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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An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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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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Yep. Gryffindor. The brave one. He got the next movie set up and Noel felt like she had to occupy the couch enough to justify Dammit not getting back on so she stretched all the way across the cushions.
And Ranger didn't even call her a paste eater for being in the fluffy be friends with everyone house. "Honeybadger don't care." In fact, she had to demonstrate how much she didn't care by putting her hands behind her head. Yeah. She would make the Hufflepuffs cool by force if she had to. Dammit nosed at her side looking for a place. Guh! Okay. So Noel was a little ticklish.
"But Lions are cool too, I guess." Funny how just by having a house, somehow it was a matter of pride now.
> "And y’ know there’s an American school too right?”
"No?" She supposed it made complete sense that there'd be an American school. Noel made room for him. Just a little room lest Dammit think that room was for her. "What're the American houses?" She was looking for them on her phone now, but the way that Michael looked seemed like he had something up his sleeve.
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> ”But the posi-trac rear end on a Plymouth might be true sorcery.”
She didn't even bother giving him the "you know I have no idea what you're talking about" look and went straight for running her hand over her head and saying "Whoosh".
There were only credits on the screen for now, having just finished the first movie. Inserestingly enough, Noel sorta recognized the music. Probably from a commercial or something. The memorymancer took a moment to stand and stretch before they started the next film and Dammit took that as an invitation to invade Noel's spot. Because of course she did.
> ”Which book are y’ on now?”
"Hmm. The one where everything starts getting really crazy and dark, I guess. I'm only part of the way into The Mixed-Blood Duke. That thing's realllllly long compared to some of those earlier books. Plus, I guess, the more adult themes." How were they going to sit there and watch that? Noel might have been an adult, but she might just have to cover her eyes and have Michael tell her when it was over.
She shrugged and gave Dammit a healthy nudge that prompted the pup to get back on the floor, tail wagging. Begging for pets was one thing, but stealing her spot was quite another. She could be invited onto the couch eventually. But now it was a matter of principle that she stay off it.
"Hey what house are you in? You know, if hats could talk and we were in magical England.” Probably the brave one, right? "I took a quiz online and I think I was in the badger house." She was bringing up her phone notes now, in fact...
Designation: Alpha-16 Alias: Lillith “Lily” Rogers Age: 30 Parentage:Jorge Cervantes and Noel Powers: Waters of Memory - Within 10 feet of a person, Lily can pull some of a target’s water out through their skin— each drop feeling like a needle prick. This not only leaves the target a little more dehydrated each time she performs this action, but it is not pleasant to have about 1 cup of water forcefully removed from the body, drop by drop. (1 cup is over 4,000 drops and takes about 10 minutes to fully remove.) It takes about 2 cups of water before a target feels woozy, as if they have given blood (20 minutes). After an hour of power use, Lily’s victim will show signs of moderate dehydration and at 4 hours that becomes severe.
Upon absorbing even a drop of this water, Lily will be able to focus in on the target’s physical state (heart rate and general wellness), location (if within 1 mile radius), and mental alertness (awake or asleep). If Lily is within 10 feet of her target and is able to absorb a steady stream of water, she can focus intensely into the subject’s mental state and review any working memories (memories made since the last time the subject has slept). If she takes on too much of a person’s water in a day, she becomes memory-logged and will permanently absorb a personality-defining memory from her victim. (She knows who she is, but may remember the Vietnam war.)
Personality Traits: Sweet, Wholesome, Ruthless Appearance: Dewey fawn-colored skin with freckled, rosy apple cheeks. Lily has a button nose, wide hips, and a healthy set of curves for her just over 5-foot frame. Her hair is kinky spirals of cinnamon and as bouncy as her personality. She enjoys feminine dresses, jewelry, and lipstick.
Jack was a girl. Noel's brain stuttered for a moment on that. Jack was a boy name. Jack was a big dude... ette. Also, she wasn't even a lobster...
"Right." It was like a math problem that she could see the answer to, but had no earthly clue on how she was supposed to get there. "I may someday get used to hanging out with all walks of people, but I don't think today's that day." What in the world would happen if Jack hit an adapted's field? Was that something they had to watch out for, now?
Noel started at Sveta's casual use of profanity, but otherwise made no comment on it. Sveta was a grownup. She could say whatever she wanted.
> "You want to introduce me, or what?"
"Uh. Yeah." She cringed through the lie. What Noel really wanted to do was go home and put on a pair of sweats. But other people knowing Noel might be important some day. She wouldn't hold her breath about remembering anyone here specifically.
In the meantime, Michael seemed to be at enough of a stopping point in his chat with Jack that he was looking around. It was now or never, really. Noel made a motion like she might grab Sveta's arm, but decided against it even if there were gloves. Her power was f***ed up. Nobody, not even Noel, wanted it turned on tonight. "C'mon."
Noel stopped just outside the socially acceptable standard circle. Too close and she'd want to touch. There was no point in getting mushy in front of people.
"Hey, Stranger." Noel gave Micahel's boots a kick in the rubbery heel before she gave a classic security nod to Jack. The 'I see you and you see me and that's just fine because neither of us is trouble.' Noel wasn't assigned to any of her normal activities tonight. It seemed nobody was.
"I hear you're Jack." Noel offered her hand to the big guy... gal, and was surprised at how much more rainbow-y the Mantis Shrimp Lady was up close. There was an awful lot to look at, including the suit.
"Michael, this is my friend Sveta who's also known as Muse. Don't shake her hand."
As far as her introduction to Jack went, that was a bit easier. "I'm Noel. I see you met Michael. If he's ever a pain, let me know and I'll beat him up for you." That was a joke since a) Ranger could benchpress his stupidly oversized truck and b) Jack didn't look like she needed anyone to beat up anyone else on her behalf.
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Sveta needed a drink, but Noel knew better than to imbibe. She'd sworn off all alcohol again and considered a tattoo to make that a permanent thing. Most days, she felt pretty confident in the journal she'd started here. There was some pride in the fact that she was tattoo free. Not even her name. But it had been a comfort when at least that had been there. Then again... it was always eerie to be surprised to see more tattoos than expected...
Her friend was back in a flash. No time for Noel to practice.
> "Hadden and you. And Chief. And Nate. Nate helped me a lot with actually leaving the building."
"Chief is the big guy at the bar who's... err... an uncooked lobster? Right?" Was that indelicate? He was literally a lobster. A big effing blue lobster. With maybe a little extra rainbow thrown in because X-genes? The inhuman mutants always sort of baffled Noel. Anthropomorphism was distracting at best, impairing at worst. Lord knew she had her own problems, but at least she got to attempt to hide them.
"I know Nate from long before Haven. He's like a brother mixed with a backup. I've got a lot of his memories." Which usually implied that she'd kissed him, but they never had. Noel made a mental note NOT to dig into Nate's memory again unless it was an emergency since "helping Sveta" sounded like it might entail something consenting adults did in their spare time.
And speaking of those she'd never kissed, Sveta noticed the little acknowledgments she and Michael gave to each other before moving on to their own things. They weren't the type to stay glued at the hip. They had more confidence in each other than that.
> "Is that your guy over dere?"
"Yeah. Apparently, we'd met a long time ago out in the field." Noel scanned the crowd, same as Sveta. "Otherwise I know Quin a bit from Nate's memory. And... that might be it." The blonde reminded her of someone a little, but since she couldn't trust her own memory there was no point in assigning knowledge where she couldn't confirm it.
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Having already grazed to satisfaction, Noel went back to the dance floor. Didn't matter if she was the only one, she was used to being the weirdo.
> "Dancing already? Did I miss the first round of drinks?"
"Sveta." She smiled in welcome and could have hugged the woman, but Noel stopped short because her breasts had windows. Her dress was gorgeous in a va-va-voom way that left Noel's general lack of anything but hips lamentable. "Uh. I. Hi. It's been awhile. I guess you managed to get out and back around town." Had her breasts been in windows last time? No. Definitely not. Noel made a concerted effort too look up at Svetlana's eyes.
"I need the practice. If I don't practice, I lose my skills. Haley said we need to generate some heat in here so hopefully we'll get some more dancers."
Michael stood in the doorway for a moment, flashing her a short burst of appreciation. Noel was just glad he'd shown up in clothes. That man didn't seem to like being told what to do and "dress up" was just the sort of mandate he would deem safe enough to break. She raised her hand in a little wave and that was that. He was off to finish his mission ASAP, no doubt, so he could go home and take off those fancy duds.
"So who do you know in here, exactly? Hadden, obviously. And me."
The doors were iced shut at the Inferno Nightclub.
No matter how they’d chipped, heated, poured, and salted… nothing. The freezing rain had come in sideways last night and the ice was clear and strong at 2 inches thick. They had to wait for it to thaw. Or, they needed to generate some heat.
"No, no you see it's the perfect excuse." Haley Vaultami, AKA Secret Keeper was typing at her laptop at the bar in the deserted club Inferno while only one of their typical two bartenders was behind the bar drying clean glasses in case they opened. The other bar tender hadn’t been able to get through the door.
“We need to have a members’ only night. Devon’s sort of hinted at the idea, but he’s always so busy and he tries to make everything so perfect. He would overthink it. There’s too many new faces lately. There’s no way everyone knows everyone else. Maybe not even Devon.”
”Devon isn’t welcome to party around here.” Noel paused in her practice. Apparently she’d already learned to dance once or twice in her life. She just needed to remember.
“Tempest.” Haley hissed her correction. ”I mean our Devon Hadden.”
Oh. Right. Noel lifted her arms and went back to practicing.
“And you can’t dance alone!”
So she sent the email she’d been typing to all members of Haven living in the building or not. They would find a way to get everyone in there by trickery or bribery if they had to.
HAVEN NEEDS YOUR HELP Dress in your trendiest clothes and meet at Club Inferno at 7pm sharp for an important mission assignment.
That gave them just under two hours to get food and make it a mixer worthy of Mr. PartyPlanner himself.
Noel’s phone chimed and she pulled it out of her pocket to read. ”You didn’t--.”
”I did. And now I need your help to pull it off.”
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Noel had never helped host a party before. Not any she remembered, anyway.
”We’ve got pretty much everything that was left in the kitchen. Pickles, cheeses, and whatever all the rest of this is. All the foods that don’t need a plate.” She set down a tray with little bread slices between the chips and salsa/queso and the things that needed toothpicks. She was careful to sample the spread from the back so it wouldn’t mess with how it displayed.
Haley had insisted that Noel dress the part in an actual dress. Trendy apparently meant short, form fitting, and made of sequins. There was no DJ today, but there was music and with the lights going and the bartender still working behind the bar, it looked like they were in business. Haley somehow still got to wear pants. Maybe because it would be her job to tell people at the door that it was their mission to get to know one another.
Now they just needed people to show up.
((OOC: This thread is come and go If you are in this thread, I think it’ll be safe to assume your character will have met everyone else who makes it to this thread even if you don’t directly interact.))
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Two stepping did sound a little familiar. Or maybe she just wanted it to.
He settled in around her, and thought it was a little stiff at first, by the middle of the movie they'd joked and compared notes, and found an easy way to be in proximity. Apparently Dammit had eaten Michael's copy of this book so they couldn't even go look up a detail. Noel didn't bother grabbing her phone, either. Sometimes, it was just better to let the movie do its movie thing and have the book be the book.
And to see the words on screen with real people attached... Noel was already sure she'd have a little trouble remembering this wasn't real.
"There's no such thing as magic, right?" She rolled her head around so she could see him better from where she'd ended up leaning in. It was better than watching the cringe-worthy CG centaur. They should have gotten a mutant stand-in, but noooo. Some producers were married to their CG visions. "Just mutant-magic. So far as we know." She was just... just checking.
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Dammit, thankfully, went and found her spot in front of the couch. His couch wasn't too far off where hers was, only mirrored for being on the opposite side of the building. Dammit had her favorite spot and that translated perfectly.
For having jumped on him, Ranger stayed marvelously unmoved and unphased. Noel resolved to work out more as a result. He should have budged at least a little.
But alas, it was movie time. Michael had his tasks and he knew just where he kept his things. Noel was dismissed to fumble her way around the kitchen. Water seemed like a good idea. Water and ice, because she was feeling fancy. The things here were familiar like returning to a grandmother's house after a long time away. Nostalgic almost.
> ”An’ I’m certainly not opposed t’ goin’ dancin’.”
"If I've done it before, it can't be that bad." But why they had to go somewhere to dance was beyond Noel.
One cup for Michael. One cup for Noel. She set them down and gave herself full marks for delivering them with ice. Noel plopped herself down on the couch and Dammit wriggled her chin up onto her knee, their usual arrangement. "Okay so the first one, they're, like, 10." Such babies. She had to think back through quite a bit of plot to get the first book right in her head. "The Magician's Rock." She was actually getting a little excited.
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"Yeah, but... wait, what do you mean hustle? Were you going in and seducing people?" That wasn't accusation, that was the most ridiculous thing she'd imagined all day. An egghead telling this smooth operator how to canoodle? Noel was rolling her lips around just trying to keep that giggle to herself.
> ”We could go dancin’ again if we need t’. Worked a couple times before.”
She was determined not to be embarrassed about that. If he thought it was funny and it made him feel as smiley as he looked, then it couldn't be that bad.
"Well, if you're not oppOSSED!"
Dammit, having fought half-heartedly and then been rebuffed from her second dinner, came to nip at Noel's calves. It was possible Noel would have forgotten and would feed her again. Instead, it made the memorymancer yelp the last half of her word and jump forward. There was a brick wall in the form of Michael there, so Noel didn't get too far. In fact, she got quite a bit closer.
"Dammit!" Her outrage was almost rote by now. "You already ate! Go lay down!" There was gesturing. And as stern a voice as she could manage. And when she turned back there was Michael. Like. Right there.
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She hadn't expected a yes on the movie marathon. "What?" She was laughing incredulously at his unusual acceptance too. It smacked of friendship. Like what a best friend might say. This is a dumb idea, but I'll stick it out because I'd rather do something with you than do something smart.
"That's a whole chunk of time." She warned him, as if he hadn't also realized the time commitment. He had stacks of papers and the puppies would have to go out. Food would happen in there somewhere... but time together was what she'd suggested to herself.
'Better now that you're here' had a real nice ring to it when it tasted like truth. It was the kind of thing that made her want to be incautious and wrap him all up and keep him forever. Instead, she put her hands on his forearms. Acknowledgement that they were touching and that it was okay, but she wasn't exactly throwing herself into his arms. Maybe they should have been at that point, but she just wasn't.
A spiral of doubt made her question why she was there if she wasn't "at that point," but when she focused on things like the jokes and the easy smiles it made her answer his return courtesy question in a way that even surprised her.
"Better. Now that I'm here."
She wanted to be here. It would be nice to be at that point.
"I've been putting it off, but I feel like I know very few people here. Right now, I mean." And isolating herself further hadn't really helped that. "Knowing about people isn't quite the same." And trust was a thing born from experience and confidence.
"Besides, having just read the books, I can tell you all the ways the movies get it wrong." It was hard to believe the movies had gone over that well. Were the later ones rated R or something?
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All seven, plus one for splitting the last one into two... Eight movies. Man. It all got so dark, no wonder they split the last one.
It was easy to ignore what might have been some weirdness because she hadn't given him a chance to have any of it. There was no 'maybe should we hug?' there was just a simple invite in to watch movies on the topic at hand. It would have been difficult to say no considering that Dammit had made herself at home, nosedown in Revvie's food.
"Y-yeah. Actually. Are you busy tomorrow?" She checked her watch-less wrist again, unsure of the time and irritated at having someone else's habit.
"Or, I guess I'm asking if watching them all in a row is as bad an idea as it sounds." 2 hours a piece, 8 movies... 16 hours? Noel had 16 hours to burn, easy. And her sleep schedule was already thrown by staying up to the wee hours reading. She stepped in the door and had that odd moment of maybe she should have done something. Relationship rewards or something? Cheek kiss for him only? Her notes were absolutely silent on the matter and had only urged her to go and be around him. Which she had not done. Not really.
"Hi. I'm s--" What? Sorry? She wasn't. Noel changed tac. "How are you?"
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At long-last, Noel closed the Kindling app on her phone.
Sometimes it was difficult not to get absorbed into the world of Perry Hotter. The writing wasn't bad for being a kid's book and it managed to suck her in until the magical world almost seemed more real than her own.
Binge reading in a an era where she'd had to rely on her notes a lot was a dangerous thing.
At first, Noel had balked at the idea of tackling such a long book series, but she was tired of not understanding the references and it was engaging enough that once she had started, she really wanted to continue.
Besides. She could take notes. She'd maybe gotten a bit too relaxed in that regard, but Perry Hotter was fun. She could do better! Honestly, anything was better than when she returned from her mission with Natalie, sore and confused and with more dogs and boyfriendly concern than she'd expected.
She remembered almost nothing after their first date and her dossier on Michael was lacking.
You like Michael Hunter. He runs Blackforest Tactical. You have a MyFace Official relationship, but neither of you are on MyFace. Go see him. You'll figure it out. But DO NOT kiss him.
She had noted his number and their text history was in her phone. They seemed to be comfortable around each other from what she read before her job, but now she got sweaty palms and all tongue-tied, even in texts. She wasn't trying to dodge him. It was just easier to plow through the entire Perry Hotter and the Magician's Rock than it was to schedule a dinner date.
She saw him when they went to walk the puppies, --if the two small mountains could still be called puppies it was only a technicality-- but it was easy for them to fall into silence when she had Perry Hotter and the The Hall of Redacted Information pulled up on her phone.
But now... now things were getting heavy in the book. And she needed a friend to help her talk through all the feelings the author was making her have.
She'd put off talking to Michael for far too long.
Dammit whined and scratched at the door before Noel had a chance to knock. Her nerves made the moment before he opened the door absolute hell. She'd been pretty much avoiding him. He was forgiving. Too forgiving. He had to want something from her.
Would she be invited in? Was it weird to show up unannounced? Noel checked her wrist, realized that she didn't wear a watch regularly, and started to fish out her phone to check the time.
He could be mad. He be--
--opening the door. Ready with a smile.
"Did they really make all the Perry Hotter books into movies?"
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Nolan jerked awake as a heavily calloused hand scraped against the back of his neck and settled there. He could smell body odor, urine, exhaust, and cigarettes, among other things. Noel walked around and pulled up a chair in front of him to watch.
His questioning look became wide eyes and a fierce struggle as the contact between him and the vagrant continued and he realized what she had in store for him.
His power took in memories. He couldn't stop so long as he was in skin-to-skin contact with another person. It was why he typically wore gloves, long sleeves, and the off-putting attitude. Noel's limitations were different, she had to taste a person to get a memory. Some things were the same for both of them, but skin-to-skin? That was Nolan's weakness. He couldn't stop the memories of the man behind him from flooding in.
Family drama.
Family trauma.
Alcoholic spiral.
Job loss.
Loss of hope.
He also couldn't see anything recent. He couldn't tell from his memories what she had told this man, this vagrant, what to do. All the man had to do was hold on and Nolan's mind would become oversaturated until there was nothing left of him.
He glared daggers are Noel and could tell from the set of her jaw, the look in her eyes that she was... sorry. But not sorry enough to stop.
She checked her watch, changed which leg was crossed on top of the other, and almost anything besides listening to him plead and attempt to bargain and struggle. She checked the man behind Nolan, meeting his eyes more than a few times as he wavered. But they'd promised him enough for him to get what he needed. She'd promised him more than just money, a fresher start without certain memories to weigh him down.
Now, those memories would weigh Nolan down instead.
Nolan's struggles became weaker, he became more confused, and everything about him seemed to get heavier, weaker, sadder.
They could have replaced Nolan's memories with anyone else's, but it was best to find someone with no relation to Noel's secrets. No one with memories of Haven or mutants or Michael or anything. She was killing for the things she loved, without actually killing him. Now, they could release Nolan back out into the wild and he might recover some of who he was. Or he might end up fighting the otherverse's homeless for a favorite park bench.
It didn't matter, so long as he stayed out of their way.
Once she was sure it'd been long enough, Noel walked their homeless man to the door and paid him in full, including a bitter tasting kiss and a quick wipe of this whole experience. He was escorted out, a few memories lighter.
From there, Noel just had to make sure Nolan would also forget the strange day he'd had. She stuck a sticky note to his chest and set about the surgical removal of certain memories, including the memory of seeing her face.
Noel's vision expanded out from the dark tunnel that ended in Nolan's eyes.
His eyes were glassy. He bled from the nose and ears. And Noel injected him with something to help him sleep. Because her sticky note said to.
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If he had to guess how his interrogation was going to go... that hadn't even been on his list of possibilities.
He was unnerved. This woman was a culmination of all his fears. Having her here and seeing what he could have been had no one to keep him in check was a punch to the gut. How did she know what she stood for? What she believed in? How could she possibly do anything but follow or agree or be a foot soldier?
He asked for a truce while he sorted through what she'd given him. She left. He didn't really get a say.
Of every angle he considered, there wasn't a single one where this ended well for him. Were they out there deciding his fate right now? He tested his restraints and took stock of what memories he had left that were his own. Mostly his doppel's memories were from someone else. There were days when Nolan felt like it was that bad, that he might not have any memories of his own, but in reality it was never that bad.
It was trickier than he anticipated to separate out what was his and what was hers. She didn’t think in the way that Nolan was used to woman thinking, possibly because of the franken-memory or maybe because she’d gotten almost all her memories from men. There was virtually nothing about this place. He hadn’t directed his thoughts well enough. He’d been caught off guard. He had to think.
Could he implant something painful? Memories weren't exactly a great weapon. They took time to take root and then exploit. And he really hadn't seen much that was personal in his doppel besides the dog and the man she did not take memories from. His best weapon, at a guess, was what he knew about himself. It could translate to what she didn’t know about herself.
He did his best to formulate a plan, review how her powers worked, think about strategy…
Eventually fatigue set in. He could only be on alert for so long. She was taking her dear sweet time in coming back… he was assuming she would be back...
and takes about 10 minutes to fully remove.) It takes about 2 cups of water before a target feels woozy, as if they have given blood (20 minutes). After an hour of power use, Lily’s victim will show signs of moderate dehydration and at 4 hours that becomes severe.