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.
He looked at her oddly. Thankfully she began to explain.
>> “When I was little, we—as in, my brothers and I—had our fingerprints taken at the police station. It was my Mom’s idea. That way, if we were ever kidnapped, they had the fingerprints there just in-case. Or something like that, I forget…But, who’s to say your Mom didn’t do that? I mean, I know you want to do it on your own, but if you get fed-up… that’s always worth a shot.”[/color]
Vicente thought for a moment. He had to admit that it was indeed a pretty interesting idea. He was what, 18? 19? Surely his parents would still be alive and were out looking for him. Maybe Gina had a point. Maybe, when he was much younger, they cared enough to have his finger and hand prints scanned into some system. Surely that had to be possible. Unless they just didn’t give one care about him.
That thought alone was depressing.
He didn’t want to turn to the police, but maybe that was his best option. Though he had a fear of police, he knew that he simply couldn’t dodge them forever. They were an option that he would have to think about.
But suddenly he found his thoughts just a little…blurry. His hands felt warm and comforted and it was enough to draw his attention down to them. There he found Gina was still clasping his hand in such a kind and warm gesture. He smiled at the sensation and found himself not really wanted to pull away his grasp. Instead he just remained there, letting Gina hold his hands as the pair of them momentarily locked gazes.
She really did have wonderful eyes.
But just as quickly as the realization of that thought came to mind, Gina then dropped his hands and smiled at him a little shyly. He, of course, had to blush just a tiny bit…
>> “Sorry…I’ve got, like, zero sense of personal space…”[/color]
He chuckled and had to shrug a little in response.
“S’okay,” he smirked. “I don’t even know what my own idea of personal space is. So, you’re good.”
Vicente nodded. He knew that they were good. Whoever made these cinnamon rolls certainly knew what they were doing. They always managed to make them with just the right amount of sweetness, cinnamon, and icing. It was just too good to pass up, especially when they were freshly baked. He certainly was glad that this was one of Regan’s first experiences here at the mansion. If the homey atmosphere wasn’t enough to make her want to stay, then the cinnamon rolls certainly must have sealed the deal.
He ripped off another piece of the pastry and ate it gratefully as he watched the young, feline mutant. It definitely seemed as if she were relaxing a lot more. He was glad for that. She was far too sweet to left to the device of the wide world any longer. Though he had a feeling she could take care of herself, he didn’t want her to get jaded with everyone. He knew what that was like.
Instead, he would rather she had a chance to see that there indeed there was some good in the world.
>> “Oh I think I know a good one, how does seafood jambalaya sound? It’s a spicy rice dish with shrimp, crab, and lobster, in a tomato based sauce, with peppers and onions.”
…he mouth actually watered a little at the sound of what she was proposing. Shaking himself out of his food-induced paralysis, the man had to smile as he took another bit of his cinnamon roll, nodding his head in agreement. After wiping some icing from the corner of his lips, he lifted his gaze to her and nodded.
“That sounds like a meal that I would never forget,” he beamed. “You got a deal, Regan. Just name the time and I’ll make sure to make room for it. I definitely have to try that now.”
In truth Vicente loved to be in the kitchen. Not that he was the best cook in the world but, honestly, he was rather good with a knife. Maybe he was a chef in his life before he forgot everything? He certainly had the slicing skills. Oh well, that was just another item to add into the list of things that could possibly lead to his true identity. Not that he was not enjoying the identity he was creating for himself now, but surely a glimpse at who he was was not all that bad either.
He smirked at her reaction. She really was cute. That was why it broke his heart whenever she referred to herself as a “monster”. He hoped that eventually she would stop thinking like that. But only time could tell.
>> “Oh I would love to have you help me, even though it would be no trouble to cook for you, you are going through the trouble of showing me around after all, it’s the very least I can do.”
Vicente waved his hand dismissingly.
“Psh, it’s been my pleasure,” he said as he plopped a couple of cinnamon buns onto a pair of small plates.
He returned to where Regan sat and set the plate for in front of her, along with a napkin, as placed the same in front of a seat across from her. He sighed as he took his seat and grinned. Cinnamon rolls really were an Achilles heel of his.
>> “So what should we make to eat? Do you have any favorite dishes? I like almost everything, except Haggis, I promise I will never make you Haggis!”
“Haha!” he smiled wide, chuckling at Regan’s reaction to the food she would never make. “Then I promise, I will never ask you to make haggis.” He shrugged as he tore off a piece of the cinnamon roll and took a bite out of it. The sugar was just perfect. He didn’t know who made the majority of this stuff, but they were a saint. “To be honest, I like just about anything. I’m learning that I like spicy foods, if that helps?”
Vicente still tried to wrap his mind around the fact that he met someone so nice and sweet. Just from the tone of her voice, it was obvious that she really wanted to help him. He didn’t know why the idea startled him since it seemed that most of the people he ran into here at the mansion were on friendly terms and only wanted what was best. Andrea was the one who risked life and limb to bring him here, Rebecca was sweet (when she wasn’t trying to kill him), and now this young lady? He didn’t know what good deed he had done to achieve this, but he was thankful.
But could he really put her through the mess of helping him figure out who he was? It seemed a bit selfish on his part. There was something about her eyes, though. Something extraordinarily sweet about her gaze that made him feel like no matter what, she was here to help.
>> “You don’t have to ask me…And it’s no problem at all. Just computer work. I don’t mind…Once you get your own username and password, we can search together.”[/color]
He lowered his gaze momentarily back to the screen. There was so many people who were missing in just this state alone! What if he wasn’t even from here? That would indeed be far more time consuming and would result in several hours of searching and seeking every day. And that was no guarantee he would even find anything! But with help…maybe there was a better chance?
He looked up and paused when she saw the look she gave him. She really was quite pretty. It was her eyes…it would always be her eyes…
>> “Besides which, if that doesn’t work out, you’ve got something going for you that someone searching for someone else might not have,”[/color]
Vicente barely heard her as he led the way into the kitchen. The scent from the cinnamon buns were far to enticing for him to ignore. The reality was that Vicente was learning an awful lot about himself as time pressed on. One of these things happened to be that the man, despite liking spicy foods and hating “anime” cartoons, he was a big fan of sweets. Maybe that was why he had the physique he had? In order to combat the sweets that he liked?
Whatever the case the man smirked as he led the way into the kitchen. It was massive and also one of his favorite places. A large fridge (seemingly too big for resident usage) dominated one wall while cabinets, shelves, hanging fruit, etc., was all around. If there was one message that this kitchen was trying to present it was that none need go hungry.
And sure enough, as they entered, there was a plate of freshly baked cinnamon rolls sitting on the counter. No one else was around but that was not surprising, food just tended to appear from time to time. Either food was being teleported in or a mutant was secretly cooking just for the heck of it.
Vicente smirked. They did look tasty. He offered Regan a seat at one of the tables and immediately went in search of plates when she began to speak.
>> “I’ll make sure I keep an eye out for names…I like to cook, and I sure like to eat, I have a feeling you will find me in the kitchen quite a bit…Maybe I could cook you dinner sometime? You know, as a thank you for the tour?”
He paused as he grabbed a couple of plates from the cupboard. Turning around, he found Regan looking up at him with innocent eyes. It really was startling how pretty her eyes were. With a small smile, also hiding a tiny blush, he grinned and nodded. Why not?
“Sure,” he said with a nod. “But only if I can help. I would hate for you to go through so much trouble just on my account.”
He really didn’t know what he was expecting. Would she think it was cool? Tragic? Freakish? There were so many possibilities and the young chimera really wasn’t prepared for any of them. The few people that he told so far had been pretty nice about it but there were still so many people at this school that he had no idea what to expect from everyone. Who knows, Gina could have been far different than most he had met.
>> “That was definitely not what I was expecting.” [/color]
But the second he saw her eyes, he knew that he was right. She was different, just not in the way that he would have anticipated. Just the look of caring and sympathy she expressed was enough to melt his heart. He didn’t know why but it just felt like when he looked at this young woman…he was looking at a real friend.
He didn’t know why but the thought of that made his stress loosen just a tad.
>> “That’s going to make it a pain to find yourself…Looking for a missing person’s ad based on a name that may or may not be yours… and only a first name, at that.”[/color]
“Yeah,” he said with a nod.
God, the sympathy and the real caring that this young woman showed was truly overwhelming. This young lady just had an aura about her that made him want to feel better about his predicament. It was to the point that he began to wonder if she had a hidden power that she was not being completely upfront about.
>> “I could help you look, if you want…Could cover more ground with more than one person.” [/color]
He blinked as he looked up at to her. She really just offered to help him? Someone whom she had never met before? It was such a warm feeling to be presented with this kind of generosity that Vicente really just didn’t know how to react. To be honest he was fairly stunned but as that washed away he finally just smiled at the young woman.
“T-That’d…be great,” he muttered. “But I couldn’t ask you do that. It’s not your problem…”
>> “Well I’m glad you don’t mind sharing, and I don’t mind you being here with me one bit…I won’t ever interrupt you up here though, not on purpose anyways.”
He smirked. Walking away from the balcony, Vicente led the way back inside the mansion. He was actually a little worried about showing this spot off since he would have hated it to stop being just for him. It was one of his getaways from the rest of the world, it allowed him to be free from the rest of the students and to have a safe haven from all of them when he was feeling far too out of place. But, seeing as he and Regan were on the same page a majority of the time, he had a feeling that it would be fine to share such a thing with her.
After all, he doubted that there would be many times when the two of them would cross paths up here. The school was big and varied, he was certain that she would probably be making a ton of friends before long. Probably even that gargoyle girl, Gina. She was chatty with new students all the time!
Only time would tell. The time right now, though, was telling him that they needed to go to the kitchen.
So, back down he led the young woman. With the endurance of a star athlete, Vicente could have moved without breaking a sweat. But, in all honesty, he didn’t want to leave Regan behind. So, instead, he slowed down and began to point things out as he saw them. He started slow, pointing out the girl’s and boy’s wings of the school, mentioned a few of the teachers, and even pointed out a student or two that he recognized.
In the end, he actually sounded a bit more informative than he would have thought. Maybe he was better at this than he thought.
Leading back down to the foyer, Vicente went out on about signing up.
“Anyways, in the end, I’ll take you to the sign in person,” he said with a shrug as he began to walk backwards, towards another hall that would lead them to the kitchen. “He’ll just ask a few basic questions, have you fill out a form, and whalla, you have a room. Easy as that.”
He smirked as he stopped in the middle of the hall and sniffed. Someone had apparently just finished making cinnamon rolls, his favorite. A happy sigh and he turned to Regan.
“Kitchen is around the corner,” he said as he led the way. “Just a quick note, most food is up for grabs unless someone has written their name on it. So feel free to grab something or make something whenever you are hungry.”
>> “Of course you don’t…It’s just some mutants are a little more secretive about their back-stories than others. Could be a touchy thing to ask a guy you just met…”[/color]
“Understandable,” he said with a nod. In truth he did understand the want for secrecy, that was part of the reason why he didn’t want to go to the cops yet. He doubted that many people wanted to be open books. Unfortunately, some didn’t have any choice. Vicente, on the other hand, felt like he had a choice; no matter how inconvenient all this was.
He shrugged. He was about to make a comment when he watched the younger gargoyle shift herself over and into a more comfortable spot. There really was no use hiding the fact that he watched her move, since she was indeed very attractive. But at least he didn’t hang his tongue out and howl like some beast. Instead, he merely appreciated her appearance in silence.
And then, before he could say anything on the matter, she began to speak…
>> “Mine’s not so bad—my biological parents abandoned me, but then my adoptive Mom took me in and later adopted me. Sent me here because it’s one of the best mutant schools around… the Registration kind-of messed-up her aspirations of giving me a “normal childhood”.”
Vicente listened closely. Gina’s story, it was sad and yet it still had the trace of a happy ending. Her parents had abandoned her, left her aside as if she were nothing, yet she managed to find people who cared for her, raised her as one of their own. That really had to be one the best stories that he had ever heard. One that he wished had happened to him. In a couple of ways, he could have considered his most recent history as comparable to her own. He too was abandoned, but not just by parents, by everyone he had ever know and might have even loved.
It was tragic not to know where one came from. But Gina, well, she at least had a chance to set her roots down with others.
Vicente…not so much yet.
>> “What’s your story?”
He sighed as he sat back in his chair and crossed his arms over his massive chest. It was obvious that he really couldn’t answer the young woman’s question because it was a question even he didn’t have the answers to. But what to tell her? How to sum everything up? He guessed that probably the most direct way was just to come out and say it.
He shrugged.
“I…don’t know,” he said a little cautiously. Quickly he tried to clarify. “And…when I say I don’t know I mean I don’t know. The earliest I can remember is waking up in an alley a few weeks ago and being brought here by another student. But, other than that, I don’t remember anything except the name ‘Vicente.’ he sighed as he looked off to the side for half a beat. “I don’t even know if that’s really my name.”
Vicente had actually forgotten that he was up here with Regan. It was not that she was forgettable or anything like that, Vicente just had a knack for falling into his own thoughts when he wasn’t paying attention. And this was certainly the truth about his current predicament. Standing up here, in one of his favorite spots, looking out over the mansion grounds and the city beyond, it was easy to see how he could get so lost. It was the perfect to do so.
But, a shifting of movement out of the corner of his eye and the presence of another voice had quickly brought him back to reality.
>> “It is an amazing view…I can see why this is your favorite place to be.”
He smiled. He was glad that Regan appreciated something like this. Vicente didn’t show this spot of the mansion to many people but he was fairly certain that others knew of it. Thankfully, in his experience, no one had ever been up here when he was. He really was grateful to that since he was such a solitary beast.
But Regan, he sensed a kindred soul in her. He had no problem sharing this part with her. Who knows, maybe it’ll do her some good and help her loosen up around the mansion. Sure it was going to be a tough transition but had a feeling she would make it.
Her voice again shook him out of his musings. He turned to her, a soft expression on his face as he let her speak without interrupting.
>> “You have good taste, I might have to invade this little place of yours from time to time.”
He had to chuckle.
“Haha, I knew the risks when I decided to show it to you,” A simply shrug and he just grinned as he watched her. “By all means. Just don’t be surprised if you catch me up here too. But, I’m willing the share.”
Quietly he straightened up and he turned to look back out over the grounds one last time before nodding to Regan.
“Come on. There’s a lot more to see,” he said as he led the way inside. “I haven’t even showed you the kitchen yet.”
>> “Reminds me of “Father’s” home, he liked to fill his home with comfortable things, I miss him.”
Vicente frowned slightly. Apparently Regan had lost someone close to her. He didn’t want to pry by asking so much about her past, but he understood that feeling of loss…even if it was in a different context. Vicente had lost himself. With no memory of who he really was before waking up in that damn alley, it was very much like losing a loved one. Knowing one’s self is supposed to be a constant, something that can always be depended on because they are there for you always. When that is taken away, it very much is like losing someone close to you, at least in his opinion.
But, again, he didn’t want to pry into something that she didn’t want to talk about. So, he gave her shoulder a very soft squeeze.
“Sorry,” was all he said. If she wanted to talk about it, he would be more than willing. But only if she came to him.
For now, he should focus on the task at hand. There was still a tour that he needed to give (even though he was probably not the most qualified).
>> “How about you start by showing me your favorite place in the mansion?”
“Hmm, okay,” he said with a nod and a short smile. To be honest some of his favorite places included his room and out in the gardens. Solitude was unfortunately one of those things that he just loved to be around. It allowed him to think and the mull over his situation. But…he could at least think of one place that didn’t involve just solitude. “Follow me.”
Vicente moved to the staircase and started to climb. Not just to the second or third floor, no, he climbed and climbed, moving swiftly inside doors that led to other staircases, most of which were seldom used and void of any other students. He could hear Regan keeping up with him until and he smirked. He did move rather fast.
Moving through on last door, the pair of them were suddenly flooded with sunlight and the young chimera smirked. He walked through the door as the scent of fresh air and a cool breeze wafted across his nose. A happy sigh fell from his lips as he stepped out into a lone balcony that overlooked the huge expanse of the mansion’s grounds. Sure it was technically still outside and it was pretty solitary…but nothing could beat this view.
He leaned against the railed and stared out at the grounds. Past all the green, the running and playing students, the lonely road, one could see the silhouette of New York City. The huge buildings, the glare of glass…it was definitely a breathtaking view.
“This is my favorite place, Regan,” he muttered as he stared out at the city. “Not because it’s lonely….but because I get to look at everything in this town. And, despite all the bad things…it’s good to be able to just take a step back, look at it all, and realize that no matter what, there is always something beautiful to look at.”
He smiled as he turned to look back at her. There was always something beautiful to look at.
He grinned. He thought so! Though it really was just to help ease the young woman’s tension rather than to show off his comedic skills. In reality he was a little worried about Regan. He had a feeling that she was going to fit right into the mansion but she didn’t believe that. She didn’t have to say it out loud, but he could clearly see that she was extremely nervous. Maybe with laughter he could help to loosen her up a bit.
One could only try.
But, deciding that would be a discussion for later, Vicente moved past the young woman in hopes of leading her back to the mansion’s front doors and lead her through. He passed with but a passing joke about himself (again just to alleviate tension). Her response, though, was enough to make him pause.
>> “I don’t think that’s even possible Vincente…You are quite handsome.”
He…couldn’t move. Standing still, he tilted his head but he just silently grinned to himself. He could only imagine what was running through Regan’s head at her comment. He heard the smallest of gasps but was it about what she had said? He would have cautioned to turn back to check but he didn’t want to scare her off. So, with just a hidden smirk, he continued on and pretended as if he didn’t hear her.
Though, it was rather cute.
***
It didn’t take him long to reach the front doors to the mansion. The foyer was massive, with sitting areas, various furniture, décor of all kinds, but in the end it all gave same impression…home. It was not sterile and cold like one would expect a mansion to be. Instead there was such a warmth and joy to this mansion that it would immediately make every student, runaway, and terrified mutant think only one thing…they were home.
He stopped at the front doors, turned around and beamed again at the young were-feline. He was hoping that she was relaxing a bit more by now.
“Well, in case you didn’t see it the first time,” he said with a grin. “This is the Xavier Sister School, a haven for mutants of every kind. From what I’ve learned, students can find a home, acceptance, even an education here so that whenever they do want to leave, they can be ready for the world.” he sighed as he gestured all around him. “What would you like to see first?”
Apparently he had caught the feline off guard. Instantly he started to apologize for sneaking up on her. She must have definitely been nervous and he could understand that. Coming to this place could indeed be pretty intimidating, especially when one didn’t know what to expect. Regan definitely didn’t know what to expect, or rather, she had expectations that were waiting to come true. It was heartbreaking to see her suspicious of such a wonderful place as this but Vicente knew that with time she could hopefully get past it.
He hoped so.
>> “I think I’m ready, and I’m alright Vincente, just nervous.”
Thinking for a moment, Vicente looked back at her and the small smile she plastered on her face. She was trying at least. With crooked grin that probably made him appear more playfully devious than he wanted, he reached over and carefully gave her arm a soft squeeze.
“It’s understandable,” he said with a nod. “But you’ll be fine. And,” he stepped back and elegantly held his arms outward, as if displaying himself to her. “besides, you’ve got me here.”
He posed rather comically before he just chuckled and carefully moved past her. Though she had seen the mansion when they first walked in, there was still so much more to show her and it was just easier to start from the beginning rather than the middle. So, back to the foyer and parts beyond they would go. She deserved to see everything, after all.
“Come on,” he said with a little wave. “We’ll start at the front doors again and move in from there. Who knows,” he shrugged. “Maybe you’ll make another friend along the way. Just, you know, not as handsome as me.”
Vicente was already beginning to get frustrated. Though he already knew what that this was probably a long shot, just scrolling through all the photos of various people, he quickly found that none of them were him; that was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because on glance at it showed that he was not a famous person but neither was he America’s most wanted; and it was a curse because it made his search as hard as he figured it was going to be.
Great. Now what was he to do. He had to admit that the police were probably the easiest solution to his issues but there was something in him, something that made his pulse quicken just a tiny bit; he didn’t want to go to the police. Something told him not to.
That was just a great feeling to have when one was trying to find himself. But he was not going to give up just yet. Maybe he could do it by himself. But he needed a better resource than just scrolling through a list of random pictures; especially if they all consisted of that old mariachi man who looked like he needed to retire from show business!
He sighed and sat back in is chair. Where to now?
>> “Try Googling “missing persons” instead…Then it’ll bring up databases where you can look-up names and such. I’m guessing.”[/color]
“Oh, thanks,” he said as he turned and smiled at the young woman.
He had to admit that she was definitely good about hiding her curiosity. He was more than sure than anyone else, by now, would have bombarded him with question. She, though, was merely trying to observe from a distance. He appreciated that.
Turning back to the screen, he typed in “missing persons” and several links popped up. There was in a New York website created specifically for missing people! Clicking on that, Vicente went a little wide-eyed at the sheer volume of people who were missing in the state alone. It was so easy to vanish, unfortunately. He wondered if someone was even looking for him.
He began to scroll through the pictures of missing people but paused only long enough to glance at Gina again. She had been so helpful, it would probably be rude to shun her away now. Besides…maybe she could help.
He turned and gave her another warm smile.
“I know you’re curious,” he said a little shyly. “You can ask me, you know.” His shoulders shrugged along with his words before he continued on. “I’ve nothing to hide.”
Vicente had taken his leave from Regan, just in order to change his shirt. It had been rather shredded up and that was the last thing he wanted people to see, him wandering around the mansion with a feral mutant and possibly leaving them to their imaginations. Besides, it would not have been kosher for him to gallivant around like that. Not when he was trying to show the best of the mansion to her and convince her that it would be fine for her to stay.
Deep down, he really hoped that she would. If only for the fact that he really felt like he had met a kindred spirit in her. He really did feel like…well…that he could help her. Or, maybe, she could even help him by at least being her friend.
Back in his room, Vicente fished through his minimal clothing until he found exactly a deep blue shirt that was etched with black swirls. Slipping that on, he sighed when he found that it was just a tad bit tight. The majority of his wardrobe did come from second hand stores and even though he had a job now, he had yet to go and pick some new clothes.
So, with his muscle-defining shirt on, Vicente moved to step out of his room and returned to the hall where he had left Regan waiting. God, he hoped that she was okay. He could only imagine what she must feel like. Hopefully she didn’t think that he abandoned her.
Moving back outside, he smiled when he found Regan waiting for him.
“Hey, you ready?” he asked with a warm smile. He could practically feel the nervousness wafting off of her. “You…okay?”
Vicente stared at the screen pretty dumbfoundedly. He really didn’t know where to start this whole search. He knew that he probably should have gone to the police or some type of authority figure but…for whatever reason he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. Though he liked to say that he didn’t know why, that wasn’t the truth. There was technically a reason, though one that he couldn’t explain. He really felt as if that wouldn’t be the best course of action. Whether it was because he feared who he really was, or he inherently didn’t trust cops, he didn’t know.
Either way, he didn’t want to involve the police yet. No, he could do this. There were only so many people in the world so how hard would it be to find out who he is?
The internet. That was the best way to start. But he needed a push. That was why he enlisted the help of the pretty gargoyle who was sitting on a bookshelf nearby. Maybe she was keeping an eye on him in case he used her account for bad things, or maybe she was just curious, but he was thankful for her presence. It was always good to have someone easy on the eyes nearby.
>> “Try Googling it? Or, hm, go to a police station. The X’s might be able to help you out, too… I'd give the first two a shot first, though.”[/color]
X’s? He wasn’t going to as to elaborate since he was not entirely sure what she meant by that. And the police, well, again, he didn’t feel comfortable. But Google seemed like a viable choice! He glanced at his computer and say a “Google” button right there! Maybe that was it…
>> “Just hazarding guesses. I haven’t looked for a missing person before.”[/color]
He smirked.
“Neither have I,” he chuckled lightly as he turned to watch Gina for half a second. It was just long enough for him to watch her, taking in her form, her expressions, her very beautiful and curiosity-filled eyes. But before he stared too long, and hopefully before she caught him, he turned his attention back to the screen.
Clicking on the button, he waited for the page to load before he typed in the word “VICENTE” into the search engine.
The pictures that came back were less than helpful. Especially since the majority of them showed a old, Mexican, mariachi singer. That was most definitely not him. Jeez, maybe this was going to be harder than he though.
He sighed a bit and mumbled a bit louder than he meant to…