides.
“Last time, it took a couple days…Had to do this three times before he was gone. Though, I thought he was gone gone, because he didn’t leave Tarin’s body. He just…disappeared.
“Though,” Lee said, pausing in thought as she bit her bottom lip. “Last time, he didn’t come out to ‘play’ until that third attempt…”
Posted by Tarin Brooks on May 2, 2024 18:33:26 GMT -6
Mutant God
DodgerBlue
Straight
1,674
5
May 20, 2024 11:38:35 GMT -6
Jules
It was a mark of how things were going that having an almost complete stranger wash his unconscious body was a more comfortable subject than dealing with the reason she had to do so. It was another mark that Lee knew that blood smelled after a while.
Wait.
It had been 10 hours? He’d been unconscious for 10 hours and still felt like this?
Lee’s hand was still on Tarin’s neck and his vision was starting to blur a bit, it did help explain why he was so light headed and thirsty though. Lee explained that the multiple times this had happened, she had usually only had to
[font color=dodgerblue[“You need him out?”[/font]
Tarin did actually burst out laughing this time, genuine, if slightly hysterical laughter.
“I’ve been using every scrap of power, every breathing exercise in the book, and every meditation practice I’ve ever seen to keep him in.
It made sense when Tarin thought about it. If he was in the proverbial driver’s seat then his energy was the main driving force.
So far Tarin had been building a wall to keep the demon out, but maybe….Jesus he was tired, but the lady was going to get what the lady wanted.
“This is gonna happen real fast, I’m gonna force the bastard out. When I’m done talking here…assume it isn’t me anymore.”
That said, Tarin went stock still, his entire being radiating concentration. In his head Tarin knocked down the mental wall, completely aware that the being inside him had heard everything he said.
Now he rebuilt it, putting himself on the other side, shoring up the walls and pushing outward instead of inward.
In the chair, Tarin went from completely taut, his eyes squeezed shut and his jaw clenched to completely limp, nearly overturning the chair as he slumped.
Slowly his head came up as he panted.
“That clearly didn’t work. Can you give me a minute so I can try again?”
Posted by Lee Smith on May 2, 2024 18:35:00 GMT -6
Mutant God
mediumpurple
heterosexual
Secret romance
2,444
2
May 20, 2024 11:38:20 GMT -6
Raine
“Maybe?” Lee said with a shrug, her hand still on the back of his neck. “It does seem to be the only way it's worked before.”
Then she heard him laughing, and Lee couldn't help but chuckle a bit at how ridiculous it sounded; the only way to help him was to bring the murderous psychopath out front and center. “I know it sounds absolutely crazy and ridiculous, but I know and understand exactly what I'm doing.”
Then he was telling her to be ready, because if he wasn't holding the spirit in, it would come out quickly. “I'll be ready,” she told him, though she wasn't sure whether he heard.
Then he went limp so suddenly that he almost fell off the chair. Keeping her hand on the back of his neck, Lee's other hand shot out to grab the chair to at least keep it upright as he hung from it.
“Take all the time you need,” Lee said, her hand still on his neck as she stepped forward slightly so she could see him better. See if she could visibly see a difference between the man who had been sitting there a minute ago and who was now sitting there. “I'm not going anywhere.”
Posted by Tarin Brooks on May 2, 2024 18:35:50 GMT -6
Mutant God
DodgerBlue
Straight
1,674
5
May 20, 2024 11:38:35 GMT -6
Jules
She wasn’t going anywhere.
No. No she wasn’t.
John Erik had given this woman a chance. He had made a sincere and more than fair offer to the body he had decided to claim as his own.
The offer had been declined and they were trying to end him. Again. He could feel the life force starting to ebb from him as the insufferable woman held on to him, held onto the chair.
The woman moved in front of him and John Erik shifted. The chair shifted too, doing that wobbly off-kilter thing that chairs sometimes do.
The woman was still keeping contact with his skin and John Erik let his shoulders droop.
“I really don’t feel very well…” he said, listing suddenly to the side and hiding a smile as the chair tipped, then fell with a satisfying crunch of wood. John Erik wrapped his hands more firmly around the back of the chair
The man who owned the body heard and felt the crash and crack as well and suddenly the wall the man had built between them didn’t seem like such a good idea. In fact that other man, the original owner of this body, started trying to pull that wall down.
The problem was that from this side of the wall, things worked a bit differently. John Erik had the body and that meant he had the upper hand, every time a brick shivered or slipped John Erik pushed it right back into place.
The woman bent to help him, to set him upright, and as he came up, John Erik swung the chair with the considerable might this body allowed him to possess. The satisfying crack of wood against flesh and bone was a reward for the effort and John Erik relished his crash back up to the ground. She wasn’t touching him now. Quickly gaining his feet, John Erik looked down at the woman moving weakly at his feet and swung the chair again, just for good measure.
Posted by Lee Smith on May 2, 2024 18:36:09 GMT -6
Mutant God
mediumpurple
heterosexual
Secret romance
2,444
2
May 20, 2024 11:38:20 GMT -6
Raine
Lee didn’t even register the wobbliness of the chair. It was one of the same chairs that had been in the shop when she had first met Tarin. And the chairs had looked well used at that point. It was just one of those things that had become so much a part of everyday life for so many years that you just didn’t notice anymore.
So Lee had not been expecting, after the chair wobbled back to its original side closer to her, for the whole thing to go over as it wobbled the other way. And this time she wasn’t able to catch the chair before it hit the floor. “Damn it,” she muttered as she bent over, placing one hand on his arm for contact as her other hand was reaching for the chair to stand it back up.
Not that lifting the chair was difficult at this point, even with the almost dead weight sitting in it. Once she had all four legs of the chair sitting on the floor again, Lee let go, moving her hand back to his neck.
Except that she didn’t feel the flow of energy into her. Instead, she felt something hit her left shoulder and the side of her head. Almost immediately followed by her right side hitting something even harder.
Shaking her head to try to clear the stars from her eyes, Lee realized after a moment that she was laying on the floor. With a groan, she started pushing herself up.
Only to be hit again, the world going completely dark for a split second before she opened her eyes once more to see that she was flat on the floor again. With feet standing directly in front of her.
This was not good, she thought. Very not good. But even her thoughts felt slow as she laid there. Lee didn’t think that she was going to be able to get up with him so close, after those hits. Not without him doing something else before she got to her feet.
But all that she needed was contact with him, and he was standing just in front of her. Within arm range. Closing her eyes with another groan in the hopes of hiding what she was planning, Lee shifted on the floor, the groan getting a little louder. Shaking her head once more, Lee reached out the moment that she opened her eyes, hand grabbing his ankle and yanking it toward her. Hard.
Her head was ringing a bit still from the fall, but with the loud thunk she heard as he hit the floor beside her, Lee thought that his might be as well now. And then she was moving, scrambling across the floor toward him. And while she still had her speed, and her strength, her hand slipped slightly as she grabbed for his wrists the first time. The second time, she got a good tight grip on his wrists as she pinned them to the floor as she continued moving, ending up sitting straddling his torso as she pinned him to the floor. The whole time focusing on siphoning even more from him, siphoning almost more than she ever had. Only in Columbia had she drained energy faster than she was now.
She just hoped that he would be out, and gone, quickly. Very quickly. As her head, which had been ringing, was now starting to pound with pain.
Posted by Tarin Brooks on May 2, 2024 18:36:31 GMT -6
Mutant God
DodgerBlue
Straight
1,674
5
May 20, 2024 11:38:35 GMT -6
Jules
It all worked exactly to plan. The woman was on the ground, stunned, there was nothing she could do. He had won…he had finally won.
Shaking his hands free of the chair, John Erik moved forward, fingers itching to get around that pretty little neck. He wasn’t going to play this time, no theatrics or opportunities for her to turn the tables.
He’d hit her hard…really hard.
He wasn’t expecting the hand that shot out and grabbed his ankle. Suddenly he was on the ground, air whooshing from his lungs.
No.
Not again.
John Erik tried to roll, to get back to his knees, anything to try and reestablish the advantage he’d had before. The woman was so small, but so strong. Before he knew what was happening, the woman had him pinned. It was all happening so fast, so suddenly, so very…very fast….
Tarin could feel it behind the wall that he had first built, then been trapped behind. The spirit was leaving, and leaving fast. Before he knew what was happening, it was gone.
Gone.
She’d done it. The spirit was gone, but he was still pinned. The wall crumbled brick by brick, but faster and faster every second. Tarin felt dwarfed by the power and force pulling the energy from him. As it went, Tarin thought about the women again. Not just Christine…all of them. He didn’t fight, he didn’t move, he did nothing to alert Lee that she’d been successful.
Maybe this would all work out for the best after all.
Posted by Lee Smith on May 2, 2024 18:36:56 GMT -6
Mutant God
mediumpurple
heterosexual
Secret romance
2,444
2
May 20, 2024 11:38:20 GMT -6
Raine
As she sat there, sat on him, pinning him to the floor, Lee could see, could practically feel the hate, the anger, the pure malevolence toward her. But as the seconds slowly ticked by, each one feeling like her head was inside a ringing church bell, those emotions looked to be getting replaced by the alarm and dismay that, once again, she was beating him.
Just like she had said she would. Even though neither the man, nor the spirit had thought she’d be able to.
Suddenly, Lee noticed a change. The sense of evil coming from him, the hate in the eyes disappeared. He looked…haunted? Horrified?
His eyes were green, she noticed.
Head tilting slightly as she looked down at him, she did not loosen her grip on him one bit. But she pulled way back on her siphoning, not pulling nearly as much energy from him. She thought the spirit was gone, but at the same time, he wasn’t saying anything, wasn’t telling her that it was over.
And the look in his eyes wasn’t so instantly obvious to her as it had always been in past merges.
A crease forming between her brows, Lee continued to look down at him for another minute, trying to puzzle it out. Waiting for him to say something.
Posted by Tarin Brooks on May 2, 2024 18:37:18 GMT -6
Mutant God
DodgerBlue
Straight
1,674
5
May 20, 2024 11:38:35 GMT -6
Jules
It was working, and it just felt like going to sleep. Like a warm blanket wrapping around him that made his eyes heavier and heavier by the moment.
Tarin blinked as he stared up at the ceiling and his eyes responded. It was a slow blink though, very slow. He could feel Lee’s weight on his chest and he wondered again how she could be so strong while also being so very, very small.
Just a little bit longer now.
Lee’s voice rang out in the near deafening silence that had taken over in the shop and Tarin blinked again as tears began to well up in his eyes, spilling over as he laid on the ground.
Slowly, Tarin’s eyes shifted, once again meeting Lee’s, but he couldn’t make the words come out.
So he nodded, and as he did his eyes locked on the small bits of wood sticking out of her shoulder where he…yes he…had hit her with a chair. There were also cuts, scrapes, and a distinctive purpling mark that would absolutely be a bruise by the next day. She’d done that for him
“You’re hurt…” he said softly, voice feeling like sandpaper.