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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For a time there was back and forth between the two of them over who had control over Zephyr's head. Zephyr won in the end, but Ghost liked to think that she let him. Because really, what would she do with a Zephyr head without any of the rest of him? It had been a good learning exercise even though he hadn't chosen to expand his incorporeality. He had chosen to swap incorporeality for solidity. That had been a hard lesson for Ghost, who had upon her first transformation, wandered for some time without a physical body.
Understandably, Zephyr did not like the sink or swim method. He'd done very well despite the fact that Ghost had offered admirable resistance. He overstepped his bounds.
>"I'm curious Ghost, just how far can you stretch in that form?"
She felt his control wrapping around parts of her person. Or rather, she felt parts of her person no longer freely moving as she dictated.
Immediately Ghost drew back, the majority of her incorporeal person now across the room, but part of herself tethered where Zephyr held her. It was an odd sensation. A bit like pressure on the chest when attempting to breathe, but it wasn't her chest. It wasn't any specific part of her despite what it looked like.
"The point of this is not to test my limits. It is to teach you to change your body's state of matter." He was mad. She had felt bad for him before, but now he was being childish and taking it out on her. He had asked for her help. She had tried to help. Now she was being punished for it.
Natural respiration eventually would eventually replace what Zephyr held by his power. Eventually. She'd never tired to... replace something that was missing, though. Of course, she'd never fully been cut off from a piece of herself either.
To buy enough time to figure out how to replace what Zephyr had taken control of she talked. "Why did you change back? You could have taken the transformation further. Expanded what I started?" How did one breathe when they were air? When she wasn't thinking about it, it just happened. Now that she was worried about it, it wasn't coming so naturally anymore.
In spite of the annoyance he felt at Ghost's resistance as she fought his efforts Zephyr couldn't help a mild level of curiosity as he watched incorporeal waif stretch her form across the length of the classroom loosing it's humanoid shape until the hessain hands were left grasping nothing more than two appendages connected to a thin, almost stick like, distortion in the air resting against the wall opposite him and wryly noted that the insubstantial sylph had just answered his question.
"The point of this is not to test my limits. It is to teach you to change your body's state of matter."[/color]
Zephyr frowned, his arms lowering back to his sides even as he continued his efforts to extend his mental control over the remainder of Ghost's being. What the girl said was true, yet her words did little to improve his mood; she had stepped over a line when she'd forced him to shift against his will and refused to release him. Admittedly her actions had granted him something of an epiphany in regards to the transformation but that did not excuse her actions in his mind and so he did not deign to respond to the sylph.
"Why did you change back? You could have taken the transformation further. Expanded what I started?"[/color]
Zephyr countenance darkened further and he drew a deep before pushing away and walking towards the centre of the room. Ghost's struggles were becoming more annoying the further he extended his control, that combined with the increasing pounding in his skull was making it difficult to hold onto the girls form, as with almost any mutant though the intensity or effectiveness of his abilities increased with proximity and so strode closer to what remained of Ghost's uncaptured form.
"Did it ever occur to you I would not enjoy being robbed of my senses? Being unable to comprehend, sight, touch, balance, temperature, even pain and a host of others. I asked you to release me, you refused, how did you expect me to react?"
As he spoke the hessians tone began to mirror his expression, remaining low and controlled but unmistakably tenebrous as he finally snapped off the final words before brining a hand to his temples. His migraine was increasing; he wasn't accustomed to fighting another for control of the air and Ghost's struggles were forcing him to concentrate far more than was typically necessary. In an effort to relieve a measure of the difficulty Zephyr gestured with his free hand and moved what had once been sylph's ethereal arms across the room to the rest of her form without releasing his control, thereby allowing to focus on a smaller range of space.
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
Anger begets anger. Ghost's options were to get angry or get hurt. She was so tired of taking the hits. And she wasn't about to take them from a friend.
> "Did it ever occur to you I would not enjoy being robbed of my senses?"
"Did it ever occur to you that is exactly what you asked for?" There was heat in those words. Possibly the first anger she'd shown in a long time. Certainly the first she'd shown to Zephyr.
"You asked for my help. My direction. Whatever that might be. You've diverted and delayed enough, Zephyr. Do you want to learn something or do you want to keep crying like a little girl?"
He was advancing on her. He could hurt her. Stubbornly she stood her ground... or... wafted in the same general area as before. She could hurt him too. And she constantly pushed off his advancing control. This was her body and her element. She was graciously teaching him, sharing her skill. He had to respect that or get off.
"Did it ever occur to you that is exactly what you asked for?"[/color]
The anger was unexpected and caused Zephyr to hesitate, he had never truly seen Ghost lose her temper before, and although all he had to interpret was the inherent animosity in her tone it was clear she had lost her final shreds of patience and was possibly angry enough to fight if necessary and so Zephyr paused, glaring silently at his counterpart while halting the extension of his control. If it came to a contest of power the hessian was confident he would win yet he wasn't certain he'd be able to do so without seriously injuring the sylph.
Biting down his initial response Zephyr drew a breath and reconsidered his position. What the sylph said was true to a degree yet her words were not the whole truth, certainly he had expected to face the sensory deprivation at some point, but on his terms, not Ghost's. The fact that she had forced him to experience it against his wishes was eating at him and were the true source of his outrage, yet the realization that he could truly hurt the girl if he continued was gradually beginning to cool his temper.
"There is a difference between asking and being forced." The words were ground out bitterly, reluctantly as Zephyr once again forced himself to admit the loss of control.
"You asked for my help. My direction. Whatever that might be. You've diverted and delayed enough, Zephyr. Do you want to learn something or do you want to keep crying like a little girl?"[/color]
Zephyr's eyes narrowed dangerously and his hands fisted at his sides at the waif's final words and for a split second his ire got the best of him as his powers mirrored his hands and he tightened his grip on the ingénues incorporeal form to a degree that would have broken bones had she been solid and the lapse shocked him.
He needed to leave. Now.
Forcing himself to relinquish control over Ghost the hessian dropped his grip in an instant and then strode towards the rooms only door wrenching it open and hoarsely calling over his shoulder . "I'm taking a break."
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
She did it. She stood up for herself and... said stupid, ugly things. She wasn't going to let him push her around verbally or physically if she could help it, but that didn't means he had to let go of all courtesy. She didn't have physical feeling in her body so there was no way that her anger formed into a cold ball and dropped out of her toes, but it sure felt that way. What she felt now could only be described as horror.
What was it that the policemen had taught her? Strong voice, cool head, clear commands. And she'd failed at that. Deep breath. She had to apologize somehow without giving up what very little authority he'd granted her.
Ah-except he was walking away.
>"I'm taking a break."
"Zephyr." Strong voice. Cool head. He had stuffed her particles close together and that was the first step to becoming solid. She reorganized herself so that she could start the process, but she would be too late if he kept walking.
And then it dawned on her. In her haste, she'd forgotten her self-imposed no full ghosting unless life depends on it rule. If she had a palm to slap her forehead with, she'd be doing that now. Stupid was stupider when layered upon stupidity.
"I am sorry to have betrayed the trust inherent to peer learning, but to be fair you do not take instruction. You poke it. You question it. You do it on your own time." There was always a hazy in-between time where she was partially solid, partially insubstantial. That was a time best spent still, alone, safe and away from all others and all things. She had to say something because he was leaving and he was leaving angry.
And already gone by the time her physical feet touched the ground.
Ghost sat abruptly on the floor, head spinning. What was she trying to do? Arm wrestle him over their element? She'd loose that match up. It was about respect. He needed to restore some to her. She needed to restore some to him.
And what if she'd lost something? Ghost swallowed and felt up her arms and torso. Nothing overtly missing, but that was always how it went. One particle at a time. One drop of water out of her bucket. Nothing she could do about it now...
A plan formed on what what she would say to him should she see him again in the next few minutes to come. In the mean time, she could go visit her dad's classroom for a quick hello. She would check the classroom again after that to be sure that Zephyr hadn't returned for round two. If he hadn't she would have to put the classroom desks back in order and write him an apology letter or something.
It was incredibly fortunate that Zephyr had chosen a time during classes to make his grand exit. Had he been forced to endure the attentions of any of the mansions young residents the hessian was uncertain how he would have reacted. He could still feel the residual anger heating his blood, combining with the tortuous ache in his temples after the constant use of his power, forcing him to take another dose of medication as he instinctively sought out the institutes highest point for a secure place of isolation.
Irritatingly though the school's layout was far from intuitive and the disgruntled mercenary found himself facing dead ends more than once and with his temper as short as it was the hessian soon found himself casting open a window and taking to the sky; searing upwards at a speed that quickly left him as nothing more than a speck in the eyes of any who happened to be watching. It was admittedly a reckless course of action and the added burst of speed only served to momentarily sharpen the dull throbbing of his migraine to a stabbing lance of pain until he finally ceased his ascent and levitated whilst panting slightly.
One of the few things Zephyr prided himself on was his control, not only over his mutation but also his emotions. It was so much easier to deal with a situation if one could convince themselves they didn't care about it, to remain apathetic and simply follow the logical course of action. It was an approach which had always served him well and he rarely found difficulty in following it yet the moment Ghost had begun to shift him... everything had fallen apart.
It was a disquieting situation to be sure and one the hessian did not entirely wish to pursue, he still felt a low level of resentment towards his waifish counterpart but it was tolerable and would likely fade in time. More importantly though the fact that he had so swiftly gone to pieces was something he would need to address whether he liked it or not and the only way to do that... was to return.
The classroom was empty when he arrived but he had expected this, there was little reason for Ghost to remain after he had left, the desks however had not been returned to their original positions and given what he believed of the sylph's nature it was unlikely she would leave the room in such a state unless she intended to return.
Striding over to the desk where he had left his jacket and helmet Zephyr idly donned the former before swiveling a chair to a more desirable angle. It was entirely possible the waif would have no desire to continue their lesson and if so he would leave, until then though there was little he could do but wait.
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
Papa Swift, as Sam liked to call him, was just fine. The students respected him, even seemed to be able to stay awake past lunch hour and that was saying something. Maya waved to the students as she interrupted in order to give her father a hug. She needed that hug.
He asked if anything was wrong, but in front of 8 or so students absolutely nothing was wrong. She had just wanted to say hello.
But it didn't take enough time just for a quick hello. If she were in need of air it would take a while. So she went to the kitchen and found Katrina's mother who was part of the way through making a batch of cinnamon sugar cookies. Ghost helped scoop out the cookie portions of the next tray to go into the oven while Mrs. DuMonde started mixing up the next batch of a different flavor.
By the time all the sugar cookies were cooked, Ghost deemed that an adequate amount of time had passed. She helped pop the first batch of chocolate mint chip cookies in the oven before she swiped two cookies from the last batch. It didn't hurt to hold them, but for sanitary sake she put them both on a napkin.
It was wishful thinking. She fully expected Zephyr to be gone and she would have to sacrifice and eat both cookies... so she was surprised when he was actually there. Sitting. Calmly. Waiting.
"I am sorry." Her tone was neutral and cautious... until she held out the napkin. "Cookie?"
An attempted bribe? Maybe. But if he turned her down then she would still get to eat both.
Minutes had come and gone as Zephyr had waited for the return of his snow haired companion and though it could not have been more than five minutes or so the hessians own perception of time had slowed, extending the short period to its fullest and leaving him with little in the way of diversion but for his thoughts which, admittedly were still far from pleasant.
Thus when Ghost finally crossed the threshold and returned to the disorganized classroom Zephyr's gaze had dropped to his right arm, elbow perched listlessly upon his knee as his slim fingers deftly flipped back and forth, adroitly juggling a silver coin over his knuckles in an effort to idle away the time. Upon noticing his counterparts presence though the mercenary's azure eyes lifted from the flickering coin to the waif's face, silently searching her expression for any of the residual anger or resentment he himself was feeling but if there were any such negative emotions the sylph was concealing them well.
"I am sorry. "[/color]
Zephyr's stare remained even and refused to shift from the ingénue's face as she spoke, this time searching for any measure of insincerity or sarcasm as his ears scanned her voice for the same. The words had sounded stiff almost forced as though the girl were not entirely willing ,or certain about uttering them. Zephyr's brow furrowed as he thought; she was at least making an effort to appear civil and if nothing else he could do the same, even if the lack of any remorse in her voice did not sit well with him.
"Cookie?"[/color]
He blinked and glanced down at the napkin covered hand holding the offered sugar treat and relaxed as he lifted his eyes and saw the shy half smile on her lips as she waited for his response. Perhaps things were not quite so bad as he had anticipated? Whatever the case Zephyr was willing to accept the cinnamon coated peace offering, if only to move past this awkward moment.
"Sure."
He took a bite, it wasn't bad.
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
She didn't feel sorry in the way that she normally did. Ghost felt guilty for betraying his expectations, for loosing her temper a bit... but not really for what she had done. She hadn't hurt him. And he had been bucking her control the whole mangled lesson. Maybe Ghost was a bit too used to having people listen to her. That didn't mean she bore him any ill will, however.
"I was thinking that there is a way to make things right again and a way for you to practice without loosing your own senses." Ghost made the mistake of taking a bite of cookie (It really was very good, especially since is was warm.) and had to finish chewing while Zephyr tried to find the same solution she had.
Ghost offered Zephyr her hand. "Change me." If he wanted a hand up, it was there. If he wanted to change her then and there that was an option as well.
Still seated within the confines of his chair Zephyr listened quietly as Ghost delivered her short appeal, his attention piquing at the mention of new teaching method while another part of him remained somewhat shocked that their entire affray had been so casually brushed aside. He waited silently despite his curiosity as the sylph enjoyed her own sugar coated biscuit. He was interested in her proposed solution but somewhat hesitant to speak after his previous outburst in case his words were misconstrued... an event which seemed to happen fairly often when he was dealing with members of the fairer sex.
"Change me."[/color]
In the midst of taking his own bite the only response Zephyr could give to such a statement was to raise his brows in an expression of surprise as he quickly worked on swallowing both the biscuit and her proposal. It was a logical idea certainly, after all the technique was hers and had been designed with her unique body in mind, thus shifting her would not only allow him to avoid the sensory deprivation but, theoretically, would be somewhat less consuming task than if he were ghost himself.
Still he paused, for there is saying; 'In theory, practice and theory are the same. In practice, they are not.' In essence it was a nod towards Murphy's law and served to remind the hazel haired mercenary that nothing was entirely safe; there was an all too likely chance he'd manage to mishandle the transformation in some manner and somehow damage...
He frowned and mentally shook his head clear of such thoughts; what was he thinking? Dwelling on the what if's, could be's and other potential negative futures would get him nowhere. He'd never been afraid of his mutation before and the hessian would be damned if he would start now; it was his gift, his power and it would listen to him whether it wished to or not.
Accepting the waif's proffered hand Zephyr schooled his features into a resolute expression as used the sylph's own slight weight to pull himself to his feet before gazing down at the girl silently, perpending precisely how to begin the process before swiftly shaking such ponderings from his mind. He had seen the transformation enough times to at least grasp its underlying mechanisms if not fully understand it. In short, he knew exactly how to begin; namely at the beginning.
In this particular instance the beginning translated into the point of contact and as Zephyr had neglected to release the girl's hand after rising he focused his efforts there, closing his eyes and taking a single deep breath as he sought to perceive the collected strands of the ingénue's essence which tied her to her physical form. At such close proximity it took the barest of moments for the British elemental to locate what he wanted and once again he became aware of the high concentration of air within Ghost's body and how it kept the threads of her physical body far less taut than his own.
Forcing his innate curiosity at this subtle difference aside the hessian swiftly set about his task repeating the same manipulations he'd used on himself a short while ago; swiftly grasping a collection of threads and deftly disentangling the fibers into individual ribbons by forcing his own energy into whatever space he could before moving onto another section and repeating the process, occasionally shifting his attention for a split second to ensure the strands did not attempt to reform, but for the most part concentrating his efforts on unraveling the waif's physical form as rapidly as possible.
Focused as he was on the task Zephyr had no means by which to track the time it took him to complete his endeavor, his eyes had been closed throughout the process and a light sheen of sweat coated the mercenary's brow before he finally completed his manipulations on the last strands of the waif's form and swept his azure gaze over his handiwork. The site before him was nothing more than a pale phantom, utterly transparent yet still bearing a clear resemblance to Ghost's tangible body.
The little breath left in the hessians throat caught as he comprehended his achievement and a grin began to tug at the edges of his lips as he glanced down at the hand still clutching a ghostly limb. For some odd reason, in spite of the ethereal form he enacted upon Ghost his fingers still felt as though as though they were touching flesh, it was a strange sensation, but not one the hessian chose to dwell on at the moment.
"I did it."
The words were little more than a whisper and they carried a note of almost idle wonderment which swiftly evolved into a far more positive tone as the remnants of the mercenary's previous uncertainty was washed away and replaced by his habitual confidence. The austere expression on his face likewise shifted as the hessian's grin changed to a smirk and he raised his gaze back to where Ghost's own eyes would be if she could see.
"Well, that was interesting." The words were far more audible than the Kabal members first statement and Zephyr made no attempt to hide the hubristic, self assured tone in his voice. "I suppose all that's left is to..."
Deliberately trailing off Zephyr shifted his attention to reversing the transformation; using what little air was left in his lungs to exhale the mercenary swiftly withdrew all of the energy he had forced between Ghost's bonds in a single motion, causing the girl's ethereal strands to collapse upon each other and rapidly reform and regain their physical status. The overall effect was almost akin to teleportation, the space a pale phantom had occupied less than a moment ago was abruptly replaced by a slender white haired sylph... without her clothes.
Zephyr found his ghosting legs again, now that it wasn't his head on the ghosting block. Ghost helped him to his feet and he set to work immediately. That was a good sign, right? All hurt was replaced by grim determination.
It was an enlightening process to watch... or... feel. When Ghost did it it was everything all at once. The only thing she had to do was extend her power outside of herself somewhat to make sure to include her clothes. When Zephyr didn't naturally include them, rather than break his concentration, Ghost flexed her own power and brought them over. It wouldn't do to end up with a pile of clothes on the floor and her own self naked. She could change herself back in the correct order to avoid any mishaps.
And he did do it. Ghost smiled and it was lost in the clouded particles, but not lost in her tone. "Good job." She squeezed his hand, fully intending to pull out of it so that she could change herself back. Zephyr had another idea, though.
While Ghost was admiring his ghostjob, she noticed a strange set of happenings. She was... raveling. Condensing. "Zephyr, wait." He was on a roll, though. Faster than the unraveling came the change back. She tried to pull back her hand at the very least before...
She was standing there. Naked. As soon as Ghost's power was cut off from the clothes, they too became solid and feel in a heap onto her. Ghost moved her hands to cover herself and found that more than just her hands came with the movement.
"The body wants to be solid. Removing your power is usually enough for it to condense back into its original shape, given that nothing is in the way." Talking was good. Talking was distracting. Talking meant she could think about the idea and practice of a thing without a single gurgle of panic.
Ghost attempted to release the hand that had been in Zephyr's. All that happened was a pulling on the skin of her palm. She flapped her hand and the movement traveled up Zephyr's arm. There was a twinge of something inside of her that she forcefully sighed out.
"If you don't make sure absolutely nothing is in your way when condensing, fusion can occur."
She had to make an effort to not pull the hand attached to Zephyr toward herself when she was pulling on the shirt that had plopped onto her shoulder. It was impossible to wear it right since her arm was in dispose. Even harder to pull on her skirt, one handed. The underware, she just balled up and tucked under her good arm.
"Let's go to Doc Prof. This won't be the first separation surgery he's done for me this year."
Admittedly this was not the most intelligent response Zephyr could have given in the current situation, however it was likely one of the safest, aside from remaining silent. In almost any other circumstance the British elemental would have remarked freely upon his counterparts unfortunate wardrobe malfunction, indeed he would have taken no small amount of amusement in doing so. Now though the hessian was somewhat to satirize the svelte sylph and so, despite the temptation, he bit back the comments on the tip of his tongue and sought to occupy himself with something else as he waited to for the waif to react.
This was, depending on one's point of view, either an unwise or rather opportunistic decision. For when one places a distracted male in the same room as any moderately attractive unrobed female the man's attention tends to focus rather swiftly, and though Ghost's figure may be described as lacking in some areas she still possessed a certain aesthetic appeal which could be appreciated and so the hessian's gaze lowered...
'huh, I wouldn't have thought she'd shave there, I wonder if it's natural?'
An abrupt tug on the mercenary's right hand caught him off guard, shattering his licentious musings as Ghost instinctively drew her hands to cover herself without, for some reason, releasing the hessian's own. For a brief moment Zephyr lost his balance as he was yanked forward and forced to stumble closer to the stripped sylph. Fortunately he managed to regain his footing just before he staggered into the exposed girl. When he attempted to straighten however Zephyr found himself caught in a somewhat stooped position and when his eyes glanced away from their close inspection of the girl's meager bust he saw his hand trapped between the waif's thighs.
'If this were anyone else I'd swear she was doing this on purpose.'
A short gasp of surprise informed him that had Ghost realized her error almost immediately and before Zephyr could even offer a comment had swiftly altered her stance to remove the hessians intruding hand and redirect it to a more respectable location allowing him to straighten properly, though once again the merc noticed her hand still remained connected to his own and, had things not been quite so... entertaining, the hessian likely would have become annoyed at her behavior.
As it was though Zephyr was only partially attempting to hide a grin as the bare waif tried, and failed, to hide a full body blush as she began to explain one of the apparently inherent dangers involved in ethereal transformation swinging her, and thus his, arm in a somewhat uncomforting demonstration which nonetheless roused the British elementals curiosity as gave their fused hands his own experimental pull and noted the tugging sensation within the skin of his own palm.
"Hmm, and here I thought you'd finally succumbed to my charms."
The comment was delivered in a deadpan tone as Zephyr's azure gaze flickered away from his hand and back to the Sylph's own amber orbs to gauge the girl's reaction. His earlier hesitation had vanished the moment he had determined the waif was more embarrassed than angry over this latest twist in their training session and so the merc had easily fallen back into usual behavior for such a situation, namely; seeing if he could evoke any further sense of humiliation from the slender ingénue.
Sadly though the waif pretended not to hear his words as she instead busied with herself with getting dressed, or rather, trying to get dressed; for the sylph seemed rather unwilling to bring the hessians hand anywhere near her body and so was left with only one functioning hand. The end result was a rather amusing show as the ingénue struggled to get her shirt over at least half of herself until Zephyr took pity on her and used his free hand to tug the garment into something resembling its proper place, before conversationally remarking, "You know, I'm beginning to wonder if you planned this."
A further few minutes were then required as Ghost stubbornly refused any assistance with donning her skirt, causing her to fight with the item briefly as she tried to get it to settle about her almost nonexistent hips. Eventually though she finished and decided she her modestly was suitably assured for she then insisted they visit the institutes resident doctor, as there was relatively little choice over the matter Zephyr agreed and followed her mansion smirking almost imperceptibly at the comments thrown their way from many students they passed.
When at last they approached a relatively deserted corridor closer to where he assumed the medical area lay the hessian glanced sideways and noted the waif's crimson features. "So..." He began innocently, "you own a bikini but no bras?"
> "Hmm, and here I thought you'd finally succumbed to my charms."
"Your one charm, Mister Zephyr, is that you are predictable." Maybe she was just surly because she was struggling with the zipper on her hip. And that she was attached to someone. Someone not her husband. At least Zephyr really was predictable. All was right with the world when he was making a lewd comment.
Though she did appreciate his help settling her shirt as much as was possible. "I would also like to take the time to remind you that I am married now." So really the shirt settling should be left to her.
She cleared her throat, regained as much dignity as was possible, checked one more time to be sure that nothing was hanging out of her clothing and then pulled Zephyr toward the door.
>"So... you own a bikini but no bras?"
"The bikini was a gift and you've already seen my bra today. I would think you'd know better by now." This was so not the conversation to be having out in the hall. She was actually starting to feel a bit dizzy from all the blood in her head.
DocProf was in, thank goodness. "One surgery and make it snappy, please." Ghost wasn't sure how much longer her sensibilities could handle Zephyr.
DocProf paused in his meticulous sterilization process to look over the rim of his glasses at Ghost's disheveled state and her attachment. "Again?"
"He's just learning. Zephyr, have you met DocProf?" Shaking hands might be a bit awkward at this point, but she was sure they could manage.
Matching his pace to the slim sylph's Zephyr kept abreast of his snow haired partner as the girl led the way down the richly decorated halls. In some way's the combination of corridors in the institute vaguely reminded the British hessian of the esoteric network of passages which riddled Mondragon labs. It had taken the elemental weeks to completely learn the facilities layout but he'd been far more active with the Kabal in those days and, for the most part, had considered such time well spent for it had allowed him a far greater understanding and appreciation of the labs full capabilities than he would have otherwise possessed.
Still that was not to say the mansion did possess its own unique appeal, for one the abundance of balconies and windows provided a great sense of comfort to the mercenary which had been quite noticeably absent in Mondragons almost prison like design which had, at times, made the mercenary feel as though he were traversing a rather bland underground tomb and was in fact a sharp contrast to the institute which conveyed the mien of a museum rather than a school.
The walk to the medical room was not far and Zephyr soon found his footsteps deviating away from plush carpet and onto the smooth linoleum surface which seems to be the trade mark of all modern medical centers in the world. The area was surprisingly organized for a staging ground of mutant injuries and the explanation for this was likely to be found in the elderly gray haired gentleman browsing a medicinal text by a desk when the merged aeromances arrived.
As Ghost swiftly yet politely asked for a separation surgery Zephyr took a moment to simply examine the odd man, he seemed to possess an almost endless quality; he held the look of someone who had seen everything and hadn't been bothered by it. Such men were rare to find and generally fell into the hessians mental category of 'affable handyman'; not a dangerous individual, but a potentially useful one.
"He's just learning. Zephyr, have you met DocProf?"[/color]
Shaken out of his considerations by Ghost's query the hazel haired mercenary adapted a rather more polite manner than he had used with the waif as he gave the aged man a genial smile and then offered his free hand somewhat awkwardly. "I do not believe I have no. Good to meet you sir, I'd offer you my better hand but, well..." He shrugged and gestured somewhat futilely with the hand clasped around Ghost's own and was rewarded once more with the slightly disconcerting sensation of skin being pulled from within. "Does this type of incident happen often?" He asked curiously.
DocProf grasped the hessians hand firmly and shook it as a wry smile slowly came over his features. "Often enough,"[/color] He paused and turned to Ghost. "I didn't realize you were taking on students Maya, am I going to have many of these in the future?"[/color] The doctor shook his head and then made his way further into the medlab gesturing them to follow I suppose I should take care of this now, I doubt Sebastian would be thrilled if I did otherwise, come on."[/color]
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."