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.
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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.
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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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The head lolled and suddenly the balance of this body was all up to Ghost. Needless to say, balancing was a lot easier when the guy was still awake to use his inner ear balance and years of experience in this body. She had to take a couple steps to keep the momentum from slapping the poor guy into a wall or the floor and she had to adjust where the hips went, but… yeah eventually she got him standing up straight.
That was actually strange. Ghost felt more natural with a lower center of gravity, but when she tried to walk like she normally did— like a girl— it just didn't work out for the balance of this body.
She took a couple more passes through the hallway while Jorge changed his clothes and by the end she thought she might have this new body all under control. The head no longer sagged against his own chest, she held it in a forward facing direction. She swung the arms by his sides, she even tried for a little spring in his step like nothing was wrong.
"Ready?"
The body's movements were still stiff, the head did not move naturally and worst of all the eyes were closed, the mouth didn't move and her voice was high and feminine. If they met up with someone else, the best she could hope to pass for was sleepwalking.
Maybe someday in the Danger Room she could iron out this getting breathed thing.
Oh. Wait. They were in the Danger Room now. Everything was so realistic, it was hard to remember sometimes.
"If you were rich and famous, where would you keep your trophies?" Living room? Maybe? "They should be somewhere public because trophies are for display, right?" Only, no part of this house was really "public" with how tightly the woman had locked it all down.
"Maybe we should just walk the halls like a patrol. Then we can scope the place." Or was the term "case this joint"? She might have been mixing her movie-learned slang.
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>> "Ready?"
Jorge didn’t respond right away. Instead he simply stood there, wearing the guard’s clothing and watching as the possessed guard stood there, looking more like a creepy marionette than an actual human being. The head lolled, the eyes were closed and worst of all was that fact that Maya’s voice was fluttering out from between those lips. The whole situation simply gave him the heebie jeebies, but Jorge said nothing to indicate that. Instead he took a moment to relax, remember that it was Ghost inside that guard’s body.
Finally he nodded as he finished adjusting the uniform so that it didn’t look so baggy. With the guard safely hidden away, they should have no problem with being found out right away.
“I’m as ready as I’m going to be,” he said as he looked at Ghost closely. “Wish I had some tape or something to hold open those eyelids. Makes it look like your sleep walking.”
He guessed that that would have to do. They would have to avoid any other guards they came across.
>> "If you were rich and famous, where would you keep your trophies? They should be somewhere public because trophies are for display, right?"
“I don’t know,” Jorge said with a shake of his head. “Turner turned into a real nutcase. If anything she would want to keep those trophies available for only her own, personal viewing. Lessens the risk of them being stolen.” Jorge said as he looked around the mansion. He was having a hard time believing that all this was only a hologram, a simulation rather than the real thing. The science behind this place must have been just absolutely insane. “But I do think your right about her putting them on display. Maybe she has a private trophy room, something like that…” he mused to himself.
As he walked on with Ghost, Jorge attempted to visualize where Turner would have put those Oscars. The X-Man was right in that she would want to display them, but being as paranoid as she was, she was not going to put them up in some public part of the house. If she were that obsessive and insane, she would want them to be close by, able to look at them every day, where only her most trusted staff would have access to them.
But where would such a secure location be? Her bedroom? Personal bath? Maybe some specially made trophy room? With as much wealth as Turner possessed, he would not have been surprised if the answer was all of the above. But without knowing more right off the bat, those Oscars could be anywhere…
>> "Maybe we should just walk the halls like a patrol. Then we can scope the place."
Jorge nodded in response. That was the most sensible plan he could think of at the moment.
“I think that’ll be our best bet,” he said as he looked up and down and halls and saw no one so far. “Allow me?” he asked as he took the lead and began to walk down the hall, looking official and guard-like. He would rather that Ghost was behind him. It would be easier to hide her/his closed eyes…
"Be my guest." She wanted him to lead anyway. This was his training mission after all and he had eyes that could see things that she could not, while at the same time she had senses that could augment their search.
Ghost plopped a limp hand on Jorge's shoulder to stop him. "I hear something." Well, more than that. She saw the trickles of it at the edge of her form vision. "Actually, I don't hear anything." Now that she was focusing her senses to try to distinguish the sound, she couldn't. Maybe because her hearing was muffled? "But I do see it." He would know what she meant since he had been ghosted and seen the sounds of New York. There had to be something that make making a constant sound above or below the range of human hearing.
She briefly took the lead in her sleepwalking zombie body and tried to zero in on the location. It was in the wall... "Here." She pointed at a section of the wall that seemed seamless to her, but no doubt Jorge could find some detail conspicuous enough to get it open? Or maybe the actual device was on the interior of the room on the other side of this wall? Ghost couldn't tell.
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Jorge was allowed to take the lead and so he did. He must admit that the pair of them probably looked a little awkward or out of place in this whole building. His uniform was a little larger than he had originally thought and pooled around his ankles. The shirt had to be tucked in a fairly large amount and still it bellowed out and made it look like he had a gut of sorts. But so long as no one looked at him for too long, he still managed to pull the look off rather well. But it was not only him that was vastly out of place. It was also the man who stomped along behind him.
Ghost, the X-Man, air elemental, had taken residence inside an unconscious guard and was now manipulating him from the inside much like a puppet or a suit. The problem was that her control over him was not as in depth as it should have been to make him look natural. Instead he looked like a combination of a sleepwalker and a puppet hanging limply from a snipped string.
He would have to remind her to do this on Halloween--she’d make a great zombie.
Taking a tour of the house, pretending to be on patrol, the detective looked about and had to silently marvel at the decadence of the house. He didn’t know if this was really how Turner lived or it the X-Men had simply programmed in a large, impossible compound just to run their simulations a bit better. Whatever the case, it took a lot of imagination to fill this place up and still make it look overly wealthy and beautiful at the same time.
The most impressive feature, as they passed the foyer, was the large, crystal, glittering chandelier that hung from the ceiling. It was a majestic and beautiful sight. The light that refracted through the crystals sent a riot of colors all around them, sparkling all over the expensive tables, bookshelves, even the fine art that hung from the walls. But being the experienced detective that he was, he could spot the bits of security that lay all around. There were a few invisible eyes, the ominous blinking of a camera red light in the corners, even what looked like check station desks for guards to sit, watch, or take a break. Turner paranoia had apparently manifested in her absolute need to keep every under watch.
But as he continued on, suddenly a hand plopped onto his shoulder and that made him turn. The Ghost-possessed man look at him through closed eyes and spoke in a voice that in no way belonged to him…
>> "I hear something…Actually, I don't hear anything…But I do see it."[/i]
“What is it?” Jorge asked as he looked around, a little suspicious. Did she see more guards coming? Maybe a security device that he missed? He was ready for a fight if it was needed.
>> "Here.”[/i]
Jorge turned and saw…a wall. His eyebrow arched as he looked at it closely and then glanced over to the X-Man. Was she serious? He couldn’t see anything really different but he had to remember that she was looking at it through a vision that was not entirely visual. He remembered that exactly. He remembered looked at the world as a series of air currents drifting over solid surfaces and painting picture like that. Maybe she was seeing some air current that he really could not?
Deciding to take her word for it, he turned and faced the wall. Reaching out he carefully ran his fingers over the smooth surface and could only come to the conclusion that it was little more than another wall. Nothing different, nothing strange about it. But as his hand moved over a certain part of it, he could feel what she was seeing…that small shift in air. He leaned in close and indeed there was a small , circular slit almost like something he would have never had given a second glance to.
“Yeah, I can see it,” Jorge whispered back. “It looks like…some button...”
Placing his finger on the button, suddenly there was a flash of green from the circle and a second of the wall slid open for him to access. Jorge stepped back, both surprised and impressed. But as he did so, he noticed that within the wall was another large expanse of a hallway, long, metallic looking, like something from a spy movie. Casting a glance over at Ghost/Guard, he stepped into new hallway and immediately stopped dead in his tracks. Along the walls he saw a large number “1” printed on it. He had no idea what that could mean: level one? Security task one? One life left? Who knew! But as he peered along the length of the wall, something made him freeze…
“Electronic eyes,” he whispered to Ghost.
Being a cop there were many places with high end security that had such things in them. They were in fixed positioned and had a stream of unseen light that, when crossed, would immediately set off alarms. They were invaluable for protecting things…maybe like Academy Awards? He sighed as he looked across that invisible maze of electronic sensors and immediately a sense of trepidation filled the detective. He was not acrobatic enough to flip and spin through their fields, nor could he do anything to make them visible. Judging by they positioning, he would have to be as thin and long as a garden snake to get through…
He sighed.
A small, half-hearted chuckle and he turned to Ghost/Guard. “I take it this will be another test of my new abilities, right?”
Cracking his neck to the side, Jorge took a deep breath, shook out his limbs and closed his eyes. He was going to need to get to the other side of that length of electronic sensors. Hopefully this meant that they were closing in on the award.
“Well…see you on the other side,” he said with a smile and, while closing his eyes, he began to melt down into his watery form once again. It was time to test just how much control he did have over it…
"What?" Electronic eyes? "Jorge, what's electronic eyes?" How was she supposed to get a body through a minefield that she couldn't see? Survey says: she couldn't.
"Guess we're ditching our disguises here..." Jorge didn't even hesitate. He transformed and dropped his drawers. Ghost started to bend down to pick up the clothes Jorge left in his wake (get it? wake?), but thought better of it. She was going to have to leave this body here.
And either way, she planned to get some clothes to her friend. For his dignity if not for her own.
Ghost drew the man's arm back and just as she had with Jorge, drove his hand directly into his own gut. The body, no matter how deeply sleeping, wheezed. A foggy wisp darted out between his lips even as he started to cough and sputter. His eyes flew open.
He was in a strange mix of falling limp and catching his own balance, coughing Ghost up and gasping her back down, all the while careening around the small space. His feet caught on some spare clothes puddled on the floor.
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>> "What? Jorge, what's electronic eyes?"
Jorge could already feel that cold sensation of his body breaking down. He wouldn’t have long to explain what it was that Ghost was asking about. Then again…if this was her training program, shouldn’t she know what they were already? After all…it was not like he was the one who designed this insanity.
He glanced back to her, his eyebrow arched as his skin began to grow clear and fluid-like.
“This is your training program. Shouldn’t you know?” he asked in none harsh way, just really curious. “Glass sensors across the walls, they let off a steady stream of invisible light, a laser. If the stream is broken by someone walking through it, it would normally set off an alarm.” He took one last sighing breath as he turned to look out over the hall. Those invisible eyes were absolutely everywhere.
>> "Guess we're ditching our disguises here..."
“Looks like,” he mumbled as he felt his skin turn all translucent. One last look at the Ghost/Guard and he flinched when he saw her forcefully eject herself again from another body. His stomach still was sore from that incident. Guess she hasn’t figured a better way yet.
Once he had that last thought, Jorge felt that sensation of melting overtake his body. Just like before, he collapsed down into his himself, becoming little more than a puddle of water on the ground. He seeped slowly out of his disguise clothes and immediately wished that he had some control over that. Ghost could turn her own clothes invisible for herself, so technically there should be a way for him to alter his own clothes into water as well. It would take practice but it would be well worth it to learn how to accomplish something like that so whenever he used his powers he wasn’t running around buck naked.
The watery form he had become slipped past the clothes and he looked out at the walls with his new, wavering vision. That would make things a bit harder to comprehend. He could barely make out in what ways the eyes were pointed, let alone see this invisible light spectrum. The only thing he could assume was that maybe, if he stretched himself out thin enough that he could slip by the lowest aimed sensors. Jorge did not care for the option, seeing as he never liked the idea of thinning himself out too much. But…that is what this session was for. To test the limits of his new found ability.
Slowly the puddle of water that Jorge had become began to stretch further and further out until he was little more than a fine sheen on the ground of the hall. In his mind, Jorge could feel the strain. It was almost as if was a hair’s breath away from losing himself. But he needed to keep going.
As flat as possible on floor, the puddle of water began to move one, slinking across the bottom, avoiding the peering sensors that side-glared at him the whole while. On and on he slipped by, trying to go slow as to not get too cocky with his moves. So far he had not set off any alarms, as least that he could recall. Maybe he was thin enough that the sensors wouldn’t catch him? Maybe it was all a lie and just for show? He couldn’t be sure. All he knew was that things were getting too easy…
…of course, the detective should have known better than to think that. Whenever he so much as wonders if things are too easy…that’s exactly when they go to hell in a hand basket…
Ghost would have loved to explain the database of possible defenses that this program pulled from. She would have loved to tell Jorge that the assortment of defenses and house layout were random, different every time. She also would have loved to be able to keep the guard from falling into a field of electronic eyes.
She would have to look into that electronic eye stuff later.
Alarms sounded. The guard gagged. Ghost wriggled free as a huge, metal door came crashing down at the far end of the hall. Not that a door would keep her out.
"CAN YOU FIT?" She felt had to shout to be heard over the klaxon. All this noise was muddling up her vision. Hopefully the other side of the door would be quieter. Ghost probed the bottom of the door and found the seal to be less than air tight. Her body pooled like a cloud at the base of the door and eked through as much of her at a time as she could manage. If Jorge couldn't fit, maybe there was a way for her to open it from the other side?
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It was Jorge’s fault. He was having a good feeling about this. He really thought that he was indeed going to make it through this whole thing without making a sound, slip past the maze of electronic eyes without be tagged by them. It was an excellent sign of his ability to fully manipulate these new abilities that he had developed. This whole training exercise was going to be a success!
Then all hell broke loose.
For a brief moment, Jorge thought he was imagining the sounds that he could hear muffled through his watery form. But as he focused in on his vision, he could see the bright flashes of lights and soon made out that the piercing sound he was listening to were sirens. He shifted his vision behind him and spied that the guard Ghost had inhabited was lying sprawled out, half choking for air while on the ground. Ghost had evacuated the form but he did not fall gracefully. Instead he lying directly in the hall, more than likely disturbing one or two of the sensors that were pointed towards the door.
So much for their great sneaky success…
CLANG!!
Up ahead in the hall, a massive metal wall crashed down and barred the rest of their progress. It was heavy, made for probably keeping out a strong demolition team. Whatever was on the other side of it, Turner definitely did not want anyone to know. He hoped that that meant that the trophy room was on the other side.
Deciding that there was no need to keep up the pretense of slinking around like a spy, Jorge just ushered his water form forward at full pace. The thin puddle of water bubbled up and shot forward, moving like a watery snake as it leapt, hopped and swirled like some water fountain attraction in the middle of a sidewalk. The stream of water hopped forward until finally he found himself in front of the large new wall that prevented him from getting to the door on the other side. This place was really testing his new mutation…
>> "CAN YOU FIT?"
He heard the voice in the air and though it was still muffled and mixed in with the rest of the screaming alarms, he knew that it was Ghost. Jorge pushed himself closer to the wall and spied that there was just a hair line crack underneath. Impossible for an ordinary human to get through, but for two elementals it might as well have been a massive open door…at least he hoped so. He still did not know the full limits of his abilities…but now was the time to test them.
He didn’t know if Ghost was already on the other side or not, so he was going to have to chance it. Jorge pushed forward and actually seeped underneath the wall. His new form leaked through the small opening underneath the wall and began to form up on the other side. It was an odd sensation, to feel so loose yet squeezed into such a tight spot but Jorge did not dwell on it for long, he had to push on. Before he knew it, he found the last bit of the water pulling itself out of the minuscule crack and reformed into a larger puddle. A glance up and Jorge found that he was in a small space with a small door against the wall. Apparently this is what that laser grid was protecting.
As he looked at it, the water bubbled and swirled as it rose into a column and slowly a more humanoid figure made of water appeared. There were still no legs to this creature Jorge became, only a swirling mass of liquid that looked something like a water spout. As his arms, hands and fingers reformed, he looked down at them and felt an actual face and head form as well. It had been awhile since Jorge tried this form out but he seemed to have an easier time holding it together.
Still unable to speak though, Jorge glanced at the door and then around the empty space, waiting for any sign of Ghost. Hopefully she hadn’t abandoned him…
Having a lot more practice at this than Jorge, Ghost was through the under door opening first. And she started through the second just to scout around and see what was in there.
It looked like their jackpot. Glass cases lined the walls with bits and bobs and plaques. She couldn't tell which one was which, but once they were in there it couldn't be that hard, could it? Ghost wriggled her incorporeal self back under the door to make sure Jorge had made it.
He was a nice roiling pillar by the time she returned from under the next door.
"We're close." She whispered and it slithered around the small room. Wait. The room was really small. She extricated herself from under the door and pressed air against the walls to more carefully inspect the dimensions.
The... changing dimensions.
"It's moving!" She hissed the words and made a gust of air push the Jorge pillar of water toward the door. At least, she hoped it was Jorge. Ghost didn't know any other respectable pillars of water. "The walls are moving! Quick! Go under again!"
She didn't waste any time in following her own suggestion, but seeing as there was only one door this time and the crack was even smaller than the first, inevitably the elementals were sharing space.
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Jorge remained in his water form, but not simply because of his attempting to be ready for whatever would come next, but because he (again) found himself pantless. Jorge still did not like this part of his new found mutation, but he would have to deal with it. Maybe eventually he would learn to shift his own clothes into water so that he would not reform completely naked, but it would take practice; and that exactly what he was doing right now.
Upright while in water form, the liquid humanoid looked from left to right, trying to find any clue as to the X-Men’s whereabouts. She had vacated the guard’s body back when they started to cross the room but still she was not appearing to him in human form. Was she still out there? His senses were a little dulled so he could not feel any shifts in the air, but where was she? Surely she would have shown herself…
>> "We're close."[/i]
The muffled voice was suddenly heard and Jorge turned his watery head towards the door. He could see no sign of the X-Man but he knew that she was at least with him. That was good. At least he was not going to have to do the rest of this alone. To show that he understood her, Jorge lifted his liquid fist up and raised his thumb. The thumbs up, hopefully she could see, would show that he understood what she had said. He still had not mastered the ability to talk in this form, since it is hard for express words when one in just a giant glob of formed water. But thank the heavens for universal hand gestures…
>> "It's moving! The walls are moving! Quick! Go under again!"[/i]
Yes…thank the heavens for universal hand gestures!!
A single figured salute at the wall and Jorge watched as it began to actually creep towards them! It was like a bad scene from Indiana Jones or some spy movie. This place actually had a security measure that made the walls close in to crush any intruders? Not only was that completely overkill but it was definitely was not cost effective. Who the hell actually has a slow crushing wall as part of their home security measures?
Turning his head, and sending a mass of droplets flinging off to the side, Jorge spied the little bit of light that gleamed out from under the second door. That was going to be their only chance. While Jorge knew that he was still water, he did not know how much that door was going to crush or if his watery form would even be able to withstand it. And now he was going to find that out. Even if this place was only a simulation, it shore as hell felt real.
The detective quickly let himself collapse onto the ground into a watery puddle and rolled like a wave directly for the crack under the door. He hoped that Ghost had already made it out of the room. After all, she was air, she could probably take a little more punishment in that form than he could. But as he seeped through the opening, his spilled into the room on the other end and felt that something was definitely off. But instead of focus on that sensation, he instead tried to keep every drop of water from the other room spilling into this one so he could reform. He was not going to risk leaving any of it behind.
Once Jorge was sure that he was complete, he slowly reformed his water humanoid form. Upright, he turned his liquid-like head left and right and marveled at the sight he saw. The room was large, probably as big the entire interior of a small house. But lining the walls were several glasses cases etched into the wall itself. Within them the detective could see various types of awards, statues, certificates, etc., and they all glittered like crystal, gold and silver. He wondered if Ghost could see this…
Ghost?
That’s right! Where was she? He turned his watery head and inspected his surroundings. He could not see any sign of her. Was she still in air form? Why? And…why did he feel so…bubbly…? The water elemental looked down to see that he looked like seltzer water in this form…
Going the same way, occupying the same space and squeezing through what would have been a tight spot for even one of them meant that more than a little mixing went on. It was probably more Ghost's fault as she was the more experienced elemental form elemental. And really… would getting squished have hurt her malleable form? No. But she hadn't been thinking that clearly once she'd realized that the wall was closing in on them.
Ghost had pushed into his water. She had every intention to push through his water, but somehow it hadn't quite worked like that. Ghost moved by wind power. Once she was in the water, she was moving both. That didn't do fantastic things for separating them out from each other.
Bubble.
A bubble of air formed and pulled in toward her spread out and individually bubbled body. She could draw air in. That was nice to know that she wouldn't suffocate, but when she tried to move herself the best she could manage was to shove Jorge's pillar around a bit.
Bubble.
Ghost thought about going solid, but… what would happen if she merged with water? Could Jorge replace the water she was sure to take on? At the very least she tried to start condensing her bubbles so that she would at least be one bubble. Maybe then she could do something about it.
Because, as of right now, she couldn't even tell him… unless she could make him make some universal hand gesture? What was the motion that said 'Help! I'm giving you gas!'? Or 'I'm a bubble!'? There wasn't even a good hand gesture to tell Jorge that he should continue on and get the job done...
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Jorge turned left…then he turned right again. There was still no sign of Ghost anywhere and this was making him little worried. He really did not want to be going through the rest of this exercise by himself but maybe that was the point of it. He did not doubt that she had managed to escape those closing walls. After all she was made a of air so she should have been absolutely fine, there was no way those crushing walls were actually air proof at the same time. But, even so, where was she? He did remember seeing that “God Room” high up on the wall, maybe she was taking the opportunity to go there and eye his progress.
He sighed, or, at least mentally sighed, and turned back to face the room. The objective was still clear, he had to get the academy award so he would push on. He hoped that at some point Ghost would reveal herself again.
So the elemental detective pushed on, sloshing across the floor and not even leaving a trail of water in his wake. He did not want to risk returning to his human form just yet. There were too many surprises in this place and if there was one thing that he didn’t need was for a group of buzz saws to suddenly appear and attempt to slice him in half. That would definitely not be a good day. Besides he was supposed to be in training on how to use these abilities, it made all the sense that he should stay in this form…
Hopefully, though, he wouldn’t wear himself out.
But as he sloshed on, he took note around the room. The amount of awards this woman had earned was massive, or at least that is what he had heard, but he never expected anything like this. Awards were lining nearly every single glass case around the room. They sparkled and shimmered in a riot of colors that made him wonder just how talented this person was. She had to be one of the greatest actresses to have amassed an amount of awards like this. He could see why she would want to keep them safe…but this level of security? Jorge thought for a moment that the person who had programmed this scenario went a little far with her paranoia…or maybe it was modeled exactly how it was supposed to be.
The watery elemental shook his head as he pushed on, eyeing the various awards but looking for one in particular. It was not until he rounded the corner (hell, this was a very big room), did the detective finally spot what he was looking for.
It was like the crowning jewel of her achievements. The statue sat on a small pedestal at the very end of the room in the center of the wall. In its own glass case it shined and glimmered with a majesty tat Jorge could only dream of. He was not an actor but for some reason just staring at the shiny gold statue, he felt small pang of longing that he was one. That maybe he could achieve that.
Then he saw the laser grid.
Are you effing me?! he thought fiercely.
Around the pedestal were several lined gaps that ran across the floor, walls and ceiling each of which served as a wall of protective shiny red lasers. It looked almost like a crosshatch pattern of light. Jorge at first thought that this would be simple enough, just to slip through the gaps but it was more difficult than that. A fly buzzed him. As it flew, it began to make its way, blindly towards the humming laser grid. Switching patterns, it ducked to fly through one of the gaps, but just as it did so…the grid blinked and changed pattern. Instants the fly buzzed directly into the grid and was evaporated into a small pile of ash.
Jorge shook his head, thought of several more choice words of cursing. He really could use some ghostly intervention about now.
Jorge sort of meandered around. If she thought her vision was bad inside a body, this was somehow worse. Nothing technically connected her to the outside open air. Unless she pulled air in...
Could she push air out?
Jorge had stopped and Ghost couldn't really tell what was keeping him from pressing on so Ghost decided to try it. She started by trying to lean forward. Or pushing forward. If she pushed hard enough would she just pop out the other side?
Really, she didn't have any way to know that she was pushing him toward a deathtrap.
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Jorge
Jorge stared at that humming laser field and shook his watery head. He was really beginning to get annoyed now. The traps in this place were getting ridiculous but he knew, in the back of his mind, that this was all necessary. He needed to learn how to use these abilities. He had to be ready. What if he needed to use them in the field? His ability, or inability, to use these powers could mean life or death for someone. And those were not chances he needed to take. He asked for the X-Men’s head and they were giving him help.
Besides, he was sure that he was not the only one to have faced such frustrations when learning and practicing the limits of his powers. He couldn’t have been. It was the knowledge that at least he was not the only one to want to blow as gasket that kept him going.
Slowly she sloshed ahead, thoughts of where the X-Man Ghost disappeared to left his mind. A glance forward and he spied that glittering gold of the Academy Award surrounded by this field of humming, buzzing red lasers. He was so close to the end of this. All he had to do was make it to it and end this session.
Come on, Jorge, you can do this, he thought to himself.
He sloshed forward against until he was directly in front of the laser grid. Even through his watery form he could see their angry red glare. But…how would his water form be effected? Would part of him evaporate? If so, what would happen if he tried to reform like that? Would he lose a toe, part of an organ? Damn him for not knowing the full extent of these abilities. But…the man was going to have to risk i-
Whoa, Shhhhhhiiiiii….!
He actually felt himself being shoved forward, from what felt like his midsection! Still not fully used to keeping this humanoid water form up, Jorge quickly began to feel himself tumble. Water dripped and spilled around him as he began to lean further and further forward until he was practically kissing that first glaring bar of red light. As it came closer and closer, he could only do one thing…
Fwooooosh!!![/b]
Jorge suddenly collapsed his entire body and shot his water form forward like a hopping snake of water. His dived through one gap in the lasers, barely touched the ground and then dived through another. With each movement of his, the laser grid shifted, spun and readjusted for the movements it was sensing but Jorge was quick when he was in this form of water. He slithered, hopped and dashed through, though keeping himself this compact was beginning to give him a migraine. Yet, even through the pain, Jorge just kept moving and dodging, trying to aim himself towards that pedestal and never lose sight of it.
Come on! he thought and spilled through gaps, Come on!! Come on!!!!
Buuuuuuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzz…Fffsh!!![/b]
Jorge gasped internally as part of his watery form evaporated from touching a laser and though pain raced through his mind he kept pushing on. Almost there…almost there…
Ghost had to keep herself oriented in order to control a body. A pillar of water had a definite up and a definite down. A bouncing snake of water? Not so much. Especially at breakneck laser dodging speeds. Not that she could see any laser beam action. The bouncing seemed totally random from the inside.
Bubble.
And a little sizzle.
That's it. she wanted out. But there were no arms to hit herself with so instead she just tried to propel herself up or forward or... well, any direction would do really. She pushed. Hard.