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.
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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...?
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Magic and Mystics
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The Welldrinker Cult
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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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"Ah- I'm not going to punch you, Jorge." Though, when she thought about it the last time she got out had required a little extra ooomph, but still! "I don't want to hurt you. Didn't you hear me before? There's got to be another way. A non-violent way."
He must really have wanted her out to even have suggested taking extreme measures like that. But... it wasn't like she did this kind of thing on purpose. "Why don't you start with an exhale and see if that works?" They could get drastic later if they needed.
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>> "Ah- I'm not going to punch you, Jorge…I don't want to hurt you. Didn't you hear me before? There's got to be another way. A non-violent way."
Great, the detective sighed to himself. She had no probably turning the man to air, carrying him out of a building and holding him over the ocean, yet she had moral issues with punching him in the stomach. Really?
Jorge struggled to think of something that could get this done. In a way he was a little touched that Maya did not want to attempt to hurt him to extract himself. But short of running a marathon and risk possibly passing out, he knew that they had to try something. Punching himself would really be the only option that had the best chance of working. If she were air and within his body, then knocking as much air out at once would be their best bet. But she did not want to go there. And it was obvious that he could not punch himself. He might inadvertently hold back and he could not risk that.
No…this was their best course of action. But…how could he make her punch him. She seemed pretty adamant about not hitting him. Then again, she really did not mind harming him when had had accidentally upset her and she pulled his leg.
Maybe his only recourse was to make her upset. But how to make an X-Man mad? Jorge had his fair share of experiences with making women angry during his time in Miami, but would any of that actually work on Maya? And on top of that, he really did not want to hurt her feelings. Still…it may be the only way…
>> "Why don't you start with an exhale and see if that works?"
“Yeah, I’ll see what I can do,” he said quietly as he clenched his fists and took a breath. He really was going to hate acting like this, but…she needed to vacate his body…
Closing his eyes briefly, Jorge went back to a time in which he was running around for vice, undercover in Miami. One of the worst parts he had to play was a girlfriend beating, drug dealing, foul-mouthed low-life in order to get in close with one of the cartels that was running their shipments through the underbelly of the city. It was hard work but the detective had managed to pull it off. He only hoped he could do just as good a performance right now for the X-Man.
And hopefully not hurt her feelings enough to change her view on him forever…
“Yeah, maybe it’s better you didn’t try hitting me,” Jorge began to exhale. “After all…how hard can you really hit? You are just a scrawny lil’ girl.” He shrugged as he attempted to exhale harder. “Because, seriously, I’ve run into plenty of women and they can barely form a fist much less punch someone. Then again, that’s why you all need strong men to keep you safe from the world, as well as keep you in line when you get too uppity.” He sighed as he still attempted to breath the X-Man out. “Are you out yet? I really am tired of hauling your skinny butt around and I really have way too much to do. God, they should have sent Sam to help me. He’s a guy, he’d probably would have helped better...” Then, under his breath, he mumbled an obscenity about the helping X-Man. Nothing loud enough for any passing person to her, but just enough for her.
Lord in heaven…hallowed be thy name… he began to pray and tried not to brace himself for the punch to come…
"Ah." She tried to get a word in edgewise, but... he was relentless. Yeah she was scrawny. That didn't bother her. Not from Jorge. She wasn't here to impress Jorge. It was the idea that in her current condition, without her mutation she couldn't even lift more than 75 pounds. If she were solid the weight would slip through right her fingers.
Ghost didn't care that he accused her of not being able to punch someone because she never wanted to have to. She was so mortified when she hit CS. It was one of the things she was most embarrassed about in her entire life. She could never take that back. "Please stop." She knew it was stupid, she knew that her voice sounded watered down with the sound of incorporeal tears. She really didn't want to be in this man anymore. She wanted him to go away now.
She didn't hide behind a strong man. She couldn't bear the weight Sebastian already tried to carry. She couldn't keep him from worrying. She couldn't keep any of it from happening either. Strong wasn't enough. Her heart ached. He just didn't know what he was digging up, surely.
But she drew the line at Sam.
"Sam couldn't have helped you, Jorge..." He didn't even have an elemental form. She realized that Jorge was trying to hurt her on purpose to make her mad enough to hit him. That realization alone made her mad enough to want to hit him. "And you don't have anything better to do otherwise you would be out of your pajamas." She made her words snap, but that was the worst of it. Ghost was a grown up. She was in control of her emotions and in this, she would not yield. She would not hit him. Even if she had balled his hand into a fist already.
Instead, she went full mom voice on him. "I will not raise my hand in anger, Jorge." Oh how she wished that she knew his middle name or even remembered his last name. "And I hope you never do either. If you want me to punch you, you'd better think of a better way than that to make it happen." She put Jorge's fists on his hips. He might have better luck throwing himself at a rock.
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Jorge heard the sound of her voice. Even though she was technically a ghost right now, he could hear the tinge of tears that wanted to fall from her eyes. Deep inside he felt that pull at his heart strings and whether that was her or not, it didn’t matter. He really did feel bad that he spoke so badly towards her, but he really was only trying to help get her angry enough to punch him. More than likely she was just as exhausted being inside of him as he was having her there. But…maybe there really should have been some other way to go about it…
And apparently she agreed…
>> "I will not raise my hand in anger, Jorge…And I hope you never do either. If you want me to punch you, you'd better think of a better way than that to make it happen."[/color]
The detective sighed. So much for that plan. He really had tried his best to make her angry but she was not buying it and on top of that she still sounded like she was hurt by what he had been saying. She got the fact that he was simply trying to piss her off, but the words were hurtful nonetheless. Though…for a second there it did seem like he was close to getting her to punch him.
It was with a heavy heart that he shook his head and apologized again…
“Maya, I’m sorry,” he said honestly. “I…truly didn’t mean anything that I said. You’re right, I was only attempting to get you raise your hand in anger.” Jorge paced lightly as he stalked the empty ground to his left and right. “Trust me, it’s not because I don’t like you or because I’m thoroughly creeped out that you are in my body, but I’m sure you’re just as tired of being inside my body.”
Jorge was glad he was having this conversation out in the middle of nowhere. Were he anywhere else more populated, he was sure that his fellow police officers would have been called. He looked like a mentally disturbed individual, standing around in his pajamas, arguing and talking to himself, all the while being spastic as he nearly tripped and fell a few times. Truly a picture perfect day for the detective.
The apology still fresh on his lips, Jorge raised his hand to himself, hoping that she would shake his hand in return.
“I won’t speak to you like that again, I swear it.” he said truthfully and with a small, apologetic smile on his face. “Deal?”
He sighed from somewhere deep down inside of himself and Ghost actually felt a little tug. Heh. Maybe if she made him self loathing enough he could just exhale her all the way back out? But she had an apology to accept. He didn't know how miserable he had made her feel.
Jorge's other hand moved up to take his waiting hand to shake on the apology again, but hesitated with fingertips just out of reach. "You really think it's the best way, don't you?" She sounded sad because she was sad.
She thought that she saw the faintest inclination from Jorge's head.
Well, if that was how he really felt…
Jorge's hand slipped into his other hand with a little of Ghost's help. And then she gripped both hands together before pulling them straight for his solar plexus in a sort of self-Heimlic maneuver.
She felt a little bit of herself dislodge immediately so she did it again, harder and then quickly withdrew her hands so that she could hopefully get out easier helped each time by a cough from Jorge.
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Jorge felt his other hand, under the control of the ghost in his body, lift up and make ready to shake his hand. They were going to need to trust each other and take one another under account in order to do this. Jorge needed to stop being mean and try to remain calm. They could get out of this, he believed it. Though he really did think that his plan was probably their best bet, if she didn’t want to do it, he really should not try to make her. He had said some really mean things and though he already apologized, he knew he would do it again the second they got out of this. She didn’t deserve anything he had said.
But, hand lifted, he was just about to shake his hand in agreement, again this was totally weird, when Maya’s voice suddenly rang in his ears again…
>> "You really think it's the best way, don't you?"[/i]
At first Jorge didn’t say anything. He paused for a second…thought…then made ready to nod. He was going to tell her that it was okay though. That they would think of some other plan in order to dislodge her from him. But…before he could utter a single syllable, both his hands suddenly gripped each other. Not under his control, he watched helplessly as the pair of them shot inward…straight for his stomach…
Oh sh-
WHHOOOMP!![/b]
Jorge didn’t know his eyes could bulge that far. He gasped, all the air evacuating his lungs the second he felt his fists drive completely into the area above his stomach. All he saw was red…then black as he doubled over, coughing and sputtering as he attempted to force his body to breathe. He knew that this was an attempt to dislodge the X-Man from his body, but his body’s natural want to breathe overwrote any thoughts he had of keeping himself from doing so. Air, precious oxygen, they needed to fill his lungs again…and right now…
But before he could get in a full breath, his puppet stringed hands pulled out, held for only the briefest of moments and then…
WHHHHOOOOOOOMPPPP!!!![/b]
This time the heimlic-like move drove even deeper and harder into his stomach and felt himself practically blackout for a few micro-seconds. Gasping, choking in his own throat, the detective doubled over and fell to his knees. As he did so, he felt his own manipulations returning to his arms and hands and detective held his own stomach in pain as he fell into a coughing fit, sure that now ever last bit of air in his body had been extracted.
Another few seconds and Jorge took his first, precious breath of air. He struggled to keep himself from curling up and instead simply held his stomach, eyes closed as he attempted to regain his composure. His eyes still closed, his lips trembled in pain as he winced and gritted his teeth.
“M-Ma…ya?” he groaned, holding onto himself and very cautiously opened one eye. “Please…t-t-tell me that worked…”
It was like an eject button. Once she had drawn her body back together and Jorge was still coughing and sputtering, there was only one way for her to go: up and out.
Ghost had no way to help the process, she just had to trust that each cough brought her closer to the outside. This was the trouble, really. With an incorporeal body, nothing could touch Ghost. Alternately, Ghost couldn't touch anything. She couldn't even claw her way up and out of his throat.
A piece of her popped free, the arm that held the cell phone. Jorge coughed again and she had part of her head and torso free. She dropped the phone the few inches away from the ground that they were. Funny, she had thought they were standing.
Part of her got sucked back in as Jorge inhaled to ask his questions. Oh no. She was not going back in after all that!
She summoned a fierce gust of wind came and drew across Jorge's face. Now that was something she could hold on to. Ghost tried to hook in to the breeze as best she could and it was slow going. She found that if she timed a gust with one of Jorge's exhales, that gave her the best results.
One windstorm later, a solid Maya was sitting some yards away sweating not from the heat but from sheer exertion. The moral of the story? Don't breathe the air elemental.
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Jorge waited for a reply. He was desperate for one. He did not want to have to go through that pain again, but he knew that it had to be necessary to extract Ghost from his body. So as he sat there on his knees, contemplating how rough the ground was on his face, Jorge attempted to fight off another fit of coughing when suddenly, he felt more air leave his mouth…and drop a cell phone? Jorge gasped in surprise but this apparently was not a desired effect. As he felt to another cough, a sudden gust of wind began to whip up around him, striking him across the face and pulling more and more air from his body.
One second…two seconds…if felt like an eternity before the find finally died down and Jorge could breathe again. Still doubled over, the detective gasped and slowly began to calm down. His body was shaky all over the coughing and lack of air, but as he lay there, he heard nothing more from Ghost. On top of that he felt as if his limbs were his and his alone again.
Still though…was she entirely gone? Slowly, cautiously the man looked up and opened his eyes. There…a few yards away…he saw her…
“Thank…the lord…” Jorge muttered as he slowly attempted to move onto his feet.
As Jorge stood, the second his body stretched out, the blinding pain flashed across his midsection! He groaned as he held his stomach, the source of this discomfort. He could not complain though, he had told Ghost to do it and, though she was reluctant, she finally did. Shakily, and slowly, the man straightened up, one hand still on his stomach where the pain radiated from. He really had to commend the X-Man for everything that she had done. He only hoped, though, that no one would attempt to drink him while he was in water form.
Walking up to her, really not wanting to startle after everything that they had gone through, the detective smirk slightly as he nodded respectfully to her. She was a brave woman and he was all the more thankful that she was on his side. He hoped that they would never find one another at the opposite ends of the law.
He waited until she looked ready to talk, after all she was inside him and how do you really look into the eye of the person who had just taken over. Clearing his throat, he smirked before he outright chuckled…then proceeded to wince because of the pain in his stomach.
“Gotta say, you really know how to make a guy breathless.” he said with a straight face before he finally removed his hand from his stomach and looked around. They needed to get home…had to continue his training…at least he hoped she still wanted to work with him…
She was just… shocked. That was just a little too traumatic for her tastes. Well, too traumatic for a friend. If there was an enemy somewhere that needed to be stopped… maybe she wouldn't mind punching them in the gut to get out? She shivered and looked up at Jorge who was half crazy with the giggles and the bad jokes.
"I… don't even know what to say to that." She wiped her damp cheeks with her dirty hands and it left streaks against her pale white skin.
She offered her hand to Jorge in order to get her feet under her again. Really, there was no graceful way to get up in a short skirt without a little boost. And, despite the fact that he was a man, she would deign to receive his help. Because she was trying not to hold anything he said against him. "Maybe that you know how to make a woman cry? Or that you sounded like a proper chauvinist?" Okay, so she couldn't resist just a little jab.
Once on her feet she didn't let go of his hand, but instead kept it hostage as she stared him down properly. "You don't really believe any of what you said, do you?" She didn't sound like she believed that he did, but… well she could have hit him somewhere else and it probably would have worked just as well. If he answered right, he would get his hand back.
"I think by way of an apology, you should shift into your water form. Right here." Ghost craned her neck to check if- ah, yes. The ocean was still close enough to see. That should serve as inspiration, she hoped, but was still far enough away that he shouldn't fear falling in.
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>> "I… don't even know what to say to that."[/color]
Jorge gave off a small smirk as he offered his hand to help the young lady stand. They had just come through the wringer so a little levity was in store for them. At least that is what he hoped. He didn’t want Maya to be traumatically scarred for the rest of her life because she was sucked down a cop’s throat and had to wear him like a bulky suit. She looked okay, but she also did look a little fearful of everything that had just transpired. He would make sure never to breathe in too deeply around her again…
Taking her hand gentle, Jorge helped her onto her feet so that she could decently stand in that mini-shirt. Why she would have worn a thing like that to a training session, he’ll never know, but he was not going to bug her about that right now.
>> "Maybe that you know how to make a woman cry? Or that you sounded like a proper chauvinist?...You don't really believe any of what you said, do you?"
A sighed sadly after he was done helping her stand. She seemed to waiver on the idea that he was really a male chauvinist pig, but still needed his word on it. He didn’t blame her. He really had said some awful things back there about her. He said it was all simply because he wanted to make her mad, but how could she really know that to be true? It was not like she was close to the man or knew a whole lot about him. They worked together a couple times and she knew he was a water elemental. That was the gist of their relationship.
Jorge shook his head as he felt her clench his hand a bit too tightly. He could only wonder what would have happened if he really did believe all those things he said and told her. But, the detective only shook his head.
“No, Mrs. Csendes, I swear it,” he said resolutely. “I in no way, shape, or form believe any of the things that I told you.”
>> "I think by way of an apology, you should shift into your water form. Right here."[/i]
“Huh?” he asked a little surprised.
A close look at her face realized that she was in no way kidding. She really expected him to shift right there as if it were nothing? But as Jorge ranted about this in his mind, he realized that…there was not the usual trepidation when he thought about shifting. Instead as he glanced over to the nearby ocean, a breeze picked up and sent the scent directly to him. The smell brought his mind back to that moment where he was incased in water with Maya, manipulating it, almost feeling like he was a part of it. It was that thought that caused his anxiety to ease and his confidence to rise.
Another glance to Ghost, a moment of hesitation, then he nodded. He’d take a different approach this time…no more thinking about it…
Eyes locked onto the water, Jorge breathed in deep and closed his eyes. Everything went blank in his head except for the memory of roaring water and the scent of the ocean.
Then he felt it all over his body. His skin waved, the muscles underneath undulated, everything began to ripple and before he knew it he felt the two drops or two of water begin to fall. His skin lost all coloring and began clear, underneath every muscle, nerve, bone, organ, etc, all became just as clear. It was only when his skin had become fully transparent that his body then collapsed and Jorge found himself as a puddle of crystal blue water on the ground…
Ghost admired the way that Jorge rediscovered the ocean. He seemed to be drinking it in on a very primal level. She felt like she might be intruding on a private moment, but she couldn't help but watch. Did she ever do that? Maybe Ghost was lucky that her element was in abundance everywhere that people could live. She never had to do without.
He turned back to Ghost and something in him had changed. He seemed a lot less tense than he had in his apartment. He seemed more… whole. She believed in him.
And he seemed more damp.
She nodded her encouragement.
And then… he was a puddle.
The white haired woman stepped closer before kneeling and smoothing her skirt down behind her knees for the sake of modesty. This puddle might just have eyes.
She fished the damp clothes out of the water and set them aside before addressing Mister Jorge the puddle. It was Ghost's turn to look crazy.
"Don't forget to keep the image of yourself in your mind. If that's too complex, maybe you could try just emulating the pillar of sea water you had going before." Before she had really stopped to think about it, Ghost put her damp fingers to her tongue. She wanted to see if he was salt water or fresh…
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There was a second of shuddering and Jorge felt himself on the ground again in what he could only imagine was a puddle of water. There again was that extended feeling, as if he was going to spread far too thin to contain himself. There was no form for him, or at least that is what he thought. Being more relaxed now, Jorge felt that there was something binding him together, something loose and not as free floating as being made of air. He only wished he had a hand to grip onto to feel more anchored. Instead, though, the man had to keep his concentration, letting himself loosen the grip just slightly in order to get himself to a more comfortable state.
While in this form, Jorge concentrated and he was more quickly able to see than the last time. The first time he shifted, the man had panicked so much that he found it hard to be able to see or hear anything. But, this time, now that he was more comfortable, vision returned to him. Again, it was like looking up through sheet of water. Everything had a slight blurriness about it but at least he could see.
Then the vibrations started. There were hard and concise and the second Ghost came into view, he realized that they had been footsteps. It was not the greatest hearing in the world. He would have to make sure to figure out how to strengthen his senses while in this form.
Eyeing Ghost, in whatever way he was, he watched as she knelt down next to him, felt her pull the clothing free from his soppy wet form. As she did, all the water that had soaked the clothing seemed to abandon ship and leap back into the puddle that lay before her on the ground. Fat droplets collected and fell back into him and before either of them knew it, they clothing was dry of any bit of water that made him up.
>> "Don't forget to keep the image of yourself in your mind. If that's too complex, maybe you could try just emulating the pillar of sea water you had going before."
The detective would have nodded if he had a head. Instead he watched as she stepped back and tasted her fingers. Ew! He really hoped that was not something like his spleen. Shaking the thought off, Jorge turned back to the task at hand. He had to reform himself.
If a puddle of water could psych itself up, this is what it would have looked like. A long ripple shook through as the fully conscious Jorge readied himself to transform. Again, this did not have the usually trepidation of forever losing himself. He had the X-Man’s trust. So, letting his mind go blank again, Jorge pictured himself. He pretended he was looking in the mirror, remembered how tall his was, what he weighed, the length of his arms and legs, how his own skin felt, ever the stubble that was usually on his face.
He then felt a strange tremble throughout the water. As he looked…he saw that nothing had change. The water had spiked up but the second he felt it and acknowledge the change…it stopped. He needed to stop over thinking it…
Focusing more intently, he would try a different approach and…not…panic!
Another tremble through the water and slowly, but ever surely it began to spiral. Much like the sight that had greeted them out over the ocean, Jorge churned the water mentally, focusing and making it spiral up. Slowly the puddle rose and rose, becoming the same pillar of water that he had manipulated before. This time it had barely reached human height before two dark splotches appeared in the water. Serving as Jorge’s eyes, the detective grinned to himself as he felt slightly human…or at least human height.
The pillar swirled and as the dark spots watch Ghost, using her as his anchor, slowly, agonizingly slowly, an arm of water began to form off of his side…
As Jorge rose, So did Ghost. She unfolded her legs and watched the pillar curiously. This was always what she imagined the birth of Posidon or perhaps the birth of Venus to be like except that the little darker spots for eyes made the whole experience a bit more reminiscent of Studio Ghibli.
Oh the training room sessions she could have for him now! Many of her personal training programs would do just as well for a liquid man as it would for an incorporeal woman. She might get him a list later. For now, basics. "How does it feel?" Could he even talk?
Also, was that an arm separating off to the side there? Ghost made a delighted chuckle and clapped her hands together. "You're doing so good!" Adding on some exercises where he interacted directly with solid objects could be in order, given the whole hands situation.
It was tempted to help him form himself. She could probably pit in a bit with air pressure, but... no, this would be like letting a child take those first few steps or maybe letting go after promising to hold on to the seat of the bike while the kid pedaled. All she could do at this point was cheer him on. Off the coast of the waterfront. Hoping no boats wandered too close to shore. Oh was that her cell phone on the ground? She darted down to pick it up, but other than a new little ding, it seemed unharmed.
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>> "How does it feel? You're doing so good!"[/color]
If water could grin, then this what it would be doing right now. The pillar of water suddenly with an arm outstretched towards Maya began to shudder as Jorge attempted to keep this form in place. It was a bit like trying to juggle. He was busy, attempting to keep so many things in the air at once. He had to manipulate the water, keep a picture of himself in his mind, as well go slow enough so he would not lose any parts. It was a strange sensation to do so much at one time but he was slowly beginning to get the hang of it.
She asked him a question, but try as he could to talk, it simply was not within his ability to. Maybe…maybe if he formed a mouth? Jorge tried to make a more complex shape of his head, to better define himself. Water swirled aside as it began to be reformed like clay. The dark splotches that were eyes took their appropriate spaces while slender jaw began to jut out from the pillar. Before the X-Man’s eyes, a head formed from the liquid and a thin line for a mouth appeared.
Jorge opened it…but there was no voice. Instead, only more water rushed out and poured back into the swirling mass of water. A voice was apparently going to be complicated. But there were still gestures! He nodded his head, in reference to her question about how he felt. Then…that thin line of a mouth tilted up into a smirk, in thanks for her cheering.
But, all this was taking an incredible effort for the water-manipulating detective. He could feel the blood, err…water…pounding in his head. Just holding the shape of the pillar, the arm and his head with facial features was difficult. But how far could he push it?
Another shudder broke through the water and another arm slowly began to rise and separate from the rest. Limbs and muscular became seen, finger were defined and Jorge looked down, flexing his newly formed hand. It was a terrible strain, but it was also so completely unreal and cool to him. Never had he thought his powers were evolve to this level. He had become the one that thing had always been his constant and friend since he was 15. The one element that no matter where he was, he knew it was nearby; the one thing he could always count on to aide him should he be in trouble, he was now a part of it.
Though like all creatures, one must learn to walk before they can run.
The swirling liquid attempted to move forward, a leg attempting to step out but before it could even form, Jorge felt that snap. The pressure from juggling too many manipulations at once collapsed around him and the man of water shuddered. Droplets began to fall, definitions were lost and before he could help it, Jorge fell with an audible, wet, SPLASH!!
Water was splayed out all across the ground in front of Maya, but slowly it began to pull back into itself. It rolled, like mercury across a flat surface, joining with a larger puddle near her feet. One again, the detective, the man of water, was little more than a puddle in need of a rest.
Ah, okay so... maybe no talking yet. But he had a proper face now. She tried to be very proud of him for that rather than trepid about a pillar of water with amorphous arms and her friend's face. She didn't appreciate it when others responded to her that way and it would do no good to Jorge.
But really? A smirk? She could see the world, jumbled as it was, through the churning waters of his body. Seeing that mailbox there bend ever so slightly when Jorge crinkled his face in amusement didn't really convey the same message.
And it must have been difficult because in the end he puddled again.
"Tired? Want some help or are you good for another go?" She could cheerlead all day so long as he didn't evaporate.