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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I had a plot idea from a bit ago when we had thr Alt universe plot. Essentially as a result of the two universes closing off to one another again, there would be remnants of these crystalline shards that when helf could boost a mutants power.
Yes. Avengers Infinity War had just come out.
Anyways, maybe adapting that in some way? Different factions looking for the stones for different reasons. Syndicate wants to hoard and use them, Xmen want to neutralize them, SUPER wants to destroy them, and Haven wants to utilize them for good, I dunno. Just throwing spaghetti at the wall.
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The detective, even in this watery state could feel the sheer powering coming off this mystic. It was no wonder he was saved for last. But the detective wasn't shaken. Jorge had faced worst, mutants and criminals of all kinds. And that's all this man was...another criminal.
The towering water elemental showed no fear at the forming of the plasma ball. Jorge was well aware of his weakness to it so he had to come up with a plan. Said plan wouldn't be fast enough...that is until he felt something different flowing through his body.
Being made of water was...confusing at first. It was a different way to sense the world, surely. Flowing and undulating, you begin to understand every part that flows throughout. Jorge remembered that from his time spread out across the ocean. Sometimes he could feel every grain of sand kicked up by the churning waves.
Sand. That one mystic, Serec, she had placed her hands into one of the pools of water surrounding him, flowing into him, and her magic was converting something. Changing the oncoming effect of the plasma. He was going to get hit, but what mattered was what was hit.
The first spike of plasma hit. A few seconds later there was a heavy thunk and shatter on the ground. A second and third hit and more follow. The offending Mystic, this Cataclysm, would see down and see...arching shards of broken glass?
Jorge smirked and shrugged. "Never heard of fulgurite?"
The plasma hit but instead of electrolysis through water it instead struck sand which Jorge had pumped, thanks to Serena, throughout his body and pushed to the front. Little arching spears of glass fell from the elemental's body, fulgurite, as he thinks of a way to get around this mystic.
Inspired by a former visit to Las Vegas while vacationing with Gemma, pillars of water began to shoot up from the ground, towering high in a circle around the Mystic. Suddenly Jorge, in human form, jumped from his elemental body and setting foot on one pillar, then leaping to the next, and the next, working his way around to the Cataclysm's flank as he summoned water from each pillar to form a massive fist of churning liquid. Only when he was in the mystics blindside did Jorge swing, sending the massive fist flying towards him...sand collected and amassed towards the front.
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The detective stood back as the Mystics who had come in on the humvee were hammered away by others. He didn't know everyone's names but if they were here to defend the mansion then he was grateful. However the calm would not last as another mystic, riding on air and shooting fire, flew into the scene.
This was a heavy hitter.
Jorge did what he could to defending, moving people to safety, dodging incoming fire, but this guy certainly seemed on a new level. Not only that, but he was going all out. With a growl Jorge advanced towards him.
"You sonnavabitch!" He snapped. With each step water burst from underneath pipes, flooding the field where Steel hadn't already frozen. As the water flowed it wrapped around the detective tighter and tighter. Water rose up and followed behind his steps until a near tidal wave stood behind him. "You think you can control what I've spent a lifetime understanding? I'm not some shitty magician, boy!" The water crashed down around him, his body vanishing in the churning waves until it reformed and grew into a titan of an elemental with Jorge's face. "I'm a god!"
Towering upon the lawn, Jorge spread as much water about as he could, dousing fires, protecting others, and trying to hold himself together against the wind and whatever elemental manipulation the mystic had.
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Grateful for the space on the stove, Jorge began to prepare the Migas. After tearing up some tortilla into stripes and cracking several eggs into a small bowl, he sprinkled some oil into a pan and threw in the tortilla and seasoned the stripped bits with salt. He let those crisp in the pan while he beat the eggs and nodded to same.
”Oh yeah, everyone’s doing good,” he said with a nod. ”Gemma and everyone set up at my old place for now but I’m sure Gemma is eager to move back in here to be near the students again.”
It was difficult for her. He knew that. Gemma was an active person who really threw herself into watching over these kids. They needed it and she had a big heart. So when the mansion was destroyed, the first thing after she began to work on getting those kids into places where they could feel safe. That was one of the things he loved about his wife, she had a passion and an energy the world needed more of.
He glanced over as more people began to arrive and gave them all a nod and a smile. ”Thank Shin. I was worried there wouldn’t be enough for everyone but seems everything is brining enough.”
As the new members began to arrive he greeted them with a smile and a hello, but for Carrick he had to arch an eyebrow. Those burritos looked awfully familiar to him. He eyed the griffon for a second before he smirked, gave him a slight nod, and then went back to cooking. A lot has changed.
Once the tortillas were crispy and seasoned enough, there was a hiss as the scrambled up eggs were poured into the pan and Jorge began to mixed the two together. The scent of frying eyes and salted tortillas filled the air as the eggs began to soak into and crust the torn up tortillas. It was a smell that instantly brought him back to his own home. In silence he continued to work, pulling out the ingredients to make his homemade salsa.
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Jorge was in full support of this plan. The trainees had done a lot during what had to be the most terrifying moments of their lives. And while the mansion had been destroyed, in the end, they were successful and it was all thanks to everyone involved. Therefore…it was time. It was time to let some bring trainees into the light and become full-fledged members. However, considering that most of the mansion was still under construction, this fanfare would have to be a little more easy going.
The detective arrived early, already finding Sam cooking up bacon. In his arms Jorge carried a grocery bag of supplies, as well as a couple boxes of doughnuts and boxes of coffee (and hot chocolate). Setting the premade stuff on the counter, Jorge turned and unloaded some eggs and tortillas on the counter, as well as oil, salt, pepper, and some other spices and ingredients. He then turned and nodded to Sam.
”Sam,” he greeted with a smile.”Care to scooch over and open a burner for me?” He asked, procuring a skillet from a cabinet. ”Going to make some Migas and homemade salsa.” A glance at the remains in the bag will reveal tomatoes, cilantro, peppers, and more ingredients. ”Changing some lives today, least they deserve is some homecooked food, right?”
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He blinked at the entrance that Shin made and had to smirk in relief as the airborne mystics were dealt with. He nodded his head to the golden armored man. "You do know how to make an entrance."
Hearing the crackle of that woman's comm in his ear, Jorge nodded as he felt the surge of water flow under his feet. Once the droplets began to hit him, he sighed in thanks. It was an amazing feeling and he chuckled.
Joined on the field with Becca, the detective smirked and nodded to her, suddenly lifting another sheet of water to douse a series of fiery birds flying at him.
He shrugged towards her. "Can't let you all have all the fun, can I?"
After his quip though, he hears the roar of engines followed by a clattering of noise. Gunfire and chanting is heard as Amelia comes on the line, warning them of a bigger attack. With a growl, Jorge starts running.
It doesn't take him long to find the spot where Ami is being overwhelmed. Charging forward, Jorge begins pulling a swirling mass of water behind him. While in front he puts up a moving shield of swirling water. It catches the bullets headed his way but nearly topples when it's surface is frozen by a spell. Jorge shatters that surface for more moving water and again another incantation freezes it. Over and over Jorfe repeats this until he has eyes on the one doing it. Then, just as he hears the incantation reach its end, Jorge suddenly drops the shield and swings his other arm as if pitching a baseball with his entire body. But this was no ball. It was a huge mass of water he had been accumulating behind him that suddenly was thrown forward. Instead of the shield turning to ice, the mass did and thanks to Jorge's momentum flew towards the ambushing party as he ran to Ami's side. Quickly he talked into his comm.
"This is Neptune. I got to Ami. Need extraction or someone to anti-magic the blindess! Now!"
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There is a burst of water in the air. Looking up will discover the MRC detective propelling himself through the air with bursts of water. Carefully he controls his landing until he lands next to CS and pulls his arm up, summoning a wall of water which catches a flying mass of ethereal thorns and diverting them off to the side.
Jorge smirks as he glances to CS. "Already running dry?" He asks. "And here I thought your drip never ran dry..."
Jorge has a couple minor cuts and scratches upon his face, but nothing something he seems overly concerned about.
That is until there is a menacing screech coming from the air. Jorge looks up as a couple of flying mystics appear, weaving arcane symbols in order to summon vortexes of wind upon the duo.
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Jorge It had felt like eons since he had been in action. And maybe it had been. A lot has gone on and the detective found himself away on a lot of cases since the Mystics came in. But now it was more than his job drawing his attention...it was survival.
Standing near the mansion pool, Jorge Cervantes, watched as a pair of mystics flew down and landed on the grass. They smirked as they looked to one another, the anticipation of an easy fight on their faces. The officer smirked.
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"Alright. You're all good cops. This is against protocol but the X-Men have always been there for us. I think it's time we're their for them. You don't have to be here. I won't hold it against you. But if you want out, nows the time."
Earlier Jorge had approached the members of the MRC about this. The X-Men were under attack and they needed help. He wanted to do his part but he wanted them to have the best chance possible. So he asked...and the department answered.
Standing on the driveway up to the mansion, he looks upon several of the other detectives and officers who had made a barricade. Guns drawn or powers activated, they did their best to make a shield Jorge applauded them for it.
"We're with you and the X-Men, Cervantes! Give em hell! We'll do our best to slow them down!" A voice shouted.
Jorge smirked and nodded his head. These were good cops and he hoped he'd seen them again by dawn.
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Rolling his shoulder, Jorge smiled as the two Mystics approached. One wreathed in fire and the other sprouting tentacles from his back, they charge, running around the pool to get at the detective.
Jorge shakes his head. "No running at the pool!"
He swipes his hand and a massive whirlpool of water splashes out and wraps around the fire mage, carrying him away. To the other there is a thunderous step. Jorge and the mage look and watch as a massive water golem climbs out of the pool and instantly grabs the mage, unbothered by the whip like tendrils.
Jorge smirks as the man stands and holds up his radio. "They're coming from all sides, guys. Stay frosty."
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If it wasn’t one thing, it was another. That was how it was with New York City - everything happened here first. One would think that a seasoned police officer would be used to it, but these really weren’t things that you got used to. Possessed Halloween costumes, evil dopplegangers, crazed robots, split realities, it seemed that anything and everything could happen here. How does one prepare for that?
Jorge sat in the War Room, his expression neutral as he listened to Becca’s story. He could feel the shift in the air the second he walked into the room. Being around her and her magnetic abilities left kind of a funny taste in his fillings. It was subtle but just enough for him to recognize when he was around her. Now it was different. There was no odd sensations, no strange taste, just a somber-looking redhead recounting a tale - a tale in which part of herself was taken away with no possibility of return.
It saddened the watermancer, truly it did. But he knew better than to say anything until the right time. In his years working as an officer he dealt with all manner of people who had something taken away from them. It was not his place to say anything until the right moment.
Sam, however, seemed more than willing to step in and speak his mind. Jorge turned to Sam as the ice-mutant visibly grew colder. He was not happy. Becca was talking like she couldn’t be part of the team anymore and Sam was quick to squelch that thought and demanded more information. He wanted a target, someone or thing to direct his anger towards for daring to touch anyone on this team. It was a sentiment that Jorge understood all too well.
”Listen, I...I know I’m the semi-retired member here, and I share the same sentiment as Sam…” Jorge said, looking at Becca but then glanced to the icemancer. ”...but whether or not she stays is her decision, not ours. That being said, whatever you decide do, I doubt the X-invitation will ever expire,” he said as he gave Becca an encouraging smile. ”Of course do whatever you feel is best for you and yours. We’ll support you no matter what.”
He smiled, but Jorge was far from happy. Becca was a cornerstone of the team but he understood her reasoning as to why she would leave. She would have to get used to this new way of life, whatever it may be. That was going to take time, training, and with a family of her own now, there is no telling how that might change her mentality. They were just going to have to wait and see.
But, in the meantime, there was another threat to consider -- the Mystics. Magic had entered the world. The MRC had been receiving strange reports about phenomena happening beyond that of the usually mutation-driven incidents. Some new players had entered the scene and it seemed they were already taking long strides to altering the face of the world as they knew it. What else was new?
Jorge sighed. Maybe he was getting too old for this.
”I’m sure you’ve told us all you can,” Jorge said. ”But with time and processing, hopefully you will remember more, even the smallest bit of info so we can get to the bottom of this. What’s been visited upon you and Kalos, it won’t go unanswered. Promise.”
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His head was sore and he was certain that parts of his body were aching that he didn’t even know he had, but all-in-all, he was alive and breathing. He learned that even on his worst days, if that was all he was left with, then he was doing at least somewhat okay. But looking upon the worried, somewhat relieved, face of his dear wife? That was better. Because he feared the possibility of one day waking up and not seeing her there.
He could see the look in her eyes, the glistening at the corner sand he felt a small, sad smile crossed his lips. God, he hated it when she looked at him like that. Not because it was annoying or anything so crass, but because he hated to make her worried. And right now, he knew exactly what she was worried about.
Sitting up more, Jorge sighed as he reached over, and gently cupped the side of her cheek. He brought her close and kissed her softly on the lips, his forehead pressed against hers. ”I remember, Gem,” he said, following a deep breath. ”I remember all of it. And I’m so...so sorry…”
He could remember it all. He remembered raiding the warehouse, and the cloud of mist that took him over. He remembered the painful transformation and waking up surrounded by surprised officiers. Then there was the trek to the precinct, waiting in the interrogation room, and seeing Gemma.
Then the lie. He remembered the months of lying that she gave him and he closed his eyes. His younger self was so, so angry at her once he found out. But him? Now? He kissed her again.
”You did what you had to,” he said with a understanding nod. ”I get it Gem. I get it.”
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Radical, amazing changes had occurred outside of Jorge Cervantes’ mind. While his consciousness was bathed in the darkness of a torrent of remembrance, his body itself underwent the changes of reverting back to his real age. Hair that was once thick and black began to shorten and spot with silver. His young, muscular frame turned more lean, with a few random dots of age. All-in-all, it was an interesting procedure to watch, the kind which even DocProf would have to take notes on as he hovered over Jorge and watched him with meticulous attention.
When the last of the changes had occurred, it appeared by all accounts that Jorge had merely fallen asleep. All the rest of his vitals were checking out and after a couple hours of close observation, it was deemed to be in his best interests to awaken in familiar surroundings. Thus, the unconscious body of Jorge Cervantes was moved to his shared room with his wife, Gemma Taylor.
It was another couple of hours that Jorge slept. Every once and awhile he would toss or turn, but the actions were attributed to nothing more than a restless sleep. Despite that, the officer continued to sleep on, and on, and on. It wasn’t until the time pressed on to the evening that there was a slight escape of breath and he began to groan.
Ouch. Everything hurt. Jorge didn’t realize it, but the bones and muscles reshaping and returning to original, god-earned form, was a sore process. But for the awakening police detective, it felt more like had been hit by a school bus.
”Uuugh…” he groaned, trying to sit up. His head throbbed. He rubbed the back of his scalp and discovered that rubbing every single hair was akin to jabbing thousands of needles into his brain. ”...what the hell…?”
But as soon as he asked that question, realization dawned on him. He remembered. He was in that warehouse and everything went black. After that, there was a strange conflict of memories. Somewhere his twenties merged into two different records -- one of him being in Miami, and the other living in his apartment here in New York. He knew that was incorrect but a few more seconds of thought and the fog began to clear. Deaged. He had been deaged and had been living the last several months as a twenty-something!
”Gemma…” he whispered to himself. Their fight. His anger. That burst of passion. It all flooded back and immediately he turned, his eyes searching the room. ”Gemma!”
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His lips pressed against hers. For a split second Jorge worried if it was a bad decision, but it felt so absolutely good and...well...right. It was a feeling that expanded tenfold once he felt Gemma start to return the kiss. There was a sigh of found longing, where Jorge had felt he had been on an exhaustive journey and just now seemed to find what it was; and it was this woman.
Arms wrapped around her waist, he lifted the statuesque woman up, planting her on the desk as their kiss grew more passionate. With every second that ticked by, the desire and the familiarity began to build more and more. It was her. She had been what was missing this whole time.
Jorge gulped and felt the waves of frustration burn off of him like steam. All the anger, all the sadness, all the negativity he had felt towards Gemma Taylor had slipped away. Now there was only a desire to be as close to this woman as possible. She was home. She was his wife.
”Gem…” he whispered into her ear, kissing her neck. But as soon as the nickname left, he paused. Gem. He always called her Gem. Ever since they started dating…
Dating...a look filled his eyes as he leaned back, his hands cupping her cheeks as he looked at her. In his deep brown eyes, there was no longer the look of a complete and utter stranger, or a tragically betrayed man; there was the spark of familiarity. And it was a spark that grew in a flash.
”G-Gemma…?” he said, stroking her cheek.
He then recoiled and stumbled backwards in her office. He caught himself on a chair, his hair started to gray, but beyond that, his eyes grew wild. He was remembering.
>>Dog. Behave yourself. >>Lizzie! Stop that...Miss, I am so sorry...I hope she didn’t bother you.
>>Call you tomorrow? Good night Gemma. Have the sweetest of dreams. >>You'd better.
>>I like you. I really do. And I’m hoping you feel the same about me so…what would you think about making this exclusive? I don’t have an interesting in dating anyone else but you… >>So, Detective Cervantes, you got yourself a girlfriend.
>>I should probably leave and let you get some sleep...Sorry. I'm acting like a teenager. >>You…don’t need to go, unless that’s what you want...But I hope you’ll stay.
>>Thank you for having us over for my birthday, Jorge >>"Indeed. Thank you Jorge. >>You both are very welcome.
>>Gemma Taylor, will you grant me the great honor of marrying me? >>Yes...Definitely yes.
>>I…know that…face… >>Jorge!
>>I do. >>I do.
The memories. They were flooding back so fast and so furious that the water-bending detective had no choice but to black out. And so he drifted into the darkness of his repairing mind, while on the outside, the body of the young officer had aged, once again, into the familiar shape of decorated detective, Jorge Cervantes.
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Anger. Confusion. Sadness. Longing. There was a hodgepodge of emotions running through Jorge’s head as he stood there, leaning against the table, his gaze focusing squarely on the woman before him. He was in his twenties. He was living in Miami, Florida. He was a beat cop. And yet all that was apparently untrue. Decades had passed and thanks to the actions of some organization, he was made young and apparently forgot nearly everything that happened after his current memories.
Of those memories forgotten was an entire life that he built in New York City. He was a police detective, a member of the Mutant Related Crimes unit, and on top of all that -- he was married. He had kids. And this woman, the one standing before him, was his wife.
And she had lied to him. When he first was brought to the precinct after the incident, he noted the ring on his finger. He knew he had a wife, a family, out there but no one would talk to him. Gemma Taylor came in, acting like an old friend, one who said nothing about his married life. It had gotten to the point that he figured he was divorced or separated, since the apartment that belonged to him only had enough stuff for one. How could he know otherwise.
For months he was led on; months he was lied to. If anything he should absolutely despise the woman before him but whenever he lifted his gaze, whenever he locked eyes with her, followed the contours of her cheeks, the fullness of her lips, that hate was immediately snuffed out and replaced with longing. He didn’t know her, but something within him did.
And it was maddening.
Her forehead pressed against his. Instinctively he closed his eyes. He inhaled her scent as she offered another apology and permission for him to feel whatever he felt. But it was the last words that hit the hardest: she loved him. She still loved him.
He gulped. His arms drew closer to her sides, hands lifting shakily from the desk before finding purchase on her waist. Their breath intermingled, falling from nervous, unsure lips. He lifted his head, his cheek brushing against hers and, before he knew it, an idea for what to do next popped into his head. All it took was a moment for him to know it was right. If there was any way he was going to find out the truth, it was this.
Eyes closed, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. And it was indeed the sweetest sensation he had ever felt. His grip tightened, he pulled Gemma close, and he kissed her; right and good and square on the lips.
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Jorge didn’t know where to begin. He didn’t mean to scare Gemma when he grumbled and turned to lock her door. This wasn’t going to be some 1-on-1 knuckle fight. He wasn’t that kind of angry at her. It was more emotional than anything else. She lied to him. It was for good reason, sure, but it was a lie that struck deeper than he ever could have imagined. How was he supposed to just forgive that?
Then again, when he looked at her, there was that spark of familiarity. That inclination somewhere in the recesses of his mind that longed for her. Somewhere in the depths of his soul, all he wanted was to draw that woman into his arms, hug her tight, and kiss her lips.
But he didn’t know her...right?
Gemma said her piece. She moved around her desk, leaning against it as she agreed that what she had done was wrong and apologized. He could see the mourning look in her eyes and Jorge found himself breaking more and more each time he looked at her. He grumbled.
He started to pace and before long he found himself standing in front of her, arms crossed, feet shifting, before he finally raised his gaze to meet hers. Behind his eyes there was nothing but conflict.
”I...I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, Gemma,” he said with a tinge of fear in his voice. ”I want to be angry at you. I want to hate you for lying to me for so long…” his lips parted. One of his hands reached out, the fingertips stroking across hers. ”But when I look at you, when I hear your voice…” he sighed shakily. ”...there’s...something.”
He raised his eyes once again to meet her’s. Slowly he leaned in. His eyes followed the contours of her face. The scent she wore, whether soap or perfume, carried with it even more familiarity. He leaned in further, his hands slipping past Gemma’s waist and gripping the edge of the desk she leaned against. There was no escape for either of them now.
A hoarse, somewhat desperate whisper rolled out from between his lips and stroked the side of her cheek. ”W-What do I do?” he whispered desperately. ”I...I don’t know what to do or...feel anymore.”
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Feb 2, 2024 15:45:00 GMT -6
Jorge
Jorge flashed Gemma a small smile. Whether she saw it or not, he didn’t know, as the second they caught one another’s eyes again, his smirk had disappeared and returned to neutrality. Things still felt so awkward. It was easy how quickly he returned to that state whenever he was around her. It seemed that her betrayal, if it could even be called that at this point, managed to twist whatever feelings he was having towards her. But even he, at this time, knew that it was getting harder and harder to maintain.
Yes. He had a reason to be upset. She sat on information about himself and dictated how he would react to it. While he understood her attempts to spare feelings, there was a wife and kids that he could have at least tried to know while going through this insanity. She had no idea how lonely that was.
Then again, she had her own loneliness to deal with.
”Hrm? Oh, yeah, Peter…” Jorge checked into the conversation again. ”...he’s a...he’s good kid. Just dealt a bad hand with no resources. Good thing he’s got this place and people like you to look after him. And...yeah, of course I’ll check on him every chance I get. Thinks my powers are ‘cool’ and hopes to be able to do the same thing with the smoke he produces.”
Jorge had a soft spot for kids. He always did. Whenever he would get called on cases with kids, he was always referenced as being better equipped to handle them. His demeanor and way of speaking with kids often allowed him to get a better understanding of them and guide them through whatever traumatic event they had just witnessed. From what he was able to gather about his older self, it was a talent that had not changed with age.
He watched as she continued to gather the necessary paperwork. He was blanking on any further topics and found himself looking around her office. However, each time his eyes swept the area, they returned to the older, beautiful woman who stood before him. And each time he saw her, he was confused, angry, sad, and mournful all over again. They couldn’t continue like this.
”Damn it,” he grumbled. Turning around he marched towards her door. However, instead of walking out he closed and locked it so they wouldn’t be disturbed. After that he turned back to her. ”We need to talk.” he said firmly. ”Things have been so up in the air, and confusing, and I’m...I’m mad at you, Gemma,” he said. ”And this...whatever what’s going on between us...it...has to stop.”