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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Hw walked around the apartment annoyed at his surroundings. This was not the mansion and as fun as saying words with a singular s was, he was not himself., and he wasn’t even sure who or where he was, It was time to head back to the mansion and now. He peeled the gloves from his hands and tossed them on an end table, He then began to walk forward, in Koga’s world gloves were a restriction as were shoes, yes they helped him stay warm but the also hampered his movement. He reached for a set of dangling Keys and the world paused….He was still alive, but sound ceases and he watched as the keys tarnished in his hands. The went from tarnish to archaic…. He was so bored and he had no Idea what invoked this. Seconds turned to days and days into years….he could tell you every detail of the scene in front of him and years to think of why and what had happened to him every oddity that could have occurred to cause all of this, Finally his hand broke free from the infinite lock that had him stuck for what seemed like ages and only boiled down to a minute, it released him into the world of the moving again and he went and retrieved his gloves hoping that the gloves wouldn’t make him stare at them as he put them on. He retrieved the keys that he could tell you every detail about, Locking the door behind him.
He dropped the keys he knew intimately into his coat pocket. He was making his way to the mansion and he would get there, dang it! He didn’t make it out of the lobby before he was holding a door for a woman and the woman had to thank him by touching his exposed wrist. She had a smile on her face, Her lips turning to pay a compliment to his manners, she was pretty There eyes locked for what seemed like a day, her make up wore down, meanwhile back in the real world her twin boys bound through the door and accidently ran into the back of their mother. He wondered momentarily if she would of worn down with time like the tarnished keys… He turned swiftly back to his room and made sure not to let his flesh touch a thing. The woman stood terrified crying by the door. Wondering what had just happened to her.
He returned to a ringing phone. He picked up the phone and answered. “Salutations?”
Posted by Martin Stein on Sept 20, 2009 5:14:20 GMT -6
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Jul 2, 2013 5:22:49 GMT -6
It had only taken a few minutes after coming hime from a certain furry meeting, that Martin decided on calling home. That was he decided he had to find a phone to get in touch with his body. And its current occupant. A phone... Where could I find a phone? Maybe the lobby? One of the offices? He walked out of his door -after making sure that he was properly dressed with sneakers, jeans and a t-shirt in dark colors- and turned left. He might just have gotten the hang of maving around in this foreign building. Finally.
His newfound luck helped find him a suitable communications device in under an hour. Frustrating. Good, wasnt it? He quickly picked up the price of his search, relished for a minute the feeling of plastic on his fingers- before dialing the one number he knew quite well. The number of his own apartment. What would he find at the other end of the line? Who would have posessed his body? A little boy, barely able to understand what he was saying, or something more mature? He would find out soon.... Salutations? "Hello." What had he wanted to say now? Get out of my body? Leave it alone? He fell silent for a moment of thought. "Please do not hang up the phone. This is not a joke." Two statements first. Maybe they archieved exactly opposite effects, but who cared. The childs voice being transmitted through wires sounded calm, polite.... commanding? "I believe you have something that belongs to me...." My life, my existence... Silence. "My body." There he had spoken it. Out loud. Electric signals were racing.
"Hello." Please do not hang up the phone. This is not a joke." "I believe you have something that belongs to me...." My body."It was him he sounded a lot younger than he had thought, he'd have to work on that.
"Ha! why would I hang up on you? You have my body." Koga smiled "and yeah, I'm not so sure I have your body as your body has me...I don't mean to be rude, but is there a way to stop the world pushing pause on me...I already realized that I need the gloves...and the woman that touched my wrist....its skin contact isn't it?" Koga was nothing if not quick at figuring out things..." Do you have any Idea how this happened? and where are you? You aren't misusing my powers are you?"
He carried the phone to the closest and looked for something anything with color...it was then that he spotted it tucked up in the corner of the closest as if it should be discarded. A bright Yellow baseball cap, It would clash with all the blacks and greys the rest of his clothes consisted of. It was perfect.
Koga for his part was perfectly calm about the situation... This was the hand the world dealt him today, It wasn't all that different from randomly waking up the color of his comforter and police in his room trying to catch him.
Posted by Martin Stein on Sept 21, 2009 2:37:45 GMT -6
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Jul 2, 2013 5:22:49 GMT -6
The boy was much more cheerful then expected. And, sadly, already much more experienced in his powers then he liked. Being possessed by a body. He did not know how true those words were. How truly grateful he was for this holiday, just away from stopping time and tightly covered skin. It was wonderfully free. Koga would be able to hear his own tone change, to change it into something rasping, coughing, short breathed. The conflict was hard. And it was showing. Showing in mind and body. The hand that held the phone was covered in fractal shapes again, pyramids in pyramids that ever seemed to divide themselves into endlessness. (Not a joke) Should he help him with information? Give away part of what he was that easily? He would have to if he wanted to avoid... Had he just said that he had touched someone? Oh my Goodness. This was just bad. "Listen to me fledgling, as I will only say this once." His voice was commanding now, as commanding as a teenagers voice could be. Nothing close to any of the aforementioned conflicts. "Do not let people touch your skin. Do not go out of the house without gloves. Do not let anything other then clothing touch you directly." Every do not was pronounced so accentually that it betrayed the nature of the word they contained. Mustn't. Each one was a mustn't aimed directly at his own heart, piercing with blunt tips, worn edges. They were his mantras, his was of securing himself.
After the rant, he had to catch his breath. There was no apology. There would be none for his harsh tone. These were things that needed to be done. "Secondly: You are pressing pause on the world, and it will not stop unless you concentrate hard. Just try to keep things like they normally are." It would be hard enough that way. He hoped the boy would have the strength to do it. The other option would not do him harm, but it would certainly make communications more difficult."And for the rest of things: Why don't we meet face to face? I really don't want to discuss all this via the phone." He fell silent for a minute searching his mind for a location that would give them the necessary privacy. And him a good look at his body. He hoped it had not been damaged by the boy. He hoped the boy had not done too much damage to others. "How about Central Park? Ill be at Strawberry fields in an hour." Click. There had been no time for a response. Martin was gone from the wire.
~~"Do not let people touch your skin. Do not go out of the house without gloves. Do not let anything other then clothing touch you directly."
“um,Yeah! You think?” If Martin had ever wondered what it would be like to hear himself play the part of an irritated teen, well he was going to get the performance of a life time. “The only reason I think she isn’t Tarnished like your keys is because her rowdy boys don’t now how to behave and watch where they are going. Thank Goodness. A swear I stared at her for a day in the moments it took for the kids to ran three steps into their mom. I was already trying to hide my skin on the chance that that was how your body works. And by anything you mean, anything? Crap.” It was worse than he thought…he had hoped for a trick, don’t have your hands relaxed and you wouldn’t zap time.
~~"Secondly: You are pressing pause on the world, and it will not stop unless you concentrate hard. Just try to keep things like they normally are.". "And for the rest of things: Why don't we meet face to face? I really don't want to discuss all this via the phone." "How about Central Park? Ill be at Strawberry fields in an hour."
“Well o…” Dial tone. He just got hung on by himself…what kind of crap was that? Well at least he got to stay warm. He threw a scarf around most of his face and went out to leave again. He avoided eye contact with the woman from before she was in the hall way looking into her mail box only half paying attention. He moved onward and then back out the door locking it again and then making way out the building He then began heading toward Central park. Now where exactly were these strawberry fields?
Posted by Martin Stein on Sept 21, 2009 8:19:50 GMT -6
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Jul 2, 2013 5:22:49 GMT -6
Strawberry Fields, as many New Yorkers know, is a part of Central Park dedicated to John Lennon. It centers around a round mosaic of the words "IMAGINE" as a designated quiet area in the centerer of the city. Around the landscape are small stones in front of trees and shrubs commemorating several nations collaborative effort at building and maintaining this site. It is also one of the few places in the world where the FDR and the GDR both are commemorated side by side. The mosaic is usually decorated with flowers and candles, still decorated one should say as Lennon's death has long passed generations.
A young boy wrapped in several layers of rather colorful clothing was now standing at exactly this mosaic, keeping his eyes locked at it as if it were his only salvation. Maybe it even was. The boys skin had taken on a sickly gray tone that contrasted with the vivid nature of his attire. Careful visitors might see that it was exactly the coloring of the mosaic that he had taken, geometric shapes swimming under the surface of his epidermis.
The place was empty except for the rotting flowers left on the mosaic. It was a place with an eerie atmosphere. Somewhere between the rotting flowers some pieces of vandalism on the mosaic became apparent. Blue ink on the stones. "IMAGINE" "..t..nt FREEDOM" A grave-song, an obituary it seemed to be on everything that was well and right. Maybe. People were rushing along, not taking a look at the stones twice they walked on, rushing past the flowers. And the child was still there. If it only were a child that was residing in the body.
Martin picked up one of the decaying roses and smiled at it. It was as if he had found something long forgotten. He smiled at the rose that left some of its leaves behind on the ground and did not seem to notice the arrival of his own body. Only his colors had changed. Swirling reds, dark reds, bloody reds. They were not noted. Nothing out of the ordinary in the fields.
Koga strode threw central park enjoying the height that this new body allowed, he briefly wondered how old he was, when his body was born…what his actual body was doing. He walked over to a large map incased in plastic and looked for a strawberry field…it wasn’t in the botanical garden, at least he didn’t see it there. He then saw a group of what he would have classified as hippies, one had a guitar and the other two both walked next to him as he strummed some song quietly about love. The woman asked If they were going to play in strawberry fields again and the man dropped the song and immediately started playing a Beatles tune. The woman was saying something about taking that as a yes. And Koga couldn’t help it. “Hi!” he said in a chipper tone. “I was just looking for the strawberry fields. Any chance I could tag along?” and so it came that Koga got his first out of body experience while listening to the song we all live in a yellow submarine with a trio of very groovy acquaintances. One had to wonder how many could say the same under much different circumstances.
He watched himself hold up a rose, smell it and smile as he took on the shades of the dying flower. He was stunned into silence as he observed his flesh ripple into shades of red. He would have to remember that he could be fun to look at…he made a note to himself to change colors in front of Katrina more often.
“Hi, do you know my name? Your name is Ryuichi Koga.” He said as he walked up to the mass of layered vivid colors. He thought briefly about if the man were sore that he didn’t have much black white and grey.
Posted by Martin Stein on Sept 26, 2009 12:22:50 GMT -6
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Jul 2, 2013 5:22:49 GMT -6
The first thing was the music. Guitar chords forming an easy melody, an easygoing atmosphere seeping around the instrument, from the instrument out into the air. Repetitive. Harmless. Stupid. Closing in on him. It were sounds unlike anything this place had ever seen since yesterday. It was something that made even the dead rose in his hands seem to be friendly, new, charming. It was old music. Music from his youth? Not quite. Childhood maybe. Recognition was faint. But nonetheless existent. Martin turned the child's body around, only to be faced with a group most strangely. He barely noticed.
The slit pupils were fixed on the boy-man in their middle, the one casually strolling along with them, the one casually talking, joking. Was that even possible? Martin feared for them. For himself a little. This body had no defenses against itself. How bare he really was to the world Idiotic lines of thought, restlessly twirling around, thick smoke obscuring the clear view on more logical matters. His gaze then wandered over the mans clothing to see whether he was properly covered. It took a while. It was a thorough and quite silent inspection from afar, all while he was advancing on him. IMAGINE. What if I were always free of this? How nice would it be, to keep this? Can he bear it alone? IMAGINE Have you ever met yourself on strawberry fields? He let the rose fall to the ground, petals scattering away from the dying body. Leaving the sinking ship. His colors remained the same. There was nothing here to fear, save himself. And he was afraid. The unmovable was moved, that was, until....
Hi, do you know my name? Your name is Ryuichi Koga. The boy had no Idea. How was he able to stand on his legs. My legs. They're mine. Awkward silence fell between them as he was stared at out of his own eyes. They were hard and cold now. Much more reptilian then he had ever thought them to be possibly. He was prey in a way. And he was just feeling it. Not that Martin would ever dare to try to harm him. It was an assessment. And it was ongoing even as the young boy spoke. “The name of your body is Martin Ssssstein” The lisp merged with a harsh foreign tone. It was almost too much to be legible any more, bordering nonsense. Dancing on the cliffs, yet not falling... IMAGINE guitar chords were strung behind them. The boy that was not turned around. Stung by a whole swarm of bees. Soundbees buzzing yesterday. Swiftly. Cowering. Dangerous. His tongue was flapping at the hippies. Animalistic. Hungry. Did they notice? He did not wait. He was hungry. For information on the events that surrounded his own bodies defection. “I see that you have started to adapt.” It was more of a statement then anything else. The hard gaze broke for a minute.... had he himself adapted already? “How... have you been?”
Silence. Worries. Honesty. Masks were out for today.
He watched himself glare and wonder and make all the faces that he wondered if he used in his own body. His eyes were so express in spite of their size and darkness. His lisp wasn’t nearly as bad on the ears as he always imagined.
~~“The name of your body is Martin Ssssstein”
“Martin Stein, interesting.”
~~“I see that you have started to adapt.”
“Yeah, It is definitely tricky not touching anyone in New York city.”
~~“How... have you been?”
“Hmmm, I have been kind of like this..” He held up the keys to his apartment that looked like they could have been sitting in a drawer for a years. They were shiny and new just the other day. “The woman at the door, I looked at for a few hours while he kids took the few steps to the door and ran into her… I dare say things are going to be awkward around her.”
“How about you, did you learn to overdress the hard way?”
“Are you hungry? I have your wallet if you need anything. I wouldn’t access anything without your permission of course. I think that the fact I didn’t know your name attests well enough to that…. SO,what now? ”
Posted by Martin Stein on Oct 1, 2009 3:10:14 GMT -6
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Jul 2, 2013 5:22:49 GMT -6
After chasing away the hippies -it was a quite satisfying sight to let them run in their fowery attire, run like flowers in the fields, he felt the urge to speak -strangely enough- about that which defined his life. Torrents unseen, waves that found no shore. He knew them well. And so did the little child that now inhabited his form; lost his innocence already at an ge that was saddening. It was only the eyes, his own blue eyes, that were still unbroken, that told him the boy was still mostly intact. But it had only been a few days at best. A few years maybe. Decades. What meant those ords to him? What were they to him? Noting but fleeting eons, everstanding eternity. How would this child fare in seas that were never meant to be mans, nor meant to be looked upon by anyone without breaking away. It was for these reasons alone that he opened his mouth. It was for these reasons, that he lifted up his hand in a gesture of... compassion, saw his own vivid skin, that which this corpus was defined by. Amongst other things. How gifted this boy was. How little he yet knew about his gifts. It was saddening. All of it was saddening. "Ssso long as your sssskin does not touch, there will be no big problems." No breaking yet. No shattering of souls. Can you stand that? Coldness spoke from his mouth, lisped from it, much unlike what the rest of his body said. It was a memory now, almost; but the cold had never left him. It never would. Icy seas that saw the keys. "But I am very ssssorry you have to bear my predicament." His hand dropped uselessly. Dropped like his shoulders. It was his after all. He had to bear it. Alone. The roses were all dead by now, yes? "I planned on moving out anywayssss." He stated. Factly. I just wanted to stay for a while longer. "Do you ...even... realissse what you have done?" His outward calm belied the fact that he was quite irritated on the inside. Winters chill wold have to stay yet for a while.
His voice was much more silent then usual. Barely whispers that rode on a wind to meek to show itself to the senses. "You are indeed gifted, little one." The last breath of winter was it, not? He stiffened up in accordance with the child's following words. Overdress? What did he mean? The clothing was colorful. And much too bright for him. But overdressed? No he was not really. But on the other hand... he was dressed much more warmly then everyone else. Might that be it? "If you mean your-my- little problem with cold weather: There issss a young telekinetic at the Manssssion, who....." He let the sentence trail off into silence. He even gave him a smile. A mean one in a way. If their bodies would ever return to their normal state, he might have a lot of fun finding out about that one. His smile widened at the notion to get food. It was honest now. Earnest. Even if it would be him who payed. Strange world. Very strange indeed. A boy who did not take money (probably from honesty, a saddening affliction) out of a wallet that was his and then politely offering to buy the owner food from his own money. It was ridiculous. A tale to tell for long evenings. "Yessss, letssss talk more on the way." He started to walk in the direction of the nearest gate. Out. About. Somewhere around here should be a restaurant. He was smiling.
~~"Ssso long as your sssskin does not touch, there will be no big problems."
“How does it not affect the cloth? I don’t really get that part of it.”
~~"But I am very ssssorry you have to bear my predicament."
“Don’t be, I am fairly certain you aren’t any more responsible for this than I am, You Abilities have to have an upside… is there a way to break the “pause” with out another stimulus such as the boys to their mother? I could see this as a great tool for study… If a book were set by a fan and then I touched it would I be able to study it until the last page? I will take your advisement, I am honestly in awe of your abilities.”
~~"I planned on moving out anywayssss." "Do you ...even... realissse what you have done?"
“I can’t say that I really, truly understand the consequences as I have merely encountered the woman…what would more than likely be considered this morning, to every one but me and her. For what it is worth…I don’t mind if you take advantage of the tangibility that my body offers you until we find a way to switch back…it is just so perplexing how this came about. And really what can she do to kick you out? say I froze time around her? prove it. but if you ever did need a place to stay the mansion always has a room or more open, there is even an adult floor you’d more than likely have access too.”
~~"You are indeed gifted, little one."
“Thanks, but I’m bigger than you right now, probably older too.” He smiled at his form.
"If you mean your-my- little problem with cold weather: There issss a young telekinetic at the Manssssion, who....."
Koga nodded with Martins head.” I feel goofy sometimes putting on layer after layer while everyone else gets to dress more sparsely. But if you let yourself get too cold you’ll fall asleep until your warm again…its dangerous not to stay warm.”
Posted by Martin Stein on Oct 5, 2009 16:37:50 GMT -6
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Jul 2, 2013 5:22:49 GMT -6
They were walking now. And he was talking bout things that he had never talked before. Was it painful? Yes. Was it necessary? Yes. Was it? If one piece of his intricate logical puzzle would fail him today, he might have just given away a little bit too much. Of himself. Information. And his body. He minded the loss of the first more then the second´, since he could not do anything about it. For the time being. "That isss a quessstion to wich I do not know the ansssswer." As advanced he was in controlling the sight, he wondered how much control the boy had. As advanced as he was in controlling himself, he wondered how much restraint a teenager could possess. It must just be enough. But when he -that was him- spoke again, the lizardboy hissed. Animalistic. Hurt.
"You do not understand." Somehow he sounded disappointed. Somehow he felt relieved. Working out the mechanics behind his powers in a warzone, a cold warzone, had taken him years. Decades. That was in this timeframe. And which one the boy lived in he could not tell. And guessing would not be of any help either. He might just enter the realm of femtoseconds. Or not. "The realm of time....:" He would have to show him, yes? He breathed out heavily. It was a risping sigh. Suddenly he changed from a simple walk into a charge. There were only small indicators. Changes in muscle tension, minute traces of him shifting balance. "The predicament is domination of time."And then it was there. A sudden movement in the direction of his... counterpart. If his instincts served himwell, he might force time to halt. For himself. Of not. Then he would be hit in the face by a lizardboy soon. And all the while he was just jumping at him, the boy still breathed out words. "And the cost of that is high." If he had to hurt himself to make the boy understand, then he would just to that. The lizards eyes were colder then ever. Hunting prey. Thus were the choices he had to make daily. Every time he put on his gloves. They still scared him.
~~"That isss a quessstion to wich I do not know the ansssswer."
~~"You do not understand." "The realm of time....:"
~~"The predicament is domination of time."
“hmmm, I guess that is one was to look at it.”
His body leapt at him,
in
slow
motion
His form moved inbullet time toward him, it was one of those moments that people describe as time stopping for a moment he expected to be able to move as fast as his mind was….was his mind thinking super fast or was everything moving super slow, he pondered this for a couple hours as his current time share on this german mutant ticked by, he his body moving in the ut most efficient way to avoid the attack, he shifted down and to the right letting gravity increase his body’s natural speed.
The youth covered another centimeter as he pondered the next forty moves he should make, it was like chess, seeing every possible move, having time to weigh every single move and adjust his planning while his opponent picked up his next pawn. the chameleons body was picking up the first pawn and and the chronomancer had already finished the next hundred games. He was getting board with this attack before he had even covered any significant ground.
The words were drawn out and meaningless to his ears a multi sylabled moan of nonsense.~~ "And the cost of that is high."
To anyone in the outer world it would look like a youth had attempted to tackle a man and failed horribly. Koga’ had pulled the strings of martins body to move perfectly, the boy leaped and the man dropped down to the right, moving a leg out in front of him to trip the boy just as he intended to make contact. As the body still carried forward martin’s form stood up again and lashed out with two gloved hands, Koga protecting his born form’s flesh. He then moved his hand out to Koga’s upper arm’s easily finding a good holds in the layers of cloth, his knee rose and planted its self in the small of Koga’s back.
It was not that he had moved faster then any one could, it was simply that he had used every millisecond to its utmost potential.
Time crashed around him to the proper frame of the earth’s revolution. “do you want to stare at each other for the rest of the day? What is your problem?”
Posted by Martin Stein on Oct 12, 2009 2:43:25 GMT -6
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Jul 2, 2013 5:22:49 GMT -6
As soon as he encountered the distant gaze in in his form, met his eyes with such glaring cold that it might freeze the world, he knew. He had done the right thing. The exactly right thing. He had forced him to use his latent potential to tap into his most treasured gift, revealed the other half of the mirror, the other side, that was to him. To his being. He was time. I am time. Not any more. It hurt. More emotionally then physically, as he hit the ground. It had worked the way he intended. Hopefully the little one would see the responsibility now. Would be responsible.
Slender arms posed no resistance, as gloved hands grabbed, embraced the growing bone. He was totally limp. He just didn't care what happened to this body. Utter carelessness it was - in a way at least. The leg shouldn't be in his back. It made the positioning slightly uncomfortable. And he had to keep himself from trying to burrow his way out of the constraints placed on him. His tone became more raspy with every breath. His lunges hurt. Slithery. Snakelike. "My problem issss to make you undersssstand, cub." He responded to the question. Coldly. And every bit of the words was unconcerned with his current positioning. Some strain showed thanks to the unusual stress on the lunges, but nothing more. He was superior. He had the experience. He was merciless. He was. Trapped in responsibilities. And by a set of hands that he would never use so carelessly. MAybe he needed another lesson? "Usssse that pretty head of yoursss. That body you took bearssss a gift greater then your own." Oh so true the words, they were ringing. Cough. "And much more terrible." He had spoke with his body limp, but now he started to work the youthful muscles into getting him out of the position at his mercy. Laughable. Mercy?
~~"My problem issss to make you undersssstand, cub."
“Oh.”
~~"Usssse that pretty head of yoursss. That body you took bearssss a gift greater then your own." "And much more terrible."
Koga released his own arms…he was having trouble getting used to thinking like that.
“It has a lot of potential, but I see what you mean, if I knew it was going to take what hours to dodge that one attack and reverse a hold on you, I would have let you hit me, except the second you did, we would have been stuck with you punching me in the face for who knows how long.”
“what do you do with this gift that makes it so great?” He helped pull him up to stand strait. “ I see the vast potential, but it isn’t great until you do great things with it. You don’t want me to to touch people fine, you want me to know what I have to do until we figure this out, great. You want me to think this great or terrible, tell me why.”
“I might just, climb walls and change colors.” And constrict, not that he was telling the unstable German man in his body who just attempted to attack him. “ But I try to do good with it.”
He breathed in with his nose and took a deep breath of something exquisite, something that his body wanted. He saw it and it clicked to Koga, Heidelberg Restaurant, Authentic German food. It made sense, He thought that the writing at Martin’s house was in German, Stein was a German name…and his stomach was grumbling for German food.