The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
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>> The kids moved to California…
So, she has kids?
The thought immediately made Jorge wonder whether or not that involved a husband, but he was not going to overstep boundaries. If it were something he wanted to talk about, she would indeed mention it. Still though, part of him would have to remain curious because, unfortunately the more he spoke with the woman and the longer he walked with her, the further bold he wanted to be. After all, she was incredibly nice, and she was attractive…Jorge immediately let that thought drop as he continued on with the conversation.
>> So, now I work as a guidance counselor…For children with special needs."
The detective had to whistle in an impressed manner as he continued to haul the groceries for her. “Wow, that is indeed commendable. Not everyone has the patience or skill to work in such a field,” he said as they came to a stop sign. “I tip my hat to you,” he said with a short grin.
As they stood at the stoplight and waited for the light to change, Jorge noted the large puddles of water that lay pretty close to their side of the street. A horrible feeling came over him that if a car rolled by too fast, that unfortunately they could get drenched. Then, the second he mumbled that to himself, a taxi, obviously carrying a huge fare, tore through the street and headed directly for the puddle in front of them.
Again I think, and the universe responds… he thought to himself.
Still, he really did not have any fear of them getting wet. After all, he was a mutant with the ability to manipulate water. He could simply redirect it if it flew towards them and she would be none the wiser. She’d probably just think she lucked out. So, as the taxi tore past them, that suddenly splash into the water with its tired erupted it what looked like a tsunami of water. Subtly Jorge waved his hand in order to dissipate the dirty street water but…
SPLAAAAAASSSSSSH!!!
That wall of water flew hard towards them. Jorge was too caught off guard to see if Gemma got wet, but as he stood there, he felt the liquid seep into all of his clothing and soak his hair. Too at a loss for words, Jorge merely spat out the water that had gotten into his mouth and clutched the now utterly wet bag of groceries.
”What the…?” he muttered as he tried to make sense of this. Why didn’t his abilities work? What was going on? With that he finally turned to look at Gemma and spoke through the fits of giggles and laughs from the passerbys. ”You…okay?”
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He really had no idea. Gemma smirked to herself. At this point, he didn't need to know more, cop or nor, about exactly why the kids were special. But he was right, it was always a challenge. That was exactly what Mama liked about her job.
Street. Cars. Puddle. Swoosh. Mama T glanced around, assessed the situation, and did the only reasonable thing to do: she stood behind Jorge.
SPLASH.
>>”What the…? You…okay?”
Gemma poked her head out from behind the man, and saw more cars coming, so she put a hand on his shoulder and backed away from the puddle, pulling him with her. She wwas trying really hard not to laugh, but the chuckles still escaped.
"Yeah, I'm fine, you got the worst of it." she grinned, pulling him to a nearby bench "I'm so sorry, that was not very nice of me. Are you all right? This stuff is not good for your skin." she chuckled, opening her purse and pulling out a bunch of tissues to wipe water and dirt off his face.
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Now that was weird..
The thought shook Jorge up as he tried to think of what just happened. First he was standing at the edge of the street with Gemma when he noticed the taxi as it barreled down the street, towards a rather massive puddle. Now, granted, the detective did not have total control over the element of water, but he did have what he knew pretty refined. He should have been able to stop that. To redirect it around them or at least make it fall short and splash on the ground. But that is not what happened.
Jorge felt himself being led back by a surprisingly dry Gemma. His shoes squished in defiance at each of his steps, making his soaks just that much more uncomfortable, seeping water between his toes. It was then that he glanced down and noticed that his chest did seem pretty dry, the groceries that protected that. But it was his face, hair and arms that have gotten a good blunt of the water splash. Then, as Gemma helped him to sit back onto the bench…
He sat on the bench and looked puzzled up at Gemma as she began to grab tissues from her purse in order to at least help him dry off SOME of the torrent that had just embarrassed him so heartlessly. After a couple of seconds of shock as to why his abilities failed him, Jorge actually began to chuckle a little along with Gemma. Though he was slightly freaked as to why his abilities failed him, the situation was too funny to not laugh at. Besides, how often is it that the detective gets surprised by water?
>>”Are you all right?”
”Yeah,” he muttered as he glanced up at her and noted that she did have a striking smile. ”Not hurt. Just…think some of my diginity got washed down the gutter.” With that said he started to laugh again as he took a tissue from her and started to wipe it through his hair to pull more of the moisture out. It was then that he looked at the groceries in hand and shook his head. ”I’m very sorry about your groceries...”
Lizzie slowly stepped up to her master, tongue hanging out in a half-smile as she looked up at the soaking wet detective and the woman who attempted to dry him off, all the while she ignored soaked fur that occurred after she herself had been drenched. She wouldn’t have moved out of the way, she liked water waaaaay too much to do that.
And with that, she shook hard and sprayed more droplets of water all over Jorge’s pants and shoes.
Jorge sighed as Lizzie did this and gave her a look. Finally he could only grin and shake his head, “Et tu, Lizzie?”
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>>”Not hurt. Just…think some of my diginity got washed down the gutter. I’m very sorry about your groceries...”
Gemma couldn't stop chuckling as she did her best to help Jorge dry himself. Or at least attempt to do so. He looked... well, looked exactly like a detectived soaked to the bone by muddy water. It was a funny sight.
"Never mind the groceries" she smirked "I'm just gonna put them in another bag. But I have to apologize, since I don't have any dry clothes for you. None that would fit you anyway."
Now there was a curious mental image. Gemma strifled a laugh.
Lizzie chose that moment to shake herself. Gemma had been relatively dry before, since Jorge shielded her from the splash, but nothing could save her from the dog spraying cold water all over the two of them.
"Now that was not nice." she said, hands on her hips, glaring at the dog "If I did not know you were a good girl, Lizzie, I would say you did that on purpose." she said, wagging a finger at her before she turned back to Jorge.
"I am really sorry you got soaked. You'll catch a cold like that. Maybe you should go home and change..."
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>> "I am really sorry you got soaked. You'll catch a cold like that. Maybe you should go home and change..."
“Well,” Jorge said as he tossed the soaking wet tissue into a nearby trashcan, “actually I don’t live too far from here, if you don’t mind the detour. My car’s there and I can drive you the rest of the way home.”
From anyone else the proposition seemed like a suspicious one, but the detective was not that type of person. He may have hard the exterior gruff appearance of a stone cold man, but the truth was that unfortunately he did go above and beyond when trying to help himself. It was this sentiment that usually led him to say things that could automatically be deemed as inappropriate. It took a second or two of him playing the statement back in his head and he immediately looked at her with a sigh and chuckle.
“I…really know how that must have sounded. So, I apologize. I really am just offering you a ride home. No funny business…” he said reassuringly as he stood up from the bench, with a soft squish issuing from inside his shoes.
Lizzie looked pleased with herself after she shook herself dry and especially at the mention of the word home. She panted heavily as she leaned forward on her hind legs, placed her paws onto Jorge’s pants and lapped up any dripping, dirty water that would squeeze through the fabric. It was clear that she wanted to be home, even if that meant dropping her off.
“Besides,” Jorge started, “I really don’t want your last thought of me to be walking away with squishy shoes and dirty, wet clothes.”
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>>“Well, actually I don’t live too far from here, if you don’t mind the detour. My car’s there and I can drive you the rest of the way home.”
Gemma nodded as she put the soaked bag of groceries into another bag, hoping it would hold them together until she got back to the Mansion. Jorge's offer sounded reasonable. Especially because she hated using the subway. Apparently, he was not equally comfortable with his own offer.
>>“I…really know how that must have sounded. So, I apologize. I really am just offering you a ride home. No funny business… Besides, I really don’t want your last thought of me to be walking away with squishy shoes and dirty, wet clothes.”
"Certinaly, nobody would want that." Gemma smirked as she picked up her purse once again "What would the world come to if one couldn't trust an officer, right?" she added with a smile "Lead the way."
Let's get you out of those clothes before you catch your death.
Oh yeah. She managed not to say that out loud. One person in a conversation was enough to make awkward comments. Someone needed to... not say things that could be misunderstood.
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With a nod, Jorge gripped Lizzie’s leash once again and headed off in the direction of his apartment. It was obvious that he was not lying, after only a short eight to ten minutes of walking, he already caught site of the Blue Horizon building in which he lived. Parked out front was his car, a black Chevy Impala which looked a little beat up, but despite appearances, it had the engines and interior parts that would put any new car to shame. If there were two things the man could take care of…they were his dog and his car.
The building was pretty non-descript, red brick, only about four levels and all around it seemed to be slightly dilapidated. It wasn’t a ritzy place, but it was able to suit his needs and his police officer paycheck.
“Yeah, looks a little rough out here,” he said as he pulled out his keys and unlocked the door to the lounge, “but neighbors are actually pretty quiet.”
He opened the door for her and allowed her to walk in ahead of them. As he followed he let the door close behind them and once more took the lead. When they got to the staircase, he started to climb with Lizzie in one arm and a bag of Gemma’s groceries in the other. He was quiet as he climbed, not because he did not have anything to say, he simply was trying to remember if he left anything embarrassing out in the open. He was sure that he had thrown away that pizza box from the other night, but then again, he had been busy.
The climb to the third floor did not take as long as he figured it would and the second they set foot on his floor, he set Lizzie down and watched as she eagerly led the way down the red carpeted hallway. When they arrived at their door, he unlocked it with another key and opened it up for her to walk in first.
Inside, his apartment was clearer then he had originally thought it would be. Yes, he had thrown out the pizza box, and there was most every else in place. There may have been a stack of magazines tipped over or cushions on the floor, but that just made the place look rather lived in. In his opinion it was actually better looking than most single officer’s apartments may be.
It was indeed a simple place. Beige colored with only a few knick-knacks up for decoration, but nothing that made it look like this man had any real flair for décor. There were was a large couch, a sitting chair and a coffee table with a single bottle of what looked like open root beer sitting on it. The carpet, brown and really nothing special, stretched out across the room and quickly changed to linoleum tiles of a white shade that again added to the unspecialness of his apartment. There were all the average things in his living room, a cabinet that held up his standard, 24” inch television set, a VCR sat next to that, and a tape deck underneath that. Plus the slightly ajar cabinet door revealed his collection of cassette tapes. The man obviously lived in a technological era which he apparently had no intention of letting go of. But that was not most surprising of all. There were three tall, thin bookshelves that dominated one wall of his apartment and these…were filled to the brim with books of all types but they mainly comprised of classic books. Jane Austen, Bronte, Dostoevsky, Swift, Pope, Poe, Melville, many if not all of the classics were there and looked as if they had been read over and over again.
As soon as she had stepped in, Jorge followed and softly closed the door behind them. ”So, um, you can go ahead and make yourself at home. I will change into something less wet, if you don’t mind.” he chuckled as he knelt down and undid Lizzie leash to let her run to her dog bed and nap peacefully. He then headed towards his bedroom but glanced back over to her before he disappeared into the hall. “Oh, if you’re hungry or thirsty, please help yourself,” he said warmly as he disappeared into his room to change.
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The apartment looked decent; really nothing special, but at least, it was not a mess. Compared to some places Gemma had lived in when she was young, this was positively nice and comfortable. Yes, there were signs that someone lived in it, but that was not a problem. While Jorge disappeared to change, Mama read the signs like an open book. One thing was for sure: no woman lived in this place, at least, not for long. One could always tell if there was a lady in the house or not. And everything about this apartment said 'single'. Oh well. That was not too bad. Gemma wandered into the kitchen with some of the groceries she'd bought, and made tea. She always bought some, for all the kids who needed to drink something healthy, and just for the flavors too. She liked tea. Once the water was boiling, she wandered back to the living room to look at the bookshelves. They looked like something put together from a Classical Literature 101 reading list. Some of those books she liked a lot; others, she never had the time to read. All in all, they were another piece to the puzzle called Jorge. One can really tell a lot about someone just by looking at the place where they live.
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Jorge had rummaged his closet and pulled out a fresh set of cloths, a simple dark blue t-shirt and jeans, of course boxers and a spare pair of shoes that he had on hand for occasions such as this…well, not exactly like this but in point was well received. As he grabbed his items of clothing, Jorge moved to the restroom to change. From the hallway, he could already hear the loud, buzzsaw like snores of Lizzie as she lay stretched out on her dog bed in the hall and quickly slipped off to dream land, looks like he had been able to work off some of her pent up energy. Satisfied with that he slipped into his restroom and shut the door behind him.
Jorge sighed as he stripped off his sopping wet clothes and tossed them in a corner. Once he had done that, the same question arose in his head, What the hell happened back there?
He was sure he had a good lock on the water, but something felt different. He felt empty, like that certain part of him that always warns him of water was asleep or on hiatus. Then when he had tried to shift the direction of the water earlier, he felt nothing, no connection to it. It was simply as if all that had evaporated. But now, Jorge, dressed down to just his wet boxers, looked at his sink and he felt some tripedition. He reached down, turned the faucet and watched the water as it poured out. With a steady hand, he raised it up and flicked his fingers.
In that instant it was all back. He felt the tug, the pull inside of his stomach telling him that there was water and it moved with his manipulation. The water snaked and spun in midair before him before he suddenly let it drop and splash back into the sink.
The detective breathed a sigh of relief, chuckled to himself for feeling silly and climbed into the shower. He cranked up the hot water and washed away all the dirty street water that had clung onto his hair and body. As soon as he felt it all washed away, Jorge felt better and stepped out, quickly towel dried himself and replaced his clothes. Once he felt like normal, dry and clean Jorge, he opened the door to the rest room, stepped back into his room. He had noticed that Lizzie had gotten Gemma pretty good when she shook off so he pulled a black hoodie from his closet. It would be oversized on her, but it was just for the ride to her place, after all.
Hoodie in hand, he walked back out to the living room, stepped over the sleeping Lizzie and caught Gemma looked over the variety of books he had on his shelves. It must have looked like a college student’s collection because all the books were dog-earred and some even had his own personal notes written in the margins. He smirked when he noticed her look up and nodded.
“Not much of a library, but it suits me,” he said with a soft smile and offered the hoodie out to her. “I figured since Lizzie was so un-lady like to get your top wet, you might want to change too.” As he handed her the hoodie, he noted on of the books that was sticking out and pulled it. “I know, a police officer that spends all his time reading might sound weird. But it saved my life once, oddly enough.” He smiled at the thought and returned his gaze to her. “Book of poetry. Had this since I was 15. If I may…?” He asked as he opened the old book to a dog-earred page that had writing all over it. With that, he quickly cleared his throat and began to read…
“ ‘Over my head, the sheets are drawn high up And they are the first my waking eyes see. Blinded by a shade of brilliant, blurry White, I recoil like a newborn pup. But steadily overhead, the hues soften, And the white linen ebbs into pale blue. That cascade of serenity that comes With this color, that feeling of calm and Safety won’t last though. The sheet’s cut on cue. It bleeds and stains through, and my heartstrings strum. The fierce red darkens…darkens in its last Breath until the blanket above dyes…black. Though covered in dark, I fret not. The vast Sheet is holey with lights…not all pitch-black.’”
Once finished Jorge closed the book thoughtfully and replaced it back into the shelf where he pulled it. He had felt a little silly reciting like a ten year old in the middle of a classroom, but something had possessed him to do it. He shook the thought of way away and once again looked up at Gemma, and noted that past her she put on a kettle to make tea. Already it was starting to whistle.
“Thank you for making tea,” he said with uncharacteristic softness in comparison to his gruff exterior. “I can pour you some, if you’d like to change?”
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Gemma was standing in a strange man's apartment, who by the way was a police officer, and was reciting poetry. Pretty good poetry too. A dog was snoring softly in the background. The kettle whistled.
"That is a very good poem" she smiled back at him softly; she could guess, as a responsible police officer, he wouldn't do that very often. Any of it. "Who's the author?"
The whistle interrupted their conversation as it grew louder.
>>“Thank you for making tea. I can pour you some, if you’d like to change?”
"Thank you." she nodded, taking the hoodie and walking towards the bathroom he'd just emerged from. She was not terribly soaked like he was, but a dry top would be nice none the less. She changed in the bathroom, and glanced into the mirror; she smoothed her hair back, and smirked at her reflection.
You just met this guy, and now you are wearing his shirt. Way to go, Gemma dear. It smells nice too.
She returned to the kitchen, hands tucked into the hoodie's pockets.
"I figured we could both use something warm to drink." she smiled
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>> ”That is a very good poem…who’s the author?”
Jorge smirked at the question slightly. How many times in his life had he heard that before? Ten? Twenty? Maybe twenty-five. Oh, don’t get the wrong idea. It was not because this was a constant for him. He did not make it a habit of meeting women he just met, bring them to his apartment and recite them the same poem over and over again. The truth was that he was the one who constantly asked who it was that wrote this poem. The book had said anonymous but unfortunately, he did not know, it was something he always wanted to find out.
”I’ve asked myself that so many times,” he said thoughtfully. ”Truth is I don’t know. The book has it listed as anonymous, but so far nobody really knows who it was that wrote it. Would love to find out though.”
After the whistle of the tea kettle and her disappearance into the bathroom, he headed for his kitchen and quickly removed the hot water from the stovetop and set about looking for a pair of mugs. He found two mismatched ones, one which said: “Miami Dolphins” and the other which had picture of a kitten hanging from a clothesline that said “Hang in there baby,” a gag gift from one of his cousins who had also lived in Miami. Jorge smirked to himself as he set the two mugs down and proceeded to pour hot water into their vessels then opened the box of tea that Gemma had apparently already set out. He left the bags to soak in the water as he turned and surveyed the rest of his apartment.
”There is a strange woman in my apartment, who I just recited poetry for,” he whispered very gently to himself. “What is wrong with me?”
It was not that Jorge did not like the woman. She seemed smart as a whip, didn’t take any bull, and…she really did have one of the best smiles he had seen thus far…but he just met her! But as Jorge waved away this thoughts, he began to relax a little more continued to seep the teabags into the mugs. It was then that he turned when he heard her footsteps return to the living room.
>> “I figured we could both use something warm to drink.”
”You thought right,” he said with a chuckle as he shook off the thought of all that dirty, street water that had drenched him. He pushed himself off the counter and walked over with the two mugs of tea. He handed one out to her then waved to the couch for her to have a seat.
He sipped the tea and actually sighed as he felt the warm liquid flow its way down his throat and continued on throughout the rest of his body. He immediately felt better after the drenching incident and took a seat across from her on a small chair that resided directly across from the couch. He was glad that she did not ask too much about what department he worked for at the precinct. Unfortunately he felt that would lead this meeting into a whole new conversation, of which he did not know what the outcome would be. If she asked, he would tell her the truth, obviously, MRC unit, which meant he dealt with mutants…which could eventually mean him revealing…he was a mutant.
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>>”I’ve asked myself that so many times. Truth is I don’t know. The book has it listed as anonymous, but so far nobody really knows who it was that wrote it. Would love to find out though.”
"Now there is a quest for you."
So, a poem without an author. How romantic. And mysterious.
Tea was ready by the time she returned, and she accepted the mug with a smile, wrapping her hands aroud it to warm up. It was a nice feeling, inhaling the scent of the tea and warming her hands.
"Well, that will teach you not to stand so close to puddles on the road" she teased, hiding her nose in the mug for a moment "Even cops are not resistant to water you know."
And that was all she had to say on that matter.
"So, is it just you and Lizzie here?" she asked with sincere curiosity. Yeah, Gemma. Queen Mother of Subtlety.
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>> "Even cops are not resistant to water you know."
It was not meant, but Jorge had to chuckle at that statement, as if he went along with her joke. Truth was that it was funnier than she could imagine. If she knew he was a mutant after all, with the ability to move water, than she would realize how funny that was. Instead, Jorge merely let the matter drop, laughing inside at the idea that he had gotten soaked in such a manner. He sat comfortably in his chair and took another sip of his tea to let the warmth fill him up. He was surprised how chilled he got on the way back from the incident. Then again, when walking around in wet clothes one should never expect to stay warm.
>> "So, is it just you and Lizzie here?"
The question had been a bit forward and was enough to make Jorge stop in mid-sip of his tea, but then again he should not have been that surprised. After all, she was in his apartment and it was obvious from even her short walk through, she could see that he lived only with his dog. If a woman had lived here, he was sure there would have been more obvious signs of it.
“Yeah, it’s just me and Lizzie. No roommates for me,” he replied.
He was curious as to how that must have sounded to her. The truth was that he had always heard that it was never a good sign when a man lived alone at a certain age. It meant he was either a commitaphob or a workaholic of sorts. While there may have been some slight truth to the workaholic idea it really was not the light Jorge had wanted to paint himself as.
“Sorry, I know this may seem like some TV police drama cliché,” he said with a grin. “The double divorced police officer living on his own because he’s too jaded to really form any personal connections with people. But the truth is I’ve never been divorced…” he raised his hand and showed that it lacked a ring or ring tan line. “…never got that far unfortunately. And I dunno…with my work at the MRC these days…this has been my first real time off…”
He paused in mid-sentence as he took another sip of his tea. He really did just say M-R-C didn’t he? News of the police department’s Mutant Related Crimes unit had gotten a little more press these days, especially after the Mitten’s incident. Well, it was out now. He worked for the MRC and he was sure that Gemma would catch on to what that could imply. So all he to do was wait for the next question that would inevitably follow.
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Mirroroni
>>“Sorry, I know this may seem like some TV police drama cliché. The double divorced police officer living on his own because he’s too jaded to really form any personal connections with people."
Gemma arched an eyebrow. Really? That did sound like a cliché. Jaded police officer, double divorce, and all that. Maybe he was not such a good catch after all. Not like he was a catch at all. Well, not for her, anyway.
>>"But the truth is I’ve never been divorced… never got that far unfortunately. And I dunno…with my work at the MRC these days…this has been my first real time off…”
Oh. Not true. Good. Gemma smiled again, and sipped her tea.
"Believe me, you're better off not having to divorce anyone. It's a pain." she commented, briefly thinking back on the whole mess. Her and her husband's divorce went down realtively peacfully and without major casualties. But it was still not a pleasant experience, especially for the kids.
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".... wait, did you say MRC?" she asked, forgetting about the whole personal life topic in an instant "You work with mutants?"
Not, that was an interesting turn. She wondered why it took her long minutes to realize what he'd said. MRC. One of the things she had to learn more about if she wanted to work with all the troublesome mutant kids in the city. And having a... an acquaintance there might come in handy from time to time...
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Jorge
>> "Believe me, you're better off not having to divorce anyone. It's a pain."
Oh, so she was divorced. Jorge was both a little pleased and sad to hear that. She was divorced, which meant she was single…for someone, you know, ELSE to snatch her up…ahem…but it was also sad that she had to go through something like that. He had known many cops back in Miami who went through all sorts of messy divorces and many times it really did leave them jaded and just plain angry at the world. That was never something he wanted for himself, so maybe that attributed to why he usually tended to drown himself in work. Kept his social calendar clean and the few people his friends and family set him up with never lasted.
>> ".... wait, did you say MRC? You work with mutants?"
He found himself backed into a corner. He HAD said MRC outloud. And it definitely seemed like she knew what they were about. While he did not want to risk ruining his tiem with her by revealing something she could be uncomfortable with, noted her expression and it really did not seemed like she was some bigot or close-minded person who sought the arrest and eradication of every mutant on earth. So, not unlike his normal behavior, he took the risk.
“Yeah, that primarily the job. We deal with mutant related crimes, whether they by the victims or the instigators. That’s actually the reason why I transferred here from Miami,” Jorge said as he took another sip from his tea and suddenly found his eyes locked a very interesting piece of the coffee table. “My old department didn’t have a MRC unit yet, so I figured I should go where I could do the most good. Because, well…” And drum roll, “I’m a mutant too. I can manipulate water.”
It was out there now. Out in the open for her to react to however she was going to react. He thought he showed himself as a pretty decent guy, but it would be her reaction to his news about being a mutant that would really reveal what type of person she is. After all, there are so few things in this world that truly reveal a person’s character than revealing secrets about yourself that could swing the pendulum one way or the other.
Jorge slowly risked raising his eyes to her and gave her a small smile as he took another sip of his tea.