The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
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Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
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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Cafas, as a responsible member of the X-trainees, felt it was his duty to help out those in need, so long as it included something fun. This classified. One home, plus three occupants, destroyed by on very large concussive wave. It seemed to have come from above, given the flat nature of the house, and the destruction patterns of the surrounding houses. Police were not yet on the scene. Media were though. He'd gotten there just after them. His pretty X-man badge was very helpful in establishing a perimeter and his X-communicator was very good for calling police. Holding the line until their arrival hadn’t been too bad once he had established that anyone stepping over the line designated would be officially within the crime scene and a prime suspect. Not even the media vultures wanted to risk that one.
Ah, job satisfaction.
The police had arrived, taped off the area, and called in, if he wasn't mistaken, the mutant squad. Although the officer in question hadn't been so polite in his language. After the police had established that he was in fact an X, even if he was an X trainee, they had reluctantly allowed him to stay. The word, he believed, they had used, was back up. Well, fighting was his specialty. Although not officially on a mission for the X-s Cafas felt obliged to help the police out. Mutant squad were on their way, and the remaining police were staying well clear of the destroyed area, but for the couple in Hazmat suits, just in case. "I'm fairly sure we're looking at a concussive force, positioned away from the person, otherwise they have a sweet jump on them, which again is possible given the nature of their power. Given the destruction and taking it as a maximum then you're looking at a medium power level." Questioning was fun. He hoped the mutant squad were less... Jerkish.
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”10-39, destroyed building. Possible mutant involvement. MRC respond….”
Jorge snatched up his radio and answered back to the dispatch on his radio. “10-4, MRC responding…”
The detective was doing patrol, one of the better ideas of the chief. He had just received a rather puzzling case about a young woman who had been found dead. So far there did not seem to be a struggle and there was no sign as to the cause of death at the scene. Toxicology would get back to him if anything had been in her bloodstream. But for now, Jorge put that case in the back of his mind and responded to the new emergency at hand.
He drove to the address in question, following the flashing of the emergency lights and the bustling people from across the street watching the scene with extreme interest. He shook his head at the rubberneckers, but as soon as he turned the corner, he could see why they stared. One house seemed like it was completely leveled to the ground while a those around it also suffered from some of…well…whatever caused it. Jorge was not surprised that the MRC was called in for this. It looked as if a mini-earthquake had hit that one area under that one particular house, which really was impossible unless a mutant was involved.
The detective drove up to the throng of already situated emergency vehicles and he climbed out. The bustle of the scene was loud. People were running back and forth, trying to sort out the mess, look for bodies, see if anyone else was injured, etc, etc. An officer came up to try and shoo him away, but Jorge was quick to flash his badge and was allowed entrance to the scene. A cough hacked at his throat as he waved away a still drifting cloud of dust and stepped out of it. He doubted he would ever get used to the smell of rubble.
“Officer,” he addressed the nearest authority figure. “Any other information?”
The officer sighed as he offered the detective a copy of his notes. “The building his pretty much leveled sir. Surrounding houses sustained damage. Don’t know how but the media got here quicker than we could…and there is an X-Man on scene?”
Jorge nodded as he looked over the notes. “Good, it’s best I talk with them. Where are they?”
The officer sighed as he nodded off to the side. Jorge turned to look and immediately froze in place as he stared at the figure…with pink hair. He was going to comment, but he simply shook his head. It took all kinds, he had to guess. Besides, Andrew dyed his hair too. Seemed like the popular thing. With a shrug, Jorge made his way over to the X-Man and cleared his throat to get his attention.
“I take it you’re one of the X-men?” he asked as he held out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Detective Jorge Cervantes, MRC.”
Cafas felt the tell tale signs of a puzzled look cast his way. He was far too used to it for it to matter. at least his eyes were a natural colour today, calm and blue, though if they kept questioning him about the X-men that might change rapidly. Someone cleared their throat next to him. It was not subtle, but the Aussie didn't mind, subtlety was for insults and flirting. Cafas turned to look at the throat clearer. Obvious question and introduction were put forward. Cafas responded to both at once. "G'day, name's Cafas 'Alchemist' Johnson, X trainee." Cafas took the offered hand and shook firmly, but shortly, this was business after all. He looked back to the scene for a second. Water was finally leaking from the broken fixtures out of the houses. Apparently the water was yet to be shut off. "So you're part of the mutant squad I've been informed is arriving? Fair call on their part. As I said to the officer before, we're dealing with a medium strength mutant with some form of concussion production ability. Whether it's remote or personal is hard to tell. So far there’s no motive. Looking like a random act of terrorism."
Maybe he'll be different from the others and not dismiss me... Yeah sure that's likely, and the moon is cheese.
C.J. Looked at the house as the water stopped overflowing. The police seemed to have realised the houses were leaking. Bummer if someone needed to flush their toilet. He shook his head sadly. "These mutants are the same ones who wonder why they're discriminated against. It makes me sad really. I kinda wonder what their thought process is, you know?" Alchemist suppressed his sadness back to calmness as quickly as he could. Emotion got in the way of logic, and he needed logic. The media were just a few yards away, probably listening to the entire conversation. Then he'd gone and said terrorism. The stupidity of that washed over him in an instant and he resisted the urge to slap his palm into his face. "I don't know of any mutants who can do this, my boss might, but it wouldn't be likely that he hadn't already shared it with NYPD, we're working pretty closely as it is."
Is it too much to ask that these mutants just stay and let me clobber them?
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>> "G'day, name's Cafas 'Alchemist' Johnson, X trainee."
Totally did not see the Aussie accent coming, Jorge thought to himself as he shook hands with the, what did he called it, X-trainee? The guy was not a full-fledged X-men, but the detective doubt that really mattered. If he were working with the X-men, then he must have some experiences in what they were dealing with.
After the pleasantries were over, Jorge stood back and began to listen to everything this Cafa’s had to say. Apparently what he thought was right. He had managed to sum up pretty well a possibility as to what happened. So they were looking for a medium strengthed mutant who was committing random acts of terrorism. Perfect. That will narrow down the search of possible targets and culprits. But it was not something he could blame on “Alchemist”. It was not his fault he did not know what exactly what was going on. Hopefully they could find an answer or two before this happened again.
Jorge had jotted down the few notes that he could while Alchemist had spoken. He noted the theorized blast strength, position, the randomness of the situation. Anything he could get would be helpful in stopping whoever did this. It did have the ear markings of a mutant, but why? That would be the question that hopefully some investigating could solve.
>> "I don't know of any mutants who can do this, my boss might, but it wouldn't be likely that he hadn't already shared it with NYPD, we're working pretty closely as it is."[/b]
Jorge nodded as he looked over the scene and simply shook his head. So much needless destruction and loss of life for what? To prove a point? All it did was re-instill the fears that regular humans already had towards mutants. The last thing they needed was some poster child for misplaced mutant anger to be making headlines and terrifying people all over again.
“Yeah, I’ll place a call into headquarters and get them rolling. Maybe they can go through the database and see if they can come up with any matches.” he said as he headed towards the rubble. He stopped as he glanced back to Alchemist. “You coming? I could use some of your experience. Maybe together we can find some connections.” That was all he said as he headed back for the rubble, careful not to interrupt the crime scene people.
Cafas looked at the crime scene, observed the mess of brickwork, tiles, metal and concrete. What wood there was lay splintered everywhere. Did he wish to approach the site with a man he had just met? His gruesome discovery inside senses were tingling. However the media pack refused to disperse and the X-men being seen working with the police was always good PR. Not that it meant much to him, he just wanted to help. "Sure mate, I'll be what help I can." C.J. followed into the crime scene proper. It was still very dusty, although not nearly as dusty as it had been when he arrived. He was surprised given how quickly everyone had arrived that the mutants had even managed to escape. Mutants were just that way he supposed, slightly evolutionally ahead of humans. Not that the media would tell them if they had seen someone, not until the six o'clock news anyway.
Bastards, the lot of them.
Stepping over a pile of what seemed to be brick dust Cafas proceeded to feel very out of place. Perhaps it was the fact he was wearing cargo three quarter length shorts and an Australian flag shirt? The fact winter was creeping in, in the same way the flattening of a house had crept up on the street it was on, seemed to elude the 20 year old metal manipulator. Plus it let him show off a nice array of scars, while not having too many of the worse ones on show. They offered a partial map of fights, survival, stupidity, and everything in between. Having just stepped onto what could have been mistaken for the set of CSI N.Y.C. his lack of uniform was startlingly obvious. The haze in the air was a horrible black colour. Cafas had previously assumed this had been something from inside the house, stepping over black tiles though, he had his doubts. ”Hey detective, I’d say there’s a fair chance the attacker could have actually been standing on the roof, or at least that’s where the blast came from. Maybe a little above but compared to the largely broken nature of the first floor compared to the nearly total annihilation of the second, I wouldn’t give it as high as I woulda from outside.”
Crap, what was that?
His brain referenced something he had knocked with his foot, looked like the remains of chinaware, possibly a teapot. Turning to look at it Cafas tripped over a brick and landed on his butt in a cloud of dust, to the stifled giggles of police officers. The dust clearing did reveal one thing though, he’d found a family member. ”Oh man, that’s just wrong.” He left it there, standing as two body bags were rushed over. One family member down, two to go. ”Seriously did not need to see that mate.” He was speaking to the detective, of course. He wondered just how much of his little fall had been caught by the older man.
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>>” Hey detective, I’d say there’s a fair chance the attacker could have actually been standing on the roof, or at least that’s where the blast came from. Maybe a little above but compared to the largely broken nature of the first floor compared to the nearly total annihilation of the second, I wouldn’t give it as high as I woulda from outside.”[/b]
Jorge nodded and took notes as the X-Man spoke. He had to admit that Alchemist had a point. The second floor was decimated and received a heck of a lot more damage than bottom so he had to agree with the X-man there. But then again, Jorge did not know enough to understand the various types of structural damage. He could not tell if the place had simply exploded, been ripped apart, or had something heavy fall on it from above.
He sighed as he moved closer to mutant as he investigated the scene. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d already have a suspect on this.” he flipped his notebook closed and replaced it into his pocket. “Mutant by the name of Mittens. He has extremely large, super dense hands. He can clap them together and cause enough of a shockwave to rock an entire apartment building, uplift a few cars…” he surveyed the scene closely. “Last I checked he was still behind bars. But…that man can be slippery.”
The detective had nothing about the way the young Alchemist was dressed. He had to smirk to himself as he watched him out of the corner of his eye and began to look around the crime scene, taking in whatever he could and tried to stay out of the CSI’s ways. Unfortunately they hated it when cops were still at the crime scenes, but since a mutant was involved, Jorge needed to stick around and be the hawk eyeing them all. Mutant involved scenes meant that he needed to be there to keep an eye out for anything regular CSIs may miss. After all, mutants did not leave your typical crime scene behind.
As he stood there, eyes cast over the scene, he had to pause and wonder to himself. Who else could possibly cause this type of destruction? What was the motive? Did the criminal even know of one? Was the targeted home random or done with malicious intent? Jorge was at a loss…then he caught site of Alchemist falling out of the corner of his eye.
Amidst the cloud of dust, Jorge made his way over and stopped when the body was found. The scene went quiet except for the few choked giggles from the cops off the side. He shot them a look that said something along the lines of “Seriously? You guys are professionals!” and offered his hand to him.
>> ”Oh man, that’s just wrong…Seriously did not need to see that mate.”[/b]
“First crime scene?” Jorge asked as he turned and watched as the proper officials swarmed over to check the body for any signs of life. Underneath the rubble, the detective could only wonder if there were any survivors…or just bodies. He shook his head as he glanced back to Cafas. “This does not look good. Media is going to have a field day with mutants after this.” he sighed as he stared out at the scene. “Can you tell me anything else? Was the destruction caused by a blast? Sonic waves? Someone punching through walls? There has to be something to point the way.”
Cafas considered the name. Mittens. He'd heard it; most of his crimes were attempts to steal from people gone wrong. Even X-trainees had to study. He wouldn't have put it past the mutant though. No break out had been reported, and his cell should have been specially constructed, but he supposed a holding cell would easily have fallen. Was that even how arrests worked? Cafas didn't know, and wasn't too keen to find out first hand. "Yeah it might have been, but I haven't heard anything about him escaping." Cafas was behind on his news anyway. Being an X was hard work. The body was taken away from their immediate area. Pieces of the house fell randomly from where they had been once so firmly secured. "This really is a hard hat zone..." He grabbed one off a table and put it on. It helped him look more ridiculous.
Can we even catch this person? You? No, him, possibly.
Now questions, ah how they kept the conversation flowing. "No, not even my first body, just, yeah, it never gets easier seeing perfectly good people dead. It's only worse in closed casket situations." Alchemist stared at the wall for a moment, the outermost walls still maintaining some shape towards the edges of the house. Rectangular designs, so clichéd. He almost missed the media comment watching dust get picked up in the wind. It brought him out of what was dangerously close to being an introspective moment. "Well, when don't the media have a field day with mutants. If we could stop the ones that keep demolishing buildings they might ease off a little though."
Maybe if we stopped the psychopath's and the killers too. Humans have their fair share too though.
Could C.J. tell the detective anything more? Yes he could, of relevance though, he really wasn't an expert, he just had what he'd experienced. "Given the fact that it looks like a perfect half circle, and the further out you get the less power is present, I'm going to put my money on a shock wave. Trust me on this one; I've been hit by my fair share of shockwaves." One came to mind, a little girl and a big blast. He considered himself lucky to have come out of it so well off.
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>> "This really is a hard hat zone..."[/i]
Jorge had followed suit and taken his own hard hat from the table and proceeded to follow further into the weakened house. They would not go in too far that it would be dangerous, but far enough so that they could get a feel for what was being looked at.
He did not like this one bit. Whoever had done this, there are easier ways to make a point. But publicly demolishing a house with the family still inside? That really was cruel. That left them with only a couple options about their perp: either the human wrecking ball had done this to showboat and the family got caught in the middle, someone lost control of their abilities, or something wanted this family out of the way for whatever reason. If it were the latter, Jorge could only wonder what kind of mess these people got into that would call down this much thunder on their heads.
Craaaash!
Another wave of debris had shaken loose from the foundation and crashed somewhere inside the house. The structure was getting more dangerous by the minute, but they could not wait around if there were survivors.
>> "Given the fact that it looks like a perfect half circle, and the further out you get the less power is present, I'm going to put my money on a shock wave. Trust me on this one; I've been hit by my fair share of shockwaves."[/b]
He sighed as he listened to Alchemist speak on his theories about the blast. It made sense. If it had been some type of explosion, there would be scorch marks or something that could signify heat. This was not about super strength either because of the destruction pattern. No, shockwaves did seem to make the most sense in this case. At least that was a starting point.
Jorge cracked a small smirk about Cafas’ comment about being hit with shockwaves. It disappeared and he surveyed the destruction again. “Haven’t we all?”
The detective stood still as he looked about from side to side, eyes roaming over the scene. Something seemed wrong, like they were missing something that was obvious. So far one body had been found, it sounded as if they were in the process of discovering another one but…he felt something odd. Down below…he found feel water. That did not make any sense. The water was shut off to this area but he could feel it, somewhere below his feet. It could have simply been pipes but he had a hunch.
Very gently he held out his hand and there was that tug in his stomach. That unmistakable churn that told him his closet friend and ally was around. There was water, somewhere below. He paused as he held out his hand and began to follow the sensation. Alchemist was probably curious about what he was doing, but for the moment he did not elaborate. Instead he continued to follow the pull of the water until he found himself staring at a wall of fallen rubble. But, on the other side, was the unmistakable sight of a door. A door to the basement.
Jorge pressed as close as he could, ears straining for something, anything...
Cough…
It was faint and almost inaudible but Jorge managed to catch it. He turned back to and yelled over his shoulder to the emergency crews that were present.
“Survivor! There’s a survivor in the basement,” he announced as he looked a little helplessly at the debris. He did not want to touch anything for fear of making the situation worse. That was not something they needed right now.
Cafas watched, somewhat concerned, as the detective walked around with one hand held out in front of him. He was either a mutant, or crazy, but he seemed to be on to something. At least the X in training assumed so. Why else would he be wandering as he was? The door he found was relatively unharmed, but for the huge amount of debris in front of it. Had Cafas been a stronger mutant he likely would have just shifted it himself, but as it was rock, and outside his field, he simply decided to help the rescue team, maybe a little prematurely, after the detective yelled.
No point wasting time.
"Way to go detective, so, mutant huh? What's the gift?" C.J. wrenched a chunk of brick away as three more men crowded in around him, two hanging back with the iconic metallic space blanket and first aid equipment. Work to clear the doorway was frantic, as survivors were high priority. Rubble was hauled away, revealing more and more of the door. The media would love what they could see through the dust. It would make for spectacular PR for the rescue boys. Already the ambulance had its sirens going, more paramedics rushing from the back of it with the stretcher.
Wow, I'm out of my depth here.
Cafas stood back as the rescue crew cleared the last of the rubble, one of them called out that they couldn't open it, and another brought in what looked like a giant rubber mallet. The rest of them cleared away. Cafas turned to the detective; it had been possibly two minutes. "Moment of truth Detective Cervantes." With a last call of stand back the mallet was brought back and swung at the door, just below the latch. With a bang the door flew inward on its warped hinges and struck the concrete wall behind it, revealing a stairway downward. Paramedics rushed in so fast C.J. didn't catch a glimpse of the person behind.
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>> "Way to go detective, so, mutant huh? What's the gift?"[/b]
“Water.” That was all Jorge said at first as he waited for one of the rescue members to hand him a tool. He started in on a nasty bit of rubble and cleared out what was safe to get rid of. He really did not want to make matters worse by causing more debris to fall. As soon as he was done doing all he could to clear the debris, he stepped back and elaborated to Alchemist. “I can manipulate and sense water within twenty feet of me” he replied finally, picking up their conversation almost out of no where. “The water was shut off to this area but I could still feel some close be. That’s how I found the basement. I knew what I felt must have been something like emergency or stored water.”
Though why a family would have so much of it stored that he could sense it, he did not bother to go into. Some families simply liked to be prepared.
>> "Moment of truth Detective Cervantes." [/b]
The detective said nothing and merely stepped back, out of the way of the rescue crew as he watched them try to break through the door. He tensed because that voice he heard cough did not sound so good. It was soft, meek and far too gently to be from someone of good health. But he did hope that he was wrong. Maybe he misheard or was it possible that the voice was simply his own imagination.
Another heave and CRACK the door splinter and was knocked open. The dust that rose up from the destroyed door as well as the still falling debris was enough the mask them form the media far outside and past the yellow tape, slightly gagged him as he quickly covered his mouth. The detective took another step to the side as several paramedics rushed inside. He could hear their footfalls echo as they descended into the darkness behind the door and for second that seemed like an hour, there was little more to hear. It was possible the few snippets he did hear was the ruined house falling under more stress, but before he knew it, he heard the echo of footstepts that rushed up the stairs.
Jorge watched as the paramedics rushed up with a young girl, probably no more than twelve or thirteen. One paramedic held her tightly in his arms as he carefully carried her over to a set up stretcher. From the chatter he could hear that she was alive but in really bad shape.
He remained silent as he watched this before he finally turned and headed out of the ruined building. His jaw tight, Jorge paced for a second before finally pulled out his cell phone and flipped it open. A quick speed dial and slowly he began to calm down. The waiting was patient and before he knew it, he sighed as a voice picked up on the other end. He did not bother to hear if Alchemist followed him over here, he needed to catch this monster…now.
“Caroline? This is detective Cervantes” he announced as he pinched the bridge of his nose in order to think. “Yes, pull up the MRC’s mutant database…uh huh… tell Clemens I want him to search any listed mutants with shockwave abilities and cross reference with those at large… that’s right. Keep me posted. I’m going to search around here for some more evidence.”
He sighed as he snapped his phone close. The hunt was on. He wanted whoever did this and he would make sure it remained as his top priority.
Cafas watched the girl go. It was sad, she'd lost her family, but there was something not right about the whole situation. He heard snippets of phone conversation. He wasn't interested though. Both he and the CSI teams noticed it at the same time. Him because he knew a little about locks. dealing with putting energy through metals left him at least slightly knowledgeable on lock mechanisms. No comment on why locks in particular. They approached as one, Cafas and the officers. The lock wasn't right, not at all. One handy thing, they now had at least signs that the attack was not random, better yet, possible motive. Perhaps the detective would be interested to hear it, possibly not. The CSI officers attempted to move him back. Cafas obliged, only because he was going that way anyway.
That, is odd.
The detective had just shut his phone as Cafas vaulted the remains of an exterior wall and approached. C.J. leant the small distance down to whisper in the detective's ear, no use letting the mics of the media crews get hold of possible evidence prematurely. "That door locked from the outside, three separate locks. None could be opened from either side without the key. I'm no expert, but that's either a prison or a bunker. We can't treat this like a random attack any more mate, this was dead set pre planned. Get an escort on that ambulance, Break out or murder, that girl's still at risk." Cafas had a habit of getting all bossy and leadery when he was tense, unless a leader was already there. After all, someone had to.
What do we have to work on though?
Nothing was the answer to his mental question. But for the blast type and placement, nothing else was likely to be obvious; it was a side effect of the whole mutant thing. For all they knew that mutant could have been ten miles away in an apartment. It could be a group of them; they could be terrorists or rescuers. He was starting to see why the NYPD pulled the X-men in on things; even with an entire department on the cases it would be difficult to establish anything solid.
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>> "That door locked from the outside, three separate locks. None could be opened from either side without the key. I'm no expert, but that's either a prison or a bunker. We can't treat this like a random attack any more mate, this was dead set pre planned. Get an escort on that ambulance, Break out or murder, that girl's still at risk."
Jorge had heard the commotion back at the door but when he looked over, after he got off the phone, he realized there was something off. The door had locks and a special type of lock. The girl was placed there, more than likely to hide her from whatever was coming. Her parents, guardians, whoever they knew, knew what was coming and yet still they allowed her to be here. Maybe the bunker was just a precaution, a what if back-up scenario for those times when mutant battles seem to happen at a daily basis.
But when the situation is centered in their own house, with a daughter locked away for safe-keeping, and an unknown mutant causing the damage, there were too many variables to make it a coincidence. Jorge did not believe in coincidences and hated it when people pasted them onto horrible situations like this. He growled a little inwardly as he shook his head.
The train was coming at these people and they did not even bother to get off the tracks.
He glanced back to Alchemist as he went off, telling him the suspicion behind the locked doors. It was true, if the girl was kept out of safe keeping and the word got out that this mutant missed a target, she could still be in danger.
He nodded as he stepped out of the rubble filled house and followed the paramedics as they wheeled the girl away. Jorge did not follow close since he needed to stay out of their way and instead turned off to the side to grab the attentions of a couple of police officers who were standing by, ready for statements and whatever else they could help in.
“Listen up you guys, because of suspicious circumstances, I want protection on this girl 24/7. No one goes in to see her except for doctors and even then , you make you get valid ID from them, you got that?” Jorge said as he pulled out his phone to call in the X-man’s suspicions.
“Of course, sir!” one of the officers shouted, while another nodded. They immediately climbed into their squad car and made read y to followed the ambulance closely.
Jorge then snapped open his phone and waited for it to pick up. “Listen, we have suspicions that maybe a survivor that has been discovered is still in danger. I want a rotating guard on her while she is in the hospital at all times. Whatever is happening here, it is not over and the last thing I want is to see this child end up with the coroner.”
He snapped his phone closed again and turned to Alchemist. They had a mystery to solve here and hopefully it could be done before anybody else ends up in a bodybag.
“MRC is going to be pouring over records about any mutants that have abilities like what you described. We need tog et this person. Especially if that little girl is still in danger.”
Cafas watched as the girl was taken away, a squad car in front and behind. The detective filled him in on what they were doing on the police end while he watched, and mentioned finding the mutant who levelled the house. "Well, detective work is kinda out of my field of expertise. I've run simulations that help me identify mutant powers and deal with them when we get them, but I'm no detective." He was being honest because they were apparently going to work as a team to find the, perp, was it? He didn't know, not enough Television, and if they were to work together they had to know each other’s skills.
How would we even establish where to look for clues?
The metal manipulator had no idea, so he would leave that to the real detective. He surveyed the area once more, a brief scan, before coming back to Jorge. "So... Where do we start?" Cafas was eager to get back to the bits he knew how to do as fast as possible. That was, beating bad guys into submission. Or arresting them as others called it. Arresting them with molten metal. It was a completely sane sounding thing to do.
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>> "Well, detective work is kinda out of my field of expertise. I've run simulations that help me identify mutant powers and deal with them when we get them, but I'm no detective."[/b]
Jorge was not surprised by this admission. He had heard about X-Men and the way they have done things before. They usually ran in to tough situations and let fists solve the problem. Though that really was more of what the media and eyewitnesses happened to catch. There more than likely was a lot more that went into their work, but they were not trained detective. And many times they did not have the experience and education that he had while on the field.
He nodded as if to say to the X-men that it was alright. He did a good enough job at least narrowing down their search for possible mutants. If a mutant caused this, they would definitely need to find out why.
>> "So... Where do we start?"
Jorge was about to respond when his cell phone suddenly rang again. Quickly he plucked it out from his pocket and answered with a flip.
“Cervantes here…uh-huh…well what did you find?” he asked as he began to pace away from Alchemist. The look on his face at first was not pleased but then gradually shifted into emotionless and finally a disappointed sigh. He nodded as he finally hung up the phone and made his way back over to the X-men. “Got some more information on the family. They were activists. Huge…anti-mutant…activists.” he said with a shake of his head. “Looks like they have arrest records as long as my arm when it comes to anti-mutant sentiments. Looks like we may have a motive.”
The thought of it made Jorge a little sick. He hated running into any kind of close-mindedness but especially so when it came to mutants. But as he stood and thought about it for a moment, he had to glance back to the house. If it were as simple as a mutant simply getting back at them…how did they know to hide the girl? The made his head hurt a little. There were pieces missing. Finally he turned back to Alchemist to address his question.
“Alchemist, go back to the house I need you to check that basement and see if anything seems off to you. I don’t think that girl was there simply for her protection.” He turned back to the gathered crowd. “I’m going to question some of the neighbors. Somebody has to know something...”
Cafas nodded to the detective and carefully proceeded into the basement, where CSI already had cameras clicking. He thought they must have almost as fast a shutter button finger as the media flocks outside. He wanted to see a race between the two. It was dark in the basement, and it smelled. But it didn't smell of damp and mildew and dust, but rather like someone lived in it. He could also swear he smelled blood, not fresh though, it was rather a bad smell. As his eyes adjusted (not at all aided by the constant flash going off around him he began to take in a few details. What looked like a thin foam mattress in the corner, a bucket in another corner and what looked to be the scraps of food scraps. A set of shackles really set him on edge though. A couple of shudders, gags and twitches later he was back upstairs, gasping for air. He made it out into the front lawn before what he had seen psychologically caught up to him, and he threw up nicely for the media.
That was just sick.
Cafas found and interrupted the detective mid interview. It was all he could do to keep himself mentally in order. He would be fine, of that he was sure, but it had shaken him to the core to start with. "Mate, I'm never going down there again, it's just sick. That’s not a basement, it's a dungeon, and by the look and smell, a bit of a torture chamber as well. If those people were genuinely that girl's parents, I think they got what they deserved. I bet if we search the house we find some thumb screws and whips, or other things really F***ed up like that." Cafas was fairly certain he would never go down those stairs again, not even with a gun to the back of his head. Or a non metal killing device, bullets not being that much of a threat.
