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.
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It was getting harder and harder to maintain this little weather experiment at a base. It wasn't even an experiment anymore, it was a real life situation. A situation that could end in many different ways. In one scenario they could both drop down to exhaustion, then to be beaten to death by poor thugs with the dress sense of a blind cockroach. Another thing was he managed to keep it going a bit longer, had a massive power growth there and then and killed them with some insane strength, which was probably the most unlikely scenario of them all, as he didn't even know what he was doing now. His powers worked more as an instinct rather than knowing what he was doing. Alexander knew only one thing, if he and Chris came out of this in one piece, well minus the headaches and soreness he'd have the coming days, what that he was definitely spending much more time focusing on practice.
At the moment he was unable to concentrate on anything other than his own thought, and trying to maintain his focus, which in short meant he had quite a difficult time with trying to keep a lookout for Chris. Alexander was sweating, not that you could tell much, as the wind was acting more as a cold hair blower, which made the moist dripping off his face feel even colder. He breathed heavily, as heavily as he was able to. Even though he stood with his back to the wind, he still had to concentrate on his own balance. Even though he made this happen, he was not immune to his own powers, he was just merely a bit more resistant to it. Every now and then, he could feel himself being pushed slightly in the back. Not a little prick, but as if someone twice his size was trying to hit him off his feet.
His eyes had begun watering with tears. His tears weren’t even running down his face, but rater blasting off in different directions. The wind was no longer just one direction. in front of him, it was blowing in every direction possible. The young mutant had become more and more fatigued. He could feel his fingernails digging deeper and deeper into the skin of his palms, which made him wish he had remembered to cut them.
Where was Chris? Where were all the others. Alexander lost sight, not blinded, but disoriented. His head felt like it had begun spinning around in circles. He knew he had to stop very soon or he would probably pass out, or just stop completely and throw up. Where was he? He had to know Chris was around before he could just give it one final blow, or at least try to. How was he going to manage to do all this and still be able to run away, find the way back to the school, or at least somewhere safer to get a well deserved break.
It was just then he felt a presence nearing him from behind, he hoped it was Chris, but quickly discovered as he turned his head slightly that one of the thugs had gotten himself nastily close to him. He panicked for a little, dropping his guard slightly, making the hail stop, and the wind decreasing in strength. He wanted to move, but he couldn't, if he did he'd fall over, and everything would just become very quiet, and then probably painful. But just as he thought he was done for, the guy suddenly gave out a scream, something you would normally associate with pain. Alexander wondered why, did he just do something? Or was it a knight in shining armour?
Suddenly he heard the more familiar voice of Chris, it wasn't easy to hear, more of a raspy whisper in the wind than anything else. It was reassuring, it meant Chris was safe, alive and placed behind him. Hopefully the guy Chris just cut down to the ground wouldn't be bothering them for a while. "It's now or never" He said to himself. "Brace yourself Chris! It might get out of control, I don't know how much strength I have left, this is a one shot try at the moment, and I’ll try not to get us both hurt." He yelled out.
It was a long shot, but the best try they had. Taking two deep breaths he focused his eyes straight ahead. His head pounding as rapidly as his heart did. Wind began picking up strength again. The rain had stopped. There was no point in it, it had served its purpose, for now, he had to focus all the leftover energy to knock them over, and hopefully a bit further away, giving him and Chris the opportunity to run as fast as they could. Hopefully wanting to survive he would be able to do so after all this, and for Chris's sake he hoped the same. It was so hard, he couldn't control this, and he could just do. It was as if he was held back by something. Alexander was so tired, the more the wind picked up, the weaker he became. His breathing became heavier, the pressure even harder. His head turned a much deeper red, but it was not only his head that hurt, his whole body felt off, like it was being roughly touched by some insane body builder that treated him as an orange ready to be pressed.
No matter how hard he tried, it still seemed like it wasn't enough. It was still just being a small sized storm, it was not even a storm, a small scale storm, but enough to keep them at bay. They're wet clothing were probably making them heavier, which made moving for them harder as well. Then out of the midst of what one could call the battlefield, he saw them one by one dropping to the ground, most likely due to the difficulty of properly getting oxygen. Alexander let his guard down. The wind died down. Taking a few breathers he swiftly turned around running over to Chris. "We have to run now!" He said to him, extending his hand to help him get up.
The wind was deafening. Since he didn't have any outer ears that could protect his inner ear the wind was beating directly on his ear drums, so he pressed his hands to the sides of his head to keep the howling wind out. His head was aching, both from the wind and from nearly getting strangled before. Even now Chris had a hard time breathing, it felt as if the wind stole the air from his mouth before he had any chance to drag it down his raspy throat into his aching lungs.
Chris glinted up at Alex - the weather mutant was both struggling to build up such a storm that the thugs would stay away and not to be swept away himself by said storm. Chris glanced over his shoulder, and it seemed as if it was working - the other guys clearly had problem staying on their feet, and it didn't seem as if they could advance any further against Chris and Alex.
Alex screamed something at Chris, it was hard to hear what over the wind and with his hands pressed over his ears, but he thought he could make out "brace yourself". Not a bad idea. Chris curled up on the ground, trying to protect his head and ears with his webbed hands. He closed his eyes and concentrated on breathing, and praying that he wouldn't get hit by a stray roof tile or something. But except for a few lumps of gravel and a plastic bag which slapped him on the side of his neck nothing hit him.
Then the storm seemed to die down. Now would be a good idea to get away from there, but Chris could barely move. He felt drained and completely sluggish, and most of all he wanted to stay exactly where he was. "We have to run now!" Chris looked up at the extended hand in front of him. It took a moment for him to react, and when he took the hand it felt as if he was dragged to his feet rather than rising by his own free will. But his survival instincts were kicking in, sending a new rush of adrenaline through his systems, and he started to tag along behind Alex.
He didn't look behind to see if they were being followed. Instead he just ran, forcing air down his abused throat to keep his legs going under him. Realizing he was loosing speed and that he couldn't rely on his running speed he dodged into an alley, signing toward Alex to follow him. Then, after some manouvers which all included dodging into new alleys, his legs collapsed under him. He sat up with his back leaning against a wall, breathing heavily. He was more out of breath than he had been in his entire life, except that time when he was eight and had gotten stuck in a fish net and almost drowned. All in all they were a pretty sorry sight. Both of them had been drenched by the rain, then blow-dried in the storm.
When he finally had caught his breath enough to speak again Chris managed to say: "Did they... follow us?" It had been a hazardous move to hide in the alleys. If they had managed to get rid of their followers they would be safe, but if otherwise these slender streets would be a trap. It was a pretty bleak place, filled with trash and a vile smell. It would suck if they would die here.
He was running, running faster than he had ever run before, unless you counted PE classes, but not even then did he actually bother to always give it his all as if his life depended on it. Being a bit selfish, he ran even though he was dragging Chris along with him. Alexander didn't even had the time to be bothered by the fact that he was so tired that he didn't care how tired he was. All he wanted was to survive no matter.
Chris was slowing down, not surprisingly as Alexander didn't seem to slow down much himself. He should have known that perhaps Chris had more difficulties with running than he himself had, but Alex was tired as well. His pulse was high and his breathing heavier as he gasped for breath. When Chris almost slowed down completely he stopped. He took Chris's signal to go into an alley, and then another, followed by a few more. Chris fell to the hard concrete, and he followed shortly after. His breathing made him cough, he was just too out of breath to get control over his breathing. He didn't even realise that he was still soaking wet from the rain, even though it was no longer dripping thanks to his little friend the wind.
With a caring look he took a view over to Chris, he too seemed to be okay from the ordeal, exhausted as well. "Well, I hope we never have to do that again any time soon." he managed to breathe out, not knowing if he was able to be understood or not. When Chris asked him if they had followed he didn't really know what to think or say. Most likely the thugs were scared off in the end knowing that they were probably not likely to win, though they would probably be if they had found them now. The young mutant knew he wouldn't be able to do anything more than a little breeze, perhaps not even that. "I'm not sure, if they're not too stupid I'm hope they've not got the guts to follow, for all they know we could have contacted some back up in form of a giant eagle or something." A longshot, but a little to take their mind of the past difficulties of one of the most gruelling minutes of his life. "Let's just take a few more minutes of breathing before sneaking our way back to the school." With that Alexander laid down on the pavement, breathing hard.
"Well, I hope we never have to do that again any time soon." "I second that," Chris croaked. The young punk hadn't crushed his windpipe, but it still felt pretty sore and he would probably get a magnificent bruise.
It didn't seem as if the men had been able to keep track of them, or maybe they hadn't even followed to begin with. Chris hadn't checked, he had been to occupied staying on his feet. When Alex mentioned the giant eagle he got a very absurd mental image of a giant bald eagle who swooped down upon on of the thugs (the young one in the grey hoodie) and carried him away over the rooftops, screaming. Right then it struck him as a bit funny so he chuckled quietly, but the chuckle erupted into a painful coughing fit.
When Alex suggested that they should rest for a while before going back to the mansion Chris just nodded. He leaned his head against the wall and looked up at the sky in a sort of thoughtful way - it was first now it struck him how close it had been. He didn't think the gang would have killed them, but they probably would have gotten beaten up pretty bad. And you never knew. Mutants disappeared all of the time, it wasn't entirely unlikely that he and Alex could have ended up being two figures in the statistics.
Chris looked over at Alex, who was resting on the pavement beside him. The weather mutants hair was a total mess and he looked exhausted. Chris had no idea how much concentration and energy it took to change the weather like that, but obviously it had been draining. He looked down on his hands - his elbows rested on his knees and he was fidgeting with his webbed hands in front of him. He made an conscious effort to stop. "Sorry," he said quietly in a hoarse voice that sounded as if he'd been chainsmoking a pack of cigarettes. "If I had been a bit more observant this wouldn't have happened. And, uh, thanks. For standing up for me back there."
No matter how much he seemed to be resting he didn't seem to get any more energy. Being in more pain than he could remember of recent incident: such as banging his toe on the bed poster, or some splitting headache. His throat hurt with every breath, almost as if someone had thrown sand down it and caused an infection. With a few coughs now and again he couldn't help but to wonder how sore he was going to be the next day and the days following it.
>>"Sorry. If I had been a bit more observant this wouldn't have happened. And, uh, thanks. For standing up for me back there."
Even though Chris hadn't exactly been blessed with the most useful power when it came to team work, he had still given a good fight back at the thugs. If he hadn't been there it would mean that he would be overpowered easily. With Chris on his side, it meant that he had eyes not only ahead but also the sides and behind him.
"You have nothing to be sorry for." Alexander said instantly, and he meant it. with a bit of willpower, he sat up and looked at Chris. " It could very easily have been the other way around." True enough, he could have been the one doing all the talking, walking and directing and leading them to his new nightmare. Alexander smiled reassuringly, or at least he tried to, he wasn't sure if it came through as such.
He didn't see why he wouldn't stand up for him. Alexander wasn't a hundred percent sure that Chris would have done the same for him, but he tried to hope for it at least. Still, even though he didn't look as 'normal' as he did, it wouldn't have to mean that he was any less 'normal' on the inside. "Don't worry too much about that part, I did what I felt natural, we're both in the same situation, we're both mutants no matter how much you look at it." He sighed slightly, trying not to think too hard on the matter. "I want to consider you a friend in the end, and that means I don't go around not protecting them."
"You may have webbed hands, but it doesn't mean that you're any less of a person, you talk as we all do, and it wouldn't surprise me one bit if you are much more talented in anything compared to me." He paused for a moment, thinking about what he said even made any sense. It was hard to concentrate on words when you feel like you'll swallow some dust or sand at every breath. "Everyone is different; you can be an identical twin or a clone, in the end you won't be exactly like the other unless there is a very rare situation."
Though he didn't look much different than what most considered being the norm, he felt different. Of course there were others like him, but in such a smaller number, and then with the mutants the numbers were even smaller. But mutants however were much more open minded about everything, they knew how it was to be different, and they were usually met with fear and prejudice like so many people before mutants became a world known phenomenon. "Just be who you are and don't try to be someone you hate being, that's what I think." He tried smiling more, but his jaw was hurting after clenching his teeth together so hard. Looking down at his hands, he could see the nail marks that had dug themselves into his palms making them feel tender and uncomfortable. "I'm sorry I'm rambling on about this now aren't I?" He sighed again. Always talking, it didn't matter if it actually hurt to talk and breathe, no he had to sit there and chat away like it was some horribly rated talk show.
Chris listened to Alexander with a confused frown growing between his hairless brows. He hadn't exactly expressed any qualms about being different, he had just wanted to thank the other mutant. Chris was pretty sure that he himself wouldn't have the guts to defend someone like that, not the way Alex had done. And not someone he barely knew. It made him a bit ashamed to think about it, but had the roles been reversed he would probably have run off and left Alex behind. He couldn't help it. He had a killer survival instinct.
Anyway, Alex seemed to think that Chris was down and in need of comforting. He was a bit down, but that had more to do with shame for bringing them into this mess and the way his throat and arm hurt than it had to do with being different. But he let Alex talk on - perhaps this wasn't all about Chris, it could be something Alex wanted to vent.
When Alex sighed and asked if he was rambling Chris answered earnestly: "A bit, maybe." Then he smiled. "But it's okay. I see your point, it's just that... I'm not used to talk about this stuff. I don't know what to say." He shrugged. "I know that I'm not less of a person just because I look or act a certain way. I don't have any problems with my mutation, and even if I had there wouldn't be much I could do about it except to learn to live with it, right?" He looked down on the pavement next to him, absentmindedly rubbing the area on his right arm where the kid in the hoodie had punched him. "I do, however, have problems with people who have problems with my mutation. I mean, it would be refreshing to be able to walk down the street without people staring or shouting stuff after me." Chris noticed that he might have sounded a bit too bitter about that last part. Here he had started to ramble himself, and that even after confessing that he wasn't used to talk about this stuff and assuring that he had no problems with his mutations but sometimes people are so mean. Boo hoo.
He looked up at Alex again and started to speak with a lighter voice, eager to change subject. "So you're a weather mutant? What can you do?" At first when he'd arrived at NY he'd been to shy to ask people about that, somehow thinking that it was a very personal question. That probably had to do with the way he'd been raised, where mutations were viewed as something that you should be ashamed of. He had learned, however, that most mutants liked to talk about their mutations, and to ask a mutant about his or her powers was almost as common as to ask for his or her name. Then there would always be mutants who regarded this as a touchy subject, but he didn't think Alex would mind. Not after what he had said about being different.
After he had finally paused for Chris to speak his own mind, he felt a rush in his head. Had he misunderstood the whole thing? Alexander was now beginning to regret every word he had blurted out. His eyes shifted to looking to Chris and looking at other much less interesting things such as a little tuft of grass growing up from the pavement. "I didn't, I mean, I didn't mean to make it sound like it was such a big deal, I'm sorry if I said something I probably shouldn't have, sometimes I'm just not very good at thinking before I speak." Stupid, he was just being too darned idiotic for believing he understood enough when he wasn't.
>> "I do, however, have problem with people who have problems with my mutation. I mean, it would be refreshing to be able to walk down the street without people staring or shouting stuff after me."
He couldn't relate to this, when he walked down the street people normally wouldn't consider him to be a mutant unless they knew, and the chances for that was pretty much nothing compared to what Chris had to go through. "I.." He started. What should he even say? Something encouraging perhaps? Perhaps something that didn't seem like he just randomly came up with anything that came to his mind." I..... Well, I guess there are always those in society that has something I don't know different about them? Even if it is a disease or in your case, mutation." Why on earth did he just say that? It seemed like such a mean thing to say. "It's a chance game I'm afraid, it's something we can't possibly control, what am I to say that I won't turn into something later, my mutation could still grow to something more than just having blue eyes." He shrugged a bit, though he had grown accustomed to them it didn't really felt like he was looking at himself in the mirror. Looking over at Chris he gave him a concerned look. "I have often thought of it, that it could very well be that in a year I could turn completely blue, there isn't a sure way of knowing it." Blinking hard he took a deep breath through his nose and then breathed out his mouth. "It's a part of life." He added. " It's not always kind, but it can also be rewarding, it all depends on how you choose to live it I guess." >> "So you're a weather mutant? What can you do?"
Picking at the grass tufts next to him he realised that the whole conversation about this made him really uncomfortable, leaving him to pick at the closest thing in his reach. When Chris decided it was enough talk about him, he felt a wave of relief. Though it would stop him from taking a tumble to his own words, it meant he had to talk about himself, something he usually didn't mind. Talking about his mutation on the other hand made him even more uncomfortable as he was still so unsure about the limitations and how far they could actually stretch. Still, seeing how he had been talking about Chris, it was only fair that he answered him to the best of his abilities.
"You can call it that I guess." Alexander began, making a mental notion that he needed to write something down so that when the question came up again he would have the perfect answer. "As you witnessed earlier I basically just summon the weather I want." Wrong so wrong. "Well not just like that, I'm guessing it is really more complicated, but when I want something I just I don't know how to explain it, want it to happen?" It seemed about right. "If I want it to rain, I simply think hard on wanting it to rain basically, it might sound easy, but if I want to add not just rain, but wind, hail like you saw, it becomes a mess in my head, and therefore I become easily distracted and oblivious to things around me."
It felt so strange to talk about it, he had only talked about his powers to a few people, he didn't find himself interesting enough in the company of really well powered mutants. At the school there were a lot of mutants who would brag or complain about their powers, but for him even though he would usually just say he manipulated the weather, wouldn't often go deeper into it than that.
"How about you?" Alexander said questioning Chris, speaking in a much softer voice now that he regained more control of his breathing. "I heard you saying how you could hold your breath for a long time, is that just on land, can you like breathe under water? I take it you swim pretty well, having webbed hands?" Was it perhaps a bit too much to ask of it? Though Chris had asked him, was it okay for him to ask the same? "But you don't have to answer if you don't want to." He added, just to make it a bit easier on him.
Alex seemed to regret what he had said - and Chris understood how that was, he hated when he started to talk about something and then it wasn't what the other person had meant. It was an easy mistake to make. "Uh, it's okay. No harm is done." And it was true, Alex hadn't really said any offensive stuff or something so he had no problems with it.
He did, however, feel slightly offended about one of the things Alex said after that. Was he actually comparing Chris's mutation with a disease? Chris looked up with a surprised expression, and he felt a bit hurt until he remembered what Alex had said about speaking first, thinking later. Besides, he didn't think it was meant as an insult - merely a bad choice of words. When Alex mentioned that thing about his eyes Chris looked at him. He hadn't noticed the eyecolor before, probably because he was a bit nearsighted on land. But now he could see it. Come to think about it, he didn't think he ever had seen an Asian person with blue eyes - it probably had something to do with genes, dark eyes being dominant and so on. He had studied this at the Mansion, and apparently some of it had stuck. When Alex mentioned that in a year or so he might turn completely blue Chris sympathized with it. Since he had been born this way he had had a long time getting used to being different - if he had been born normal and then started to mutate he probably would have ended up severely depressed. Losing your hair to evolution would never be fun. "Ouch. Well, that's one of the benefits that comes with being born with your mutation and not developing it - I don't have to worry about if or how my powers will change, or that they'll run amok." Come to think about it, that probably wasn't comforting at all. He knew kids back at the mansion who had hurt or even killed people because they couldn't control their mutations - hopefully Alex's family hadn't been swept away in an Alex-created hurricane. Thinking before you spoke. Apparently Chris could benefit from it too.
Chris listened when Alex described his powers. He understood what he meant, sort of, but it felt so weird to think about it. When he grew up he spent most of his time outdoors, often exposed to the elements, and he had learned to have a healthy dose of respect for storms and different kinds of bad weather. Weather was one of the few constants you couldn't control, it was something you had to adapt to. That's why it felt almost outerworldly that this mutant could change it just by wanting it. "So that makes you a... weathermancer?"
When Alex asked about his own abilities and then added "But you don't have to answer if you don't want to" Chris just shook his head. "No, it's okay. You have them pretty much pinned down, anyway." He flexed his four-fingered hand open and looked down on it. The fingers where longer than regular ones, and except for the missing webbing between his two last fingers the hand was perfectly adapted for an aquatic life. "Yeah, I'm a really good swimmer. But I can't breathe underwater, just hold my breath... but I can hold it for almost ten minutes." Then he shrugged. "I also have extra quick reflexes, but that's about it."
A noise to the left of them made Chris show just how quick reflexes he had - he had turned around towards the sound and was halfway on his feet before he noticed that it was just a stray cat who had jumped down from a garbage can. Chris used the wall as support to stand up completely - for a moment he was worried that the sudden blood rush to his head would make him faint, but he felt fairly sure on his feet. It seemed as if Alex had regained some of his composure after the fight and the flight, and Chris thought they both would be in good enough condition to walk. "Maybe we should head back to the mansion now... I don't think it's safe to stay here."
The way he was chattering on about everything and anything that seemed to be something to be unsaid was even getting to him now. A breeze of self conciousness came over him as he realised that he was crossing some invisible line when it came to speaking too much. If only he could have read minds, it would make everything so much easier. Then he could always know what to say, and never make anyone feel too uncomfortable, unless of course they knew he could read minds and all they could think of was well naughty things. In the end this made him uncomfortable even to think about, what if they thought about him in very uncomfortable situations?
>> "Ouch. Well, that's one of the benefits that comes with being born with your mutation and not developing it - I don't have to worry about if or how my powers will change, or that they'll run amok."
So Chris was born as a mutant then, meaning he had always looked the way he did. Somehow he thought that being born a certain way would make it a bit easier in terms of accepting yourself, however he couldn't possibly understand what Chris had gone through, and this time he felt it was for the best of both that he held his tongue. He did have a good point that his powers wouldn't run amok. For all Alex knew he could very well create some deadly storm in his sleep, not that it would probably happen since he didn't exactly seem to have the strength for it. He wanted to say something about it, but decided not to. There would be another time for such pleasantries, unless Chris didn't want to talk to him in a different setting. He tried smiling, but it came more across as a pain showing in his face, even though he was not in any immediate pain.
>>"So that makes you a... weathermancer?"
"I supposed that's one way of putting it" Alexander said vaguely to answer Chris. Even if he had no clue on how to put it, or categorize it other than actually changing the weather. When Chris went on and explained his powers, it seemed a bit unfair to him that he couldn't even breathe under water; it would have been too awesome if he could. "Well holding your breath for ten minutes is impressing, I don't even think I can last a minute, yet alone ten." He chuckled a little, trying to ease the tension from what was said earlier on. "Quick reflexes must be nice though, would be good for my things if I didn't drop them to the floor all the time." Smiling awkwardly he swiftly looked at Chris turning about. >> "Maybe we should head back to the mansion now... I don't think it's safe to stay here."
"I second that, and I think we should continue up north this way" he said pointing in the direction of his left side. "Let's call it a hunch, there's a breeze blowing from the west, and I believe the mansion is situated more north I think." Why hadn't he thought of that before? It would have saved them so much trouble using his powers of weather to function as a compass. "When we get there I'll give you my number, so that you can contact me if you want.. no pressure though." He said to Chris as struggled his way on getting on his feet. He was sure in need of sleeping for three days and nights by the feel of things.