The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Posted by Eisen “Pause” on Jul 8, 2023 10:40:07 GMT -6
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May 21, 2024 14:21:12 GMT -6
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Any trace of his poker face vanished like a plate of chocolate chip cookies in front of a fat kid with no self-control. The sudden 0-100, feeling his skin almost peel away as the beastly wings of his new acquaintance thrust them off the ground, and the fact his slobber spewed from his open mouth as he screamed “YEAAHHHH!” Made him look like a kid who lost his roller coaster virginity.
Though the feeling was pretty similar to falling, the acceleration upwards as the ground seemed to flee and the skyline greeted them with a big ol’ hug made the leap into the sky, the corkscrew, all of it, rush into Eisen’s senses with no politeness whatsoever. His senses were getting fucked and he loved every moment.
He wanted the feeling, over and over and over again but it was over almost as soon as it started.
Once the airborne duo slowed their pace and hovered over the neon-reflection of the poolside party, Eisen began to whine. “That was it? So not fair.” The music stopped to greet them and many of the partygoers quit their conversations and cascaded into confused gestures. Some were so spooked they ran inside, while the bride and groom seemed unphased.
The scene played like a silly clip in a sitcom, where his partner unabashedly gave a half-ass introduction about Uber, as if there would be no consequences. One of the guests broke the silence, and the groom stepped forward drunkenly waddling on his two feet with his unbuttoned dress shirt and wasted expression.
“This is fucking awesome! Did you hire this mutie Bert?” The groom rushed forward at hearing Demon’s Uber flyer comment. Poor Bert.
Since the groom seemed comfortable with it, the music resumed as murmurs began to start in the crowd. Not everyone was sold. The bride began to muddle with her bridesmaids and the groomsmen hesitantly watched the groom from a distance.
“My turn! Me next! Take me to the Empire State, baby!” He stood in front of Demon yelling unnecessarily loud.
Not wanting the vibe to end, though all things considered things were going much better than planned, Eisen stepped up to the groom — thankfully Maggie had shown a picture of the couple beforehand— and patted him on the shoulder.
He remembered how hungry Demon seemed to be, and things began to click in his head. As much as carnage wasn’t something that bothered Eisen, he didn’t want to deal with any chaos just yet. For what it was worth, they had just arrived at the party.
“Hey, fella! You’ll get your night ride soon. She’s picky and flies better with some alcohol in her system.” Eisen’s blood began to boil just a little, but the groom was already emotionally so compromised that he questioned nothing. Instead he frowned, but like a big boy, nodded in understanding.
“I have dibs though!” He yelled towards present company as the rest of the party resumed with a palpable uneasiness.
Eisen shrugged, patted the groom on the back and followed Demon’s lead by grabbing a drink. Poor Maggie. Eisen looked around for the gal who had invited him, the adrenaline coursing through his veins overriding his slight nervousness about bringing Demon in front of these normies. Once he had a few more drinks, though, he would probably stop caring.
Posted by Eisen “Pause” on Jul 8, 2023 4:02:46 GMT -6
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Eisen’s grin grew to envelop his whole face. Normally, his poker face — a tool he used to get out of so many social pickles — kept his excitement under wraps. Bars, clubs, people’s estates— if you have enough confidence and get people to believe you know what you’re doing, it’s hilarious what one can get away with.
But he let his excitement show for a moment, before he hid it again at her comment. “Gentle? Now, now. We just met. You haven’t even seen my tableside manners yet.” He straightened his collar and adjusted the button-down, which was a rayon -blend smooth to the touch, as it curved around his chest and met at his belt-buckle, revealing his douchie wife-beater underneath.
When she slunk her sweater on with the tail, he couldn’t help but whistle. If it could put on clothes like that, imagine the opposite. Eisen watched with fascination, as he reminded himself, the night was young. He didn’t know what else her mutation consisted of — pain tolerance, self-regeneration, maybe paralyzing venom. As long as he avoided getting her truly pissed, there was nothing to worry about… right?
When he saw her wings protrude from the sweater, he pumped his fist and muttered “score!” under his breath. Another crack in his poker face.
“It is a party. After. Party. After—a-wedding-party. Everyone knows weddings are about the party, the show — you don’t need people around to make a commitment to another person.” She then mentioned about riding her like a carpet, and Eisen was even more totally on board. If she had said no, that would have sucked arse. But a mutant strong enough to carry him? That’s exciting. Why settle for this one party when they had a whole city of possibility now?
“I’ll sing whatever you want, babe. I can DJ while you drive. Beyoncé? MC Hammer? Bruno? My karaoke game is strong.” When she told him to hold on, he hoped he was doing it right — he stood in front of her and turned his ass in her direction— it wasn’t Captain America’s ass, but it held its weight.
Then reached for her hands to place them on his waist.
“Ready when you are.”
—— —— —-
At the party itself, the guests were just beginning to transition to bridesmaids vs groomsmen beer pong. Around fifty people, give or take a few stragglers with people coming in and out, made the place lively enough with the crowd still interested enough in each other to keep the vibe fresh. Most were gathered outside beside the pool and would definitely notice Pause and Demon as they arrived. Nothing like uninvited guests on the best day of your life, right?
Posted by Eisen “Pause” on Jul 7, 2023 21:00:34 GMT -6
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Not only did the little demon have a bite, she had a bark too. Eisen puffed out his chest while placing a hand over his heart over her snarky little comment.
“If I need a foot in my mouth, you’re going to need something bigger for yours.” Eisen pretended to be flabbergasted, though a small smirk arose between the corners of his mouth. He left the innuendo hanging in the air for her to pick up on if she wished. The so called demon was feisty alright, but did she have stamina? Or was she going to fizzle out before the night even started? Eisen was one to give most a chance, and this gal had promise. Unlike Shahiek and that horrible double date earlier.
“I’d prefer to go for a couple drinks before I let people eat me.” This girl was getting unnecessarily spicy, and for him not even trying, Eisen was pretty ecstatic. He wondered what that tail of hers would do after a few drinks, though he wasn’t one to dine and dash nowadays. At the very least, she could be his plus one at this after party. If her wings didn’t cause a stir, who knows what would happen afterwards. The night was still young.
As long as she could control that stone thing, that is. He wouldn’t want to get stuck… or something.
“Hungry huh? Add that on top of sore and thirsty. Got it. Party’s that-a-way and there’s probably some leftover cake or something. Iunno. Didn’t stay for the wedding.” Eisen pointed over yonder at a glass-encased pent house jutting into the sky with strobe lights and techno blasting into the New York, light-polluted atmosphere. From his guess, it seemed to be at least on the 20th something floor. Little Maggie from the shop didn’t seem like she’d have cash cows as cousins, but then again, appearances weren’t everything.
“You wouldn’t be able to, uh. Give us a lift, would you?” He made little flapping gestures with his hands.
Posted by Eisen “Pause” on Jul 7, 2023 19:32:36 GMT -6
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Eisen pulled his hand back as the statue wasn’t a statue at all, but a prank of sorts. The crumbling stone that made a soft little sand-waterfall noise against the city landscape was calming, but he took a few steps back then looked around him. No one else was seeing this right now.
If he had been in a rush, Eisen would have left the person alone to do their stone stripping, but it wasn’t everyday that stony creatures stripped in front of him. He had a lot of questions. Though, given the state of their times, this was either a person trapped by someone mutation, or a Welldrinker spell, or it could have been a mutant themself.
As the stone crumbled, Eisen wiped away some of of the dust that fell on his feet. The process was rather slow, but eventually the creature— which seemed more like a blue haired female with wings— so definitely a mutant — spread its wings and did a spooky face-reveal.
Eisen clapped slowly, the female emerging from the cocoon. And wanted to respond to her comments, but she didn’t give him time to speak, between the lip licking, the stretching, and the tail flicking and the flattery.
“Hold on, sweets. I don’t think you’re done — isn’t more supposed to come off before you reveal your stage name and I slip in some dollar bills? That tail’s pretty kinky.” Eisen was aware, she could probably leave him bloody and bruised. But as soon as she sheathed her wings, he realized she didn’t seem intent to cut his head off just yet.
“You can call me Pause, little Demon. And if you wanted to give a show, I’m on my way to an after party. You’d probably make more cash there.” He winked at her and offered her his elbow. He’d seen his fair share of creature-mutations, and her demonic appearance was a pretty flattering one. If she didn’t have a sense of humor, however, he’d have to revisit his game plan.
Posted by Eisen “Pause” on Jul 7, 2023 3:19:22 GMT -6
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The thwuck of Eisen’s empty RedBull alarmed a lady’s poodle as he missed the mouth of a trashcan. “Sorry” He shrugged and ran across 50th Street, coming from a weird double date with Dawn and Jane and Shaheik.
Never again was he going to be pressured to pity-chaperone a guy with severe social anxiety, meeting an online date, pretending to be his sister’s lover from France. The free three course meal sat in his belly, but the silences and body picking and over apologetic duel of the awkward parties left an aftertaste in his mouth he needed to shake off. The Redbull wasn’t enough.
One of his clients, a sweetheart by the name of Maggie, who got a tattoo of her dog on her left thigh, invited him to her cousin’s wedding’s afterparty somewhere in the Bronx. Eisen hadn’t the care to take her up on the invite— sure she’d been crushing on him hardcore. But he craved some social interaction right now to stave off the anxious energy he just endured.
After arriving home, taking a long awaited dump, and jumping into a not so-wrinkly set of dress pants, wife-beater and loose fitting button-down, he hitched a ride on a few buses that brought him blocks away from a dainty little pent-house, lit and alive from a distance.
The sun had just come down, meaning he was at a perfectly late time to arrive. Passing through a nearby park, he stopped for a second to admire a lady in stone. A street performer, he presumed. But this was at a corner where there was little to no traffic.
“Hey. You should probably pick a better spot.” He ambled up to the stone girl, then realized it looked so real. So stone.
He reached out to touch her face and continued touching her face because it turned out to be an actual statue.
“Holy fuck. That’s insane. Thought you were real.”
Posted by Eisen “Pause” on Apr 13, 2023 14:03:12 GMT -6
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His teammates were so badass. Eisen watched as Agatha's prized soldier was ripped apart like a ragdoll in the mouths of several Rottweilers, and Agatha herself was like a Christmas tree after everyone shouts to tear the tree down. Her necklace was ripped off her neck, and as much as she tried to hide behind her fallen Champion, she was being slapped to oblivion by the woman wielding the warrior's chopped-off arm.
Eisen exhaled with relief as he let go of his mutation, and Agatha's clothes were back in liquid time and under the effects of gravity. He stretched his sore arms and legs, having remained tense for a prolonged duration of time. Boy was it great to stretch!
He then hopped down from the tree and wobbled down to solid ground, catching his breath and exposing himself to his teammates. The woman with bugs crawling upon her and the other one who seemed to be manipulating the plants were close by.
He got up after recovering his breath after a bit-- two beautiful women were exhausted after spending themselves in battle. What better time to introduce himself?
"You two ok? The name's Pause." In reality he had very poor first-aid skills and only had his comms and a few more stun grenades in his possession. The best he could probably do was strike up a few jokes to see if he could lessen their pain.
Posted by Eisen “Pause” on Apr 12, 2023 15:01:51 GMT -6
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He watched with steady determination, seeing how his comrades would react to the situations at hand. The lady Agatha and her Holy Soldier, his thoughts raced to figure out who would be the one he were to Pause. One of the mutants seemed to be saved by a giant plant, while the other who fired shots at the Angry Godmother, still lay within her range.
Just then the comms system buzzed in his ear. He totally forgot he was plugged in. "If we break that weird cross around her neck, that might break the charms."
Eisen was still unsure whose voice was what, but the instructions were clear to him. Give the peeps an opening.
He watched as a sword-wielding mutant sliced an arm off the Supreme's soldier, assisted by another. Thus, his attention returned to the Supreme, who didn't seem happy about her warrier being shot at and having its arm chopped off.
"Shoot for the cross." Eisen spoke into the comm systems, as he focused his every being, energy consistent, breaths in rhythm, eyes lazer-pointed at Agatha. He spatially locked the ground beneath her feet, and slowly extended his mutation to her clothing, from her feet to her legs, up her waist, around her arms and even to the pendant around her neck. Shimmering like a statue's jewel in the sun-soaked battlefield.
Agatha would find that the fittingness of her vestments were now her downfall, and all she could move was everything beyond her neck and wrists. With his level of concentration, unless she had the guts to rip through her own clothing to break free of his spatial lock, or her warrior were to yank her from her position risking the same, all she would be able to do is spew words of discontent.
Posted by Eisen “Pause” on Apr 11, 2023 18:44:12 GMT -6
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Within the Chaos, Eisen’s attention drew towards the Supremes and badass mutants trying to stand up to them. His heart grew heavy as he loosened his grip to breathe, watching with anticipation as the power giants clashed. He almost lost his gusto when two of the mutants seemed to lose their energy in an instant. So this was the power of the Supremes. Eisen watched in horror.
He had to help, but couldn’t risk overextending himself in case things got worse. He knew, knowing his limitations, the best thing he could accomplish should things get any worse, was he could always run away and seek more help.
For now, he readjusted his position in the tree to get a better view of the depowered mutants face to face with angry Godmother.
His primary goal was to freeze any goon who approached to help dispatch the depowered mutants, but they seemed to stay away considering Agatha herself seemed intent to finish the job.
Thus, Eisen waited. Watching as best he could, focusing his mutation to the ground beneath her feet. He waited, knowing that if he could pause her clothing at a decisive moment, it could mean life or death. Protect the weakened mutants from a lethal blow, or even provide just the few moments needed to land a critical blow on the Angry Godmother himself.
This was a defining moment for him, he who called himself, “Pause”.
Posted by Eisen “Pause” on Apr 7, 2023 18:47:18 GMT -6
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Eisen had long gone darted away from the mess that was happening at the Mansion, recognizing that sure close quarters was his forte, but as soon as he was seen, the fight either had to end immediately or he wouldn't be able to keep up his assault. Offense was never his forte. His specialty lay in seizing his foes so that others or he himself could land a lethal blow.
He darted as quick as he could away from the Mansion front, using the trees at the peripheries to maneuver his way to where more action was happening. A gang of mutants were attacking an army of mystics, each robed in wicked glowing armor.
This, Eisen could work with. It had been a while since he got practice with his long range technique-- always looking for an opportunity to stretch the focus of his mutation to the farhest reaches. He had learned that his field of vision often limited the extent of his power, but with a war at their hands, this was no time to play it safe.
He secured himself to a tree, finding a comfortable spot in the branches of one wide enough, should he pass out, his body could lay limp and remain in the tree's crown, hidden from those watching.
Then, he set to work. He focus his soles and the palms of his hand, all at once, and kept his eyes on the battlefield. As the golden soldiers marched onwards, Eisen focused his mutation to extend his spatial lock down the tree, through the ground and a direct line following his line of sight. Then, he focused on the earth beneath the feet of their enemies.
His noticed the grass changing in front of their eyes as well, and decided to follow along the growing field effect spell of sorts, so that his mutation would seem to coincide with this new field spell.
His mutation could travel faster than the grass could spread, however, and so he targeted the soles of mystics would began to turn and run from the effect of the grass. Trip, Trip, Trip One by one, Eisen would essentially lock feet of them one at a time, as if they had stepped on a sticky surface, and with their momentum, causing them to lose balance and fall into the effects of the incoming grass.
Posted by Eisen “Pause” on Mar 4, 2023 15:04:28 GMT -6
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Snow started showing up out of nowhere. People and animals and kids and weapons and chaos and fun were happening all at once. Eisen felt he hit the jackpot on his first visit to the Mansion (though he’s heard about this day from multiple sources). Equipped with his utility belt of spray paints, a communicator and some stun grenades, he frolicked through all the preparations, cheering everyone on. Of course he knew nobody, but morale was something to give freely, no? “Let’s get em folks! No holding back! Either we give it our all or we die trying!”
Eisen knew that there was no turning back now that he was here, so might as well fight. And snack on the beef jerkey he kept in his multi-pocket pants whenever his energy got low. VIVA LA RESISTANCE! He made his way to the roof to get a better view of all the action, and let the wind rustle through his hair.
Posted by Eisen “Pause” on Mar 2, 2023 20:12:38 GMT -6
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The man’s apology made Eisen’s worries all melt away. He was so cute.
“No need to be sorry! Maybe the idea was trash, anyway. Iunno. Besides, I quite enjoyed you swooping in.” Eisen reached forward to place a hand on the man’s shoulder. He didn’t mean it in that sense, but as soon as he felt the sturdiness, he pulled his hand back. Wow.
At the mutant’s question, Eisen looked with puzzled expression. “Come again?” He considered asking him to rephrase his ask, but now it was Eisen’s turn to be speechless. He paused, the gears of his simple mind working. Velocity was speed right, and terminal… like an airport? Protection from… hmm.
The blue of his eyes stared blankly at Tempest’s now no longer inky black spheres.
“You mean does it hurt when I stop quick?” Eisen smiled at him. What an erudite way to phrase a question.
“Sometimes. I have to be really careful. That’s so thoughtful of you to ask!” He grew bashful whenever he thought he didn’t give a proper answer to test questions. That’s why he hated school.
Eisen walked backwards toward’s the roof’s edge in a way that looked like he wasn’t paying attention. The roof had no guard at the edge, just a gentle slope with a concealed gutter system.
He gave the hottie a wink to try and change the subject.
“The name’s Eisen, by the way. What’s yours?” He shrunk a little, also one to be self-conscious when he revealed his true identity. But Eisen wanted to trust this guy. His blue eyes shone like sapphire as he took a seeming perilous step over the edge.
Eisen decided to wait until the two of them landed on the nearby building to answer his question. The swirl of the winds as he was carried and his silence, him leaning into the embrace, ought to be enough of an answer for his emotional state.
As soon as the man hovered over the building, before landing, Eisen hopped out of his arms like a kid off a swingset. He stepped nimbly through the pressurized winds and landed safely on the roof.
Then he stretched. Raising his arms up in the air. Twisting side to side. Bending down to touch his toes. Not minding at all if the guy was staring. He waved his butt in the air for a moment, his Calvin Klein boxers peeking above the rim of his pink camo joggers. His hoodie pulling his shirt downwards to expose the smooth skin of his lower back. Before he popped back up, and breathed a sigh of relief. He had been walking for a while. The feeling of blood flowing through his relaxed muscles a welcome sensation.
Eisen then turned to face the man, with a subdued smile on his face. His eyes taking a moment to scan him in his full beauty, white thin clothes, his expression still an embarrassed and flustered mess.
"Before you caught me, I was trying to jog my brain to figure out what to get my parents for their anniversary. Which is in two days!" Eisen walked over to the edge of the building and stared at the 56 Leonard in the distance, before turning to face the man again.
As if a bird had shat right between his eyebrows, he exclaimed in sheer disappointment. "Shit! I figured it out as I fell, but ugh. You catching me made me forget." Eisen's lip began to pout drastically, as he paced back and forth trying to remember the idea that hit him when he fell.
Then he turned to the dude and looked at him with a pleading expression.
"Maybe if you brought me up and dropped me, I could remember!" He smiled, also thrilled at the prospect of being carried by the man again.
Posted by Eisen “Pause” on Feb 28, 2023 19:26:22 GMT -6
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Eisen failed to blink for a solid minute as the man who held him's face lit up. Pink rushed through the chiseled features of the weather-stirring mutant like a California wildfire. Eisen just stared. The man's lips as he stuttered, the confusion that ran through his eyes -- Eisen didn't know a person could be so mesmerizing. The thought that popped into his mind as he was falling, about the drive-through cinema, flew away like a leaf caught in a heavy gust of wind.
Eisen realized he'd literally been holding onto the moment. Onto the man, their clothes, their altitude, their stasis. Stuck.
"Wow. You're so beautiful. Is this really happening?" Eisen blabbered on, one to always speak his mind even when it wasn't appropriate. Of the words he could pick as well, he was surprised that his heart was beating so hard in his chest. No one. And he meant it. No one had ever swooped him up like this before. Adrenaline rushed through his every being. And for one to be so objectively perfect, too. Eisen was just in awe.
"You're the one making us not fall, silly! I just wanted to get a better look at you since you literally came out of no where." Eisen then let go of his spatial lock on their clothes, blushing himself a little, as he felt this dude's strong arms resume their grip on him. He wanted to stay there, nestled in his grasp, as the wind whipped against their features. Eisen wasn't even thinking about whether he was gonna let him go, or what he ought to do next. The sky was Eisen's comfort zone, and his comfort zone just got even comfier.
He rested his hand on the man's chest and nestled his head against his shoulder. Just the fact that someone else was capable of holding him in his comfort zone for him was enough. He didn't want this moment to end.
Eisen closed his eyes in sheer ecstasy, as the weightless feeling of hurtling down with gravity's embrace was a thrill that never failed to invigorate him. From the thorough tousling of his ginger hair, to the billowing of wind through his funky pink, camo joggers and lime-green Monster hoodie and bleach-white Reeboks. To the temporary goop-like sensation of his insides as the breakfast of his suspended in his stomach cavity fell with him.
Little by little, as he hurtled past the thirty and the twenty-something floors, he'd ease the breaks of his descent, pumping his mutation onto his clothes in frequent, short spurts, such that his descent slowed its pace. Just then, an idea popped into his mind. A romantic showing at a drive through-cinema where he'd dress up as the waiter! That would be so cool and hip and cute!
The words "Eureka!" or some other form of the expression almost dispersed from his lips right before a strong and intense gust of wind hurtled at him from below. He instinctively tensed and caught himself with his spatial lock, his body and legs curved in such a way that the two strong pair of arms that then scooped him up from below found the perfect places to hold the idea-stricken boy.
Eisen's whole body felt an electric like surprise as the warm body of another man's torso pressed against his shoulder as well as the arms supported his back and the folds of his legs. Instead of falling he was lifted back up into the sky, wholly and fully taken aback just like he had been with his earlier idea.
He locked eyes with black pools of intense focus, framed with gorgeous features and topped with the gust-of-air intertwined tenor of a sexy voice.
> “Breathe slowly, focus,” the man who held Eisen close to him began to iterate, which Eisen's freeze-instinct, to allow himself to be caught, made it easier for the fellow mutant to bring Eisen upwards into the air. Yet, as soon as the two came to the height of their trajectory upward, Eisen couldn't help but clench and tighten as his heart stopped and words slipped out of his mouth.
"Damn. You're hot." Eisen pressed his hand against the man's chest, and his mutation slipped, rippling his spatial lock through the entirety of both their clothes. Causing the two of them to stand suspended in the air like that-- one man holding another, and the other staring into the intensity of the other's eyes -- as the world truly seemed to pause for just a moment.
The early morning sun began baking his neck, but Eisen didn't notice. He found himself pacing this morning, counting things with his fingers, tracing his thoughts with the soles of his feet. Up and around the the 56 Leonard, a Jenga-like building that looked about to fall-apart as Eisenhower Brandt-Garcia did just about now. His dad's were about to have their 35th wedding anniversary in two days and he still hadn't figured out what to get them.
"The Grand Canyon's too hot... And they only took polite bites out of that cake I baked them last time. Shit. Shit. Shit." He paced around the building, shoes-spatially locked with every step. His breakfast of four syrup-doused waffles, five sausages, and a half-liter of orange juice churned in his stomach, but it did very little to distract him from the life-or-death scenario of showing up at his Daddy and Papi's house with nothing but a free-hug coupon scribbled on a paper napkin. That only worked once, in seventh grade. Papi liked it so much, he asked if he could renew-it daily. Maybe Eisen could recreate that daily free hug voucher?
As much as it would bother people to see a man climbing on nothing outside their window, a few of them waved at Eisen as he paced by, slowly and surely upwards and around their home on an invisible staircase of his own making. He may have created for himself a reputation as a ginger-haired entity that orbited this establishment every-so often. On the thirty-seventh floor, some kids used to make it a habit to leave a plate of wrapped snacks in their birdfeeder just for him. There was an October and November when his pacing had almost become daily.
Today, those wrapped snacks could wait. He'd been so busy with his night-vigilante life recently and the couple trips to the Emergency Room that he forgot he'd even planned his 56 Leonard pace-around almost a week ago! As he climbed, he would take moments to pause and chill on the 56 Leonard's outcroppings, readjusting his sneakers for no good reason than to distract himself from his awful ideas.
"Why must they be so content with their lives? Ugh." Eisen threw his hands up in the air at one point and allowed himself to fall backwards. From the 47th floor down to whenever the feeling of falling would jog a good idea into his flustered brain.