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.
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The day had already started pretty irritating for the grizzly police detective, Jorge Cervantes. First his alarm, one of those old wind up ones with the analog face and the bells on the side finally decided to give up on him in the middle of the night, thus, did not wake him up in time. He had forgotten to buy new razors for his shaver and ended up almost fainting from blood loss, and lastly, Lizzie, his sweet angel of a dog, who must’ve been upset with him for some reason, had found his most comfortable pair of work shoes and chewed the hell out of them…which is why he now wore the ones that pinched his toes.
Jorge sighed as he pulled his car into the parking lot of his precinct and climbed out, “God, what else can happen today?”
Jorge leapt out of his vehicle, slammed the car door shut and made his way into the precinct. He knew he was at least thirty minutes late, but he was not in the mood to hear it from anyone. As he stormed into the building, he was immediately met with the friendly face of one of the operators behind a desk who popped up from behind her desk.
“Joooorrrrgee?” she announced in her particularly high, squeaky voice.
Jorge cringed at the sound, like nails on a chalkboard, “What?!”
She jumped and immediately shrank down behind her desk. “Um, just wanted to let you know that someone accidently spilled some coffee on your desk this morning, but it’s being cleaned up!”
“Perfect.”
Jorge stormed past her and headed directly for the MRC Division offices. As he strode down the hall, past the wanted and lost posters of mutants, each step almost sounded like a growl as he did not lock eyes with anyone. He was tired, hungry, foot pained…all he wanted was coffee. Once in the offices, he spied that most of the things on his desk had been removed, others were drying, but there was the distinct smell of coffee in the air. And it was ALL coming off of his desk.
“Morning Jorge,” one of the officers announced when he walked in.
“What’s so good about it?” Jorge asked as he tossed his coat over the back of his chair.
“Jeez, Cervantes,” another officer muttered as he sat down at his desk next to Jorge’s. “You look like hell. You get in a fight with a weed whacker?”
“Don’t start with me Clemens,” Jorge warned as he headed towards the back desk that had the coffee pot as well as the standard pink box of doughnuts. “I’m starving and tired…all I want is coffee and a doughn-“ He paused as he stood at the back table, pulled out the coffee pot and realized it was empty. Next he tipped over the empty doughnut box and hung his head. “Really, guys?”
Another cop smirked as he took the last bite of a jelly doughnut. “Shoulda been here half-an-hour ago.”
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Sept 30, 2010 22:05:03 GMT -6
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Andrew walked down the street with paper sack in one hand and a carrier with two cups of coffee in the other. Since he'd already seen to thanking Kealey and quizzing her over her being there he'd decided to do something for the cop that had dragged him back in the window. Detective Cervantes was the name he remembered. It had taken a couple of phone calls and one overly perky phone operator to find out where he needed to go but he had done so. After that he'd gathered up some ingredients and got baking.
The results of that baking session were in the paper sack. It was a mix of cookies (chocolate chip since most everyone likes them), brownies (standard chocolate), and cinnamon rolls with icing. Hopefully the detective would like them. Cops liked baked stuff right? After all they supposedly scarfed down doughnuts all the time. Alright so Andrew knew next to nothing about actual cops. He'd never had anything to do with them before the whole Mittens incident.
The building was after came up on the right and Andrew entered. He had to explain his errand to the woman at the front desk but eventually they let him back into the squad room. Oh boy the place was packed. Now he was nervous. Andrew scanned the room and picked out the officer responsible for his continued breathing and slowly made his way up to his desk, ignoring the questioning looks he got from the other officers in the room.
"Um, hello Detective Cervantes. You may not remember me but you saved my life the other day with that Mittens character and I just wanted to say thanks."
He probably couldn't have sounded any meeker if he tried. Andrew waited, coffee and paper bag in hand for the rough looking detective to acknowledge him.
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Stimulating hot beverage drink gone…Sugar rush inducing fried pastries gone…Jorge felt the dread that every man felt when he realized his usually dependable legal stimulants were nowhere to be found. Sure he could go and MAKE another cup of coffee, but he would need the rush now just to make the coffee to begin with. And if he had that much energy, why would he make more anyway? These thoughts swirled through his head as he stared at the measly drops of brown liquid at the bottom of the pot and sighed a bit in disbelief before he replaced it into the machine.
He was about to turn and snap at the officer who had given him the sharp comment, but as he turned and had his mouth half open, another voice cut through his already squishy, tired brain matter.
>> "Um, hello Detective Cervantes. You may not remember me but you saved my life the other day with that Mittens character and I just wanted to say thanks."
The voice was meek at best. For a second, Jorge considered looking at the floor to see if a mouse suddenly gained the ability of speech and was trying to taken him for something, but as he turned, he noted the kid there. It took a moment for him to recognize the kid. He did look familiar but unfortunately he tended to be bad with faces, unless they were part of a case and he scrutinized their image for hours upon hours. But this was different, he had saved this kid’s life. Then, like a flash it struck him.
Mittens! The kid he had dangling out the window by the head!
As the cloud lifted, something like a smile appeared briefly on his lips as he tried to ignore the stimulant starved brain that screamed inside of his skull. He had gotten these types of visits before and while he did not always care for the attention, mainly because he was just doing his job, he had to admit that they felt good. Not because they boosted his ego or anything, but because he was glad these people got out of these situations okay and not completely mentally scarred.
He sighed and nodded again with a smile towards the kid. “No problem kid, I was doing my job.. I’m just glad that you’re doing good.”
He noted the coffee and the paper bag and wondered if the kid had some friend on the force he was delivering stuff too or he was on his way somewhere and simply decided to drop by. Either way, as he watched the kid, he noted that he did not leave, which only prevented him from making the coffee he desperately needed right now.
“Um, you okay?” He asked patiently as he tried to gauge the nervous kid. What could he be nervous about? “Is there something else you need?”
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Why was this like trying to talk to your teacher about how you weren't paying attention in class because you were too busy noticing that the girl you'd been having classes with for years was in fact a girl? Oh right, because this guy had legal authority. He was just a guy, albeit a bit older than Andrew, but he was still an officer of the law and that made this ten times harder than it actually needed to be. He took a deep breath an held out the paper bag and the coffee carrier to the detective.
"Well I kinda figured I ought to do something in return. It's not much but coffee and snacks is the best I can manage."
Now that wasn't so hard. Never mind that the other cops were still there and Andrew was hyper aware of that. Never mind that the detective could claim sugar and coffee allergies and dump his gifts in the trash. Never mind that most of these thoughts were incredibly silly and he needed to stop thinking them right now. But he was sure those other cops were staring. Probably sizing up the stupid college kid who decided to be nice to the cop that saved his butt.
Since both his hands were full with the extended gifts he couldn't exactly fidget with those. However that didn't stop him from nervously bouncing one foot. Had he remembered to wear his glove? Sveta's promise mark was still there so he'd better have remembered it. Andrew's eyes darted to his left hand. Yes, he was wearing his glove. Honestly if his brain had been working he wouldn't have had to look. Didn't need the nice detective thinking he was some standard tattooed punk. Yeah maybe he dyed his hair impossible colors, blue with a couple of green streaks today, and wore gloves most of the time. His fashion choices aside, Andrew wasn't a punk. Though he likely looked like one to the room full of cops that wouldn't quit staring!
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>> "Well I kinda figured I ought to do something in return. It's not much but coffee and snacks is the best I can manage."
Alleluia! Alleluia!! Alleluiaaaaaa!!!
The sight of the coffee and the bag of snacks, which smelled suspiciously like baked goods, immediately pulled Jorge through the haze that encompassed his mind. It seemed almost as if the kid, who looked a little out of place with his dyed hair and gloves (let’s face it, most of those types were in cells), were simply a gift from Heaven. It was as if God had realized what Jorge’s predicament was going to be like and sent him this college kid laden with gifts of a sweet and stimulating nature.
Then from out of the corner of his eye, in the direction of the other officers who were staring in surprise and amusement, they began to whisper and comment among each other, but knew to be loud enough for Jorge and the kid to hear.
“Looks like Cervantes got himself a groupie,” Clemen’s mumbled with snarky voice.
Evans, another of the cops, chuckled and tried to hide his whisper but immediately failed. “Did Jorge save some Alternative Bakery or something?”
“Nah, it seems more like-“ another started but Jorge was quick to interrupt them.
Jorge and turned hard and glared at each of the cops who were snickering or trying to make fun. One look from his eyes though immediately silenced them. The detective, though easy going at times, did have a reputation when he was irritated to be rolling boulder. You don’t want to make him angry and get in his way because he will mow you down without even a glance back over his shoulder or a peek to see if any bit of the person were left under his dark colored shoes. The cops knew this and immediately turned away and began to whistle amongst themselves and turn away from his glare.
Once the detective had finally turned his gaze away, he returned his attention to the college kid and gave him a friendly smile in return. “It really was no trouble, kid. And I thank you for taking the time to…you know…say thank you,” he said with all seriousness. He noted then that with the cops around he must be nervous so he suddenly clapped him hard on the shoulder and steered him towards the exit. “Come on, we can take this outside,” he stated as he shot another glance over to the snickering cops.
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Glaring was something Andrew only did when he was putting on an act to keep people away. Anyone with any ability to read people could tell that there was no force behind it when that was what he used it for. The verbal barbs that the detective's coworkers were cruel enough to sling did sting. Enough that the glare he turned on them was a real glare, full of anger that Andrew mostly kept pent up. There was quite a lot of it there. Always the quiet ones they say.
And they got angry when someone attacked a cop. Detective Cervantes was a good example of why not all of them were bad but his coworkers...well Andrew wouldn't haul them away from a burning wreck.
However the detective beat him out with his glare. Once the snickering idiots were silenced the detective thanked him for his thanks. Andrew turned back to the detective and managed a smile.
"It maybe your job but you don't have to do it so..."
Andrew gave a shrug and the man's hand landed on one of his shoulders, steering him toward the exit. Good, he'd be glad to get away from the other officers anyway.
"Sounds good."
Andrew wanted very badly to say something cutting about how the scenery in the squad room could use some improvement or that the cockroaches were getting noisy again but Detective Cervantes might not like that so he stayed quiet.
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“By the way, Clemens. The chief came by earlier and said he needed volunteers for the next two weekends to work the Grade School Career conventions. Unfortunately I can’t so I volunteered your name to him,” Jorge smirked as he turned away from them. “Just letting you know in case he comes by.”
Jorge knew the color drained from Clemens face, but instead of reveling in that thought, Jorge continued to lead the kid out of the station. I was not that he were trying to get rid of him, simply that he wanted him to not be in the firing range anymore of a bunch of over confident cops who are always looking for something to gossip or have fun about. With this in mind, he carefully escorted the kid outside, back into the bright morning light of the sunbathed, New York City, and grinned at him as he pointed out a couple of benches in front of the building for them to sit on.
Once the kid sat, Jorge took the much needed restful seat next to him and took one of the cups of the coffee he had brought. He was very thankful for the roasted smell and when he opened it, he noted that the bitter, almost black liquid that swished inside of his mug and immediately began to feel himself wake up. After a nice inhale of the coffee, he replaced the mug and took a sip of the black coffee.
Ahhh, hot and bitter…just how I like it… he thought as he turned his attention back the boy.
He did not know anything about the kid, but he knew that those cops back there were being jerks. They immediately “attacked” someone they felt was different or weak. He would take care of them later but for now, Jorge could only happily drink his coffee under the morning sun as he kept his eyes on this bringer of sustenance. Though he did not mean to unnerve the boy by staring, unfortunately it was a habit of Jorge’s. He noted what he could about his face, his nervous face twitches and the shift in his eyes. He obviously had a problem with being stared at. It was then that Jorge smirked as clapped him again on the shoulder.
“Thank you for the coffee. You saved my life this time,” he said half jokingly, but still meant every word.
He then eyed the bag of ‘snacks’ the college kid handed out to him. After he took it in hand, Jorge opened it and was immediately assaulted by the wondrous smell of fresh baked goods. Cookies, Brownies, even Cinnamon Rolls! Who doesn’t love these things? He slowly and respectfully pulled a cinnamon roll from the bag and inhaled its sweet aroma. And then, very carefully he took a bite and the taste was even better. His whole body felt awake again as h e sipped his coffee and took another full bite of the roll. The pastry would not last long.
He raised a brow to the kid and smiled after he swallowed his last bite. “You really have a talent for this. I can’t thank you enough,” he said as he finished off the roll. Afterward he relaxed back on the bench and regarded the kid closely. “Excuse me, I don’t mean to stare, especially after you’ve done such a nice thing for me. How are you doing? You don’t have to worry about Mittens. He is still safely behind bars. He won’t be going anywhere,” he said sincerely as he offered the open bag back the kid so he could help himself. After all, he did bake all of these.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 1, 2010 12:04:06 GMT -6
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Detective Cervantes apparently could not resist a parting shot to Clemens, whoever that was. It made Andrew grin wickedly for a moment or two. He could get to like this cop. They went outside the station and sat on the bench out front. It was good to be out of there. Annoying people aside the entire building made him nervous. Probably because the only time your average person went there was for something bad. Either they'd been implicated in a crime or were witness to a crime.
The detective apparently had needed the caffeine because he looked at that coffee as he lifted it out of the carrier as though it was the nectar of the gods. Come to think of it the guy did look a little haggard. Probably had a bad morning.
"Least I can do. I'm rather attached to breathing you know. It would have been pretty hard to do that if Mittens had pulped me or succeeded in staining the pavement with me."
The man took a bite out of one of the cinnamon rolls. It appeared he liked them. Good. Andrew saw no point in trying to persuade the cop that he hadn't baked them. He had and since they were no longer within the clutches of that circle of...did harpies come in male? Andrew didn't think so but that would work well for them anyway. Since they were no longer within the clutches of that circle of harpies Andrew was quite willing to admit that he'd baked them to a stranger that had saved his life.
"I'm used to stares. People who dye their hair and expect to not be stared at are deluding themselves."
Andrew gave a shudder at the thought of Mittens. If he never met that smelly handed ogre again it would be too soon. Though if he did meet him again he'd love show him exactly what he thought of him. He entertained a few sadistic thoughts before responding to the detective.
"Good."
When the detective offer his own handiwork back to him Andrew just raised a brow and pushed the bag back toward the other man.
"You look like you could use the sugar worse than I do. I'm Andrew by the way."
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>> "You look like you could use the sugar worse than I do.”
“You’ve no idea,” he said with a smirk as he finished the first cinnamon roll with a big bite.
He did not waste time in waiting and immediately reached in and pulled out a chocolate chip cookie, which he immediately took a big bite out of. A satisfied sigh of contentment fluttered out from between the bites and he had to admit that he probably looked quite the sight. Here was this college kid, whose life he saved, who had brought him a plethora of baked goods and Jorge had immediately dug in without even considering that maybe they could be poisoned or laced with a powerful sedative or something.
…
Naaah, Jorge dismissed his thought inwardly and could only chuckle. The kid was nervous, not diabolical.
>> I'm Andrew by the way."
The detective nodded as he brushed the few crumbs that were on his hand onto the side of his slacks and reached over to take Andrew’s hand firmly for a shake.
“Jorge Cervantes, as obviously, you already know,” he laughed. Obviously the kid did know his name because he was able to find him. “It’s good to meet you.”
He sighed as he finished his cookie and relaxed back against the bench and simply people watched. He was happy to have the time to gather his wits for the coming day. It started off so bad, but Andrew had managed to bring him the one thing that could calm him down and bring everything in perspective…coffee. The detective sighed briefly as he took another sip of the hot beverage and glanced once more to the kid. He was surprised. He had never met a young adult like Andrew before. Most he ran into were smart mouthed, uncaring, or broke into his house to stuff his face (Carry). But this kid was different, just maybe a little too tightly wound.
“Listen kid, I want to let you know I’m sorry you had to go through something like that with Mittens,” Jorge said as he set the bag of treats down between them. “I can’t imagine what that must have been like for you. And my job is to make sure it does not get that far…but it did. I should not have taken that shot, if I hadn’t, he might not have been so desperate to grab you. For that I am sorry. I’m just glad I was able to get to the window in time.” Jorge was sincere as he spoke. He had only hoped the kid would not walk away with any permanent scars from the experience.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 2, 2010 18:12:45 GMT -6
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Now he was glad he'd done this. Jorge seemed like he really appreciated the sugar and caffeine. Andrew hadn't been too sure. Baking for Kealey was one thing because she was a good friend. Baking for a stranger was something else altogether. Nevertheless it seemed to have turned out well. Andrew shook Jorge's hand when it was offered. The detective then apologized for letting the thing with Mittens happen in the first place.
"It's alright. We're all alive and relatively unscathed so there's no point in apologizing for it."
Andrew paused and thought back to that brief moment when he'd been dropping through the air on a crash course with the man made surface slapped over top of mother earth. He shuddered just thinking about it. His mind turned then to what he'd seen of the detective during the whole thing.
"You can control water right?"
He remembered seeing some water hit Mittens shortly before the criminal had grabbed him. It had done so seemingly at the cop's command. Maybe the question was a bit abrupt but it had simply occurred to Andrew that he didn't know for certain. It was a pretty cool power to have, in Andrew's opinion. Better than his lame mutation anyway.
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>> "You can control water right?"
Indeed Jorge had done that with the water. It really was not that big of a secret for the police department, that was actually why he was hired for the MRC, despite his long standing background as an officer. Sometimes citizens who found out, thought it was a little odd since most of their experience with mutants had been either the villainous or the costume variety, not a badge wearing police officer. But Jorge was honest whenever the question was brought up. Though he did try to keep these types of things on the down low, because of his history, he had begun to learn more and more that it was okay to be a mutant. And sometimes it was just better to admit it.
Jorge sighed as he turned back to the kid and nodded to confirm that he had done that.
“Yeah, I can move water,” Jorge said as he took a careful sip of his coffee. “Truth is I was just using it for a distraction. I needed to get his attention because it looked like he was going to pummel you. I needed him focused on me.”
It was the truth, what he said. He simply was trying to get Mitten’s attention for fear of watching the kid get squished thanks it his massive hands. But things had not gone exactly as he planned. Normally in these situations, Jorge would have created a sphere of water to encase Mitten’s head in, essentially drowning him on his feet to the point of passing out. But that would not have worked in that situation.
“Unfortunately, kid, the thing I normally do in those types of situations wouldn’t have worked. There was not enough water in the vase I found and the it would have taken too long to pull the water from the pipes that were around us,” he explained as he shifted to a more comfortable position in his seat. He noted the odd look on the kid’s face and shrugged. “Because of my mutation, I can feel whenever there is water near me. Like….” he pointed to the grassy area behind their bench. “There’s a water sprinkler there and…in about twenty seconds it’s going to go off. I can already feel the water surging through the pipes under the soil.”
Twenty-two seconds later…the sprinkler sprang to life and started to spurt water across the bed of grass that ran along the edge of the building.
Jorge smirked and shook his head. “Well, give or take a second or two.”
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Andrew gave Jorge a grin. So he was a couple of seconds off. That was still better than Andrew's own ability. Surely he could trust a cop with it right? Especially one like Jorge. Those other cops in the precinct no. This guy sure. He pushed down any rising panic before he responded.
"That's pretty cool. Better than my mutation anyway."
Yeah, he'd just come right out and said it. Surprisingly the only reaction he had was a slight case of nervousness. Andrew was getting better at this. It wasn't so terrifying anymore to tell people about himself. Sure he still freaked out when anyone mentioned the word promise in conjunction with his name but it was getting better bit by bit. Andrew put it down to the fact that he'd ended up telling so many people about it recently without any ill effect.
"I make promises. If I don't keep them I get hurt. There's a bit more to it than that but that's the gist of it. Well that and I get what amounts to a tattoo with each promise."
Andrew pulled off the glove on his left hand to show Jorge the mark around his wrist. A minute later he pulled it back on. No point in exposing it to the rest of New York City for too long. He'd meant it when he made that promise to Sveta and so far he hadn't broken it. Andrew wouldn't tell Jorge about that promise. He just didn't want to. Andrew knew by now that that was just the effect of the promise on him but still.
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>> "That's pretty cool. Better than my mutation anyway."
Jorge smirked as the kid seemed to suddenly announce his like for his abilities, but then went on to pretty much reveal that he too was a mutant. For a moment Jorge did not say anything, and merely let the air between them catch what they had just finished saying. Jorge had revealed some key aspects about his mutation to a stranger, but he did pride himself in his ability to read people. So far the kid did seem trustworthy, then again he usually felt that way about anyone who brought him baked goods. But in all honesty the kid did not seem some destructive super villain. Maybe he just wanted to talk to someone he could trust too.
>> "I make promises. If I don't keep them I get hurt. There's a bit more to it than that but that's the gist of it. Well that and I get what amounts to a tattoo with each promise."
A Promise-keeper? Jorge thought as he nodded his head and listened intently to everything Andrew had told him.
Jorge was unsure of what to think about that ability. It seemed more like a fairytale curse than a mutant ability. Then again, he knew that when it came to mutants, things were not always fair. Some were gifted with the most amazing abilities that could aid or destroy mankind…while others were cursed with something that was completely beyond their control. He knew that those existed. Many times in Miami, he would answer calls in which a mutant lost control or could never control their abilities. They were pretty sights and they often left the person shattered and depressed.
A small frown appeared on his lips when he glanced down and saw the tattoo on the kid’s wrist. Already he had made a promise to someone so he wondered what it was. Was it something bad? Or did someone just make him promise to take care of himself? He did not know and he was not going to pry.
Jorge nodded as Andrew replaced the glove onto his hand. “I’m sorry Andrew. That seems like an incredible burden to have to live with.” He thought for a moment before he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. To Andrew it must have seemed like the detective was about to give him a hand out, but instead, Jorge pulled out a small business card and handed it over to him. “Here, this has my direct number for here in the precinct. You need help, you can call me any time.”
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"Don't be sorry. There is nothing you can do about it and I've been living with it for four years now. It sucks but I'm used to it.
Ah the old pity routine. It wasn't very surprising. People just didn't like to imagine living with his mutation. It wasn't easy but here lately, thanks mostly to Kealey hauling him to the mansion, it had gotten pretty tolerable. Andrew gave a soft sort of smile. Already he was getting pretty fond of the place and the people. That would have been a surprise a few months ago. He took the card offered to him with a look of surprise. Andrew had come to expect pity when he told people. He'd also learned to expect understanding from the people at the mansion. However he hadn't expected Jorge to actually give enough of a darn about him to do that.
"That's...thanks a lot."
Andrew paused for a moment just because he didn't know what to say.
"But ya know, it's not so bad these days. I've got some friends and a job lined up to help pay the college fees."
The statement was made in an incredulous tone of voice. Andrew still couldn't really believe it had all happened to him.
"Though next time I get trounced in an alley I'll give you a call."
Knowing Andrew's luck there would be a next time. He just had bad luck. Either that or he attracted thugs and miscreants. Maybe it was both? Oh who knew. Either way he'd be finding a way to protect himself sometime soon.
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>> "Though next time I get trounced in an alley I'll give you a call."
“You’d be surprised how many times that’s the exact kind of call I get,” Jorge smirked before he broke into a good natured laugh.
Yes the detective was an intimidating sorry of man, but the truth was, when someone managed to actually prove their worth giving a darn about, he tended to. He was not some monster who was going to go about biting people’s heads off for absolutely no reason. Reason, logic, understanding, these are all things that Jorge attempted his best of embody because in this day and age, few people actually did care anymore. Yes there were those who said they did, but how many were doing it out of true and good intentions, rather than simply trying to impress someone else?
So…Jorge made a new friend. Yes the kid was in his twenties and it seemed like these days those were the only age group of people he was meeting, but allies were allies. He did come to New York to make a difference, to help people, and he liked to think that that was exactly what he was doing.
Jorge thought back to the kid’s statement about the next time he got trounced. It made him curious if the kid actually knew how to defend himself. Not that he condoned people running around, beating each other up and not calling the cops, but everyone should have some kind of basic training in case they did not know how to. New York, from his experience so far, could be very dangerous. He knew that first hand from his time with characters like Meld, Mittens, and the various other human and mutant lowlifes who could be around some dark alley.
“Hey, Andrew,” Jorge said as he spoke matter of factly, “I’m just curious…do you know…how to defend yourself? I don’t mean with a gun or anything, by the way, that is illegal, but I mean with your dukes?” he asked as he placed his fists up to mimic a boxing position. “I don’t mean to pry.”