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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Ew! So sorry to hear that Rook! Your health is more important though! take care of yourself and we shall keep a candle lit in the window. Find your way back to us whenever you can.
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Jorge was making the boy uncomfortable. Even he could see that. But this meeting was important and the only thing that Jorge could do was to tread carefully and hope that he didn’t make the boy clam up. He needed him to feel comfortable so Jorge did his best to appear as none threatening as possible. That was why Jorge asked to join the boy in playing with the legos. If he could just get Michael to lower his defenses a little, the detective might be able to get an accurate statement from him.
The burly detective sat once Michael had given him the permission to and cleared up some space. Jorge nodded appreciatively as he slowly lowered himself until he was sitting with his legs crossed on the other side of the legos.
But even as he tried to calm the boy, Jorge could not help but notice the boy’s timid nature. His flinching, his scars, the way he made himself as small as possible. It was truly a tragic thing to see such behavior in a child as young as Michael. Jorge had seen such behavior before. Many a times was he called out on suspected child abuse cases when he was working in Miami and all of them just managed to get to him at a level deeper than he would have liked. Police officers always tried to keep themselves separate, to not get personally involved. Obviously that is not always possible.
Jorge connected and he wanted to help each and every one of these victims that he came across. Michael was no different. He really hoped he would be able to help.
>> “Th..there’s a pattern. You’ve got to go in the order that I go in. It’s white...then green, and then blue and other things like that. It’s all in order anyways.”
The detective nodded as he watched Michael work. He had to admit that the boy certainly had a great sense of symmetry and color. In silence he watched, observed before he finally started his own attempt at building a structure similar to Michael’s. He tried following the color patterns but it was obvious that he was not as adapt at picking out the right colors as Michael was.
He smirked a little when the boy finally glanced up at him and Jorge showed him what he was building.
“I guess I’m just clumsy. I can’t make anything that looks nearly as good as yours, Michael,” Jorge said with a nod. “You do good work.”
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There was commotion behind the door. Jorge could hear the sounds of small feet as it moved back and forth. He was not sure what that meant but he did not want to panic the child by pounding on the door and asking him incessant questions. He needed to take things slow with the boy, especially after everything that he had gone through. Michael needed to view Jorge as a friend. That was the only way that they were going to make any headway in stopping the boy’s monster of a father. He had read the report, and he was not happy.
Hopefully he could confirm things with Michael, enough to accurately relate the story so that the father’s objections to the boy living here could be soundly smashed. But Jorge couldn’t do it alone. He needed Michael to cooperate.
He hoped he didn’t clam up.
But before long, he finally heard the door knob turn and looked down to see a young boy standing in front of him. He was no older than Chase but he looked like he had been through far worse punishments. Jorge sighed but looked sympathetic.
>> “I...I’m Michael.”
He turned and had walked back to his side of the bed where there were some of those lego blocks all set up. Silently the detective followed after him and closed the door behind. The room looked pretty bare, except for that one small corner that Michael occupied. His blocks had been separated by color and as Michael worked, there seemed to be pure decisiveness about which blocks he had picked out.
Carefully Jorge walked up to the boy but did not want to corner him. Instead he merely watched the boy working before he respectfully nodded to the spot on the other side of the lego house he was building, across from him.
“Michael,” Jorge asked gently. “That looks really cool. Mind if I join you?”
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The combination of the water swirling and the rain that fell from the sky made for a pretty awe-inspiring sight. Around the exterior of the water that Jorge had managed to whip up, the lava hissed like an angry reptile the second that it had touched it. Normally this would have done little to stop the flow of lava but the fact that Jorge kept spinning the water and replacing it proved to be a pretty tough barrier against the molten rock. The clouds of steam floated into the air, the water boiled as it spun, but Jorge was not going to back down. No matter how exhausted he was feeling.
Indeed, Jorge was pushing himself to the limits right now. If Gemma saw this, she was more than likely going to kill him when he got home…if he got home. At the moment the mind that was Jorge Cervantes inside the watery elemental could not really conceive if he was going to survive this. All he knew was that it was looking more and more unlikely.
If these were his last moments, then at least he was going out the way he wanted to, saving people.
The water churned and shuttered as his focus began to weaken. The longer he piled more water into his enormous title shield, the weaker that he was getting. But his will to keep going was what made him hold on. Water flow straight from the ocean, spilling onto the spinning shield as molten rock was shock cooled until it actually began to stop moving. Glowing red slowly died down into embers and then into hardened, black rock. People marveled as the sight they beheld. The water managed to sustain itself and the lava piled upon itself as it cooled down.
It was such a beautiful sight to see. But few, if any, bothered to look at the large, watery elemental that churned the waters for them. They didn’t see the form shaking and shuttering to hold itself together, nor the look of absolute pain and exhaust on its face. Jorge was in pain over the amount of strain he felt manipulating that much water. It was so much so that he was sure that he was actually hearing his heart bounding in his ears, even though he was made of water now.
Jorge was beyond his limit now, but still he didn’t stop. Not until he was sure that everyone was safe.
Hardened, black rock now circled around the beach and stopping at the very water line. After it had piled on and cooled do to the combined efforts of Jorge and Cold Steel, lava that was not directly touching water began to take a detour, sliding away and around the people trapped on the beach until it spilled into the ocean and further cooled there. They were saved and the lava would even run its way into the cool waters of the ocean.
The danger down, Jorge slowly let down his guard and willed the water to return to the depths from which he had pulled it. Once it had receded, Jorge eyed the black rock and sighed, thankful that impromptu wall was holding and diverting the rest of the lava flow away. But the second that Jorge took to breath, blackness incased his mind.
The watery sentinel shuddered and began to melt before the eyes of the people on the beach. Water shrunk down and down until it was the size of a normal man again. Once that had occurred, flesh replaced water and a naked Jorge Cervantes fell into the ocean, swallowed by the waves. Unconscious, barely breathing, Jorge sank momentarily before he floated to the top. His body bobbed in water as he drifted left and right…
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The lies! The horrible, stacked upon, LIES! They were growing by the second but the good detective knew that he really didn’t have a choice. They needed to keep their cover or absolutely everything would be ruined. He was not going to spend the rest of his life trapped in another time. They needed to keep surviving until they could at least find an answer of some sort. There had to be a way out. And, with the inclusion of Paul into their little band of merry men, at least that offered some hope; maybe Paul would know something that the rest of them didn’t.
The question was could he really trust the man? After all, he was under a murder investigation before the evidence could not really find anything connecting him to the crime. Jorge would have to gamble one whether or not he could trust the man.
Thankfully Paul was playing along and Shawn said nothing, other than give Jorge a look. It seemed like it was enough to fool the duke and with the rest of the commoners separating, Jorge, Shawn, and Paul were once again led off to the castle.
Jorge had never been in a castle before. Not unless you counted the Princess Castle at Disneyland that he and his sister were dragged to by their parents. But that obviously did not hold the slightest candle to the real thing. The detective marveled at the architecture, the thick blocks of stone, the finely woven tapestries and the thick, wooden doors. The whole building was such a genius example of human ingenuity that Jorge actually found himself a little in awe of the entire place. \
But before they were led too far into the stone hallways, the duke stopped them and signaled for attendants as his soldiers dispersed.
>> "You cannot meet the king looking like that. You change and be presentable before his highness…These ladies will show you to your rooms. They will take your measurements and get you some suitable garbs. Your attire will be ready in moments. Then I shall fetch you and we shall greet the king together."
Before any arguments could be said (why would they argue in their current predicament?), Jorge watched as small group of maidens appeared. It was obvious that they were servants and, with one look, they probably thought that both Jorge and Shawn were quite strange. But as soon as their eyes fell upon the weapons and shield, they gave them a little bit more respect.
>> "I guess we do what he says. Lead on ladies."
Silently they led on, while Jorge followed along. They were being led higher up into the castle, up winding stone steps. The women before them said nothing and Jorge did not dare initiate conversation with the two men that he was walking along with. Not right now. They needed to wait and hopefully compare notes when they were alone. He hoped that the when they were finally led up to the room and allowed to be measured that they would be left alone for some time so that they could actually talk.
Jorge hoped that Paul knew something.
Up they were led and into another cold, stone hallway that was line with flickering torches. Jorge smiled appreciatively at the young ladies that led them on. When they finally came to a halt in front of a pair of large, wooden doors, two of the ladies opened them to reveal a rather lavish chamber. It was elegantly decorated with sitting chairs, large windows, and various other kinds of décor that Jorge could only guess at understanding.
Silently they were beckoned in and measurements began…
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>> “I put a pretty good dent in it.”
Jorge smirked as he looked down at the sandwich that was still in front of Chase. There was still a good half of it left. Still, the boy had actually done a lot more than he had thought he was going to do. Chase ate almost like a bird half the time, which actually forced the detective, anytime he was cooking for Chase, to make sure to give him smaller portions than he normally would. But today the boy had done rather well with the portions that he had been given.
Deciding that that was probably the best that Chase was going to do, Jorge smirked and nodded.
“That you did,” he said with an honest grin. “Go ahead and wrap it up. Then we can head across the street to the precinct.”
Jorge had turned back to his sandwich. There was not a lot left, but still too much to just throw away. Quietly Jorge wrapped the sandwich in what was left over of the butcher paper that it had been wrapped in. When it was wrapped securely, and after making sure that Chase had done the same to his sandwich, Jorge drank the last of his soda proceeded to remove the trash to a nearby waste bin. Once the menial stuff was taken care of, he turned back to Chase with a smile.
“Alright, let’s go,” Jorge said cheerfully.
Stepping out into the warm light of the day, Jorge led the trek to the 18th precinct that lay across the street from the sandwich shop. It was actually a pretty unimpressive building. Tall, beige building, with a couple of cop cars parked up front. The rest of them, and staff parking, were around the corner. Other than that, the building would have been pretty nondescript. No one would have known that the 18th precinct was actually a police station if it were not for the glass doors bearing the NYPD shields, and the sign up front that lit up the word “POLICE”.
Once they had crossed the street, Jorge stopped in front of the building and glanced to Chase.
“Ain’t much to look at, but it’s work,” he smirked. He then stepped forward and pull open the glass door for Chase. “After you.”
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Jorge had laid the sandwiches down. The look on Chase’s face was priceless. Apparently he really did not expect even the child’s meal to be so large. But Jorge knew Gregor, all too well. The man made sandwiches big, no matter what the general consensus on the size was supposed to be. He lived by the code that good food deserved to be served generously. That was why many of the people that left this establishment did so with doggie bags.
It seemed that Chase was going to be joining those ranks rather soon. He nibbled on his sandwich after Jorge had taken his first bite. Instantly the detective sighed. He didn’t know how the man did it, but he always managed to make a damn good sandwich.
>> “This is good…Jorge, do you come here a lot?”[/color]
Jorge nodded with a smirk after he had swallowed. Reaching over he plucked up his can of soda, cracked open the top, and took a sip to help wash down some of the food so that he could talk.
“Pretty often. The guys at the precinct like this place a lot when we have to do all-nighters at the station. They usually ask me to come here to get the food because I know the owner and he gives us all a great discount.” Jorge said with a nod. “Plus it’s right across the street so, convenient.”
Time ticked by slowly but it was not an agonizing effort. They chatted a bit more, chuckled and laughed as they spoke about the events of their day. Slowly they aate their food, heartily, but in the end, neither of them seemed able to finish it, at least Jorge didn’t. He still had another ¼ of his sandwich left. So, he carefully wrapped it up in the paper it had arrived wrapped in, sighed, and turned his attention to Chase.
He sighed contentedly.
“Alright,” Jorge smirked as he eyed Chase and whatever of the sandwich that had been left behind. “You still with me?” He smirked.
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>> "Thanks. But I'm not so sure that that's a good thing. Let's just be careful."
Yup, apparently Shawn was having the same feelings about the whole mess. He really had no idea what to expect anymore because as much as he praised the weapons, he feared that it would draw them far too much attention. One glance of them by the duke and suddenly the man’s whole attitude had changed in their favor. But that led him to wonder…was it their stories he was compelled by? Or simply the silver weapons that would probably be worth a small fortune?
Whatever the case, Jorge tried to wrack his brain to think of some way out of this whole mess. There had to be something that could help them here. They couldn’t have just appeared out of nowhere, with absolutely no way of getting back. It just didn’t make any sense at all.
What they needed was a sign. A sign from God, or whatever higher force was pulling the strings of this mad puppet show, to show them that they were not alone, that there WAS a way out of this.
Then…a monk suddenly appeared before them.
The simply dressed man in a dark robe that announced absolutely no fortune, stood before them and ground the procession to a complete halt. At first Jorge worried that maybe whoever this person was, brazen thief, or something, that wanted to attempt to rob them. Odd for the middle of the city. But as the man lifted back his hood, Jorge saw the last thing that he expected…a familiar face…
>> "My Lord…It's good to see that you have arrived safely. Unfortunately I've been unable to arrange lodging for the night but perhaps you have already managed that?"
Jorge tilted his head. That face. It certainly was familiar but from where? It was obvious not someone from his own life because that would be utterly impossible. Who else would be in this time, and how? But he just could not shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe that this man was someone that he knew.
>> "Sir Cervantes, do you know this monk? If not I can have him removed from our path and send him on his way back to the monastery."
The detective regarded the man closer, scrutinizing every feature of his face from the gap between them…until finally a name popped up. Paul. Paul McCoy. There was absolutely no way that this was the same man…but the look he was giving him. It was as if he were absolutely willing him to remember him. To make that connection.
Jorge would have to take a stab at it…
“Umm…yes…” Jorge responded to the duke with a nod. “This is our third, traveling companion, Paul. I sent him ahead to announce us, but…it seems as if he was unsuccessful. Paul,” Jorge said as he tried to take on a reprimanding tone. “I told you that you could complete your worship later. Lodgings were most important to us at the moment, especially after our run-in with the HIGH[/b]way men we barely managed to escape from?”[/color]
This was such a bad decision. But he couldn’t just abandon Paul. Even if he was suspected of murder at one time…
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Jorge had heard the story from the mansion staff. One of the new students, a child, was a runaway but this boy was apparently being sought after by his father. While normally there was nothing wrong with this, lots of mutant kids runaway from parents because they think they don’t understand, this was an entirely different ballgame, though. This boy, Michael, was found with suspected evidence of abuse. That was why the detective was called in, just to listen to the boy’s side of the story, to see if he could reveal anything about what happened to him, and who did it.
Strolling down the lengths of the mansion halls, detective Jorge Cervantes sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose to release some tension. The detective tried to dress less official-like for the boy. Instead of his usual dark gray suit and coat, Jorge instead opted to wear a dark gray shirt, blue jeans, and his favorite bomber jacket over his thick frame. Around his neck his badge on a chain bounced along with every step, catching the sunlight in just the right angles to send a cascade of colors in all directions.
He sighed as he rolled is neck from side to side, now, to help further relieve some stress. Ever since hearing about this case the man had been in a sort of whirlwind. Not only was it a tragic thing to hear about this child’s possible upbringing, but it killed him because Michael was so close in age to Chase. Recently Jorge had finally started to become very close to the boy and the similarities between Chase’s background and Michael’s was just too much for him to bare. Both runaways, both with abusive parents, it was enough to make the cop wish he could just be left alone with those men for five minutes.
But, alas, he was the law; and he needed uphold it at all costs, despite his personal feelings on the matter. So, taking a calm breath and remembering that there was a lot this boy had gone through, Jorge knew that he was going to have to be both patient and friendly with the boy. If Michael decided to clam up, then there would be little that Jorge could do for him. They needed to remain on speaking terms.
Hopefully the boy would be chatty today.
Checking his watch, he saw that he was exactly on time as he arrived at the door that he was directed to. One breath, two breaths, and Jorge raised his knuckled hand and gently wrapped upon the door.
“Michael?” he asked gently through the door. “My name is Detective Jorge Cervantes? We have a meeting?”
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>> “Nice to meet you, too…May I please have the vegetarian? Except… kid-sized? Please?” [/color]
Mr. Tifka smirked as he looked down at the boy. “Haha, a light eater, are ya? Well that is absolutely no problem. I will get that started for ya, right away!”
Jorge chuckled. “Thanks Gregor!” He then steered Chase off to the side to claim a small table where they could pick up lunch.
Off to the side there was one table that was open and Jorge slid into the seat, Chase across from him, and decided to hunker down in waiting for their lunches. Jorge was actually a little surprised by how good of a day that he was having. Not that he figured that Chase would be a bore or that he was going to hate the child. He had been worried all day that they would never find any common ground to talk about. Thankfully, they managed to find that common ground.
The wait actually not at all as long as one would expect. This deli was surprising fast with their service and before they knew it, Jorge’s order number came up. It took only seconds of him to stand, leave the table, and return with a tray laden with two sandwiches, both of which (even though one was excellent for a junior) were quite hefty.
With a smirk at Chase’s eyes he chuckled as he set the tray down with sandwiches and free sodas.
“Don’t worry, Chase. You don’t have to eat all of it here. We can wrap up what you don’t eat and take it home,” he nodded cheerfully. “Come on, let’s eat,” he said as he nodded to the sandwiches. “Get you all that much more closer to the precinct.”
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The day was long but really it did not feel as boring or irritating as it normally did when he was alone. Having Chase around had helped to elevate some of the boredom and even gave him a chance to chit chat a little with the boy. Apparently the kid’s knowledge of comics was a rather extensive one and once he got onto the topic, he was a chatterbox. It was actually really cool that the boy was opening up a little more to him and it made the detective feel like he did something right for once. After all, he really wanted this relationship to work since he cared about both Gemma and Chase so much.
At least there would not be any bad blood between the two of them.
On top of the kid’s great attitude, he really was a trooper to put up with the plethora of boring errands that he needed to run today. They were dull to say the least: dry cleaners to pick up his suits, grocery store for supplies, bread and bagel shop for some snacks for his co-workers that Cynthia had called and BEGGED him to pick up since she forgot, and a hardware store to get some things he needed for the apartment. And through all of it, Chase didn’t complain once.
He definitely deserved a good lunch for it, which is why he took him to the best little deli secret in town, Front Stage Door Deli. Few people knew of it, but it was a gem of the city. Most of the police force knew that if lunch were going to be bought for the office, they needed to go here. Great sandwiches, excellent portions, and every sort of drink that one could imagine. The place was a heaven send. Thankfully there was not a huge line by the time both he and Chase arrived. As a matter of fact, as the seconds ticked by, they found themselves nearing the front counter closer and closer.
Jorge yawned, as he read the menu, but glanced down to see the excitement in Chase’s eyes.
>> “We get to go to the police department next, right?”[/color]
He smirked and nodded.
“Yup. I can show you around a little bit,” he said with a chuckle. “But first, I’m starving and I’m assuming you are as well.” he then nodded to the large menu that was situated on the wall behind the counter. “So, pick whatever you want, champ. You can’t go wrong with anything here. See, that roast beef sandwich they have is amazing…and their vegetarian sandwiches actually are too bad eith—“
“Next!” a voice bellowed.
Jorge perked up and nodded to the man behind the corner and nodded to Chase. As he walked up to the counter, with Chase at his side, the detective was met with a large, happy grin from the man there, who looked absolutely more than pleased to see Jorge. The two laughed and exchanged quickly introductions.
“Haha! Cervantes! Nice to see you again. Picking up for the precinct again?”
“Nah, just out with my young friend here. Going to grab some lunch,” Jorge said as he patted Chase’s shoulder. “Chase, this is Mr. Gregor Tifka, owner of the best delicatessen in town. Gregor, this is Chase. My girlfriend’s son.”
Tifka, a large, hairy man but with a brilliant smile and a happy aura just chuckled and nodded to Chase. “Nice to meet you boy! You look like a good kid. How about a soda on the house? What you two having?”
Jorge smirked as he nodded. “Roast beef sandwich on Italian herb,” Jorge answered in reference to himself and then nodded to Chase. “Get whatever you like, Chase,” he said warmly.
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>> “Christian Walker? Oh, he’s from Powers!-It’s a, um, comic book. And there are mutants all over the place, they call them powers… and there’s two people, Christian and Deena, they’re cops who investigate cases that involve powers. Kinda like you do.”[/color]
Jorge had to tilt his head a little as he listened to what Chase was saying. This comic book…it actually sounded pretty interesting. Of course he grew up with the normal types of comics, superheroes, monsters, cowboys, etc., but this actually sounded kind of fun. He had noticed a few times when Chase came over that he had his nose buried in a comic book, but he had never really questioned the boy what it was. Simply he didn’t want to intrude on the kid’s personal space.
Chase seemed fine talking about it now, though. It actually made him chuckle a little to hear the passion with which the boy spoke of the comic. Maybe he could get Chase to actually show it to him sometime so he could see what it was like. A cop running around, investigating crimes involving “Powers”; he had to grin because it really did sound so much like his everyday job.
As he climbed out of the car, Jorge slipped his wallet back into his back pocket and made his way around to where Chase was waiting for him. He tilted his as he approached the boy and found him just kind of eyeing him. Then he smirked.
“What?” Jorge asked with a chuckle.
>> “You kind-of look like him. Christian. That’s kinda funny.”[/color]
Jorge smirked.
“Really? Well, maybe that means I too am secretly a superhero,” he said with a deep laugh. Reaching down he patted Chase on the shoulder as he led him to the dry cleaners. “Come on, let’s get the boring stuff over with so we can have some lunch, huh?”