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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Now, Jorge was not like your typical man. He knew how to clean, he knew how to keep his living space tidy and neat. But lately he just didn’t have the time to do so. Things at the precinct had been hectic as much as Jorge wanted to keep everything nice and neat at home, it was simply far too easier to just flop down on the couch and nap. Unfortunately that never lasted long because he was always called in to another case or some emergency down at the precinct.
Today though, today was going to be a day off. With only a couple of errands to run, his plan was to clean up his apartment once he had gotten home for the evening. But then Gemma beat him to the punch.
Once glance at his apartment, which had steadily been on the decline, and Gemma made the decision, she was going to clean. Before he knew it, both he and Chase were ushered out of the apartment and where left standing in the hall as his door was closed and locked behind him. He had the key, but that would not do him much good if Gemma had managed to slide on the chain, which he was fairly certain that she did.
>> “Go bond…I need to clean.”
Jorge blinked at the command. Nervously he reached back and rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a little awkward about leaving Gemma behind to clean his place. After all, that was not her job and that was his home. But…he knew better than to argue with her.
>> “Um… Wh-what just happened?”[/color]
A sigh and Jorge smirked a little nervously as he glanced down to Chase.
“Um…I…think we were locked out of the apartment,” he said with a nod.
He knew that this was more than just a need to clean. Gemma wanted both Jorge and Chase to bond. The kid’s birthday party was fun and every subsequent meeting after that went swimmingly, but Chase and Jorge were never alone together. Gemma had brought this up before, that they needed alone time so that they could get to know each other better and bond. It seemed that now his loving girlfriend, and Chase’s sweet mother, had found the perfect opportunity for them to actually attempt some form of connection. Unfortunately…Jorge really had no idea what to do.
He smirked a little as he glanced at Chase.
“I…guess we can go and do stuff?” he asked. “You…want to help me run some errands? Then, I guess we can pick up some lunch?”
He really did not know what to do. He liked the boy, he really did, but he simply was not sure how Chase really felt about him. Sure he had gotten him a birthday gift, and they watched TV, and shared various other activities with each other but they were always under the Gemma’s watchful eye. Never had they really been alone. What if Chase was only fronting for Gemma’s sake? The detective guessed that today would be the day to find out.
A smile, and he nodded to Chase, waiting for his response. Today…was certainly going to be an adventure…
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Jorge sighed. Part of him really, really wanted to believe that what he was looking at was just a mirage. But as time ticked away, it became sorely evident that that was not the case anymore. This had to be real. The longer he stood there, the longer he felt the breeze brush across his cheeks, felt the solid ground beneath his feet, and felt the weariness in his bones, the surer he was that none of this was false. For whatever reason, in whatever manner, it became sorely evident that he and Shawn had been hurtled across time and space.
And they needed to figure out what the hell to do from here on out. Blending in was probably their best option. They needed to make sure that they did not stick out too much or they could draw a lot of unnecessary attention to themselves.
>> "Good idea. But... Where the hell are we going to get medieval clothes. I don't know about you but all I've got on me is like 10 bucks and...And a credit card. Somehow I doubt they take credit here." [/color]
He sighed and nodded.
“You do have a point. I doubt they would take any currency that we now have,” he grumbled. “Where’s a sack of gold or silver when you need one?” he sighed. “Well, maybe we can find something hanging on a clothesline? Not that I want to be a thief, but, desperate times and all…”
A quick nod to Shawn and he began to make way towards the castle. It was really their only hope for find help of any kind.
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Water. It was such a powerful force. A force that can never truly be contained because of the sheer volume and rage it can possess when it is provoked. But Jorge Cervantes, he knew water. He knew water because he felt a special connection to it. A connection that allowed him to bend it to his will but only in the most respectful of manners. Then that connection grew deeper when his powers evolved to the point that he could actually become that very element that he so trusted. It allowed him to perceive it in a way that he had never seen it before. He felt part of it, and it was part of him.
It was this mentality that Jorge took with him when he shifted into a being of pure water and let himself fall in the churning ocean below. It was madness to do such a thing since he still did not have full control over his power. Holding onto the water form and keeping him from falling apart was exceedingly difficult and that was just on dry land. Here he was throwing himself into a large, churning ocean where he could easily lose himself in his element.
But my some miracle or sheer force of will, Jorge managed to hang on. He held onto himself as he exerted his control of the wild element that surrounded him on all sides. It took control, it took mastery, but finally, Jorge managed to get enough of a foothold into the element to ask for its assistance.
Please…listen to me… he thought.
Whether he was talking to the water, to God, or just to his mutation, Jorge didn’t know. All he knew was that he needed to ask for help. And in the end, that was exactly what he had received. The water connected with him, and more and more of it began to listen to his heed. It was enough for Jorge to force himself to rise out of the water as a entity, a being of water itself. It looked as if an old god from the very dredges of the ocean was awakening from his millennia of sleep.
Towering next to the shore, Jorge, in his watery form, opened his eyes as he felt his mind connecting with the multitude of water that surged around him. Fists gripped, he caused as massive whirlpool to whip around him as he stared ahead. Through the watery veil in front of his eyes, he watched as the people slid down to the beach, cowering from the oncoming lava and marveling at the vision that Jorge made. But the detective did not just stand there, looking impressive. He soon broke into action.
Fists clenched, suddenly the water elemental raised his arms, in an almost praise-like way, and instantly the water of the very ocean itself sprang to the call. It swirled up and above, spinning around him in a massive wave that looked dangerous because of its fury, but released a riot of colors as the sunlight shined through each droplet.
With a thunderous road, Jorge suddenly shot both of his hands forward and the water from the ocean spilled onto the beach with a loud CRASH! People screamed and recoiled but soon they realized that the water was not coming towards them at all. Instead, thanks to Jorge’s manipulation, it skirted right past them and flew to the very farthest that he could push it. Once he was close to his limit, Jorge concentrated his hardest and swept out with both of his hands.
He bellowed, loud, in his watery form as he felt the strain of connecting with so much water but he did not shy away. Despite the exhaustion, despite the sheer pain, he fought through it pulled as much water as he could and raised it up so that it began to spin. It was slow at first, barely noticeably, but as the lava flowed closer, suddenly Jorge raised the water so that it formed a swift moving, defensively shield around not only the people on the beach, but the beach itself.
Limbs shaking, water droplets falling to the ground, Jorge spun and spun the tidal shield that he had managed to place on the land. Water churned faster and faster, protecting those people on land with a mist of shedding water and a kaleidoscope of color. The second the water met lava, an angry hiss filled the air. But Jorge did not stop. More and more water he pulled from the ocean as he kept the water spinning and the barrier up.
He was going to save these people…even at the cost of his life…
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>> "Yo use some break lights if your going to stop suddenly like that."[/color]
The words fell on deaf ears for Jorge Cervantes. The man stood there, staring at the impossible; a huge, medieval castle loomed in the distance ahead of him. He barely felt Shawn anymore, or any sense of who he was. Instead his mind warped into overdrive as he tried to make heads or tails of the situation. The man had never seen a castle in real life but she sure as hell knew that whatever that structure was ahead of them, it was not something that a bunch of LARPers paid for. That was simply too much to comprehend of.
The detective shook his head as he looked far ahead. He could see the tiny dots of people as they marched the ramparts, even those that were walking around outside the massive gates of the structure. It really was just….he didn’t have words anymore…
>> "Hey this may sound like a dumb question but what year do you think it is?"[/color]
Jorge blinked as he tried to make sense of what Shawn was asking him. The year? Obviously, he knew that. It was 2012. But looking at the castle with the people running around it, he had an inkling of what Shawn was trying to suggest.
Time travel? he thought to himself. There…but…it was impossible…right?
He shook his head in response to the X-man’s question.
>> "Is...is that what I think it is?"[/color]
“If you’re thinking you are looking at a castle, then yes, I’d think we’re on the same page.” he replied as he just continued to gawk at the image.
Jorge had seen movies like this, hadn’t he? Some unsuspecting person or a mad scientist or kid gets transporting into the past for whatever reason? Wasn’t one of the rules that you are not supposed to touch anything? The detective had read H.G. Wells’ The Time Machine, though that novel did not involve traveling back in time, only forward. But what if something he did in the past had grave ramifications to the future? There were just too many unknowns for him to feel comfortable, but it was not like they could just sit here on their hands.
>> "Maybe we should go in and see if anyone can offer us some help."[/color]
The detective sighed. He wished that he knew if the rules of time travel were definite or not. Though some small part of him wanted to remain skeptical, he knew that as the minutes ticked on that h3 had to accept the truth…maybe, just maybe they really were in the past. After all, if he could control water and Shawn here could coat himself in silver, who’s to say that some mutant cannot time travel? It would explain a lot.
Finally he just nodded to Shawn.
“Yeah…maybe you are right,” he said with a nod. Then he noticed their clothes. Those bandits had made some comments that made them stick out like a sore thumb. How would an entire castle and village react to seeing them? “Maybe…um…I dunno, maybe we should find clothes, something so that we don’t stick out so much.”
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Awww Yaaays! Nesting Ghosty is here...well...sort of! More like a wandering nesting Ghosty! Congrats you! Many well wishes, joys and happy health to you and your growing family!
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>> "Just be glad that it's only the shirt that has holes in it and not you."[/color]
“You have a point there,” the detective agreed.
Jorge had to nod and agree with that statement. That was definitely one of the bright ways of looking at the situation. Since meeting that group, Jorge had simply assumed that they were a just a bunch of roleplayers, or something. The second that they had raised their arrows to him, though, he knew that something had to be off. He wanted to assume that they were merely plastic, that they were just carrying their game of pretend too far and that they were going to be hit with the solid reality of attacking a cop at any second.
But instead…the arrows flew. The last second Jorge took the caution of turning himself into water, just for precautionary reasons; and it was a damn good thing he did. Shawn was right, if he had not had listened to that little voice in the back of his head that was telling him that something was wrong, Jorge was sure that he would be dead now.
He shook his head as he glanced at his shirt once again. Arrests would most definitely be happening.
Onward they continued, stalking through the path. Jorge knew that moving was dangerous, especially when they were somewhere that they did not know. Remaining still made it easier for them to be found, but the last thing that either of them wanted was to be found by that crazed group of bandits again. So moving was their only option and the detective hoped that they could stumble upon something, anything that was useful.
Jorge sighed as he stalked up a small hill that the road roamed over. As he took the lead, he heard Shawn behind him…
>> "Any ideas what city we may actually have ended up in?" [/color]
Jorge shook his head. “I have no clue.” he admitted as he climbed to the top of the hill and turned away from looking at Shawn to survey their new landscape. “All I know for sure is—“
There was only stunned silence on his lips. He looked forward, momentarily completely forgetting that Shawn had been here at all, and simply could not believe what he was looking at. The road wound onward, through the fields of green before it paused on what he could only describe as a medieval settlement. Tall, stone walls surrounded the settlement of cheap houses while men in armor stood guard. The most shocking of all was that past all of the small, homemade homes, and stone structures, Jorge could see the tall, faded view of a massive castle with flags (each carrying the same coat-of-arms) wavering from its ramparts.
“You’ve…got…to be…kidding me…” Jorge muttered in a dumbfounded manner. All this was getting weird…to worse…
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Shawn looked to be just as confused about the situation as he was. How could be blame him? From what they remembered, mere moments ago they were both sitting at a bar, joking and talking when suddenly their worlds flipped upside down and they found themselves here. Shawn said it was the mid-west, Jorge heard the bandit leader say it was the England. The detective really had no idea which option to believe. All he knew was that when he looked up…it didn’t look like the skies above New York, Miami, or even California. This sky was different some how…
He glanced to Shawn and the X-Man seemed just as unsure as he was. But there was little they would accomplish just standing still.
The arrow was handed back…with the knowledge that it was the real deal. Jorge shook his head as he looked up to where the bandits had run off. They had REALLY just tried to kill him. If it had not been for his water form, he probably would be dead right now, riddled with a volley of arrows in his chest.
The whole thing was just getting too weird. These people, they really seemed to have no idea that he was a mutant, nor that he was a police officer and you simply don’t fire arrows at a police officer. The whole situation was giving him a very, eerie feeling.
>> "Ya let's get out of here before Robin Hood and his not so merry men come back." [/color]
Jorge nodded.
“Why don’t we try the other direction? That way, we won’t have to worry about running into them straight off,” Jorge explained as he turned in the opposite direction that the bandits had gone. If there was one thing he was not in the mood for, it was running into that lot again anytime soon.
Jorge sighed as he began to march in the other direction with Shawn at his side. It was odd, not hearing the ambient noise of civilization. It was truly like being isolated. He hoped that the next group of people they ran into was not going to be more LARPers.
As he walked, he arched his brow curiously as he felt more air flow than normal on his person. He glanced down and thought he saw a glimmer of grass through his clothing. He paused in his walking and pulled his shirt up to get a closer look. It was then that he sighed and muttered under his breath. Holding up the edge of his shirt, he showed Shawn the several holes that had been torn through thanks to volley of arrows that had been unleashed upon him.
“Can you believe this?” he asked as he dropped the edge of his shirt and shook his head, continuing the march on. “I’m so arresting someone…”
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The menacing water elemental watched as the gathering of bandits screamed and ran away from him. Jorge was not surprised since he was sure that he made quite an intimidating sight. Though he wished that one or two of them had managed to stay long enough for them to at least be able to learn what the hell was going on. All he was able to gather was that they really acted like he was part of this roleplay, renaissance faire type thing, and that they accused him of not realizing that they actually were in England. But that was crazy, right? How could he get to England and not realize it?
He let the thoughts pass as he continued to gurgle menacingly until the bandits were completely gone from sight. Once they were, and a moment or two passed, he heard Shawn laughing off to his side.
>> "Alright Jorge I think were good man you can come back to normal."[/color]
The large, watery head nodded as he pulled himself back to a smaller stature and focused. A second passed as the water took on a more solid shape before the crystal clear man that once stood there became dark with flesh colored tones. Before long Jorge had returned to his normal, human appearance…sans clothing.
Thankfully he had shifted back to human form a little behind Shawn and quickly grabbed his pants and slipped them on. He really, really needed to learn how to start shifting his clothes into water as well. Once his pants and shoes were on, Jorge relaxed a bit as he strolled over to Shawn’s side and started to button up his shirt again…
>> "Ya know they never answered my question. I still have no idea what's going on." [/color]
Jorge shook his head, a small grin on his face from the fact that he had still managed to scare the hell out of that group.
“I talked with that leader a little but…none of it made sense,” Jorge explained. “He said that we were in England and then he just kept going on about under which ‘crown’ I served. It’s like they were really into this Renaissance Faire deal, you know?”
As he said this, he stepped back to realize his foot was jabbing against something that was stuck fast into the ground. Tilted his head, he glanced over to see that he was staring at a large arrow that was embedded there, one of the ones that the bandits had attempted to skewer him with. Leaning down, he plucked it out of the ground and arched a brow as he looked it over.
Damn…it really…really looked authentic.
He held the wooden shaft up, twirled it and watched the sun above his head reflect its rays off the polished metal that made the arrow head. Confused, he held it out for Shawn to inspect, if he wanted to.
“I…think maybe we should get walking,” Jorge said as he pulled out his cell phone again. Again…still not reception. “There has to be other people besides that fun little group. Maybe…I dunno…maybe someone will know what’s going on…”
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>> "Merlin's bead! He's a sorcerer!"
Jorge grinned in his water form as he swirled and towered near the terrified men and their notched arrows. He didn’t know why he found this funny. It was as if these people had never seen a mutant before. But even if, why were they dressed like this and carrying around such crude weaponry? It was as if they really were stuck playing out some medieval characters out of some Monsters and Mazes roleplay or something.
The detective had heard of LARPing before but these people were simply carrying things too far.
Unable to speak in his watery form, the detective simply tried his best to play the part of an intimidating creature. The water swirled and splashed all around him but quickly slithered back in an attempt to stay attached to his body. His cold, blue gaps for eyes peered between each man, willing them to try attacking him again.
Yeah, these guys were SO under arrest.
But before any move could be made, a sudden and familiar voice bellowed out from the woods behind him…
>> " What is going on here?!"[/color]
>> "We were just having a little chat with your finely dressed friend here. And I see your just as exquisitely dressed. Must be a fair bit of gold in your purse too me thinks."
Jorge glanced over to see Shawn had arrived on the scene. So, the X-Man was actually carried away with him? Interesting turn of events. The last he remembered Shawn was seating next to him at the bar, enjoying some conversation when that strange sensation over took him. He wondered if Shawn too had been the victim of some drugging, and if so, why were they carried all the way over to England? If he even was in England. After all, bandits were supposed to be liars, correct?
Turning back to the conversation, Jorge watched as the men still had their arrows notched and aiming them all directly at both him and Shawn now. Though a smart man would have run away at the sight of a being made completely out of water, it was obvious that these were not exactly geniuses. The only thing they could focus on was the drooling thought of money.
Damn fools, Jorge thought as he began to stretch to his full height. Thankfully the water was able to stretch must making him look that much taller and that much more intimidating.
The water gurgled in a growling type sound as it bubbled around his throat.
>> "Haven't you noticed that you didn't hurt my friend at all? What makes you think that I will be intimidated by you or your archers either? But seeing as you folks have failed to see that you we're dealing with the greatest sorcerer in the whole world maybe I shouldn't stop him from sending you all to the see Davy Jones."[/color]
If water had eyebrows, it arched at the moment. Jorge glanced over his shoulder at Shawn and tried to stifle back a chuckle (or, in this case, a gurgle). Davy Jones? Greatest Sorcerer? It seemed like someone was watching too many movies. But the detective didn’t say anything, and not just because he couldn’t. It was obviously that whoever these people were, they were completely deluisional.
Playing along, Jorge leaned menacingly forward, the water churning and swirling within him to dangerous levels. Suddenly he pounded the dirt before the leader’s feet and let out another loud gurgle.
It was with that the bandits screamed and began to run.
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Jorge sighed as he looked around the trees and hill. Several men were surrounding him, maybe five or six in total, all of which had arrows notched and aimed in his direction. It was really not the type of predicament that Jorge wanted to be in. He was confused, he didn’t know what was going on, and judging by the looks of these men, they were not play acting. Those arrows looked real enough but seriously, what the hell was going on? Why was he in the wild with several renaissance dressed men, all with murderous intent in their eyes.
Jorge narrowed his gaze as he kept his gun trained on the leader. His gaze glanced from left to right but he saw really no way out of this problem. At least no way that he was happy with.
“Which crown do you owe allegiance to, Spaniard?” the man in red grinned.
Jorge did not show any fear in his eyes. Instead he kept the gun trained on the leader of this band of thieves while he tried to think of something that would help him.
“Sorry, never been to England,” Jorge replied. “Especially not if people like you are from there.”
A look of confusion washed over the men’s faces as they looked and muttered to each other. Before long they began to laugh heartily, to the point that Jorge felt only partially offended. He didn’t think he had said anything that funny, but for some reason they were just laughing hysterically.
It was then that the leader just grinned and shook his head.
“Hear that, boys? It looks as if we stumbled upon an out right drunkard! Bwa hahahaha!” the leader chuckled. “Spaniard, how much ale have you had? Do you not even know WHERE you are?”
It was Jorge’s turn to be confused. He lifted his gaze to the man, his gun lowering just a little as he let the words sink it. At first he found it odd that they were accusing him of not realizing that he was in England. But it was then that he started to realize that something must have happened back at the restaurant. For whatever reason, Jorge was in England. The looks on their faces and the sounds of their laughter was all the proof he needed to accept this as fact.
“England…”
But before he would think too hard on the issue, suddenly there was the sight of movement out of the corner of his eye. Something swift and shiny sliced through the air before suddenly embedding between himself at the leader of the band of cutthroats.
For a second Jorge believed that maybe one of the bandits had accidentally fired early. But one look at the arrow showed that it shimmered and reflected quite brightly…like silver.
“What in the world…?” he started to say.
“Oi! Who have you got watching your back side?!” the leader shouted as he instantly drew his sword. “Tell them to back off! Or we’ll make sure each and every arrow is driven into your belly!”
“If I knew who they were, I would gladly do so,” Jorge replied. Talking was going to get them nowhere. It was obvious they didn’t believe that he was threatening enough so maybe…he would have to try something a little more drastic.
“Five seconds, Spaniard! Call your archers off or you shall die in their stead!”
Jorge closed his eyes and concentrated as quickly and as hard as he could. He let the sound of rushing waters and the feeling of ocean spray fill his mind. Instantly he could already feel the liquid taking over his body, the water form that wanted to be unleashed…
“Fire!” the leader shouted.
The first couple of arrows flew and Jorge heard the tear of his clothing, felt the initial piercing, but then felt nothing as each arrow simply displaced water in the shape of a man. Jorge smirked to himself as he opened his eyes. Quickly his clothes fell off of his form as a new, watery creature now stood where his body had once men. The constantly, swirling mass of liquid made him sound like walking tidal wave but Jorge only grinned as he looked between the now terrified men who readied themselves to reload.
He’d put the fear of god in them yet. But he hoped that whoever it was that had shot the arrow would appear so he did not harm him in the process…
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Disney movies…they could be quite disturbing. Ranging from African animals acting out Hamlet all the way to classic fairy tales brought to like with a animated twist. All of it was done with a nice, jaunty tune and the animation could be very impressive to look at, but that did not hide the fact that Jorge was surprised by the very deep issues that they always managed to sneak into it. Take this movie, Finding Nemo for example. Fish father and fish son get separated, spend the length of the movie trying to get back to one another, challenging unknown dangers.
It was interesting but still, the cop mode in him was picking out the crimes that were happening left and right: Animal endangerment, kidnapping, assault, etc., the list just went on!
But the detective said nothing. Instead, with his arm wrapped around Gemma’s shoulders, he glanced over to see Chase enraptured by the whole movie. It was halfway through before he realized what exactly he was looking at…a family. The thought made his heart soar for a few seconds before he smiled a little stupidly and went back to watching the movie.
By the time it was over, everyone had been enraptured. Even Jorge, despite picking out the “crimes”, had gotten pretty enthralled. The movie was good, from what he could see Chase seemed to enjoy it, and now it was time for the next phase of the party to begin.
Leaning in, he whispered into Gemma’s ear while the boy was busy with Lizzie (who know demanded full attention now that the movie was over.).
“Hey, why don’t you start to set up Chase’s cake so that I can get his presents all ready?”[/i] he whispered. He was actually excited to see Chase open his gift. He really hoped that the boy liked them…
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Jorge
Jorge groaned as he stood, peering into the distance and trying to figure out exactly what had happened to him. He really had no clue what was going on. Just one look at his surroundings and it was clear that he was not in New York, or any part thereof. The buildings were gone, the ambient noise was pure nature, and every just felt so…clean. He was picking up traces of water in nearly every direction and all of it was cleaner than he had felt in years. Jorge simply could not understand what was going on.
Rubbing his sore back, Jorge turned left, turned right, and saw absolutely no one. The only sign of civilization was the well worn dirt road to the side and nothing else. That seemed just a little surprising that there would be so little signs of actually living people around. Humans were everywhere. What, was he thrown into some eco-sphere or something?
“Hello!” he shouted to the horizon.
The only answer he received was the twittering of birds in far off trees. He had never before felt so completely and utterly isolated. It was almost as if he was on another world entirely.
Pulling his cell phone from his pocket, Jorge checked the reception…and found that there was absolutely none. He tucked the phone back into his pocket as he peered down the length of the road and shrugged, finally deciding to walk. He was not going to get anywhere just standing around. Hopefully he could find someone, anyone that would be able to tell him where he was.
The sun beat warmly upon his brow but the cool breeze that flew across his cheeks cancelled out any of the heat he should have felt. He really did not understand it but he felt so invigorated by the world around. He didn’t fully understand why but it was a feeling that he was more than happy to accept. And he would have continued to have felt that way if it were not for the sudden feeling of being watched.
A glance off to the side and he found the source of his being watched…a rather large man in a red coat and tattered pants. The odd thing about his clothing was that it did not look at all like it was from this century. As a matter of fact, he almost looked as if he had stepped out of some Renaissance Fair or something. He twirled his mustache and rested his hand on a sword at lay against his hip.
“Dios Mio…” he muttered as he watched the man slowly advance on him. “Hello there,” Jorge said suspiciously. He could still feel his gun in its holster pressed against his hip. He prayed this guy was not just about to get violent.
“’Ello, Spaniard!” the man bellowed with a cackling grin. “You seem very far from your own shores. And by your lonesome.”
Jorge was already not liking where this was going. He tried to feel out usable sources of water but sadly there was nothing close enough or sufficient enough for him to use. Subtly he slipped into a more ready position so he could grab his gun if need be.
“Such…amusing garb you wear,” the man announced as he eyed Jorge up and down. “Must have cost a fair amount of gold. Me thinks you…have a heavy purse…”
Out the sword was drawn.
Quickly Jorge reached into his coat and pulled his standard issue glock 9mm. He held the gun at the ready and pointed directly at the man. He had a clear shot and he could take the man down if he so much as tried to step towards him with that glorified letter opener he carried.
“One more step, pal,” Jorge growled, “And I’ll make sure you’re never able to dress up for one of these cheesy fairs again! Now! Where the hell am I?”
The man eyed the gun in Jorge’s hand and chuckled. Whether or not he believed that Jorge’s trinket was dangerous, it did not matter. He snapped his fingers and instantly, from the hills surrounding the road, Jorge watched as several armed men, bandits, revealed themselves with arrows pulled back tight in their bows.
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Jorge
Jorge groaned as the darkness behind his eyes remained unyielding before his vision. The water bender had been trying to wake himself up, to will away the blackness that had shown up after the strange incident in the restaurant, but his body refused to move for him. It was as if his brain had been wrapped in a comforting, fuzzy blanket and it had completely disabled his ability to move or really even think coherent thoughts. The last thing that the detective remembered was that funny sensation, like vertigo, that suddenly struck him and now…he felt nothing.
But slowly consciousness began to return to him. The blackness was still present but he could feel his skin at least. He knew he was feeling it because he felt something scratchy being pressed up against his cheek. And slowly but surely, he recognized that sensation of pain and achiness in his joints and limbs. He felt as if he had gone on some all night bender and he was just now feeling the effects. God, was he drugged? And if so…why? Who would spike water?
It was then that Jorge could feel himself connecting with his motor skills again. His toes twitched, his fingers curled, his eyes lids struggles to lift, he was feeling everything again but boy was it sore. Moving his hands so that he could place his palms flat, Jorge released finally that he was on the ground. But on top of that that prickly, scratchy sensation was still persistent. A second or two passed and finally he realized what he was feeling…
Grass? he thought.
All over his face, the palms of his hands, the sensation certainly felt like grass. And on top of that the smell was undeniable as well. But…where the hell was there grass in the restaurant? Did he somehow manage to stagger outside?
This was foolish. He needed to wake up and open his eyes…NOW!
With a gasped, Jorge clutched the grass, coughed and slowly pushed himself up from the ground. The lawn he had been laying in looked partially wild, like it had not been mowed in ages. Curious. Coughing, he continued to move himself into a sitting position as he squinted his eyes, trying to adjust them to the bright light of the day. Hadn’t he gone into the restaurant at nig—
He paused and looked around him as his vision began to focus. All around he saw rolling hills of grass, thick trees, and well worn, dirt road to his left that cut across the landscape. Curiously the detective gulped and remained seated, trying to make sense of the situation. This place…it definitely did not look like New York.
“What the f—?” he muttered as he slowly, very slowly, moved himself onto his two feet. Gaze looking across the strange an unfamiliar horizon, he could only ask himself one obvious and confused question… “Where the hell am I?”