The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
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>> "Jorge... I don't want to hurt you. I rather like you, actually. You seem like a nice man….I think we should start by trying to replicate some of the things that went on that day. Your hand?"
Well that’s good. At least she doesn’t want to hurt me, Jorge thought to himself as he began to contemplate what they could possibly do to trigger his newfound mutation.
What was there really for them to do? She didn’t want to hurt him, he really didn’t want to get angry at her, he could try to manipulate a lot of water again but that happens months ago. And he was not even sure that was even connected to what happened to him. There were too many variables. Maybe it would have been better to just save this for another time. At least to let him come to grips with the fact that he was not going to suddenly melt again. Maybe it was a one time thing…
“My hand?” he asked.
He suddenly registered that she was asking him for something new. His eyebrow arched, he looked down at one of his hands, saw nothing special about it, then looked up to see her holding out hers. It was obvious that she had some plan, but for the moment, Jorge simply couldn’t see it. But, she was here to help so he was going to have to trust her on this one.
Reaching out, he carefully grabbed her hand and waited for a moment.
>> "I'm sorry."[/i]
“Huh?” he mumbled before he noticed the strange sensation in his han- “Oh *explicative deleted!* !!” he gasped.
>> "You will still be able to use your power…but your body is mine to mold."
Jorge shook as he tried to remain calm, but that was a bit difficult when your body was slowly beginning to disappear. He was not so much scared as he was surprised by the X-Man’s move, but as he stood there, letting the woman’s slowly push her power into himself, the detective felt strange. The numbness that took over his body was frightening at first, but even if he were calm, it was difficult for him to not feel some apprehension. As his arm…then his chest began to unravel into air, he began to feel that sensation from when he first shifted. This was obviously much different than becoming water, but the feeling of losing himself began to overtake his mind again. Slowly he began to evaporate and Jorge felt himself attempting to hold it together, trying to remain calm, as well as trust the X-Man who was doing all this.
He liked Maya too. She was a good hero so he only prayed that she knew what she was doing…
The numbness nearly taking over his body, Jorge closed his eyes, and clenched his jaw, or at least attempted too as the feeling spread. All the while, he held the picture of himself in his mind’s eye and tried to not forget who he was…
Jorge was so brave. Most people flipped out the first time. Having one's senses erased and reformed was a paradigm shift that set most back on their heels. Her power creeped down the water-mancer's legs. Would her mother be proud of her? "Don't let go." She warned him because once they were both fully incorporeal, their sights replaced by spatial vision and their bodies made of air with only the tactile feeling on their hands joined, she was taking them both out the window.
She summoned wind and it showed in their sights like a monochromatic aurora borealis. "I'm taking you to water." The shifting pushed them along like a broom catching first one upper layer and then the next deeper layer until their bodies were traveling out the window, through the most miniscule crack between glass and frame. Very few things were made air tight. Very few things could keep her in or out.
"Is this at all like being a puddle?" The sound registered as the faintest little ripples in the solid mass of air. And there was a lot of air. And a lot of faint ripples once they were out in the large span of it. Ghost's range of sight petered off some buildings away. They could observe the buildings, the streets, the cars, the people moving. All of those things were distinguishable only by contextual clues. They were just masses that the air could not penetrate. People's faces, had they been close enough to observe one, would have been hard to decipher.
"When we get to the ocean, I want you to try to move as much water as you can." The ocean, of course, would be distinguishable as the big, heaving mass. Ghost took them out over it to a spot that seemed to see very little traffic, but kept them several stories worth of height above the water.
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>> "Don't let go.”
“Fat chance,” Jorge muttered quietly as he kept his eyes tightly closed and felt that numbness pushing throughout his entire body.
It had to be the oddest sensation the man had ever experienced. He was losing feeling of everything except for the tight “grip” he had on her hand. Part of him hoped that he was not hurting her by gripping her too tightly, but the other part of him didn’t care if he was. She was forcing a transformation on him, after all, she could just deal with the older man clinging onto her hand.
The experience almost made him feel like a child clutching onto the hand of a trusted adult. He had absolutely no idea what was going to be coming up next but as fearful as that uncertainty was, he could not doubt the X-Man right now. He said he needed the help and he was going to go through anything that she was willing to throw at him. This had to be part of the training, but still…a little warning before she made him evaporate would have been much appreciated. Still though, Jorge did his best to calm his breathing as he kept himself attached to her, hoping and praying that all effort would indeed help.
>> “I'm taking you to water…Is this at all like being a puddle?"
“Ooooh…my god…” he muttered in a slight panic but also in complete and utter awe.
The world looked completely different the second that he had opened his eyes. Instead of seeing things as he normally would have, things had become these wavy lines, the currents of air that brushed around his apartment and through the city outside. The vision was only so part of it, the greatest and most interesting part was the idea that he was watching the air currents, the winds, the breezes, shifting and flowing around every surface, offering him the vaguest image of what he was looking at. It was a truly awe-inspiring sight.
But then he felt the breeze in his apartment shift suddenly he was being brushed forward as if he were nothing but a sheet or piece of paper in the air. The X-Man explained but that did not mean he was any less anxious at the idea of being floated and shoved towards his window. There was a moment of compression and before he knew it…he was actually floating outside.
“God, god, god…” winced as he momentarily flailed, but after a second he regained his composure and did his best to trust the X-Man’s motives. Calming his nerves, he glance in her general area and shook his head. “A-A little…but…so completely different…”
Flying! Jorge Cervantes was actually FLYING! It was a pretty magnificent feeling to go floating so carefree with the breeze and Ghost’s manipulations. He drifted like a leaf, following the currents and watching as the wind painted the landscape of his surroundings; the people, the buildings, the vehicles, the signs, everything had a shape and it was all just too beautiful to watch.
He chuckled momentarily as he spoke again. “You know…this is a Romanticist writer’s dream…”
He fell silent again and was floated onward. As he got closer to wherever this “water” destination was, the shifts in the breeze felt different and Jorge noticed a huge, undulating mass coming up below him. At first he had no idea where he was, but the wheels slowly turned and clicked and before he knew it, he realized that they were headed towards the ocean…
>> "When we get to the ocean, I want you to try to move as much water as you can."[/i]
Jorge nodded briefly before he spoke again. “All right.” He was a man of few words.
Moments later, there were quite a bit from the shoreline, attempting to stay away from the traffic of boats that were floating and moving across the waters. That was probably a better idea because the last thing that Jorge wanted was to innocently harm people when he was attempting to explore his powers more in depth. That was the whole purpose of this exercise, to learn control…
When they were a far enough distance away, Jorge watched the sloshing mass far below him and clenched his free hand. Ghost had said that he could still use his abilities. She was right, he could still sense the water all down below. If he could still sense it that could only mean that he still had his control over it.
Reaching downward, Jorge opened his hand and reached out. Instantaneously he felt that connection with the waters down below. A breath, and twitched his hand, attempting to pull as much of it as he could. Slowly he attempted to connect with as much of it as was possible before he clenched his hand and felt that upsurge of water. Immediately the strain was there as he tried to move far more than he was used to. The water twisted and began to swirl down below as it began to climb up towards him like a pillar. The strain pulling at the back of his skull, Jorge pulled and kept pulling more water from the mass down below…
"Pull more." Ghost said. The ocean air never bothered them unless she wanted it to. And now that he was using his power, she did. It gusted angrily for being diverted and their bodies stretched thin and followed the movement of air around the pillar. "Keep it up. Just a little more."
She tried to let their movements be random. First one way, then another. Up, down and all around so leg particles might be jumbled with head particles. She made no move to keep their bodies together in any form close to that of a person.
If this didn't work, she had a scare tactic planned. Though, fright made a body clench up and she wanted him to… relax? Hmm. Maybe that was it. Maybe it was the build up of tension and then the complete and utter relaxation and peace that came of being soothed by a loved one.
Unfortunately there was no hard science about honing an ability.
Ghost used a particularly strong gust of wind to make an opening in the water pillar and quickly swept them inside before letting her wind go. Jorge was the water manipulator. It was up to him whether the ocean water closed around them or not, but somehow the thought of an already not solid Jorge surrounded by water seemed right.
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>> "Pull more…Keep it up. Just a little more."
Jorge heard her, but the roar of water was hard for him to really make out her voice. He knew that she was pushing him, telling him to keep at it, but how much of this could he take. His body was nowhere near the same physical being it was when he normally manipulated water, but the adverse effects were still there. The throbbing, the strain, even as a gust of wind, he could still feel it…somewhere. Maybe the pain he felt whenever he manipulated water was all in his head? If so…maybe that would be something that he could take control of…
But as wind-formed Jorge was musing, he was rocked out of it when he saw what was happening next. She had broken a hole into that pillar of water he was creating and began to pull them towards it. His mind focused on keeping the water spinning, he involuntarily gasped, feeling the cool breeze that flew off from the swirling mass of water. Once inside…Jorge gained a real respect for the elements…
It was like being a part of a water spout, a tornado sucking in water to creating a towering pillar in the sky. Though Jorge could only see the swirling breeze from the water as it spun, he could feel that connection to the water all around him. Ghost was still there, somewhere he couldn’t see, but he felt her hand holding his. Being like this, it had to be one of the most inspirational moments. He had no physical body that he could sense, except for the hand that gripped another’s, so in all essence he was a part of these pair of elements that swirled behind him. With the knowledge of that, the stress from manipulating so much water began to literally melt away.
Then he felt the drops begin to form. Parts of him beginning to feel more amorphous and liquid-like, but still held within the transformative grip of the X-Man’s power. But at this time, the detective did not panic. This was not the violent transformation into water he felt the first time. This…was much more gentle and more much serene…
“I…can feel it…” Jorge muttered more to himself, but didn’t care if Ghost heard. “Heh,” he chuckled silently to himself, really too awestruck to feel any of the stress or pain he felt the first time, “It was right there the whole time…I can’t believe it…”
The water closed around him and Ghost and in his wind form he felt the heaviness from his body attempting to shift into water building up. The detective still manipulated the towering water around, almost grinning to himself as he did so because there was no pain. It felt the same as if he were bending a smaller amount of water. Maybe…it was because he was finally one with his element…
Ghost had gone under water since she had first turned incorporeal and she had even tried going under water while incorporeal. The result was always the same. She did not like it. The water closed in like a cage, enveloping them on all sides. They were two bubbles in a pillar of water. Her freedom felt so very limited.
She tried to last for as long as she could for Jorge's sake. He seemed to enjoy it, it was his element. His hand squeezed hers so hard that she complained. The roar of the water was so loud, though, that she didn't catch any of what Jorge was saying, let alone what she said.
Eventually she just had to extract them both. She preferred a fresh supply of oxygen and something strange was going on with the way Jorge felt against her hand. He was harder to hold on to and the last thing either of them wanted was for her to let a drop of Jorge fall into the ocean and get lost.
Another gust of wind broke through the pillar of water and Ghost felt like she could breathe again. Oh. That was a thought. Did an incorporeal air elemental need to breathe? Had she very nearly just drowned the both of them?
The gust blew them to shore, well past the bank and on into an industrial area littered with trash and grass. "Jorge? Jorge can you hear me?" Oh goodness. Did she drowned a water elemental? "I'm going to let you go now. You won't be air once I let go and there's ground not too far below you. Put your feet underneath you." She tried to give him time to comply, but might have been feeling a bit too anxious to wait it out as long as was polite.
She let go of his hand some 4 feet from the ground and waited to see if he was still alive. The moment her hand left his, her power would retreat all at once leaving Jorge as solid as he wanted to be.
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Jorge did not notice he was gripping the young X-Man’s hand as hard as he was. He was too lost in the sound of the rushing water and the feeling of it completely around him. This was much more comforting than the first time he had shifted. This was different. He still felt held together, but he also felt like he really was a part of the swirling water around him. It was strange to feel so at home in something that most people feared to tread into. Most people feared water because of drowning and such, but to Jorge, those feelings were gone. Instead…all that was there was calm…
But then he was wrenched away from it. A strong gust of wind and the nestled home of water he was in opened and he was being carried away once again. The second he was disconnected though, his grip on the swirling mass of water faltered. The pillar shook, began to spill and then finally collapsed in on itself sending a crashing wave of water back down the undulating mass below. The roared was deafening as spray shot up everywhere, but the detective didn’t care. That was still one of the most awe-inspiring things he’d felt.
The wind carried him further away and Jorge began to feel a small sense of loss. Never had he been in such connection with his own element, but at the same time...he felt different.
He could still feel it there. That small part inside him that he felt right before he shifted the first time. It was like a little globule of water floating freely inside of his chest. Maybe that was the point of this entire exercise, to get him to connect with whatever it was that first forced him to shift into a being of pure water. Maybe now, he just might be able to pull it off…
But as he became lost in his own thoughts, the wind elemental began to carry him further and further towards shore. It was only when they were close enough that he finally heard her speak. God, he hoped that she was okay being in that pillar of water with him.
>> "Jorge? Jorge can you hear me? I'm going to let you go now. You'll become solid and there's ground not too far below you. Put your feet underneath you."[/i]
Jorge was about to nod in agreement when suddenly, as they got closer, he felt himself being dropped from the X-Man’s hand. The wind briefly rushed up and the second he left her hand, Jorge felt solid again. He especially felt solid when his feet slammed onto the concrete and he was sent tumbling forward a bit.
“Ah! God…” he groaned as he lay there, on his stomach, his body a beehive of activity and sensations of every time all rushed back to him.
His skin felt the roughness of the concrete, the control of gravity held him close to the earth, even the ached breathing from his chest gasped and gnawed at his inside. But slowly, and ever surely, Jorge began to regain his senses. As he did, he staggered onto his feet and brushed himself off, looking for Ghost, the X-Man who had just dropped him like a ton of bricks…
She saw him solidify and rushed in close to be sure of his face, to be sure that he was okay. He gasped and it occurred to Ghost that she was too close.
> "Ah! God…"
His words resounded through her molecules, making a pretty pattern that followed through her body and out into open space. Oh no. Not again. He lay still gasping for a moment and that was it. She was doomed. He breathed her right down.
She hesitated for only a moment this time before orienting herself to Jorge's body. She knew how a person ought to be shaped on the inside now. She lived quite happily for some time inside a lovely girl named Elizabeth.
Her arms, she made sure to put inside his arms. Her legs in his legs. Those were really the important parts. It always felt sort of strange to be encased in... someone else.
Once Jorge had composed himself his head turned as he looked for her. She wasn't anywhere to be seen. Oh dear. How did she break the news? "Uhhh." She sounded so small from inside of him. "I don't mean to intrude, but you breathed me."
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A look left…no Ghost. A look right…no Ghost. A look up…STILL no Ghost. For a second he began to wonder if the X-Man had simply abandoned him after their little excursion out in the water. Then again, he really could not hear her at all back there and she seemed rather eager to get him out. Maybe something had happened? Her voice did sound a little stressed before she dropped him. Maybe she had fainted or something and was still invisible to the eye.
Jorge didn’t like this one bit. He was about to take a step and call out to her…when a strange and small voice left his mouth…
>> "Uhhh…I don't mean to intrude, but you breathed me."
“What?” he asked as he spun around. Still no sight of her but he had heard her.
It took his mind a second tor realized exactly what it was that she had said. He was simply glad that she was okay, but as he stood there, looking for her in that nearly invisible air form, her words finally began to sink in. “Breathed me”? Was that really possible? She was a pretty advanced mutant that knew how to handle her powers, how could he simply breathe her in as if she were nothing. Well..she was air, but still…
What the hell?!
Jorge cleared his throat as he arched his brow and stopped looking off to the sides. He remained quiet for what seemed like a millennia as he attempted to make sense of what the X-Man had just told him. She was literally inside of him? In her air form? He really didn’t feel any different, but then again, if he had just breathed her in as if she were regular air, then maybe he wasn’t supposed to notice there being any difference.
With a sigh, the detective raised his hand and contemplatively scratched the back of his head.
“Uhhh…” he mumbled, “…are you serious? Like…you’re not pulling my leg or anything, are you?” He bad joked crossed his mind as he held out is hands and flexed his fingers to see if everything were still okay. “I’m…you know…I’m happily in a relationship. Don’t know how my girlfriend is going to react to me having some strange woman inside me…”
If she had eyes to blink they would be blinking in disbelief at Jorge now. And then disbelief flowed nicely into frustration. Without the context of facial expressions, jokes didn't really fly for an incorporeal Ghost.
"No this is pulling your leg." Ghost thrust her leg out and away from Jorge's body. Since her leg happened to be inside of his, the effect was quite a bit like an involuntary kick that would pull his leg away from his body and hopefully tip him off balance and back onto the ground.
Congratulations, Jorge. You just succeeded in flapping a nearly unflappable Ghost.
"You breathed me, bucko. I don't particularly enjoy it." She moved her hand up and made sure to slip her fingers fully inside of his so that she could jab those fingers into Jorge's own chest to emphasize her words. Despite her anger there was a certain quality to her voice that spoke of fear. She hadn't very successfully extricated herself from anyone without some coaching or dumb luck or Sebastian around.
She hesitated, slightly appalled at what she was doing. "Sorry! Sorry... It's just... this is kind of scary for me." And why was it scary? "I don't know how to get out."
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>> "No this is pulling your leg…"[/i]
Ask a silly question and you’re going to get hurt. Jorge should have learned this lesson many times in his life. As a matter of fact, that was one of his good qualities about being a cop. He knew to not go too far. Being a servant of the law, he knew that there was a time for being jokey and a time for being serious. This was definitely one of those times to be serious, but for some reason he simply just had to say the joke. Whether it be because he was nervous or simply to decrease the tension from having breathed in an X-Men, he didn’t know. But it was said and done…
Still though, did that warrant the sudden knee jerk that sent him stumbling forward? Jorge barely had time to catch himself as he nearly tripped, temporarily losing control of his leg to this mutant vigilant that was inside him. It was so strange to have that sensation of someone actually pulling one’s leg. But as Jorge barely caught himself, a look of confusion flashed across his face.
“Are you effing kidding me?” he grumbled as he remained still, looking at his hands and feet. This was completely starting to creep him out.
>> You breathed me, bucko. I don't particularly enjoy it."[/i]
Two accusatory jabs to his own chest, with his own hand, NOT under his control and Jorge was ready to call it quits. He forced himself to keep from panicking as he kept his hands at his sides. He breathed in deeply as he attempted to make sense of the situation, really at a complete lose as to what to do. But he knew he shouldn’t fret. She was an X-Man. She knew what to do in these types of situations…
>> "Sorry! Sorry... It's just... this is kind of scary for me…I don't know how to get out."
“Ah, well, I underst- WHAT?” the cop argued, looking at nothing in particular. How could he looked angry or shocked at someone when they were inside him. “Are you kidding? I mean…you have to get out. I can’t very well carry you around inside me all day.”
"The first time... I mean..." She smoothed down her skirt nervously... which meant Jorge's hands moved toward feeling up his own leg. That was her nervous habit. It worked a lot better with a skirt.
"I just- I don't know okay? I haven't been breathed in too many times in my life."
She started to move her hand toward her head and realized that not only could she not run her fingers through her hair and Jorge's head wasn't exactly where she had estimated that hers was. She'd been about to shove his fingers up his nose or in his eyes... she wasn't exactly sure which.
"Please don't yell at me. You look like a crazy man shouting at yourself and it kind of hurts my feelings. We'll figure something out. You can have your hands back."
She tried to relax so that there would be no resistance when he moved his hands. Ghost could have drawn in on herself, but... but what if she needed to use Jorge's hands?
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>> "The first time... I mean...I just- I don't know okay? I haven't been breathed in too many times in my life." [/i]
Jorge listened to the explanation but all the while, all he felt were the puppet strings of his arms moved. Several times now, Ghost had manipulated his arms so that he was mimicking motions he had seen her do back at his apartment. He ran his hands down his hips, in a move similar to smoothing down a skirt, and then his hand raised up and jabbed himself in the corner of his eye! Jorge yelped and stepped back but it was not like he could really escape from his own personal torturer.
But the detective still forced himself to remain calm. It was just so damn creepy having someone moving his limbs around and he could not see where they were. She was manipulating him from the inside out and that was just too creepy for the detective. He wanted her out and not but according to her this was still a quasi-new thing for her.
So the student was attempting to teach the student. Just great, Jorge thought to himself but didn’t say it out loud. He knew the X-Man was simply here to help him out, but this situation was truly uncalled for. How was he going to get out of this one?
But before he could contemplate further, Maya’s voice rang in his ears again…
>> "Please don't yell at me. You look like a crazy man shouting at yourself and it kind of hurts my feelings. We'll figure something out. You can have your hands back."
He felt his hands suddenly return to his sides but at the same time he felt the deepest pangs of guilt. He really had not meant to hurt her feelings but he had figured that she would know how to get out of this situation. Then again…maybe she was in no greater shape than he was. After all, he was over 40 years old and he was suddenly developing new powers. He was just as lost and in the dark as she was with aspects of her own abilities. So in many ways they were completely in the same boat.
Feeling his hands returned to him, Jorge carefully reached up and began to massage his tense shoulder. It really was turning into a long day and he was mean to someone who didn’t deserve it. He knew better than that…
“Ugh…Um…” he cleared his throat and sighed. “I’m…sorry. I…didn’t mean to yell at you.” He felt rather silly and knew he still looked like a crazy person talking to himself, but he didn’t care at the moment. “I…didn’t mean to presume anything about your abilities and control over them. I guess we’re both just having a rough time of it right now. I…apologize Mrs. Csendes. Utmost and truthfully apologize.”
That apology was almost painful coming out, but by the end of it he seemed to really mean it. "Apology accepted." She held out his hand for... his other hand so they could shake and make up. Yeah... maybe not. "Uhh... have any brilliant ideas?"
She tried to behave as she thought their predicament over. It felt a little like hanging suspended in a wave pool. Where Jorge was the wave pool.
Their first problem was that she had taken Jorge out of his home in his pajamas. With no shoes and no wallet, Jorge would not be able to walk very far or call a cab which meant they needed to stay here and work this out. Ghost had assumed that she would be returning him. She still intended to return him. She wondered if she could make a call on her incorporeal cell phone.
There was only one way to tell... She withdrew her arms and tried to reach into the waistband of her skirt. There might have been a slight tickling sensation around his middle while she rearranged herself in order to get at it.
Shoot. She had no way to see what the screen said or where the buttons were.
"I have my cellphone. If that helps." Would it work in here? She wondered what the reception was like. "Oooor maybe we should just try to get me out? Could you exhale to get me started?"
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>> "Apology accepted…Uhh... have any brilliant ideas?"
“Really?” he asked himself/Ghost when he saw his own hand rise up and held out for him to shake. With disbelief, and sure that he was looking like a complete moron, he shook his own hand. God, it was just way too effing weird…
Jorge was still uncomfortable with the woman actually inside him, but at least they both seemed to have come to some sort of truce on the matter. He was still a little shocked that she was unprepared for this, but had to remember that he was tinkering with his abilities as well. Maybe this form or use of this power is new to her as well. Whatever the case, he needed to stop assuming that she knew all the answers. She was human, just as much as he was, and had the right to make mistakes when they came up.
He sighed as he scratched the side of his pant leg in thought. What were they going to do? He really had no experience dealing with a mutant actually being inside him. Was not one of those issues that sprang up many times.
He could get in contact with Gemma. But then again, he didn’t know what her nullifying field would do to them. That last thing he wanted was for the X-Man to sudden go solid while occupying his body. That may not turn out well at all. On top of that, a glance down, and he noticed that he was still wearing his sweatpants and t-shirt, along with no shoes. He had not money, no phone, there was really little way he could contact anyone. And walking down the street from this part of town bare feet was not a good option at all.
But, as a thought began to form, there was a suddenly tickling he felt around his middle-section. He giggled only briefly before he stopped himself and held his sides, looking around. He knew that must have been Ghost and boy how much he wanted to glare at her for doing that. What was she doing now?
As the sensation died away, he heard her voice again…
>> "I have my cellphone. If that helps…Oooor maybe we should just try to get me out? Could you exhale to get me started?"
“Cellphone, huh? Yeah,” he muttered. “Not exactly sure how good your reception is going to be…inside…my body.” Jorge involuntarily shuddered. He really was not liking any of these so-called ‘plans’ or ‘ideas’. But at least she was trying. They couldn’t allow each other to fall apart. They could figure this out.
Exhale? Jorge thought and began to form some kind of idea. It was stupid…and it was going to hurt…but it was a plan nonetheless.
He sighed as he clenched his fist. “Listen, I don’t think me breathing heavy is going to do much good. Only chance I can see is…you need to sucker punch me.” He let the idea hang in the air briefly before he continued. “Sucker punch me in the stomach, that should make me exhale enough to get you out. At least…god I hope so. I don’t want to attempt that too many times…”