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.
>>“If you want me to stay inconspicuous its going to be because I am near you.”
Those words had started a train of thought. It chugged along slowly, unstoppable, as Lenna slipped off her boots, and then her jeans. Again with the proximity klaxons. First, he mentioned adaptation, now staying close? Ugh... men. They'd make up any excuse to stay near a pretty woman... Though what if... aside from the vane idea he was staying close for personal reasons ran the track of thought that maybe those reasons were practical... she had affected mutants before, hadn't she? Or, at least... they'd had difficulties using their powers to the best of their abilities.
Domingo, Johnathon, others... Lenna pulled the red dress over her bare essentials. Fingers worked down along the line of buttons, fastening, fastening. Her hand tugged the sash around her stomach into a knot. The dress was on. Lenna picked her boots up off the floor, and stashed them away in the bag in the center of the changing room, alongside the vest and clothes. They fit neatly into the corner opposite those of ‘Charge’.
Her lips drew into a faint smirk at the
>> "About face!"
From the blond. So militaristic. Demanding. The brunette brushed a bit of hair out of her face. Lenna’s eyes rose ever-so-casually, as she reached for the red heels, to check on the woman. She was making progress. Off with the shirt, off with the pants. On with the dress, and on with the show. The pink dress fit!
… But the Ranger was having trouble walking in those heels… Lenna’s smirk faded as she moved forward to steady the blond.
>> "I can't walk in heels, and where am I supposed to carry a gun in this!" She pleaded with her eyes.
Lenna held the Ranger’s arm, offering a steady shoulder. “Oh, honey. Now you know what us womenfolk ask ourselves every day. You’ll do… fine. Just try it with me, will you? One foot in front of the other? There, like that.” She helped ‘Charge’ along like a nurse helping a patient to walk again. One step at a time. “If it’s any consolation, you look good. Really.” She steered her towards the mirror, and held her there, hands on Michael’s hips. Her chin dropped to rest on his left shoulder as they looked at themselves in the mirror.
A minute passed. "Though maybe you'd like to see how the yellow one looks?" They had to be sure it fit, right? Her chin rose from the shoulder to hover by Michael’s ear and whisper “There, there.”
Mars’ eyes might have returned back to Lenna for a moment, Lori hadn’t really ever seemed to mind, She knew where he would be going home and if she didn’t like something he did she tended to take that sort of thing out on him there, if, he let her.
“Huh, away it is.” The about face came a bit late as Lenna made short work of being dressed, but It gave her more privacy then he was going to give her. He started to turn as Lori took her shirt off, And he kept turning, He leaned at the edge of the stall, facing the other way, wondering what was going on. Maybe she was just having a bad day.
~~“Oh, honey. Now you know what us womenfolk ask ourselves every day. You’ll do… fine. Just try it with me, will you? One foot in front of the other? There, like that.”
Mars let out a quiet exasperated sigh. Really, really? was she seriously pretending she didn’t know how to move in heels? What was going on? The freaking police might be surrounding the building and yet she was feigning not being able to walk. Sure they were just cops but yeesh!
~~“If it’s any consolation, you look good. Really.” "Though maybe you'd like to see how the yellow one looks?"
~~“There, there.”
If he wouldn’t give them all away, he’d go look for a suit.
“Oh, honey. Now you know what us womenfolk ask ourselves every day. You’ll do… fine. Just try it with me, will you? One foot in front of the other? There, like that.” “If it’s any consolation, you look good. Really.”
L had moved to help steady the Ranger on his/her heels, and then aided in moving the Ranger over toward the mirror. As the Ranger was led to the mirror his/her ankles bent causing his/her feet to lean out on some steps. On a few steps had it not been for L, the Ranger might have fallen over. S/He did not respond to L's comment as to his/her appearance, s/he was more focused on trying to get this walking in heels thing. Upon reaching the mirror L held the Ranger in place by placing her hands on the Ranger's now female hips and her chin on the Ranger's female shoulder.
Normally having a woman hanging on him would have been a grand thing, but this one time is the exception. S/He was held in place in front of the mirror having to look at his new from dressed up in a pretty little pink dress and in heels. The Ranger felt increasingly uncomfortable looking at the woman in the mirror that he now was as the next minute moved passed. Finally L spoke,
"Though maybe you'd like to see how the yellow one looks?"
The Ranger wasn't sure how to react. On one hand a yellow dress wasn't pink, but on the other it was a yellow dress. A shiver went up the Ranger's spine, what all had L picked up for him/her to try on. "...a...yellow one?"
L then lifter her head and whispered in the Ranger's ear, "There, there." The Ranger looked down toward the ground, so that s/he wouldn't have to look at the mirror anymore, before he said,
Like a young deer, learning to walk. No. Exactly like it. That was Lenna's thought as she'd wheeled the boy in the pink dress in front of the mirror. Legs wobbling, bending out at all angles, uncertain and searching for the best possible one, it had been a wonder they'd even made it to the mirror. Lenna wasn't pleased by it. Not at all.
And she'd -thought- the blond would give her a better reaction to the 'I Feel Pretty' phase on their escape plan. No such luck. The blond's nerves were at their end. Maybe they'd go with the shoes the Ranger had earlier... Lenna's eyes struck out on their quest to unearth the loathsome loafers, and fell on black flip flops that would go with neither pink dress, nor red. Her face fell further.
Damn.
It wouldn't do to go charging into battle looking like Hell. And it wouldn't do to go charging into battle, face-first.
"We can't have you tripping while we're on the run." Her hands guided Michael back towards the bench. She held out the yellow dress. "And I have a feeling you'd rather learn to walk on your own time, rather than right now."
Lenna turned towards the pink giant, idea in her eyes. "So... what you're telling me is that when I'm near you, you stand out less... any particular reason for that? ... Because if your departure means a security breach, I may have to accompany you on the quest for sensible shoes and a nice suit."
For a moment, Lenna had contemplated using the phrase 'less of a man' rather than 'stand out less' to describe it... only the memory of the Macy's woman pressed against the stall had stopped her. She wanted to get out of this alive, and yes, she was on edge... that was no reason to be bitchy to the help.
Mars rolled his eyes as Lori continued this crazy façade, why the heck was she playing helpless? And militant at the same time? And what was the point of this at all in the first place?
~~"We can't have you tripping while we're on the run." "And I have a feeling you'd rather learn to walk on your own time, rather than right now."
“if we actually have to run, while we are on the run, then the clothing change is useless and you can toss the shoes, if that doesn’t work for you I’ll just throw you over my shoulder. Or I’ll stop take care of it and you two can keep moving, and call me when you are somewhere safe.”
~~"So... what you're telling me is that when I'm near you, you stand out less... any particular reason for that?
“Yeah, but you want those answers later, for now I’ll just prove it.” He took two steps big steps back and gained nine inches of height and what could have been a solid two hundred pounds of muscle, he turned red like a stop light. He took another step forward and dropped all the weight height and color once more. Step forward step back, he did it a couple more times for emphasis.
“That’s all you. I can explain more about it later, more than you’d probably like someone else to know about you, when you don’t. but for now I suggest we decide on a dress, maybe some tennis shoes with yellow or pink or whatever on it, and I’ll grab what ever fits after that we need to move, before they have us surrounded. And we just have to kill a bunch of people.” He pulled off the too big suit coat and white button up and rolled them up and put them in the bag, setting there things back on top, getting to his coat was much less important than getting to their guns if needed.
"We can't have you tripping while we're on the run." "And I have a feeling you'd rather learn to walk on your own time, rather than right now." L led the Ranger back to the bench, the Ranger focused on trying to walk in the heels. He was a little annoyed at himself, he was having trouble doing something that about fifty-one percent of the adult population could do. Granted, most of those that can learn from a young age, but he'd be damned if he couldn't do something such a large piece of the population could do. He was a Ranger, a special operator in the military, he wasn't about to let some pair of shoes defeat him.
The Ranger took the yellow dress from L and hung it from the wall hook. S/He then started to pull of the pink dress when the ape-man spoke,
“if we actually have to run, while we are on the run, then the clothing change is useless and you can toss the shoes, if that doesn’t work for you I’ll just throw you over my shoulder. Or I’ll stop take care of it and you two can keep moving, and call me when you are somewhere safe.”
S/He pulled off the pink dress and switched it out with the yellow dress, leaving it hanging from the hook. The Ranger pulled on the dress, not noticing to tie the the thing in the back, and thought about what would work best for their escape. As he stood there in the yellow dress thinking, L and the ape man started a dialog about his shrinking. The ape-man offered to show L that proximity affects how much he stands out. And he did, much to the Ranger's surprise, he stepped away from L and grew back into a big red ape man anf then back close to go back to the smaller, pink skinned version.
“That’s all you. I can explain more about it later, more than you’d probably like someone else to know about you, when you don’t. but for now I suggest we decide on a dress, maybe some tennis shoes with yellow or pink or whatever on it, and I’ll grab what ever fits after that we need to move, before they have us surrounded. And we just have to kill a bunch of people.”
"Forget about grabbin' other shoes. We need to hurry, we have taken a while already. Also wearin' heels aids in me no longer fittin' the loose description the police have. As far as walkin' in them, well for now I could just hang onto you." The Ranger pointed a female thumb in the ape-man's direction. "It wouldn't look out'a place considerin' what I'm wearin' and if you pick up a suit or somethin'. Also, for the moment runnin' really is out'a the question as it'd attract attention."
All of the reasons that the Ranger gave were good, but there was still doubt if L would go with it. The Ranger surprised himself with what s/he said next out of pure obstinance rooted in the desire to not surrender to the heels and not wanting to give that specifically as a reason. "And 'sides they make me feel pretty."
>>“if we actually have to run, while we are on the run, then the clothing change is useless and you can toss the shoes, if that doesn’t work for you I’ll just throw you over my shoulder. Or I’ll stop take care of it and you two can keep moving, and call me when you are somewhere safe.”
That certainly was an option. It was a far-less interesting one, but an option all the same. Lenna's eyes drew to the untied sash on the back of the yellow dress, and guided the Ranger's hands to it without a word. Her brow knit as the big man continued talking, eyes locked on the small of Michael's back. The bow...
It was true. If they were running, it was true the disguises would do little to aid them. And the fact he had bulging muscles that could help him carry people and things was a useful one. Bulging muscles, and an owner who was willing to toss himself in the line of fire for two lovely ladies. Useful? Even more-so. But underlying it all…
Her lips narrowed into a thin red line; she was starting to sense impatience in his voice. Uncertain hands tugged and tore at the ribbon of fabric in front of her eyes. And then, that tone shifted. The ape man took a step back, changed. Lenna caught the reflection of it out of the corner of one eye as her fingers took over for the Ranger’s fumbling hands.
“Here, let me get that for you,” She commented, tone muted, helpful. Unimpressed. He took another step forward, and changed right back.
>>“That’s all you. I can explain more about it later, more than you’d probably like someone else to know…” Her shoulders rose in the slightest of a shrug. All her? Sure.
It was a changing room.
>>“…but for now I suggest we decide on a dress, maybe some tennis shoes with yellow or pink or whatever on it, and I’ll grab what ever fits after that we need to move, before they have us surrounded. And we just have to kill a bunch of people.”
“Yeah, yeah…” She still didn't believe a word he was saying about 'adaptation' this, 'adapted' that. It all sounded like an excuse made up to cover up the underlying problem of an ill-controlled power growth. Or somebody's cosmic joke. The brunette's fingers jerked the sash into a final neat loop.
The Ranger spoke then, insisting he continue to wear the sparkly girly shoes. "You certain?" Lenna took a step away from him, her work done. Again, he asserted his position. Lenna's shoulders rose, and fell. Okay, okay... If he was so set on it, who was she to keep the unsteady maiden from standing firm?
>>"And 'sides they make me feel pretty."
"Lovely," Lenna brushed past Michael, towards the ape. A hand went up to rest momentarily on his shoulder. Quite the feat. "Let's go find you a suit, and grab some purses for our guns..."
Then the hand vanished. Lenna led the way out the door.
Mars watched the back and forth taking note of the women’s reactions and words. Finding Lori’s behavior more and more odd as they went. As for Lenna, she seemed skeptical of her effect on mutants, this would be a fun day of education. What better way to spend the evening then telling someone about them self.
He followed the woman across the store and noted the lack of police...what had them so spooked that they wouldn't even enter...maybe they finally noticied what happened to those who messed with mutants, or more specifically, what happend to those that messed with the big red ones.
As Lenna proclaimed there was need of gun purses and of course his suit H lifted the bags, closing the distance with her and ensuring that Lori didn’t fall down with her new voluntary amnesia on how to walk in hills. He followed Lenna out getting to the suits and holding some things up a man with a measuring tape seemed to be admiring his form all the way down to the tip of his tail…how nice the man wasn’t a superiorphobe, perhaps he would change that soon enough. He came over with a measuring tape and noted down the lines of what he would need with out a word, seeming to enjoy his inspection of the peach colored Mars. He wasn’t even aware of why he was enjoying it until the man seemed to look up at him as he got his in seem. How odd.. he felt a bit violated and immediately felt bad about being on the Venus side of hormones, when in the dressing room wit Lori and Lenna…. But still what a strange little man. He picked a white suit and shirt with a yellow and red striped tie .he was amused that he found a tie with both of the ladies colors on it.
L had tied the sash on the dress that the Ranger had neglected, and then when led to tie it completely failed at. The Ranger tried briefly and then gave up and was going for a knot when she had stopped him just done it herself. And following the Ranger's comments about the heels, her task done, she response to his final comment being simply, "Lovely," and then moved away and addressed the ape-man. "Let's go find you a suit, and grab some purses for our guns..."
As L made her way out of the changing room the Ranger gave the room a quick once over to insure everything that belonged in the bags had made its way there. After assuring that everything was there, save the pink dress and the black shirt that still had its ink cartridge attached, the Ranger moved to remove the clothing from the hook. The ape-man then claimed the bags. Turning to face door, and thereby the ape-man who would soon become a living crutch until s/he could walk properly in heels, the Ranger held the dress and shirt slung over one arm and took a few steps toward the ape-man. A few very clumsy steps.
Almost immediately the Ranger tripped over his now female feet and staggering a few feet forward before falling. He thought he was going to eat it on the dressing room floor, but thankfully Mars had positioned himself to catch him/her. After a brief moment the Ranger realized that he had not in fact hit the ground but had been caught by the ape-man. S/He took a deep breath of relief while still being up close to the ape-man. In doing so the Ranger filled his female lungs full of air riddled with pheromones that immediately began to impact his now female body. The physical brain and endocrine system of Elle's body began to react in the normal fashion, problem was that for the consciousness inside that body, the reaction was all but normal.
The Ranger moved a step away from the ape-man and then took hold of his arm for support. As this was being done the Ranger began to feel an odd attraction to the currently pink ape-man. The Ranger soon became confused and somewhat scarred by what he was feeling, his mind was being assaulted by the carnal desires of this body! As the trio made their way out into the store the Ranger shifted the shirt so that the camera would get a nice view of it leaving the dressing room, and at the same time shifted the hold s/he had on the ape-man's arm so that the two of them were a slight bit closer.
When they had reached the area of the store when men's suits were handled, and a man came out to take measurements, the Ranger moved away from the ape-man. Part of him was sad to be moving away, and part was glad, and another part still wanted to shoot the first part and get some sanity back. Stepping away from the ape-man the Ranger found a rack to hang onto while his crutch was getting fitted. Also, being tired of holding the hanging clothes from the dressing room the Ranger just stuck the black shirt on the rack that s/he was hanging onto. The employee's can deal with that. Then turning to face L asked, "What do we need to do with this?" S/he then held up the pink dress to clarify what 'this' was.
"That," Lenna started, then looked around at the clothing nearby. Men's clothes. Nowhere to stash it. She picked up one of the bags with a shrug, and walked it over to Michael, keeping within the four feet of the man with the measuring tape the entire time. The bag fell in front of the blond lightly. Lenna bent to unzip. "Put it in here."
Then she took a step back, hands on hips. Her eyes rose to graze the security cameras casually, taking in their locations while she waited for the giant's molestation to end.
"After all this is over..." She spoke to the Ranger as she stared off into the distance. "You'll probably need a change of clothes..."
FOr the first time that day Lori gave him a look like she was herself, momentarily full of need, of appreciation, of reluctance to leave his side. He liked that it was a bit of relief.
Mars was mindful to take a step back from the man and toward Lenna anytime he thought he was getting out of Lenna's reach, it was comical, Lenna would shift away and Mars would shuffle a bit closer, the appreciative store clerk would then hurriedly follow him.
The man finished finding the perfect suit and Mars was almost to happy to put it on, The man looked disappointed when Mars turned and flashed a winning smile to the pair of women accompanying him.He would need a moment to change, so he guessed it was time to reverse the roles. "Um, come on Ladies, I may need some assistance.
He had decided on going commando. he was done dealing with his boxers falling off of him, but at the same time, he would definitely turn away from them for that part. The man started to object and mars had the incredulity to wink at the man. winning them begrudged passage.
"That," L started, before she looked around and then picked up the bags and moved them over to the Ranger. She then bent down and unzipped the bags. "Put it in here." She then moved back and placed her hands on her hips. The Ranger then knelt down, and slightly lifted the tops of the bags, looking to see which had the guns but hiding the contents from any cameras. Having found the bag with them s/he placed the dress into other bag to keep any oil or gun powder residue from getting on it. As he did L went on talking, "After all this is over..." "You'll probably need a change of clothes..."
The Ranger zipped up the bags and stood up, grabbing a few shirts hanging on the rack and pull them tight to keep steady. "Oh joy, a nice pink dress as a change of clothes from a yellow one."
When the man had finished measuring the ape-man and found him a suit, the ape-man turned and gave L and the Ranger a smile. He then said, "Um, come on Ladies, I may need some assistance." At that the Ranger grabbed the bags and carried them over to the ape-man pack-mule. S/He thankfully didn't wall on this trip to his/her crutch. Dropping the bags off the Ranger took hold of the ape-man's arm for support. The Ranger felt glad to be back so being so near the ape-man. The Ranger now feared that he would once again be a slave to the will of this body as he was in his hotel room.
>>"Oh joy, a nice pink dress as a change of clothes from a yellow one."
Lenna frowned at him. If he was stuck in that feminine form any longer, appearances and clothing would not be the issue... For a moment, she sympathized with him. Strange situation, strange place. It was like Paris, all over again. This time, in reverse. No fanatically-devoted parrot singing show tunes, no stalker, but issues. There were still issues. Her face twinged with a hint of apprehension. Her voice dropped an octave, so only Michael and her could hear it clearly. "Honestly though... after we get out of this. What if you don't find what you're looking for?"
>>"Um, come on Ladies, I may need some assistance."
Lenna's eyes snapped back to the other man. For the moment, her question was forgotten. She faked a smile at Pinky. "Guess the situation's reversed..." When she said it, there was spice... but there was no spark.
Michael gave him the bags, and Lenna followed them into the men's dressing room, dodging looks from other customers. Two women, entering a dressing room with a handsome man. What would they think? Oh, the scandal...
Mars took the bags and walked to the dressing room, still keeping an eye on Lori who was managing a too convincing rendition of, I can’t walk in heels. Seriously it was bizarre how well she was holding up this persona…
~~"Oh joy, a nice pink dress as a change of clothes from a yellow one."
He responded with a quiet chuckle to that response, the sarcasm was just right, she was importing some of her self into this character at least.
^^"Guess the situation's reversed..."
See now, this was where men and women differed, was a frumpy old man rushing to ruin such a encounter in a dressing room, absolutely not. even the overly appreciative sales clerk was willing to cut his losses and mind his own business.
He stripped down to the over sized boxers with the door open not, really giving a damn who saw and who didn’t He then turned and went ahead and got rid of those as well, once he was nude he realized something that he should have thought of first… he took the pair of paints and bit a small hole in the back of the pants just below where the belt would go he then pulled and tore the slacks until it had an appropriately sized hole to allow his tail freedom. He then carried on with getting dress. If any one really wanted a full view of him a glance at the mirror would do the trick, but he was atleast being discreet enough that he wasn’t simply flashing them either…at least not more than his bum. The slacks went on followed by shirt, tie and jacket, He tightened the top of his boots, they were big on him but he would manage.
“Next stop, gun totes?” and then they would finally be ready to get this show on the road... he pulled off the tags and would gladly pay for the outfits, so long as they didn’t have to escape before then.
He hefted the bags on to his shoulder and was ready to follow the women, who would instinctively know where the bags were…he was sure.
"Honestly though... after we get out of this. What if you don't find what you're looking for?"
The question was one the Ranger didn't have an answer to. As far as he knew, he would be stuck in her body unless they found her and then the cause of the switch. If they could not find her than, he feared, he would be stuck as Elle forever. In a low voice so only L could hear the Ranger answered, "I...I'm not sure. I fear that I may be stuck like this though."
The Ranger walked holding the ape-man's arm to the men's dressing rooms. Upon reaching the dressing rooms the ape-man went into one of the rooms and at the door the Ranger let go of his arm and placed a female hand on the door frame for support. When the ape-man started to strip down the Ranger turned to look away. He didn't want to feed his now female body any more stimuli which would subject him to thoughts that he didn't want to have.
The Ranger stood there with his/her back turned to the ape-man who was changing. After a short while s/he heard some tearing from behind. The Ranger was sure that L hadn't left the area. Wondering what the tearing was all about the Ranger turned his female head to see what was going on out of the corner of his/her eye. S/He noticed two things. First, the tearing was from the ape-man making a hole for his tail. Second, he was going commando. The Ranger turned his/her head back to face forward, and just as the Ranger had expected the sight had strengthened the feelings his now female body was subjecting him to.
Finally the ape-man had finished dressing and announced it with, “Next stop, gun totes?”
"Definitely!" Replied the Ranger. Having the guns stuck in a zipped up duffel bag carried by their pack-mule was not any way to be prepared. The Ranger wanted to have a gun on her person if for no other reason than that it gave him a sense of control in this insane situation that has been thrust upon him by an unknown force.
When the ape-man shouldered the bags the Ranger moved close to him and took hold of his arm once again. This time s/he unconsciously wrapped a female arm around his in an affectionate manner.