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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He needed to clean. The apartment itself wasn’t messy, but while Jorge had been living here, trying to remember something about who he was, he hadn’t been doing much in the way of upkeep. Not that he was a messy person. But a couple of plates had piled in the sink and there was a book he had been reading that was lying on the floor for the, what, third day in a row? No, just because he couldn’t remember the person that lived here, didn’t mean he needed to be a slob.
So, today was dedicated to cleaning. He was starting to go being (go back?) to work for the MRC but they were still keeping him on for limited hours. He didn’t have as high a rank than he had supposedly earned before being deaged, but they knew he was a good cop and didn’t want to lose him. So he would be gradually introduced into his former capacity, for however long this phenomena lasted.
Until then, he had an apartment to clean and organize. Today the young officer was dressed in sweatpants and a tank top, moving around his place, dusting, stacking, and generally trying to make the place more presentable. Not that he had any company...save for Ms. Taylor. She still came by.
Ms. Taylor. He was grateful for her help, truly, but it still irked him that she was hiding something. She flat out refused to tell him anymore about whomever he was supposed to be married to. If he was currently married, why was he being kept from his wife? Certainly she, or he, could help him to fill in some places in the decades of years that he was now lacking. It was frustrating, but Jorge didn’t want to push the guidance counselor. She was being so nice and helpful. That last thing he wanted to do was push away one of his only current friends.
Ducked into the closet, Jorge had pulled out a couple of boxes with books that were stacked inside, some paperwork, and random clothing. He was sure he could clear out some of this or at least put them in a better area than the closet floor. Shaking his head, he pulled out a couple of books from a box, flipping through them before he tossed them back inside.
There was a better way to organize all these. Maybe he’d swap out some of the books from the shelf out in the living room? Rotate them out, make things seem a little fresh. He was about to stand when he heard something clink inside the cardboard box. His interest piqued, he investigated and found that there was a slightly smaller metal box inside. A combination lock was attached, securing the box but, surprisingly, he found himself reaching for it and began turning the lock in perfect sequence without stopping.
Click. The lock opened. Huh. Seems some of that muscle memory was lingering. Opening the lid he found, inside, what looked to be some important and/or official looking documents and well as a couple more books. Among them was, surprisingly, his favorite: “Pride and Prejudice”. It was old, worn, and definitely looked well read from the outside. Huh. His hands were poised to flip the book open when a knock came to his door.
Curious, he stood up, walking to the door and grabbing the edge of his tanktop. Lifting it up, exposing his youthful, firm stomach, he dabbed the sweat from his forehead as he opened the door.
”Oh hey Ms. Taylor,” he said with a genuine smile. He tugged his shirt back down. ”Sorry. Cleaning.” he said, referring to his attire. He tilted his head, smirking. ”Home cookin’ day already?” He teased, opening the door for her to enter. ”I appreciate the company, Ms. Taylor, but you don’t have to keep bringing me food. I can assure you, I know dial the fast food restaurant down the street.”
He grinned, closing the door behind her as he took up his book once more and started to move things around so she could have a seat without being accosted by junk.
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It was a good idea, but it was also one that he was extremely surprised by. It has been months since Jorge was returned to his apartment by Gemma Taylor, months that he has had to sit, trying to understand what happened to him. This whole time he has been trying to get back into the swing of some kind of a life but everything just seems so...difficult. By his latest recollection, it’s decades prior to the current date. That made acclimating a...problem.
But, nonetheless, he was doing the best he could. He returned to work, still for the MRC, but he wasn’t handling the case load that apparently he used to handle. He was going to start in a lower capacity, as a junior detective. Amends would be made to his pay to help compensate for the fewer responsibilities, hours, and what happened to him. All in all, as much as he wanted to be upset by the idea that he lost some big titles, he knew that it was for the best. He still needed to find his feet in 2020.
However, that also meant that he needed to find things to do. He couldn’t focus on work all the time and with Ms. Taylor still being a little distant from him, he had to forge some kind of a life. So when he heard about the invitation from Haven to partake in an event for de-aged individuals, he admittedly wrestled with himself on whether or not he should go. After all, he was supposed to be a 50 year-old man who was knocked back into his mid-20s. Then again, it wasn’t as if he remembered those he was that old.
It took some time but eventually he decided that, without a doubt, he needed to start smaller. He wouldn’t attend this party but maybe he would try going out to a bar or some other event where he could try to live things up. You know, to slowly reintroduce himself back into the world. That was probably the safest thing he could do. It was a good plan.
Then that plan was sent hurtling out a window.
He didn’t know what possessed him. Maybe it was the fact that he was heating up the same mac-and-cheese dinner he had been having all week. Maybe it was because he put on the same ghost hunting show that he kept calling ridiculous every time he watched it. But something caused him to change his mind. And that was why he decided to go out after all and take in some time in a hot tub.
Jorge didn’t know anyone here. He felt momentarily out of place when he walked in but after changing into his swim trunks (with thick, blocked off stripes that followed a color palette reminiscent of the ocean), the bare-chested, scruffy-faced police officer started to blend in a bit more. As he passed through the interior, stopping off for a drink at the bar, he soon found (via overhearing) that he wasn’t the first old-timer to apparently find youth again. A man was there, strong, blonde, muscular, who said that he was actually 70 years old . Kudos to him and the young man he walked away with, arm-in-arm.
Smirking and shaking his head, Jorge ordered himself a soda (not wanting to dull his senses too much so early) before he walked away, heading for one of the hot tubs. It was relatively empty so after claiming a corner spot, he steadily slid in and sighed. This wasn’t bad. The water felt nice.
He nodded to the other party goers who were eyeing him and gave them a gentle nod. ”Evening,” he said, before taking a sip of his drink and letting his body soothe and float. Yeah, this felt good.
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Sooooooo, Mods have approved me to post this. I came up with a silly idea, something to help us get through these tough times and imagine something fun for all of us to take part in. If you are intrigued, then continue to read below!
PLOT: Spruce Gotem is 12 years old and absolutely obsessed with Gotchamon. Video games, card games, toys, he has loved them ever since he was really young. Evidence of his passion can be seen in his room, which is decorated with posters, statues, plushies and every sort of merchandise that can be thought up. His obsession has gone so far that he has dubbed himself as the Gotchamon Champion and his four best friends as the Superior Four.
But his life of games and make-believe will come to an end. He has been having terrible headaches of late. Headaches that make his ears split and his eyes roll back in his head. It is during one of these particularly bad headaches that a force is unleashed. His mutant powers activates and there is a ripple sent across the city.
A large chunk of the city is now encapsulated in a giant dome, the likes of which they cannot seem to escape. But do they want to? Because within, reality has begun to fracture and rewrite itself into a world the likes of which you have never seen. It is the world of Gotchamon!
WHERE YOU COME IN: It’s simple. Anyone caught within the psychic, reality warping blast will be affected (including Adapteds) and brought to GotchaWorld!! The section of New York underneath the dome will become the world of Neo Ryok. Within this world, mutants, humans, and adapteds, their powers, skill, and passions, will manifest as a loving and loyal Gotchamon.
What manifests...is up to you!
Is your human a really great fighter? Then a fighting-type Gotchamon will appear. Do they have a red-hot temper? Then a fire-type Gotchamon will appear! The same is said for Adapteds!
Mutants, meanwhile, will have their mutant powers stripped away and, instead, their abilities will take the form of a living, breathing Gotchamon. Example, JORGE CERVANTES is trapped in the blast. He will not be able to manipulate water himself, but his powers will instead manifest as the Gotchamon, Blastoise.
PURPOSE: SLICE OF LIFE: Sign-Up is for those people who just want to run around and make their own stories in the world of GotchaWorld! They can RP with others who’ve signed up, have a bit of fun, battle, train, pretend that Miltanks aren’t being slaughtered for Milburgers, etc!
And that's it! Interested? Sign up below and lets get the game started! Once a few people have signed up, I'll post up the opening solo and you all can go where you please!
SIGN UP FORM: CHARACTER(S): OCCUPATION (in GotchaWorld, i.e., trainer, nurse, Team Booster): GOTCHAMON COMPANION(S):
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Jorge thought he was handling this deaging phenomena fairly well. Sure there were a lot of things he didn’t know or understand. The constant itch of the familiar in the back of his brain but he just couldn’t scratch it. His memories were still a mess, still focused on what he understood as his present, lacking the last several years of his life. But for as traumatic as such a thing would be to, well, anyone, he was handling it fairly well. There was one caveat -- his powers. It seemed that the years that he was missing, he had developed into a far stronger individual than he ever could have imagined.
That was all well and good for the most part. But in Jorge’s situation, and probably many others, he was plopped down into the middle of a maelstrom of powers with very little understanding and a steep learning curve.
One of his new, more interesting abilities, was sensing people near him. It went along with finding sources of water but instead it was the water carried within people themselves. It worked as a sort of echolocation, giving him an idea of who was around and being able to follow or watch out for them.
He knew someone was rounding the corner. As his cart rolled, the items shook and rattled within, his eyes had been drawn away towards a spot on the shelf that wasn’t filled with what should be there. That was when he felt the ping. That source of water that was just on the other side of the shelf. By the time his brain interpreted this information, his head turned back around just in time for his basket to clash heartily against that of another’s
The jolt shook through his arms, causing him to jump and immediately pull his cart back. Without seeing what had fully happened, he uttered his apology, apparently at the same time as the other person.
”No, no,” he said in a comforting tone. ”I’m sure it’s my fault. I was just...a little distracted.”
It was a woman he had bumped into. Luckily it was with her basket and not herself. Given how distracted he had been, he could have easily caused her more harm than some would consider possible. He couldn’t his and her stars and that there was a cart of metal and groceries between them. He then attempted to pull his cart away, to dislodge not only from hers, but the metal shelf as well.
”Are you okay?” he asked with genuine concern. ”You didn’t get hurt, did you?”
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He had to get out of the apartment. The last day or so Jorge had been by himself, pouring over everything in hopes of finding something familiar to him. Photographs, memorabilia, anything that would spark his memories, that would feel familiar. He found a couple things here and there that felt like him, just knick knacks or unconscious behaviors. However they weren't enough to truly feel comfortable. They were just...there.
The guitar he held perfectly in his hands fit like a glove. A well worn copy of "Pride and Prejudice" looked as if it had been read hundreds of times, though he remembered distinctly just buying it for himself brand new. And tons of little examples of muscle memory taking over clued him in that this was his apartment...he just couldn't fully remember it. And that was maddening.
It was like sitting in the house of a group partner that you've been assigned. He knew it was safe. He knew he was okay. But it still felt so off. The only bright spot was the visit he got from Gemma Taylor.
She was...interesting. He didn't know why but of all the strangeness happening in his life, he did feel comfortable with her. When she brought him the files about his powers and his older-than-hell bulldog, Lizzie, it brought a smile to his face. She was clearly a damn good counselor.
But he needed some time alone. He knew he couldn't search with someone looking over his shoulder, especially since she was still not offering up all the information. So he searched. And he searched. And searched. There was nothing but pictures and knick-knacks that offered him vague sensations but nothing concrete.
That was what spurred him out of the apartment. Well, that and his fridge was near empty and the dog food was low. Lizzie, despite her advanced age, was not going to take that lying down.
So here he was, at the corner store, carrying a basket and wandering the aisles. His clothing wasn't his, but some extra clothes that Ms. Taylor had gotten him from the school. Lost-and-found or standard gym wear, he thought. Now he was wearing dark, navy blue sweatpants and a black hoodie with "Chess of Crowns" (a TV show he's never heard of) printed on the back. Luckily no one seemed to say anything. Maybe it wasn't a good enough show to illicit conversation.
Wandering about, Jorge began to wonder if he went to this store often. It was in walking distance. He thought of this while tossing some bacon into his basket with lettuce, bread, cold cuts, and a couple other necessities. Did they know him here? Would they recognize him? Hrm...mutely he continued on, heading for the dog food section when he found himself distracted by a shelve of bagged popcorn. That didn't go there.
Sadly he couldn't celebrate a newly recovered muscle memory for long when he felt his basket thud against another's.
"Oh jeez! I'm sorry," he apologized quickly "Are you okay?"
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The apartment...felt familiar. That wasn’t a lot to go on but it was better than nothing. After he had tossed his stuff into the nearby bowl, an action that felt more like habit than intention, he was filled with a spark of hope. That was a good sign right? It meant that some things were not completely alien to him. Maybe he could allow himself to have some sort of hope after all.
He began to move around the apartment, slowly, eyes following and looking at everything to find some sort of familiarity. There were shelves full of books, a beat-up but comfy looking couch, a few odds and ends, but nothing that outright screamed “personal” information to him. Strange. The one thing he wasn’t finding much of were any personal photographs. It was really more like this was just a stop off for him.
Gemma did say that this apartment was more of a side place for him, that he stayed more often at the Mansion where he conducted his work with the mutant kids. This place was only utilized for getaways and for when he had to work long shifts as it was closer to the precinct. Apparently he had moved most of his stuff over there. Perfect.
He sighed, picking up a random knick-knack. He turned it over in his hands. Looked like a mini palm tree from some hotel in the Caribbean that just said “Congratulations!!” printed on the base. He stared at it blankly before setting it back down.
He turned when Ms. Taylor spoke, stating that she was going to head off, pick up a couple of things for him and bring him back Lizzie. After asking if he needed anything else, he thought for a moment and shook his head.
”No…” he said. ”...but thank you.” After a moment he walked up and gave her a warm, though sad, smile. ”I mean that. Thank you for everything, Gems.”
He leaned in. Just a fraction of an inch. But stopped, a look of confusion momentarily flashing over his expression. He leaned away, eyes fogged over for an instant before he shook it off. He stared at her for a few seconds before he stepped back, offering her an apologetic smile.
”Um, again, thank you,” he said and turned back to the apartment. He had clues to find.
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It really was the weirdest feeling. As he followed Ms. Taylor into the building, ascending the steps one at a time, he kept looking around for anything that would have a flash of recognition. Admittedly there was something there that felt familiar. The number of steps felt right. There was a familiar scent in the air from a neighbor’s door, as if he had that particular brand of cooking before. But that was about it. The finer details were smudged or blurred out. Irritating.
As they climbed higher and higher, they finally stopped on one of the floors. Yeah. This felt right. There was something instinctive about stopping here, but which door was his he couldn’t identify. It was a good thing he had Ms. Taylor here or he’d be wandering about, trying his key on every lock.
”I’m sure I’ll be fine with whatever state,” he said with a sigh. ”So long as there is something familiar.”
He shook his head at the sound of food. Honestly he wasn’t a bit hungry. Now that they were standing outside his apartment, he wanted nothing more but to get in and see if there was anything there to help stir his memory. He was anxious about it. It was just an apartment, his apartment, but what if there was nothing in there he recognized? What if that was filled with ghosts as well?
”Oh, that’s...that’s sweet,” he finally said. ”But I’m not that hungry right now. I just...want to get inside and look around if that’s okay?”
Though he really couldn’t argue with the new close. He saw a photo of himself on his I.D. and the clothes he was wearing now, well, they were a little ill fitting. For someone who was a bit thinner than he was. Apparently he had lost some muscle mass as he got older. Shaking those trivial things away, he waited for Gemma to open the door to his apartment and promptly followed in after her.
The scent was slightly stale. It was like he didn’t live here often. He mused on this and pulled his wallet and badge from his pocket, tossing them into a bowl that was directly next to the door. He started to take a step in...but stopped. Huh. He turned to look at the bowl. He wasn’t even aware that it was there...and yet...he was. It was something so small, but it was habit. It was something from his old life that he remembered. He breathed a small sigh of relief.
He glanced to Ms. Taylor, smiling. ”I guess...that’s a good sign?” he said. Then, closing the door, he stepped in further. Come on, old Jorge Cervantes. It was time to show yourself...
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He smirked a bit sadly. It was a bit of a backhanded comment that he didn’t quite mean to come out the way it did. Obviously she was taking it hard, mumbling that she was better at this kind of stuff. Jorge, though frustrated, lost, and alone, immediately felt remorse for saying it. He turned to her, shaking his head, a look of apology in his eyes as he spoke.
”Oh, please don’t be offended. I...should have phrased that better,” he said. ”Or kept my mouth shut. You’ve been amazing so far.” He sighed deeply and glanced out the window again. They were slowing down. ”Guess I’m lucky to have a friend like you.”
Really how many people going through this had someone understanding to see them through it? Family members would be rocked and spouses would find themselves heartbroken that their significant other couldn’t remember them. He was lucky that Ms. Taylor seemed like a good friend he would keep in his life. Hopefully, whenever things settled down, he would be able to thank her properly.
When asked about his dog, the only name that came to him was Dutchess. She was a golden retriever that had been in the family home since he was a teenager. He often marveled at her longevity but knew that it wasn’t going to last forever. Seeing as he was actually much, much older now (despite his memories) he didn’t hold any ill-will that she had passed.
But Lizzie? Oddly the name had some familiarity to it but he couldn’t see the dog’s face. Ugh, it was just so frustrating. Every time it felt like he had found some clue, some kernel as to who he was supposed to be, it was snatched away, just out of reach. Things seemed and felt familiar but their full context was lost upon him. For a moment he was filled with existential dread that this was it. This was how he was going to live his life? With a sheet draped over his head, just thin enough to allow him to make out shapes in his surrounding world but unable to truly perceive them?
The car came to a stop and he was shaken out of his thoughts. He glanced to Ms. Taylor, smiling meekly and nodding his head. ”I’d like to meet her, yes,” he said. He turned to look out the window again and it dawned that this was their stop. This was his apartment building. Gemma stated as much, saying that they had reached their destination. Numbly he undid his seatbelt, opened the door and stepped outside.
He stood, staring at the building for several seconds. Again he felt that tingle along the edges of his memory, something trying to break through to tell him that he should know this place. And he did, in a way. He just didn’t have the full context of it like with many of the things in his life he should know.
Waiting until Gemma was at his side again, he chewed on his lip and sighed. ”So...this is it...home…” he said. But the tone of his voice was telling. He didn’t fully recognize it. Troubling, of course. Either way, he hoped there were some hints and answers within.
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Jorge wasn’t entirely sure what was going on with Ms. Taylor but he could sense some kind of uneasiness about her as they continued talking. He worried that maybe he had struck the nerve of a topic she didn’t want to discuss but she continued to press on. Still, it wasn’t as if he could read her mind. He wanted to know what was going on with her but he also wanted to have answers to his own questions. Call him selfish but he was slightly more focused on what he was going through.
But he wouldn’t call her out on anything. He hardly knew her and she wasn’t comfortable talking about something, then he wouldn’t make her. Still, it was hard to keep that in mind. She seemed to know him. Knew the man he turned out to be. In what capacity he wasn’t fully sure but they at least seemed to be close friends. Maybe there was some way he was speaking that was making her uncomfortable?
He turned away, his eyes focusing on the streets. He was desperate for something, anything to look familiar. Unfortunately it seemed as if that simply wasn’t the case. The buildings, the people, the storefronts, all of it looked completely alien to him. And that was the most disheartening.
Watching as a couple walked down the street, hand in hand, he listened as Gemma warned him that he was probably going to be facing the worst part of all this. He had things to relearn, bonds to reforge, and the terror of knowing that so much of his life was now gone to him.
He scoffed, taking in a nervous breath. ”Quite the pep talker, huh?” he smirked sadly. But he wouldn’t dwell too long. Instead he focused on her next question. Did he have a dog. He smirked sadly. ”Last weekend…” he stopped himself, paused, and continued. ”Last weekend that I can remember...I saw her at my parent’s house. Dutchess, my golden retriever. But...she was pretty old. If this much time has passed…” he finally turned back to her. ”...I take it she’s not around anymore either?”
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Jorge was quiet as he let the answer mull about in his head. Ten years. He had been living here for the last ten years. Wow. It really seemed as if he lived a life that he had no knowledge of. Of course she could have just been making all this up but given their frank conversation, that didn’t seem very likely. If anything, Gemma had been the most honest one that he has met. On top of that, he trusted her. He didn’t know why but he did and that was a feeling he was willing to follow.
He would have to investigate all this a bit further. From what he had been able to gather so far, he was living here in New York City by himself (save for the spouse she was taking her time telling him about). He was still itching to know more but his head was beginning to hurt with how much information he was taking in. He needed a respite so, instead, inquired after her own life
”Baltimore? Never been but seemed nice,” he said, glancing to her but continuing to look ahead.
He remained silent as she continued. She was hired when she came out here, her natural gifts obviously a use in a school full of mutants with rapidly growing superpowers. He could see the validity in that. However it seemed that this whole mess was something that was happening a lot around her. Her own boss was a victim of this deaging too and now she was one of the few adults left.
Tragic. No wonder she seemed a little emotional. He sighed as he turned to look out the window again.
”Sorry to hear you are under so much stress, Ms. Taylor,” he said empathetically. ”It’s no fun on this end either. Not knowing if the things people are telling you are true or not. Feeling like you are an alien on some unknown planet. But I guess I’m lucky...” He turned to glance at her as she drove. ”...I trust you.”
He then gave her a small, sad, lopsided smile before he faced the street again. None of this looked familiar to him but they were seemingly getting close. He wondered where he lived...and if it would hold further information as to who this older Jorge Cervantes was.
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Jorge was understandably shaken. He wanted to know where his family was. More often than not, they were the only ones who were important to him. They protected him when his mutation developed. They ensure he was safe and encouraged him to pursue whatever life he wanted to pursue. And to learn that one of them had passed, and he couldn’t even remember, was a harsh blow. How do you come back from that?
He didn’t say anything after Ms. Taylor told him that. Instead he partially shut down, stared into the surface of the table and tried to collect his whirling thoughts. He loved his father. He was a good, honest man who worked hard everyday of his life. His tenacity and responsible, yet loving nature, were what inspired Jorge to be the man he was. Who he wanted to be. And now he was gone and he couldn’t even remember what happened.
Vaguely he checked in again when Gemma told him that she could take him home. They would be able to talk more along the way. Quietly he mulled those thoughts over but he responded with a small nod of his head. He didn’t cry. He was too overwhelmed with confusion to really cry, but he knew he didn’t want to be in this room anymore. This would be one of those instances where he would trust a complete stranger with blind faith.
***
The discharge process was simple enough. They took his statement about what he remembered happening, gave him a few of his belongings he had been found with, and entrusted him to Ms. Taylor. Strange how they trusted her so easily. Maybe she really was a good friend of his. The police wouldn’t just send him off with anyone without proof, you know. It added validity to her story that they had been friends, or at least co-workers, in his old life.
The next thing he knew, Jorge found himself in Ms. Taylor’s car, sitting in the passenger seat, looking out the window. New York City. He had always heard about it, seen it in movies, but never thought he would experience it for his own. As the grief for his father began to wane, he glanced back to Gemma, curiosity still tingling at the back of his brain.
”How long have I lived here?” he asked. ”Last I remember I was hired and placed by Miami P.D. about a year ago. Do I...like it here?”
He stopped and shook his head. He was beginning to feel a little selfish now for asking so many questions that he turned to face her.
”I apologize for asking you so many questions about me. I should be asking a bit more about you,” he apologized. ”Why don’t you tell me a little bit more about you? You work at Xavier’s you said? How long?”
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Jorge
Jorge thought he knew his powers. Why wouldn’t he? He had them since he was 15 and it had been a long, hard road for him to achieve the control that he had. Though he often wondered if his abilities would change with time, he wasn’t expecting how much they would change as he grew up. Though he wasn’t fully aware of all his abilities, things just felt stronger. His connection to the water, his ability to see others, the intricacy with which he could control it, it was all mind boggling.
His eyes fell upon Ms. Taylor again as she explained a bit more about the situation. It seemed that those mutants who had been deaged managed to retain their powers, however they had evolved or grown over the years. That was a relief to some, but to others he could see it as being quite problematic. They were being thrust into a new world with abilities that they had little knowledge of possessing. Certainly a terrifying prospect.
He nodded when it was said that a file would be given with everything he had learned to do. If he worked at such a school, he guessed it would make sense for them to have such information on hand. Still, he wondered what else they had on him.
That thought inevitably brought him back to wondering about his family. Who was he, personally, in New York? He knew that he was a cop and a teacher, and clearly there was something else as indicated by the ring he had on him. She seemed so reluctant to answer that. So, instead, he would try to ease into that information by asking the next important questions.
”What of my family?” He asked this cautiously. It has been 26 years to him. So much could have happened. So much could have changed. He watched her, as if trying to gauge her expression as she attempted to answer. ”My parents? My sister? Are they...around?”