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.
Devon Hadden always enjoyed stepping into Atlantis. Hungry eyes watched those doors and traced the movements of arrivals descending the stairs into the empyrean pleasures of too-cool club. Dressed in a black pant and button-less sport coat, the gossamer tones of blue and gray of the low-collar shirt beneath provided the stark contrast that Atlantis also bore. Something dark watched over the brilliant, beautiful denizens within. It surrounded them, hunted them, and then it devoured them.
Like a shark Devon sailed straight to the bar, chin low but eyes high under the dipped black brow of his. He waggled his fingers and purred his request to the devil fish of a bartendress before him. Vodka, single rock. He slipped her a bill and then resumed his swim, maneuvering to the edges of the room and slowly circling. As he sipped his drink, side-stepping from shadow to luminous blue window and edging along the wall, he watched the dancers and admired the décor with equal fancy.
There were two girls flirting with a guy at one table. Both wanted him and he only cared about whom their family was. Two men exchanged flirtatious comments over pretense of work strife, an after hours happy hour sure to end in a happier one. One guy struggled to earn the affections of a blond but she hadn’t the same thirst he had. She just wanted that whiskey and he was sure to suffer from too much of it the way she kept going shot for shot with him.
Another woman lounged alone, watching the piano man on the stage. It took a few moments but it became clear she was watching the lights play in the water more than the performer. Liquor clearly wasn’t her taste, but a finer crystalline substance. Oh and there were two college kids looking to score some Ambrosia. Devon laughed mockingly as they tried to find a dealer hidden among the crowd.
But Devon wasn’t here for any of the fish, busily schooling about. He was here to see the larger predator in the sea, the whale, the night shark, a God. He settled down into a private chair, finishing his vodka as he waited. Poseidon was a force of nature and Devon knew too well they followed no one’s rule but their own.
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The Atlantis Club was certainly his baby, that was certain. Like a child, Jorge doted on it, cared for it, gave it the loving attention that it more than deserved. Only the best flowed through these halls. The best drink, the best food, the best performers. Even the guest list and clientele were considered some fo the best, the cream of the crop. Of course exceptions were made for individuals with enough money and enough connections (even if they were human) but the Atlantis Club seemingly accepted all through its mahogany doors – provided they have the means to step inside. That was how Jorge worked his organization; access for all…so long as they knew how to achieve it.
At the moment the man was freshly returning from the back offices, rolling down his sleeves and buttoning them back into place. He smirked to himself as he adjusted the cufflinks, taking a moment to wipe off the most miniscule sized dot of blood that was situated upon the flat surface. It wasn’t Jorge’s blood, mind you, just someone who needed to be reminded of their place in the food chain. Jorge was a good man, lest he was angered and even then, you wouldn’t know it until it was too late.
Taking his jacket from one of his men, Jorge nodded to them as he slipped it on, carefully tugged the lapels, and cuttoned it up. The smile stretched on his lips as he listened to the sweet sounds of the pianist on stage was playing. Oh he was a talented musician, a mutant with a perpetual golden halo of light sitting atop his head. There was some irony to the fact that this angelic figure with the dark skin and the hair and the full velvet lips would find himself drowned below the waters of the river. But his songs still managed to ring the bells of hope and prosperity.
With a nod of his head, Jorge ordered himself a glass of scotch from the bartender behind the counter. Part of being the staff here was knowing what Jorge Cervantes was in the mood to drink, so each was practiced in pouring the precise amount in just the right glass. The young woman hurried over, smiling sweetly to the man as she handed him his drink. The man bowed his head and muttered a ”Lovely” as she sauntered away, back down the length of the bar to help another customer.
A chuckle in his thread and his wandering eyes seeking, the deity of this establishment took a deep breath of satisfaction. Could things get any sweeter? As he said this, his eyes roamed the room and he found another denizen of the deep had found their way into his club. Devon Hadden was not only a regular to his establishment but he was what would be considered a silent partner in his more private endeavors with the Ragnarok organization.
With a push off the bar, Jorge moved over to the silently sitting and observing man. Coming into view, a glass was raised in his honor and Jorge sighed as he stood before the man. ”Mr. Hadden,” he said after taking a sip and licking the excess from his lips. He took a seat at the table next to the man. ”A pleasure to see you, as always.”
At the suitably jacketed approach of Jorge, Devon rose to his feet. His eyes left the fawning, floundering fish of Atlantis and focused on its ruler. He raised his vodka to match the man’s scotch. Cool blue eyes met the man’s chocolate brown.
>> ”Mr. Hadden,”
“Mr. Cervantes,” Devon said before a sip and slipped back into his chair.
>> ”A pleasure to see you, as always.”
“As always,” Devon replied. “You look well as does the club.” They had worked together too long to dwell on simple banter of how fared business, the weather, the fishing… The weatherman’s eyebrows rose sharply as his eyes widened, a grin widening on his face. He gestured around the room with his glass, “Anyone of interest visiting lately?”
Some new politician might fall into his lap or maybe a starlet eager for escape had gone beneath the river. There were wealthy socialites and eager businessmen. Here they started their spiral and often they wound up in Haven, partying and financing their vices while serving the needs of mutants. The Syndicate and Haven had their needs and what with ambrosia and other drugs… Business was thriving.
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>> “As always…You look well as does the club.”
Jorge bowed his head and nodded. ”You flatter me.”
The arrangement with Devon Hadden and his “Haven” was an interesting one. It was thanks to their agreement and business partnership that they managed to get such a stranglehold on this city. With the younger man’s deep pockets and with the wealth of product that Jorge could provide, it was no wonder that they managed to infiltrate so many layers of this city. They crept in like a tumor and slowly continued to grow over the ages until it was too late to do anything to cut them out. It was a delicious feeling knowing that their hard work had managed to do so much; and it was a relationship that Jorge was only too happy to continue with.
Sitting down with the man, the two exchanged quick pleasantries as their eyes roamed around the expanse of his club. The people there seemed to be having fun, embracing their vices, dancing seductively to the music that swirled around them. A waitress wandered by, one that Jorge had intimate knowledge of. She eyed both Jorge and Devon, blushing a little as she lowered her gaze and continued on to delivering drinks. The older man merely grinned as he took a sip of his drink.
Though they were surrounded by music, between these two there was merely a hefty and respectful silence, the kind shared only by titans. When it was finally broken, Jorge gave the other man his full attention and a small grin.
>> “Anyone of interest visiting lately? “Anyone I should meet?”
Jorge mused on this thought for a few moments, letting it roll around in his head as he flipped through the mental rolodex in his mind. A variety of individuals had walked in through his doors and the majority of them were the nameless ramble of celebrities who were the daughter of the cousin of the friend of someone who might be well known. However there had been certain parties of interest who wandered in through his mahogany doors.
”Some,” he said mysteriously. ”We’ve signed on a few of the more engaging acts. There is a young Ms. Silver that I believe would take to your fancy. Beautiful voice.” He gave the man a grin as he watched him. But onto more important matters. ”Senator Hart, of course, has taken to my establishment.” Jorge smirked as he leaned closer. ”I have said videos on a hard drive, all ready for you to take with you whenever you chose.”
Extortion, blackmail, they were the bread and butter of this business and if anyone knew how to use them properly it was the two men at this table. Few people knew that Jorge recorded most everything that went on in his club, especially when high ranking names were involved. It always paid to be prepared to battle against those who would seek to tear down their well-oiled machine.
The silver fox turned back to the younger man. ”And yourself? Do tell me your times have been far more interesting than mine?”
Devon enjoyed every minute with Jorge. If talking business wasn’t enough, there were the distractions. Take the raven haired waitress who came by. Her big doe brown eyes looked so innocent, but all was a façade here. She likely knew ten ways to please man or woman, get information on said person, and point them in the right direction of her boss’ hidden camera. Even the blush could be manufactured with the right training, though Devon thought just maybe he and the boss actually touched her. Devon certainly would enjoy first touching her-
>> ”We’ve signed on a few of the more engaging acts. There is a young Ms. Silver that I believe would take to your fancy. Beautiful voice.”
What had he asked? Oh yes, anyone of interest to meet. Devon grinned, waggling his eyebrows, and gave an appreciative nod. “Oh I’m sure,” he commented.
>> ”I have said videos on a hard drive, all ready for you to take with you whenever you chose.”
Devon chuckled deeply at the far back of his throat. His talented tongue briefly licked his lips before he swallowed more of his vodka. “You never waste time, do you?” he shook his head. “Oh the scandal. It pays to keep these politicians in the pocket. They rarely seem so angry after everything else they’re offered,” he nodded slowly, almost appreciatively.
It was a service and of course there were certain stipulations, terms of said service… Why they were more honest about it than any phone app’s agreement! We have this, do what we want, but hell enjoy yourself!
>> ”And yourself? Do tell me your times have been far more interesting than mine?”
Devon’s grin broadened. “Oh no, I’m afraid not. We’ve been so busy with the mayor’s office and preparing for the summit coming to town,” he chuckled again. “What with Haven’s interests in these foreign nations development, aiding those refugees we take in, and ensuring their success here we rarely get to learn the full extent of their capabilities.” Which was an absolute lie of course. How better to sneak in helpful mutants from foreign powers? But Jorge knew the game…
“We’ll be sure to throw an excellent party or seven of course. Open bar, open cabinet, encourage some consultation by our organization,” Devon smiled. Consultation fees were a wise way of opening doors for bribes. “Oh!” his eyes brightened, their deep blue pools widening and taking advantage of the luminous décor around them.
“That startlet Jessi Tiering joined up,” Devon chuckled. “She and I had a little fun last winter during a benefit,” he sniffled a couple times and winked. “I can’t wait to introduce you. She’ll have to do a surprise performance on your stage.”
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Meeting with the younger man may have seemed like some strange anomaly. A glance at the two men would prove that neither really had anything in common other than they looked like a devilish pair together. They were akin to a picture representative of the past and the future, an attractive man with sinful eyes that could cause the purest of souls to be stained. This two knew the exact manner in which to manipulate a poor soul and both of them were fully willing to condemn any who crossed their paths into the darkness.
Both eyes fell upon a uniquely beautiful woman who crossed their path, a waitress the likes of which neither of them were afraid to admire. The look in her eyes, the blush on cheeks,
>> “You never waste time, do you?...Oh the scandal. It pays to keep these politicians in the pocket. They rarely seem so angry after everything else they’re offered,”
Jorge couldn’t help the sadistic smile that crept across his lips. Yes, he didn’t take long to get into the talk of business but it was certainly delicious business. The man had a knack for knowing how to find, sometimes even produce, pressure points on others that made them ripe for exploitation. Jorge’s ultimate goal with anyone was ensuring that he had the upper hand. That was the only way to make it in the world, after all, to be one step ahead of those who would seek to get in your way.
It was a cross to bear, to seep yourself in a life solely devoted to catering to the vices and sins of others. However, for as exhausting as it could be, it was also quite rewarding. Politicians loved to live double lives, rallying against such forces of evil, but at the same time trying soaking themselves in fetid pools of their own hidden depravities. Because of their hypocritical lives, there needed to be those equalizers, those people who ensured that their vices were sated and that they would never get out of line.
Jorge prided himself on being one of those people.
”They get in line,” he added to Devon’s thought, smirking a little as he took a sip. ’They always do.”
>> “Oh no, I’m afraid not. We’ve been so busy with the mayor’s office and preparing for the summit coming to town…What with Haven’s interests in these foreign nations development, aiding those refugees we take in, and ensuring their success here we rarely get to learn the full extent of their capabilities.”
Jorge nodded his head. He was always impressed with the younger man’s foresight. However he often wondered at how the young man was able to achieve such things considering the near constant state of inebriated he found the man in. Then again, he was hardly one to judge. It was probably just his way; probably helped him to think.
>> “We’ll be sure to throw an excellent party or seven of course. Open bar, open cabinet, encourage some consultation by our organization,”
The silver fox nodded. ”Just send me the details…when you have them…of course.”
>> “Oh! That startlet Jessi Tiering joined up…She and I had a little fun last winter during a benefit…I can’t wait to introduce you. She’ll have to do a surprise performance on your stage.”
Jorge grinned. He was fairly adept at choosing the correct kind of acts for his club, a detail that he took personal delight in handling. However he also knew never to turn down good talent when it came his way. Devon had an excellent eye for what would pull in the crowds to the Atlantis Club and when the room was packed, it made the both of them extremely happy. So he nodded his head in appreciation.
”I look forward to it,” he said with a smirk. ”You know Atlantis…” he said slyly. ”..where your fantasies are realized.”
>> ”Just send me the details…when you have them…of course.”
Devon made a slow nod. “I’ll have the names, details, what they want, what they’ve got… Organized and ready for your review and use. As always,” he smiled slowly, sipping again at his vodka. It was nearly gone now.
Then conversation turned to the singer, Jessi Tiering. She may have grown up on television for kids to enjoy after school, but now she was an adult and all too eager to make a name for herself away from television. Devon admired that and her talents. She was a songbird and had such energy; she was a lot of fun. But it was more exciting to see Jorge’s grin at the mention of her on his stage.
>> ”You know Atlantis…” he said slyly. ”..where your fantasies are realized.”
“That I do,” and it was Devon’s turn to grin. He finished his drink and leaned forward, “We get Jessi in here and a whole new crowd of young, eager socialites will flock under the river to your domain. The wealthy will kill to pay just to get in. The marketing will pay for itself, and all the while you’ll be reaping on those fantasies fulfilled.” He laughed excitedly and then grimaced, hunching forward as he realized his growing volume.
“Perhaps it’s time to discuss the hard lines of business in private?” Devon asked quietly. “I need a new drink too…”
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>> “I’ll have the names, details, what they want, what they’ve got… Organized and ready for your review and use. As always,”
Jorge nodded. Oh how he loved when things just worked together. He preferred to keep things organized and ready at a moment’s notice. He knew that, at times, that could be difficult for Devon. The younger man had a hearty lifestyle, one that demanded his full attention and could be rather relentless when he bit off more than he could chew. At times it made him unpredictable and uncertainty wasn’t the best thing for business. Still, when he could be reined in, he was certainly a valuable asset.
With a gesture of his thanks, Jorge sighed as he leaned back in his chair, turning to eye the piano man on stage. Certainly it was some of the best music he had heard in quite a while.
>> “That I do...We get Jessi in here and a whole new crowd of young, eager socialites will flock under the river to your domain. The wealthy will kill to pay just to get in. The marketing will pay for itself, and all the while you’ll be reaping on those fantasies fulfilled.”
His attention slipped back to Devon as they started to discuss the new, young act that he wanted to add to the Atlantis club. Devon knew the kind of joint this was and had some valuable insight as to what would work and what wouldn’t. Jessi Tiering certainly seemed like an event that would benefit Atlantis and the picture that Devon painted was exactly what the older man wanted to hear. Profit was really all that mattered, profit and helping his fellow mutants regain some of their dignity in this social injustice-filled world. Knowing that Devon had a reasonable understanding of what was popular, of what would bring in fresh, new blood, eager to spend money, Jorge would trust his world.
”I cannot wait to meet her in person,” Jorge said with a pleased smile on his lips. He took a sip of his drink and, much like Devon, finished the last of it. With a sigh he set it down on the table top and paused to clap for the piano man as he finished yet another energetic set.
>> “Perhaps it’s time to discuss the hard lines of business in private? I need a new drink too…”
Turning, he paused to give Devon a small look over. He seemed to be in a fairly right mind tonight for them to conduct business so he nodded his head, a small slip of a knowing grin tugging at his lips.
”Well that certainly is a crime,” the crime boss said. Standing from his chair, he sighed as he buttoned his jacket and pushed in his chair. ”Come, you must sample some of our latest shipments…” he said as he turned to lead Devon towards the back offices for privacy. He smirked as he stopped at the door, punched in a code. When it buzzed, he pushed the door in and stepped inside. ”I’m sure there will be something here to quench your thirst.”
Devon’s eyes followed Jorge’s gesture, much as he knew his hand could draw the water god’s attention. The piano man was talented, its tones setting the perfect backdrop to their conversation. Devon could only smile.
Thankfully conversation didn’t stay on music or new acts long, even if Jessi was bound to be good for business. They had more to discuss, including some government concerns. There was always more to discuss, both business and pleasure. It was difficult when pleasure was the business, but at least they agreed on the core goal: mutants.
As Jorge grinned a look of serious concern drew Devon’s brow down as he nodded solemnly. An empty glass was a tragedy. He stood as well, carefully smoothing the front of his shirt as he ran both hands down his chest. He too then pushed in his chair and followed.
“Ooo, latest shipments,” Devon grinned, hunching his shoulders as his playful tone continued. “I should really sample each.” He chuckled, pausing at the door, at Jorge’s ever clever play of words.
>> ”I’m sure there will be something here to quench your thirst.”
“It’s why I come here,” Devon grinned, winking a blue eye and heading to the back hall. Down he went, running his hands down the walls. His eyes ran black as he urged the temperature higher, the moisture to gather. Jorge never minded the humidity and it ever amused Devon to see the dancing, desiring inebriates slough off their clothing.
He slid his sport coat off, hooking it over one finger and tossing it back over his shoulder. At the door to Poseidon’s office he spun about and leaned back beside the entrance. He grinned and chuckled anew, “Did you fix the ice machine in your bar? I may not get bothered by the heat, but that doesn’t mean I want my drink warm, stiff or not.”
In they went and shut went the door with Devon tossing his coat on a rack nearby. “Ah privacy.” He headed immediately to his usual perch, and by perch he means lounge. One leg went hooked over the arm of the sofa as he leaned back on the smooth black leather. “Kill anyone lately?” the words slid off his tongue as he watched the man prepare their drinks. “Or are they all behaving?”
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>> “It’s why I come here,”
Jorge had to snort at this as he held the door open for Devon, allowing him to pass through first. ”And here I thought it was my magnetic personality that drew you here.”
The words so easily flew from his lips. The devilish look in his eyes, the confident posture, here was a man who was never afraid to say what was on his mind. He teased and busted the chops of the grandest of people because, deep down, Jorge always knew that he had the upper hand. He was someone who knew how to play the game, who knew how to be both someone’s best friend and their worst enemy; he was a god among mortals.
As they made their way into the hallway, Jorge sighed as he walked, feeling the humidity suddenly begin to grow heavier in the hall. That, of course, could only be because of his friend here. Devon had such fantastic abilities and he utilized them so carelessly. From anyone else such displays would have probably annoyed the watermancer, but from Devon, it was just another of those eccentricities that the elder grew used to.
>> “Did you fix the ice machine in your bar? I may not get bothered by the heat, but that doesn’t mean I want my drink warm, stiff or not.”
”Of course,” he scoffed. ”I’m not some heathen.”
Arriving at the door to his office, Jorge stepped pushed the door in, stepped inside, and sighed as he strolled through. His office was lavishly decorated with all forms of comfort and modern technology. The last equipment sat on designer shelves, décor from history adorned his walls, and the massive window the looked out over the club, but allowed no one to peer inside, gave him an unobstructed view of the goings on in his club. Truly this place where the king could sit and survey. But first…there was a drink to get.
He moved over to a small, elegantly decorated cart against the wall and pulled out a decanter filled with finely aged scotched. Dropping a few, crystalline ice cubes within, he poured himself a drink and provided to make whatever drink Devon wanted as a chaser for his last (that was the benefit of having a full bar at his disposal…he had everything). Once the drinks were poured, Jorge glanced over to the younger man as he flopped onto his couch.
>> “Ah privacy…Kill anyone lately? Or are they all behaving?”
”They are learning their place in my world,” Jorge said a tad mysteriously. ”Those few that get out of line get a warning, maybe a warning and a half if I’m feeling generous…” He glanced over to his desk where there sat a cigar cutter in an ashtray that seemed tinged with a line of aged blood that could be easily mistaken for rust. ”…but there have been a few occasions.” He grinned.
Returning to Devon, Jorge held out the man’s drink for him. When he took it, Jorge grabbed a nearby chair and pulled it closer to the sofa. From there he took a seat, crossed his leg, and took a sip of his own drink. He sighed a bit in satisfaction as the coolness provided a direct contrast to the warmth that Devon was pushing into the room.
”Just the other day,” he said innocently. ” I threw a staff meeting with my best and brightest. Discussed the possibility of finally locating those bats in our belfries, the X-Men. In attendance was the city planner and his soon.” He smirked. ”Any man can say he won’t talk when there is still so much blood in his body. Cut out some and…” he shrugged. ”…they become talkative rather quickly.” Another sip. He eyed the man. ’And yourself?”
>> ”And here I thought it was my magnetic personality that drew you here.”
Devon chuckled in response to Jorge’s snort – not that he snorted anything or often – before proceeding down the hall. The water god enjoyed his grandeur and every level of the game. Devon played along, happy to indulge the man. Whatever the game was, their business was part of it and business continued to boom.
Thankfully the ice maker was fixed. The drink maker – Jorge – made them both drinks. Devon was enjoying some finer vodka. Scotch was a fine choice; Devon preferred it clean though. Perhaps the water god was getting warm?
Jorge glanced at his desk when he started to answer Devon. Clearly someone had gotten hurt there recently. t was always interesting to see how fared the men and women under Jorge’s thumb. Had any tried to challenge him? A foolish mistake. Had any disappointed him? Another tragic end. Learning their place in the world? That sounded right…
Devon took his drink eagerly and sipped it with satisfaction. The vodka was either Imperial or Jewel of Russia. Either way, it was smooth. “Thank you,” he offered softly as Jorge went on. Tracking down the X-Men? Now that was interesting. Devon’s eyes brightened and his smiled widened. More laughter left his throat even as he sipped again. Blood-letting to get information? Not the normal form of interrogation but Devon was intrigued.
“Oh no, never!” Devon chuckled again into his drink. “We’re all so busy and happy,” he smiled. “Why there’s some that have been so busy, struggling to meet their goals, that I’ve offered them a retreat down near our Caribbean location. We’re throwing them a big party one night on a cruise!” He nodded slowly, “I do hope it’s not interrupted by any sudden storms…”
Devon grinned wickedly. “A few important guests whom I’ve had trouble convincing to our needs will be there too. Can’t help mutants in third world but I guess drunken nights with some loose twenty-somethings… there’s plenty of time for that,” he shook his head and tsked audibly. “The tropics have been a mess lately. Global warming and all that,” he nodded slowly.
Suddenly the man canted his head to one side, noting how quickly the condensation was forming on Jorge’s glass. “Sorry about that, looks like the central air – my great archenemy – is struggling with the humidity. I can fix that,” he nodded eagerly. Jumping to his feet and throwing back the last of his vodka, he stretched his arms but then went to the bar. He fetched a glass of ice cubes and sauntered back over.
Instead of flopping back on the sofa he leaned in close to the master of the oceans, meeting his eyes with a long glance before tilting his head past the other man’s. Dark, spiced cologne wafted up from Devon’s chest as he dropped a couple ice cubes from his glass into Jorge’s.
“Better drink that fast,” Devon smiled. “Much as I want our appointment to last all night, we’re both busy men.”
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His tales about getting information about the X-Men clearly intrigued Devon. The man’s eyes light with an interested fire as the older man began to inform him of what he was doing. Truth was that the leader of this Syndicate had been searching high and low for the X-Men ever since they first set foot in his business. He had been annoyed by their constant interference, he had wanted to find them to hopefully educate them in their mistakes. After all, being a hero was all well and good, but a decision has to be made on which side you were being a hero for. They just needed a reminder of their enemy…that was all.
Regaling the man with his story, Jorge couldn’t help but smirk a little. Devon could easily be difficult to impress but the man certainly seemed interested in his story. The pain that Jorge could inflict, the suffering against humankind, they were exactly the things that Jorge knew would pique his interest. Now that he had his attention ensnared, Jorge asked the same of him – how was he doing.
From Devon’s own mouth, he explained exactly his plans. Jorge couldn’t help but sit, enamored a little at the man’s words. He certainly had a number of skills and his tactical mind could be more than impressive (when he was focused). It was times like this that reminded the older man why the leader of the secretive Haven made such a good alliance. Jorge picked his friends carefully and, in this case, it seemed that he had indeed made the right choice.
As the man finished his stories, Jorge sighed as he sat back in his chair. Pulling his glass up, the man pressed the edge to his lips as he took a sip of the drink. However, something was clearly apparent when he brought his glass away from his lips. Tilting his head, he ran his thumb across the smooth surface and immediately noted that his finger left a trail of wiped condensation. He realized then that it was clearly getting warming in the room and there was only one cause for that – the young man sitting across from him.
>> “Sorry about that, looks like the central air – my great archenemy – is struggling with the humidity. I can fix that,”
Jorge smirked, watching Devon get to his feet and make his way to the ice machine that Jorge had set up in his office. Grabbing a few ice cubes, he returned to Jorge’s position and plopped a cube or two into his glass, but not before creeping in dangerously close to his face. Their eyes locked for a moment as the dangerous look flashed across the man’s face. It was a look that Jorge had seen before…
>> “Better drink that fast…Much as I want our appointment to last all night, we’re both busy men.”
Another grin. One more sip of his scotch and Jorge set his glass aside on the nearby desk. With that set aside, Jorge reached up, wrapping his arms around the younger man’s hips and pulled him down onto his lap. The expression of lust and enticement flashed across his dark eyes as he eyed the man closely, searching those blue windows for a hint of a conscious or sober thought. Really, it didn’t matter, now did it? So, leaning up, he planted a kiss on the man’s neck, followed by a slight nip with his teeth. He smirked as he whispered into the man’s ear.
”Then by all means…” he whispered in dark, playful manner.
Pulling back, Jorge planted a deep kiss on the man’s lips before he shoved Devon backwards, onto the couch. The look in his eyes could cause the hardest of hearts to tremble as Jorge pulled the notch of his tie, loosening it and pulling it off of his neck. When his eyes locked with the younger man, a twisted smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he removed himself from his chair. There was a silent understanding between them, then, as Jorge leaned closer, a slight growl on his lips and he slowly dipped to his knee.