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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Yo all!
Jorge here! As you can see I guess I've decided to offer my services to people looking for signatures or avatars or both. Now that my classes are over for the semester, I have a bit more time now. Though June will be busy for me because I am getting married and have a week honeymoon in which I will not be able to post. But, despite all that, I have some time.
So, if you're still with me, and still interested in a sig and/or avatar, let me know!
Here is what I need--
Faceclaim: Text (Name you want used, quote, etc.): Special Request (anything specific you want to see on it):
Now, here's the thing, I tend to work on sigs and avatars only when I feel like it, so sometimes these may take time before I get them out to you. So, please don't prod me. I work on them for fun and when I have the free time.
Also here is a bank of just some of my work so you can see what I am capable of:
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>> “I’m fine,”[/color]
Jorge breathed a sigh of relief. He really was glad that Chase was about. That had to be an absolute nightmare to have to go through. Chase had definitely been scared, that was evident in his eyes, and he looked as if he would collapse, but, he managed to find that inner strength to keep it together. Though Jorge could not blame him a single bit. After all, seeing everything that he saw just now, his mother boyfriend fighting with an extremely dangerous mutant and of course finding out that this same man was also a mutant, must have been a huge shock to him.
Jorge would give him time, of course. He needed it in order gather himself and make peace with everything that he had just witness. God, he hoped that Chase was not emotionally scarred or something from now on because ho his bringing him here. That was the last thing that he wanted to was to damage the boy.n
But as the detective thought this through, suddenly Chase crept closer and wrapped his arms around his waist, hugging him lightly on his side. Jorge looked down and smirked a bit, happily that Chase was okay and, that furthermore, he felt comfortable enough to do that. Jorge wrapped his arm around Chase, keeping his arm on his t-shit as to not affect the boy’s power. It was a surprisingly tender moment for the two. It seemed that maybe, just maybe, Gemma’s plan of getting them to bond had worked.
A quick pat on the back and Chase released him. Suddenly his eyes took on a far more excitable color and the detective had to smirk.
>> “Mama never told me that you’re a mutant! You are a mutant, aren’t you?! Why didn’t you ever tell me?”[/color]
The man chuckled. Chase definitely sounded excitable. He was handling it better than he thought he would; he hoped that it would last. But it was good to see that he was not still terrified and instead his attention seemed to shift on how the hell Jorge had done half the things that he had done, and especially, why he never told him he was a mutant.
“Yes, Chase, I am a mutant,” he confirmed with a nod of his head. “And, I dunno. I guess it just never came up?” he beamed innocently. Then he just sighed and shrugged with a chuckle. “I should have told you, and I apologize. To be honest though,” he leaned in to whisper. “My powers aren’t nearly as cool as yours.”
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>> "Only stupid if it gets you shot."[/color]
Jorge smirked. It was a true commentary. The only things that are stupid are the things that get out shot, especially in his line of work. But Jorge had not voiced this opinion. Instead he turned back to his target. But before he could start again, he noticed, out of the corner of his eye, the man holstering his weapon and leave his stand. For a moment the detective wondered if that was it but he had a feeling that the man was coming over to introduce him.
The detective slipped his own gun into its holster, removed the earmuffs and spied the man walking over to his stand. He was about his same height, short hair and looked like he had been in a battle or two himself. It was obvious the man knew how to fire a gun and he definitely seemed like the type of person who could handle himself in a fight.
Jorge nodded to him as he approached.
>> "Military. 75th Ranger regiment, then moved to C.A.G. fer a little while…I'm Michael."[/color]
He took the offered hand and shook it firmly.
“Nice to meet you, Michael,” he said. “Jorge, NYPD, Mutant Related Crimes division.” He nodded back towards the target range with an impressed grin. “Quite the resume. You definitely learned something from them.”
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Jorge knew that Chase was safe, which was why he did not turn back to check on him. Given the situation, Jorge needed to make sure that Fossey was gotten under control. He had faith that Chase was fine and would continue to believe such even as he boldly stepped towards the enraged mutant who wiped his face, trying to ignore the stinging water every time he opened his eyes. Jorge glared at the beast, though, fist clenched as the spheres of water surrounded and hovered lazily around. It was obvious the man was in no mood…
Fossey snarled and snapped at the empty air as he whirled about, finally peering his eyes open just long enough to get a full view of the man who was advancing on him. It was the image of such, and the fact that he had dropped his last hostage, that immediately put Fossey up against a brick wall. The beast, cornered, and now facing down a powerful looking mutant, bared his fangs defensively.
“Back off, pig! I’ll rip you apart!!”
Jorge narrowed his eyes.
“The only one of us in any serious trouble is you, Fossey. You’ve damaged property, injured others, and now you are making death threats? End this, or I will end it for you!” Jorge implored. He did try his best but it was obvious that he was not reaching the criminal.
Flecks of saliva dripping down from his eyes, eyes panicked and wide with hatred, it did not take the beast long to suddenly decided to put everything he had into attacking the one man, the one being who looked as if he were the cause of all his problems. Lips curling cruelly, Fossey hissed loud as he reared back and back and raised his fists high.
“Last chance,” Jorge warned…
Two fists swiftly fell towards the detective. A quick step back and Jorge managed to dodge, barely, but he was not fast enough to evade being seized by both of his arms by the creature’s extra appendages. Siezed tightly Jorge was lifted up, where he groaned and struggled against his attacker’s grip. But the beast did not relinquish and instead squeezed tight as he raised his free arms to try attacking Jorge again.
“One less pig in the world!!!” he screamed and suddenly slammed both fists directly into Jorge’s head.
SPLAAAASH!!![/b]
Fists struck…but instead of crushing flesh and bone they broke only through water. The momentum of his strike, suddenly hitting water and air also caused him to momentarily lose his balance. As he stumbled forward, one could see that instead of the body of a detective, all he held was the detective’s clothing, which was not empty and void of the body that had once occupied it. There was a sizeable pool of water now on the ground, though. Water that undulated and suddenly sprang into action.
Quickly the water reached out, forming a hand as it gripped the flailing Fossey by the fur of his chest. Suddenly another spout of water, forming a fist shot out and caught Fossey across the jaw. The beast yelped in panic. It was then that the rest of the water formed the raging, water form of an elemental; an elemental that had once been Jorge Cervantes. The detective/elemental sneered as blue shadowed eyes narrowed and the mouth (unable to speak) sneered.
The sneer sent Fossey to make the stupid decision of attacking again, and stupid it was. Fist splashed through water again and suddenly Jorge took the advantage.
PUNCH-SPLASH!! PUNCH-SPLASH!!! PUNCH-SPLASH!!!!
Each of Jorge’s water fists connected, striking the yeti-mutant hard enough to shake his teeth. It was by the third punch that Fossey finally went down like a sack of potatoes. Crumpling, Fossey’s eyes rolled back into his head as unconsciousness took him and he stumbled straight down to the ground. Jorge finally paused, standing there as he made sure that the mutant was down. When he was sure, he gave thumbs up to his fellow officers and collapsed into a puddle that slithered back over to his clothes. He then solidify and took the form of a regular man again.
Quickly the rest of the gathered officers pounced and slapped stronger cuffs on Fossey and hauled him away to one of their more secure holding cells. Meanwhile, Jorge, now returned to human guise, dashed over to Chase and shooed away the water shield he had put up .
“Chase? Are you okay?” he asked, his face full of concern.
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Jorge was running faster than he thought he could run. Everything around him slowed down except for his own body. Vaulting over one of the desks blocking his path to Chase, Jorge landed swiftly onto his feet but not before he picked up a stapler from the desk that he had just slid across. Stapler in hand, since his gun was locked away in his car, Jorge hurled the black and silver stapler with all his might. The office supply missile soared through the air before it collided roughly with the enraged mutant, directly across the bridge of his nose.
“YAAARRRR!!!” the beast growled and screamed. Momentarily blinded, he stopped and flailed just before he got to Jorge’s desk. Few specks of metal that were seen reflecting light from his face immediately showed that at least one or two staples were now digging into the disgusting features of his face.
Taking the opportunity, Jorge stopped at his desk just long enough to reach down and pull Chase out. Not roughly, but just enough to tell him that he needed to get up and get up now. Once Chase was up, Jorge quickly took him and ducked behind a corner, shielding the boy behind his back as his fellow officers raised their guns towards the beast.
“Halt, Fossey!” O’Neil yelled. “Or we ‘WILL’ open fire!!”
“Chase,” Jorge whispered from his crouched position to Chase who was behind him. “Stay here, do not get up for any reason. Do you understand me?”
Once he got a confirmation from the boy, Jorge stood up, weaponless (seemingly) and glared at the wild beast that snarled glared between each of the cops.
Fossey (ironically named) sneered as he glared through squinted eyes. All four fists clenched and shook with rage. His mutation, on top of his appearance, gave him a near unstoppable bloodlust. The man wanted nothing more than the break apart anything in his way. It didn’t matter if they were chairs, doors, or people, he would break them all equally. But that did not mean he did not know how to be shrewd when he wanted to.
His arm, moving faster than they could see, shot out and grabbed one of the fallen officers he had knocked unconscious earlier. One large hand grabbed the man by the face and swung him around so that he used him as a shield. As those pairs of arms did that, another pair snatched another unconscious man he had knocked away.
“You’re not going anywhere, Fossey,” Jorge explained in as demanding a voice as he could. “You’re in the middle of the 18th precinct, MRC division, surrounded by cops know how not to deal with mutants. End this peacefully…” Jorge implored not loosing none of his authoritative voice.
Fossey narrowed his eyes at Jorge, obviously seeing him as the weakest link since he was not armed in any manner possible, that he could see. Jorge though, was not completely unarmed. Underneath his desk, the box of bottled waters, several had been broken open in the commotion and now water was forming a pretty expandable pool of liquid that slowly stretched out. Some even extended out, touching both Jorge’s and Chase’s shoes. Jorge instantly sensed in and clenched his fists.
Fossey, though, was not going to heed any warnings. Jorge was blocking the largest window that led out into the street outside. All he would need to do was go through him to get out. His trail in mind, the mutant snarled as he made his move. A sudden swing of his arm and he sent one unconscious officer hurdling through the air directly into both O’Neil and another officer that had guns trained on him. Both went down into a heap as suddenly Fossey charged directly for Jorge.
The detective didn’t flinch though. Jaw set, eyes focused, Jorge suddenly opened both his hands as the water near both his and Chase’s feet sprang up in answer. The liquid swirled upward in a fast cyclone of liquid that not only wrapped around himself, but Chase as well. The water swirled and spun so fast that Fossey, unprepared, screeched out the second his face touched the spinning liquid. It sloshed and raked across the mutant’s face and sent Fossey screeching as it stung his eyes and made him stumble backward.
Jorge focused as he kept the water shield spinning around Chase before he stepped out of his own and forced the water to form several globes that circled dangerously around him. With that, he moved towards Fossey, leaving Chase protected behind water…
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>> “This is the best! What kind of cool detective stuff do you get to do here? Do you interrogate people?”[/color]
The question rebounded around in his Jorge’s head. He had been all ready to answer it when the perp had been brought into the office to be processed. Instinctive the detective tried to put himself in between that criminal and the boy. Maybe it was not such a good idea to bring Chase here but so far it seemed as if the situation was under control. He trusted his fellow officers so he believed that Chase would be okay, but he did not know how the boy would react to seeing such a terrifying sight.
A glance at Chase and it looked as if he was holding it together. Obviously it was a scary sight, but the young boy seemed to carry himself rather well. His eyes, though, gave way to that fact that he was a little scared. Though Jorge could not interpret the colors, he could see that the boy was anxious. What was why he asked him if he was okay.
>> “He looked mad,”[/color]
Jorge nodded with a smirk.
“That’s what happens when they break the law,” Jorge explained. “But no need to worry about him. He is secure.”
He then smirked as he answered Chase’s earlier question and then moved on to pointing out other things on his desk; simple things like where his pens were, the different files that he had inside of his desk, he even pointed out that Chase could move the mouse around on his computer if he wanted to (all the important files and programs were locked). It was then that he remembered exactly why he was here. Kneeling down, he unlocked and opened his file drawer. Moving through the files, he pulled out a basical, manila folder.
“Hey, Chase. Just hang out here and play solitaire on my computer, okay? I need to give this to a friend of mine. I’ll be two desks behind you, I promise.”
Patting Chase on the shoulder Jorge slipped away, exactly two desks behind his on where an officer by the name of O’Neil was, and handed him the folders. Out of earshot from Chase, the two officers discussed matters pertaining to a case in which Jorge had the files for. As they talked, though, a suddenly sound seemed to pulled the precinct to a stop. Jorge looked up just in time to see down to the other side of the room…where the yeti was being processed.
The mutant had screamed and growled so loud and long that Jorge thought that maybe the beast was in pain. It was then he realized that he was…because he had pulled with all his might and actually broken the PCP grade handcuffs that were slapped onto his wrists. Massive, furry arms free, the beast snarled as he shoved the officer who was processing him away and whipped around, striking the other that was trying to intervene. Flecks of foams splattering from his mouth, the beast hissed and smashed a nearby chair before he set his sights back down to the room, directly with Chase in his path of rampage.
“ARRRRGGH!!! I’M NOT GOING BACK TO PRISON!! YOU PIGS CANNOT STOP ME!!!!”
He then charged. Jorge, wide-eyed, dashed forward as his fellow officers began to draw gun.
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>> “Okay,”
Jorge nodded as he took the lead. The office that he led Chase too was actually pretty nondescript. It looked like any other office; the only difference was that this one had cops running around to and fro. The desks spread out were plain, cheap but effective, many of which had stacks of manila folders, phones, and computers that all flashed the NYPD shield for screen savers. Overhead the florescent lamps flickered; one or two hummed with life but one was obviously in need of a replacement bulb that maintenance had never gotten around to.
All in all, the entire place looked rather drab to most people. To Jorge though, this was his job and, though it definitely needed a good cleaning from time to time (especially dealing with some of the mutants that he needed to deal with), he had respect for it. His fellow officers, some sitting and desks, other wandering and busy on their phones, gave him a quick nod and hello before they continued on with their days.
Jorge smirked as he glanced down at Chase but didn’t say anything. The boy looked as if he was already having a grand time and he did not want to spoil it by explaining anything and crushing the illusion that he had built up. So in silence he led Chase to his desk where he stopped and nodded to it, but only after Chase was done marveling.
“Well, this is my desk,” he said with a smile. “Go on, take a seat,” he said as he pulled out the swivel chair for Chase.
His own desk was just as standard as the other officers. His desk did have a few personal touches that distinctly made it his own. A box was bottled water bottles sat underneath his desk and atop it, was two framed pictures; on his mother, father, and sister, and another of himself and Gemma. And, tucked into the Gemma picture, was a smaller wallet sized picture of Chase that Gemma had given him. Jorge smirked again.
“So, how does it feel to sit in a cop chair?” he asked with a chuckle.
It was just at that point that a throaty grunt was heard. Jorge glanced to the entrance and watched as a pair of officer’s shoved in an OBVIOUS mutant. The large, white, furry mutant, with four arms, growled and bared his fanged teeth at each of the officers that were moving him along. Each of his wrists were handcuffed behind his back but that did not mean he wasn’t still dangerous.
Jorge straightened up as the officers move the mutant to a nearby desk for processing. The detective made sure to block Chase with his body before he turned around to face him. Was that a bit of nervousness he caught on the boy’s face?
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Jorge had asked his question and instantly he could see the look that had dawned over the boy’s face. It looked as if Jorge had struck a nerve, even in his attempts to try to be as vague as possible. For a second there he feared that maybe Michael was going to clam up. The one thing he was here for was to get Michael’s side of the story, but if the boy suddenly became too fearful to talk to him, then what was he supposed to do? He needed Michael to talk otherwise all of this would be for naught.
Thankfully, even though it looked as if Michael was going to suddenly freeze up, he began to talk. Still there was no eye contact between them but Jorge was only glad that the boy was talking.
>> “Things got bad...a-a lot.”
Jorge sighed but he said nothing. He knew this was going to hurt. The boy had escaped a traumatic experience and it was obvious that he was still having painful memories from just trying to recollect them in order to put them into words. But as much as the detective did not want to put Michael through that misery, he knew that he needed him to talk. So, with eyes still focused squarely on the legos, he listened closely and tried to not spook Michael into not talking.
>> “D...daddy and mommy started to fight sometimes about...about keeping me in my room. And daddy blamed...he blamed it on me because I’m not supposed to be born...and then he got real angry sometimes… Things...things were always bad when he came upstairs. A-and...and I was never allowed to leave my room either. But..but daddy said it was my fault.”
His mind flashed with thoughts of the boy’s possible experienced. He tried to remember every word that Michael said so that he would make sure to use them in his report. From everything that was being said, it looked indeed like Michael was the victim in all this. And if this was the case, then there was no way in hell that he was going back to his father. No judge would accept the father’s case.
Michael shifted and looked up at Jorge, for only a split second. But it was enough for Jorge to turn back to the boy and see the hurt behind his eyes. Sympathetic, Jorge sighed and tried to give him a warm and caring smile in response.
He had to choose his next words carefully.
“Michael, do you understand that…he was wrong? Your dad?” Jorge explained. He gently reached into his pocket of his coat and pulled out his wallet. Slowly he opened it so that it revealed his shiny, gold colored badge. Gently he turned it over to show Michael. “You see that? That means I can’t lie. You didn’t do anything wrong, Michael.”
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>> "I'd always go fer the kill with a pistol. I'd rather not add t' the risk of gettin' killed…I guess that makes you the braver of us."
Jorge smirked at the comment. “Or just stupider. I hear that one a lot.”
It was true. Jorge had a distaste for actually taking a suspect’s life. If he could avoid it at any cost, he would, but that did not mean the man was not willing to pull the trigger when it came time to do so.
He still remembered a moment that was so instrumental in this mentality. Back when he was working Vice in Miami. It was a case that provide to be consistently confusing. Suspects were getting drugs in and out of the city without so much as a single whiff of them being caught. For the longest time Jorge’s precinct was in turmoil since they didn’t know what was going on, or how this was happening. It was then that a suspicion was made and Jorge and his partner at the time were called in. There was evidence of a rat in the works and they needed to work together to catch him.
Heh. Little did Jorge realize, until it was too late, that this rat was his own partner. A man that he had beers with, played poker, had he and his ex-wife over for Christmas dinner with his family. He was what Jorge had considered his closest friend. And the man used that to weasel around the law.
It all came to a head one night. Jorge had begun to suspect his partner and followed him to the docks. When the evidence was apparent that he was siding with the criminals, Jorge tried to give him a chance. Guns raised at one another, ultimatums were man, but in the end, Jorge was forced to squeeze the trigger.
The detective shot that man. a man he trusted, straight through the heart. His partner was dead in moments and Jorge had to live with that.
He blinked as he returned to reality with a shake of his head. Bad memories. He may have been foolish man for holding back when he was on the job. But the detective knew that if it ever came down to it, he would stop a suspect…at any cost.
“You have some impressive skills,” Jorge finally commented to the man’s shoot capability. “You in law enforcement? Military?”
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>> “This is soooo cool![/color]
Jorge smirked as he followed the boy into the precinct. To be honest, there was nothing special about the place, at least through Jorge’s eyes. It reminded him a lot of his own precinct back in Miami, except of course, for the division that he now worked in. But to the seasoned detective it was just like any other place and did not seem special in the least. But he was looking at it through his own eyes; who knew exactly what Chase saw when he looked at the old, paper filled desk and the uniformed officers strolling left and right.
The detective followed into the building behind him and steered the boy away from the front desk and bade him to follow behind (of course after Chase signed in and received his visitor’s pass). As he did so, Jorge nodded to a few of the passing officers and greeted various other employees at the precinct. The whole way, Jorge pointed out and explained the main departments of the precinct before he finally moved the boy towards another office.
There, sitting at a front desk that almost guarded the door, was the woman that…Jorge did not always care for; Cynthia…the MRC’s, high-pitched voiced secretary. Idly she sat back, typing on her computer and adjusting her glasses before she turned and caught sight of Jorge.
“Detective Cervantes! There you are!” she screeched, though happily. “O’ Niell has been waiting for that report all day! OH! And who is THIS handsome young man?”
Jorge, decided that it was safe to “HEAR” again, smiled politely at Cynthia.
“Cynthia, this is Chase, my girlfriend’s son. Chase, this is Cynthea, head receptionist for the MRC division.” he explained.
“OH! He is gorgeous!” she beamed. “I know what he needs!” she grinned as she fished around in her desk until she managed to procure a sheet of police badge stickers. Their gold foil gleamed in the light and, were obviously not real badges, but they were the genuine stickers that officers gave out when they showed up at school functions. “Here you go, champ! On the house!” She beamed as she gave her a sheet contain six fairly good sized stickers.
Jorge nodded and thanked Cynthia. Though the woman tried to get them to stay longer, Jorge was quick to steer Chase away. The last thing he wanted was to lose Chase to the gossipy, over chatting woman that the receptionist was. Instead he waved good bye to Cynthia and led Chase down a hall that was littered with wanted posters on both side. The majority of them were, obviously, of mutants. Some had visible mutations that were unmistakable. But the one thing they all had in common was the fact that they were all quite dangerous…and were wanted by the law.
“Okay, Chase,” Jorge said with a nod. “Stay close to me, alright?”
They rounded a corner and suddenly they were in the large, open division of the MRC…
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It was really breaking his heart thinking about what this young boy had gone through. Jorge hated working cases like this when he was back in Miami because it always took so much out of him. It was almost as if just listening to these kids and their horrendous experiences caused him a piece of his soul.
Maybe it did. For a child to have to go through such terrors and not come away from it without a piece of their soul taken away was simply unheard of. Maybe that is what they needed to just come out and tell their stories: maybe they needed just a piece of a the person willing to hear them in order to help them talk. It was like borrowing from one jigsaw puzzle in order to get the entire picture of another; in order to Jorge to understand what any of these kids have gone through, he needed to give away a piece of himself.
If that was what Michael needed in order to relate to Jorge, in order to open up, then so be it. He wanted to help that boy, to keep him as far away from that psychopath who could have harmed him so readily. That was why the detective did his best to not press Michael to talk, but to give him plenty of opportunities to relate his story on his own.
So far…it seemed as if it was working.
>> “My...my leggo. I got it when...when my dad and mom decided that I should stay in my room. And...and things like my Leggo I played played with. Sometimes when things were bad I’d get more leggo, or I’d play with it under my bed sometimes. It was easy to hide under...and...and I played leggo for a long time...and found out the rules.”
Jorge said nothing. Instead he kept his eyes on the leggos and kept trying to build. But it was obvious that the boy’s words had managed to have an effect on him. While concentrating on trying to stick to the pattern, it quickly became apparent that he was having trouble separating the rules from the leggo building and listening to Michael’s story. Normally he would have taken out his pad of paper and pen by now, but he didn’t need to freak the boy out by jotting down his words. Instead, Jorge memorized them as best he could until he could leave the room and jot everything down.
It was not evident to him, though, just how distracted he had gotten with Michael’s words until the boy had managed to crawl over, again and pointed out his mistakes.
>> “It’s messed up again...the blue goes after this one...”
“Oh, sorry about that, Michael,” he said with a warm and apologetic smile. Jorge did his best to undo the pattern until he could fix that one piece he messed up. He then concentrated and continued with the set pattern from there. “You’re very good at remembering the rules. Did…you know…things get ‘bad’…often?”
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Jorge breathed a sigh of relief that he had still the accuracy that he always knew he had. He didn’t know why, maybe he though his skills were getting rusting, maybe he felt like he was trusting his powers too much lately, but it was obvious that he simply wanted a chance to display the skill that he knew that possessed; not for others to fawn over, but simply for himself. He needed to prove to himself that, even as he aged, he was still not as rusty as he probably assumed most people thought he was.
But after the shots had been buried into the target, Jorge suddenly heard the sounds of a man shouting at him.
>> "Nice shooting…Only thing is you haven't insured they're dead yet." [/color]
He smirked. The detective was thankful for the compliment, but what could this person possibly mea—
Two shots hit their own target, straight in the chest, and one again right between the metaphorical eyes. If that had been a real person they would have been dead before they even hit the ground. It was a devastating grouping of shots that Jorge doubted anyone would have survived.
And apparently that was the point…
>> "Gotta blow out the brain stem, a heartless man can still fight fer a few more seconds."[/color]
Jorge nodded, impressed.
“Very true,” he announced back. “But I go…” he raised his gun back to his own targets and fired a pair of shots into each that he had put up. In one target, he aimed for the metaphorical shoulder and into the other, a bit lower to where the hand would be. Though the man squeezed the trigger an amount of four times, only two shots appeared on both targets: one shot for the initial wound, and the other aimed in the direct same spot, barely ripping the paper further. “for disarming shots whenever I can. Alive suspects are more my prerogative. But…you definitely have a point.”
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There was just too much going on. First the detective, Paul, and Shawn had found themselves in one of the castles many chambers where they were being measured for clothing (and judging by the boy looks and batting eyelashes of one of the handmaidens, he was sure he was being flirted with in a medieval manner), then the next thing he knew everyone was being summoned out of the room by a rather boisterous voice. But as he turned to see who the owner of this voice was, after al it couldn’t have been the Duke, he was struck by the sight of the light haired, glowing woman that had stepped into the room.
“Lumen?” was all he could muttered as he watched her with surprise.
It had been months since he had last seen Lumen. She was supposed to have been investigating the missing children cases. What the hell was she doing here? And how did she know Paul? At least that is what he assumed with the way she had ran up and hugged him so tight. The detective was definitely going to be having some questions for her.
But before he could say anything, he stopped and simply listened to the discussion that followed. For whatever reason, the man who had walked in with Lumen was pretty bluntly asking them what their business was here. There was something different about this man though. He was not just some commanding noble. It seemed almost like he could see through their little charade. This was proven when Paul attempted to speak up for Shawn, whom he had never meant, and Shawn attempted to explain what was happening.
Jorge narrowed his eyes but said nothing as the man peered between the three of them. When their eyes locked, though, Jorge began to feel a pressure in the back of his head. The sensation was odd but he didn’t fight it. He had a feeling that if he did it would have only made matters worse. But in that span when the two men looked at each other…there seemed to be some sort of understanding made.
The man narrowed his eyes but nodded at the detective.
Jorge could only nod back in equal respect. They were simply trying to do their jobs.
“Well,” Jorge finally said as he glanced between them all. “This is a cozy gathering, but I hope that there are some answers too?” Unfortunately, before they could get any real answers from either Lumen or the man that had come in with her, there was a knock on the door. When it was opened, Jorge was surprised to see that the women who had taken their measurements had already returned, bearing clothing. They must have already had some on hand and had simply altered them to fit their measurements.
>> "Now if you'll excuse us we need to change." [/color]
Jorge decided that they would keep playing along until they were given the okay not to. He followed one of the handmaidens who had taken his measurements. Handing him his clothes, Jorge, was relieved to see that none of them consisted of tights. That was at least a plus in this scenario. As he looked over the outfit, though, he had to admit that he was impressed with the work. A thick brown coat that was studded in silver and hung with sleeves just a little baggy, but it looked comfortable. The lighter brown pants and thick boots came next, it was all magnificent work. But what was most impressive was the emblem that had been sewed onto the left breast, that of a ferocious boar’s head. These people definitely worked quick and they worked in quality.
Scabbard and belt provided, Jorge sighed as he looked over the materials that had been handed to him. Thoughtfully he looked them over, deciding how this was going to work.
“Everything to your liking, my lord?” the coy handmaiden asked with a bat of the eyes lashes.
“Oh, just fine,” Jorge said with a nod and a friendly smile. “Many thanks,” Jorge said as he pulled off his coat. Subtly he detached his gun holster and glock 9mm in the bundle of his coat. He needed to keep a careful track of that. The last he needed was to leave a handgun in medieval times! Who knew how that was screw up time! But as he set his coat aside, he noticed that the handmaiden was still there, eyeing something on his belt. Jorge glanced down to see that he was still wearing his badge.
“That…is most beautiful,” the maiden said. “But, I thought your emblem was the Boar?”
“Of…my kingdom,” Jorge attempted to explained. “This…is a family crest.”
The maiden smiled as she eyed him. “I’ve…never met a Spaniard before. You are certainly the most handsome I have seen yet.”
Jorge, so not needing this attention, smiled appreciatively and nodded. If that woman’s eyelashes batted any harder she was going to take off! But, thankfully, she left her flirting at just that, flirting and excused herself so that he could dress. He hoped that that would be the end of it…but he doubted it. Anyways, Jorge took the time to dress…
When he finally returned to the rest of the group, Jorge was dressed in an outfit that fit him rather perfectly. Silver sword sheathed in its scabbard, Jorge crossed his arms over his chest as he glanced between them.
“These pants are not really made for boxer shorts,” he grumbled as he adjusted his belt. This was followed a hidden giggle from the gathered handmaidens and he arched a brow. It was that same one that had flirted with him earlier. Great, the last thing he needed was more attention…
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Jorge had done his best with following the pattern that Michael had laid out but for the detective, it was easy to get lost. The pattern was all nicely laid out, and while theoretically it should be easy to follow, the detective did have trouble. He kept glancing at the boy, finding an old bruise here, a healed over scar there, even leggo piece that looked at if it could possibly have had blood on it at some point (or just a spot of ketchup). All of it just proved to be a bit jarring for the detective. He had to wonder just how much pain this boy had seen.
But he was not going to force Michael to clam up by outright asking him about everything. He needed to ease into it. Though he was no child psychologist, the detective had to speak with kids like this before. And every time it broke his heart to see the scars they bore. He could only imagine how horrendous the mental ones could be.
So, he remained in silence, only regarding the boy, offering him a kindly smile or two, as he let the boy help him to make the correct pattern for his own structure. Before long it seemed more like Michael was making the piece, but Jorge let him, only added pieces when he was allowed to so that it fit the structure that Michael was making.
>> “The...the leggo helps calm people down because patterns and numbers and colors are always good for calming things down. It’s easy to be good with Leggo.”
“Really?” Jorge asked with a smile. “It does feel rather calming working with them.”
That was a hint at least. The patterns, the organization, the colors, maybe Michael used these to keep himself calm. He doubted that was just a random bit of information that the boy would suddenly drop out of the blue. But the detective said nothing on the issue. He merely nodded, still impressed by the boy’s work.
>> “Puzzles...puzzles and Leggo just take a long time to learn. It’s not easy to play leggo’s. There’s a lot of rules. Like...like that the color can’t go sideways more than once in the same row.”[/i]
Jorge nodded as he listened to the boy. He went back to playing along with the leggos, trying his best to keep up with following the patterns.
“You are very good at leggos,” Jorge said as he kept his eyes on his own leggo blocks. “Have you, you know, been playing with them for a long time?”