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 Pharoah Dynasty
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?
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.
Jacob didn’t take her comment too seriously, but he thought that it meant that he was relatively same to assume she had a fair amount of money. That would fall right in line with the ‘mightier than thou’ persona that was shaping around the woman… but he had to push past that… he was able to deal with others that made him mad… and he would do so again. He had to… it was not only in his best interest, but it also would serve as to temper himself and increase his threshold for dealing with people he didn’t care for. Taking in a deep breath very subtly, he exhaled, and prepared to speak as she asked if there was something she could help with.
“Perhaps.” He started with that, and then stood from his position, leaving his books behind but bringing his notebook. He would return the books in a moment, but first, he wanted to see what she thought of his idea. “Long story short, I’m trying to create the next generation style of body armor to protect the wearer. Something that could cover from neck to toe without hindering mobility. I have some basic concepts, but unfortunately the physics of the mesh is still hard to figure out exactly.”
He presented his notebook for her to view. It had 15 pages of notes dealing with a flexible type of Kevlar weaving, mixed with a pattern of almost dragon-scale micro-plating designed to withstand enormous amounts of shock without breaking. There were some detailed schematics of the scales, weaving, and even mounting points for more traditional armor… but he couldn’t get it quite perfect. It was well more advanced than anything the military had today, but then again, he had poured a lot of time, energy and knowledge into this project. His worked showed that he did indeed know what he was doing, but some of the more complex math dealing with the physics of the pattern and the shock limits were off slightly… complex work for Jacob, but Sophia would likely notice.
Jacob noticed that she didn’t take to the compliment in the traditional manner, that being recognizing it and taking it as exactly what it was… a compliment. Instead, she had more of a ‘Wait what?’ look to her, meaning that she wasn’t used to getting compliments… or was very modest… maybe both. Regardless, when he moved on to the car, giving her basics 101, she seemed to grow a little agitated, mentioning that they could move on to the more complicated stuff. Part of him wondered about that, because if she did understand the basics of it, why didn’t she realize what was going on with her car in the first place? This was a very basic and simple problem… but it didn’t matter. He simply nodded, and moved on.
“The damage isn’t bad at all… and I can fix it now, but I have a slight confession to make.” He paused, grabbing the rim of the engine compartment, and his hand taking about a centimeter of texture of the metal and paint along his skin. An audible popping noise, and a metal clank sounded, and he was good to go. “I might have been able to fix your car on the road… and may have wanted to simply get to know you a little better. You still needed to come in, mind you, so I can fill it up with the coolant you needed, but we didn’t need a tow truck. I didn’t know if you were someone I could trust with knowing that I too, was a mutant, at the time.”
It was a lot all at once, but as he said, instead of having to replace the radiator all together, now he simply pulled it off using his ability to repair the small hole. Anything could have caused it, but most kids go for the tires, not a radiator… but it was still possible, he supposed. He turned, grabbing a 5 gallon bucket of coolant and a funnel, and began to fill her radiator.
Jacob noticed that the man had pulled out his phone, but he wondered for a moment what he was doing, but decided he didn’t need to pry too much. He pondered it a moment more, replaying what he said… and realized that he was talking to a civilian that didn’t understand military lingo. EOD, explosive ordinance disposal… simple enough to him, would confuse the crap out of someone who didn’t know anything about the Army. Still, he knew that he had barely given the shallowest glimpse into the true potential of his abilities… and he wasn’t even referring to the mutant ones.
He accepted the food offer rather quickly, leading Jacob to believe that he was hungry, or didn’t want to be ‘rude’, as some people considered it rude to refuse an offering like that. Still, he did watch for a moment as the hand moved towards the sink, and although clumsy, he was impressed by it. “So, when your limbs are detached, they are no longer effected by gravity? Can you change their altitude or anything like that, like flying so to speak?” The man had been hitting him with a lot of questions; it was only fair for him to hit the man with a few of his own.
He did consider what the man said, and he did notice that the mention of the ‘little… incident’ looked to be as though it was a painful memory. He knew too many people with haunting stories and memories with similar reactions not to recognize it almost immediately. Jacob’s microwave powered down, having removed the awful dinging noise, and he popped it open, the smell of the brats wafting into the room. A trio of buns on both plates, and then brats in them, he sealed the container again and set it on the counter so he could simply grab more if he was still hungry. He brought them over, setting the plates on the end table within easy reach, more or less, and moved back to the kitchen real fast, grabbing the ketchup, mustard, and sweet relish in case he wanted them. Jacob himself loved the taste of the bratwursts enough he didn’t need condiments, but who was to say that Harlan didn’t want them.
The second barrage of questions hit as he sat down, which was good, considering that he hadn’t yet taken a bite, and was able to answer. “First off, there are several ways I can simply jam a weapon if there are more than two. I don’t have any size limit that I know of, I have done it with a M1 Abrams. Haven’t tried anything smaller than a pocket watch, and I haven’t had any issues with pain, but I haven’t tested that theory either. I can’t fix or damage anything unless I touch it. And if I have control of something, the operator isn’t going to be able to do anything but sit and watch.”
He decided to through in one more nugget as well. “But to be honest, my best skills came from being in the Army for 8 years, not any mutation.”
Jacob moved quickly and quietly through the various subjects in his mind, pondering the idea of simply of why he was wanting to train her. Perhaps it was because she was a soldier, like himself, and although she had all the arsenal she would ever need if he guessed at her mutation correctly, but not the training to use it to maximum effectiveness. Jacob nodded as she put the one main caution into audible form, realizing that it was likely that she could come into combat with himself. “I realize the possibility… but I know if you know how to use a weapon correctly, it not only becomes stronger, but the wielder becomes more attuned to use it properly. You won’t want to waste your ability on those who don’t matter… and focus more on protecting those who do.”
He paused for a moment, letting that sink in, but decided that he should drive that point home. “The best weapons in the world are designed to protect the people and ideals that we care about, not destroy others.” He then felt it was likely a prudent idea to bring up one last bit, realizing that he had yet to touch on the subject. “By all means, talk to whom you need to. I’m honestly not on any ‘side’ so I hope we don’t meet in combat, but I still wouldn’t hesitate to help you hone whatever your ability is capable of.” That finally being said, he grew silent, allowing her a chance to respond and, should she want to, return to her home here in Sanctuary which they were parked outside of.
Jacob waited patiently as the machine worked it's magic, and took the moment to place his hand on the edge, and check it's performance. He normally liked to do the work himself, but not only was the machine currently running so it couldn't be worked on, but this was too important for his eyes not to be able to see what was happening. He melded his hand to the machine, his skin taking the texture of the machine as well as it's color. Normally, it would only give about a centimeter of his skin the effect, but because of his ability to be in private, as well as the fact that he was focusing his mutant ability as hard as he could on this machine, it took about an inch, making most of his hand metallic and blue.
Everything was working correctly, and the one small part that was not quite tightened all the way from the factory was promptly and firmly tightened with his ability. That affirmed in his mind, he broke contact, which was odd this time... because of the depth of his meld, it felt like his hand was a bit sticky, and didn't want to separate from the metal. That was a little concerning, but nothing too horrible. Still, he made a mental note not to try to meld to that point anymore... he didn't want to wind up getting stuck to something... and he didn't know what would happen if he did. Nor did he want to, to be honest.
Jacob then turned his attention away from the sculptor, he moved over to the components of the SmartLink scope that was going to install into it. He picked up the customized glasses he had ordered... they were very expensive, and actually were capable of projecting an image onto the lens from the inside. It also received the feed wirelessly, and the battery that ran the length of the arms of the glasses that helped keep it on his head would last for an hour of continuous use... more than enough time considering he had applied the settings to only turn on when the video feed was requested using a button on the handgun. He wanted to do something more discreet, but it wasn't possible with the way the technological limitations were set. Maybe if he had a friend who did stuff with advanced electronics, but he didn't have a connection like that yet. Lots of people were considered good acquaintances to Jacob, but that was one field that he hadn't quite tapped anyone in yet.
Jacob could easily see right through the façade of playing like he was taking the consideration seriously… but, to the man’s credit, he wasn’t really trying to lie or play Jacob for a fool, just more or less a running joke. To that extent, the mechanic smirked slightly when he spoke. What he also realized is that he must have really used Jacob’s help in the past. So, he sat back and listened, noting each particular shell in the barrage of questions, and guessed that this conversation was likely to stay in this general line… he would assault with questions, and once they were answered, more would come, until either Jacob got irritated, or the man ran out of questions… and Jacob had a very high tolerance before he got aggravated unless you disrespected him.
“You misunderstand. Unless they’re not using any mechanical function at all, like magnets, I can open any lock… I just can’t guarantee that the alarm system won’t pick it up. I can stop firearms easily, but I can only mess with two objects at a time. Yes I can stop grenades, and I realize the potential in dealing with EOD and the like. But I have dealt with too many explosives in my time… and don’t really like those unless I have to. And yes, I can track anything I can familiarize myself with, particularly if I can meld with it… for up to a mile. I don’t have to in order to track it, but I have tracked people using their cell phones, pocketknives and watches before.”
Now he would wait for the next onslaught of questions, but while he waited, he did move to the kitchen again, pouring himself another glass of milk, and grabbing a tupperware from the fridge as well. Popping the lid to the container, he laid it back on top and placed it into the microwave, the lid staggered so it would keep any mess from his microwave as well as not make it explode from being sealed. He still had line of sight on Harlan, however, and was more than ready to continue the conversation.
“Please, continue… I’m just warming up some Bratwursts I cooked on the grill the other night. You are welcome to have some if you want… there is plenty.” He automatically fished out two plates to put them on once they were done warming back up, one for himself and one for Harlan, just in case he did take him up on his offer.
Jacob was neck deep into these books, and thus far, he had come up with a large amount of bupkiss. A lot of this stuff was based on technology he already knew about… he needed something new, something more up to date. Kevlar plating, coiled plastics… all of this required the bullet to enter the material for the effect to take place. He needed something that was lightweight, could be worn on the body, and could withstand a bullet directly without shredding. He knew he wouldn’t be able to do that against most Armor Peircing rounds… but he also knew he could damn sure try. He knew the technology was out there… but the physics of it were just too complex…
Son of a…
There was someone, sitting not too far from him, who was supposed to be a real egghead when it came to physics… and it was also probably someone who was on his top ten list of people who aggravated the living daylights out of him. She would know how to make his goal a reality… he knew it… but it was likely that he had burned that bridge. But, there was never a bridge too burnt that it could not be reconstructed… and perhaps he could play a certain card with her that he had done with a particular Commander of his to get something done.
But before any of that, he was seriously thinking about shattering the hourglass she had made into a billion pieces… the light from it had been annoying, but it almost seemed like she was purposely trying to piss him off. He wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of knowing that she was working that way, and kept calm and collected… but he did shield his eyes as he looked up from his work. “You know, you could make a killing in windshield repair at my shop if you ever needed some spare cash.”
There it was, the icebreaker, the one statement that both paid her a slight compliment, as well as trying to open her up towards having a nice, polite, intelligent conversation. After all, he needed her help with something, and they had gotten off to a very rough start thus far. He didn’t like her attitude, and that seemed to grate her nerves as well, creating a chain reaction of mutual friction between the two… but the question was, could they set those things aside and work together? Time would tell, but if Jacob was a betting man, and he wasn’t, he would not bank on the idea of Sophia and himself working through this without disrupting the library.
Jacob was the most scary when he started getting utterly quiet and controlled, and he had been described before as having a ‘deathly vibe’ when he got in that mode. He really hoped that Sophia played nice and didn’t bring that out of him… it brought a lot of aggravation simply because of the memories tied to that… all the frustration at not being able to accomplish something that he always fought so hard for. He would be courteous and polite for now, and see how things went.
Jacob nodded, and made a mental note to find out what exactly was happening with Lunch. He was starting to get hungry, and usually what had happened was either something was brought in, or someone went and got something using the store card. Joe came back in with his question, and the larger man laughed a little bit, not in making fun of her, but at the fact that she was so utterly new to the way society worked. Jacob made a note to try to get her to understand how society was working in today’s world. “It don’t quite work like that, darlin’. You have to have a bank account… hell, you can’t even get paid without one, really!” Once again though, Jacob had a solution.
“It’s fine, Joe. Put it under the second guest bank account for the shop, and I’ll transfer the rights over to her tomorrow morning. We will go right when they open so there won’t be any people there, but…” he paused, looking at Regan directly, “you will have to go into a bank and sign some paperwork. I might be able to work it out so we can get a private room, and you can bundle up if you want. I got a few trench coats, if you need.” He was trying to cater to her needs, but ultimately, the direct deposit system with how he paid his employees required a bank account, so that had to happen if she wanted to work here.
But before that could go any further... Jacob moved to the shop door and opened it. “Hey Bobby! What’s for lunch today?” It took a moment and the sound of a roller from under a car could be heard as the older man slid out from under his current project. “That Subway guy is bringing a party platter today. He gave us a great price since you un-totalled his car for less than the insurance company gave him. Big Philly Cheesesteak, Turkey, Ham, you name it.” Jacob smiled, and gave him a quick “thanks!” and let the door shut. Some good Subway sounded awesome. He then returned to Regan, hoping she had used the time to think about what she wanted to do.
He could tell from his very obvious reaction that the man thought he had just found an untapped gold mine, and while he considered himself highly in his adaptability and diversity in his power and skills, he didn’t understand one aspect. Was he trying to hire him? Because that wasn’t going to work so well. Granted, he would help out once in a while, but he was not trying to fall under the man’s wing. He had his own priorities to work out, and nothing was going to stand in the way of the things he needs to get done… But regardless, he would see where this led for now, and address that in a moment.
“To be put simply, if it has moving parts, I can mess with it. I can’t really mess with electronics too much aside cooling fans and such simply because electrical current is not a mechanical physical function… and to be honest…” he paused for a moment, his expression becoming grim for a moment, “my family is none of your concern.” And that was the end of that. He protected his family at all costs, as they were the most important people in the world to him… and he didn’t let anyone he didn’t know VERY well even know their names… this guy wasn’t getting jack nor squat. Regardless, as he recalled what the man said, he addressed another concern of his.
“I will let you know as well, I will not ‘repossess’ from anyone who is less fortunate than myself… regardless of the law.” He let that information sink in… he was in the middle-class of the American ranks of civilian life, but he wouldn’t take from someone who was sitting there struggling to survive regardless if they owed the banks. No one should have their only vehicle taken if they are trying to make payments and using it to get to the job that provides for their families… he knew good guys that had exactly that happen. He had no problem handling the idjits that didn’t pay for things and had mansions, however.
And then, he wanted to address his final, but no less important concern. “Lastly, I am not going to be on your payroll. I don’t mind a one time job here and there, but I have my own business to run and my own taskings to complete… I hope you understand I won’t always be able to help.” That said, he settled back into his chair, and let the man respond.
The juice was a simple enough request, and a tall glass of non-pulp orange juice was given to his guest. Jacob sat, sipped on his milk, and listened to the man explain the situation. It made much more sense now… all the pieces of the puzzle were falling into place, and while it was slightly possible that he was an astoundingly good liar, the chances of that were pretty slim. Jacob could tell someone was lying from a distance, let alone this close. His breathing was regular, his eyes didn’t stutter or shift, and his focus was on him, himself. The man wasn’t lying… most likely… so he decided he could make the small leap of faith and respond in kind.
“Well, that certainly explains a bit more.” He paused for a moment, polishing off his glass of milk and setting it on the end-table that was between the two men, and regarded him evenly. “I certainly can understand you more now… although I am concerned how you were able to easily piece together the idea that I was a mutant in the first place, considering your occupation, that is likely something that you are skilled in. Since you have finally leveled with me, allow me to do that same.” He took a deep breath, relaxing a little bit as he slowly let the breath out, feeling the inner locks on his mind release. “I can do more than I said earlier. I can sense machines from about a mile away… and that includes anything, as you said. For instance, the door has hinges, moving parts, and thus, a machine. But I can also control them at range… for instance, if I wanted, I could start your car… from here… and go do some donuts in the woods. Lastly, I can repair vehicles, but it can wear me out if the damage is too severe.”
All the while, he was watching the man’s reaction… every body movement, expression, and even his breathing pattern was under his scrutiny, to see what Harlan’s response to finding out the information could be.
“I will always stop and help people, and if you’re simply asking for a bit of help in your line of work, I would like to see what you would want me to help with.” He then paused altogether, allowing the man to process the information that he got, and preparing himself for the likely barrage of questions that was likely to ensue.
Jacob chuckled a little bit at Regan’s comment. “I don’t know… might be a side-effect to my mutation. Great with mechanics, horrible with plants.” It was purely a joke, and the grin he had on his face explained that he was just pulling her tail. Jacob then turned his head towards Mariusz who had been silent for a moment. “So, you haven’t really explored that much of the mansion, it seems. What have you been doing while you have been here?” Jacob didn’t know anything about the X-Men, but then again, it wasn’t neither public nor secret, kind of like his own shop. It was something there that wasn’t hidden, but not really talked about much.
None the less, he was curious what a typical day here was like, what they did to earn their keep around the mansion. Regan was a gardener, of sorts, so he guessed that she kept the grounds tidy and the greenery, well… green… but he hadn’t heard of what Mariusz did, aside fly around with a bow and arrow and try to peg people. He made a mental note to keep his upper peripheral vision on point when visiting this place, less he be descended on by the flying mutant.
Jacob listened to the woman, and instinctively reached into his outside pocket on his jacket and pulled out his simple Nokia flip-phone. Nothing fancy, just enough to send and receive calls and texts, and he presented it to her without hesitation. He certainly could drive the woman’s car behind his own and get her where she was going, but then the driver would be stranded, and likely, out of a job. Considering the amount of money being offered, she was in any short supply of funding, but Jacob couldn’t do something like that. “No no, Ma’am… it’s fine. Free of charge this time.” He paused for a moment, realizing he had never introduced himself.
He presented a hand inside the vehicle, guessing sunlight wasn’t her friend, in an offer to shake her own. “My name is Jacob Corbulo, it’s nice to meet you.” The handshake gesture had been getting mixed reviews lately, with the combination of mutants that had something happen when you touched their skin and the fact that some people just plain didn’t like to shake hands. Still, it was a sign of respect, and Jacob would at least try with anyone he met, regardless of the situation. If she didn’t, or did, either way was fine… but he would give her a moment now to contact her driver so they could be on their way.
Jacob was a man on a mission. He had recently had a run in with a group of ‘gangsters’ if you wanted to call them that, and he had realized that his ability was not going to be able to protect him in situations like that every time. If he was going to be ready for anything, and he prided himself on that, he was going to need to figure out how to make his own body armor. But if he did that, he was going to do it right… and do it himself. Vests and things like that were great, but they were cumbersome, heavy, and required a great deal in order to get them on quickly. He needed something that could protect him that he could wear underneath his clothing… and would keep people from shooting him.
His run in had him staring down three barrels, after saving a pair of mutants that didn’t want to join their ‘gang’… the only thing that kept him from dying was the fact that he could sense that one of the guns didn’t have any ammunition, and he had managed to keep the other two from firing with his ability. His stride, as ever, was fast, heavy, and with a purpose, but still oddly more quiet than most, a skill that he had learned during his time in his Armor unit. He could be utterly silent if he wanted, but he wasn’t about stealth today, he was about speed and power. His pursuit of knowledge on this front had brought him to the mansion, but seeing that most of the faculty he would want to ask was busy, he instead opted to see if there was any good reading material in the library that he could reference.
He was holding a large green hardback notebook in his right hand, for taking notes in, as he entered the library. He had mostly used his ability to find it, after all, the very walls of the places he was in seemed to radiate with hidden functionality. The grouping of the computers, large room, and the fact that there were several areas of the large room completely vacant of mechanical objects had tipped him off, and his guess had paid off. Now that he was here, he could sit down and relax, and try to find a good book on the subject he needed.
Unfortunately, though, he did happen to see one of the few people who grated on his nerves more than most… Sophia Stratford… the ‘mightier than thou’ little girl that he had the distinct displeasure of introducing to the mansion. He tried to pass her by without recognizing her existence, but she spoke, and that forced his hand. He didn’t however, slow his stride, his eyes locked onto the signs categorizing the books. “Good morning to you too, Ma’am.” His tone was even, collected, and utterly cold… and he moved passed her without a second thought. He finally found the area he was looking for, and spotted a book called ‘Warfare Equipment and Weaponry’, and grabbed it, as well as a couple of other similar books regarding the equipment that many of the armed forces today were using and the theories behind them.
Bringing to the furthest table he could from Sophia, but sadly still in her line of sight, he laid his own notebook down, and a pencil and pen, and began with the first book, looking through the contents until he found the section pertaining to body armor, and began to read.
Jacob realized he was still being too aggressive, and tried to slow his approach to the woman, in an attempt to make things more comfortable. He listened to her speak, and nodded in agreement. When she mentioned ‘healers’ however, it made him ponder that for a moment. “Healers? Is it a clinic with someone with the ability to heal?” He had said this one with much less tone in his voice that yelled ‘curious’ and much more ‘subtlety’… hopefully that helped. Jacob pondered things for a moment, and instead of asking more questions, perhaps it was his turn to offer some information.
“My ability is to control mechanical things… I can sense them, repair them, and control them with it. If your clinic ever needs someone who can fix a machine, I’m more than willing to help someone who is trying to save lives and heal the injured.” With that, he reached into his jacket and fished out his business card. Nothing fancy, just his name and some information about his shop on it, and presented it to the young woman in the hopes that she would consider his offer, and perhaps take him up on his offer should the needs arise.
Jacob didn’t take any offense once she explained that she was already quite full… and although it did strike him as odd at first when she mentioned she had eaten some deer, she did realize that it made sense, after all. Still, she looked rather slim considering she had eaten at least one whole deer that day. There was a lot of meat on that animal, but that could be another part of her mutation. He chuckled lightly at her little joke about her belly keeping her from running. “Well, you have a very fit figure, so I don’t think that will be an issue for you.” A compliment and a fact rolled into one. He then re-sealed the jerky after grabbing a small handful, and put it away.
He was a little disappointed now, having demonstrated his powers and rolling the car into the bay without touching either the door controls or the car itself, having controlled it with his ability much like a kid with a little RC Car with the precision of a scalpel. He liked being able to share his secret, largely with other mutants, and after learning about her incredible ability, he wanted to show off a little bit, but she didn’t even seem to notice. He didn’t let that disappointment show, mind you, but it was something that made him mentally sigh. He quickly refocused on the car instead of dwelling on it though.
The lighting in the shop was pretty good, but it got dark under these hoods, and Jacob grabbed a hanging lamp, which was nothing but a LED light inside a metal frame with a hook, and hooked it to a notch in the hood itself, illuminating the engine compartment. Normally, it would take a while for the fluid to cool down, as it built in pressure as it got hot, but again Jacob grabbed the frame of the car, a centimeter of his skin gaining the color and texture of the part he was grabbing, and he used his ability to cool it down supernaturally fast. “First off, before you ever start your car, you should always check your oil,” he paused for a moment, pointing at the oil dipstick, “and your coolant.” He reached down and grabbed the cap to the radiator, twisting it off with practiced ease.
“You never want to do this after the car has just been running, because your coolant gets hot and builds up pressure. Normally this cap would sear your skin if you weren’t careful, and the fluid would nearly explode out of the opening, but I cooled it down, so no issues this time. I already sealed the hole from the radiator where the coolant was leaking, but you could have probably spotted it if you checked under your truck wherever it was parked.” This was usually true. On occasion, something could happen in transit, but the radiator was usually protected. Perhaps something happened when she was hunting.
