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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Jorge
It wasn’t a rare thing for Jorge to get personally involved in the affairs of the Syndicate. He believed, more than most, that if you were going to lead then you needed to be down in the muck with everyone. Everyone had to get their hands dirty, everyone had to spill a little blood. It was what kept him in the know of what was going on within his organization and provided him with a sense of respect from his people. After all, when the **** goes down, it pays to know that the person leading you is right at your side.
Of course things were all-together different these days. While Jorge used anonymity at his mask, he didn’t have to so much anymore. Thanks given to a spatial rip in spacetime, the crime boss found it actually quite refreshing to walk out into the world. He didn’t have to worry about SUPER, there were not zones special to just mutants, all-in-all, it was actually quite freeing. It also provided him with enough cover to actually do what he needed to do to ensure he had a foothold in this world.
Already members of his organization were making waves. M-facilities were being shut down, land was being coerced for him, and every day, new members were joining with hopes of bring mutants into the forefront of the world; these were good times. And Jorge was all the more willinging to ensure that they continued.
Word came to him that most of the M facilities were shutting down, but a few were still struggling to reband and keep themselves from falling apart. It was cute, sure, maybe even a little admirable, but not enough to keep them afloat. No, he would personally drag them down into the dark and leave them to suffocate in the choking, dark waters obscurity. M was the past -- Ambrosia was the future.
Sitting in a cheap car that had been stolen, Poseidon sighed, sitting in the back seat, adjusting dark clothing that he wore. His usual fine suit was traded off for more tactical gear, including black tactical pants, a dark sweater, and a ski mask that was scrunched up to his forehead. He was looking down at the digital watch on his wrist, sending out a few necessary emails and setting reminders, when he glanced up to see that his second-in-charge, Duke Manchester was staring at him, smirking.
”What?” Poseidon asked with a devilish smirk.
“Nothin’,” Duke replied with a snort. “Just astounds me that as we’re getting ready to bust this ****hole open and your setting up business meetings.”
Jorge scoffed. ”That’s because you’re not a businessman, my dear Mr. Manchester.” he grinned. ”After all, someone has to pay the bills” Ironically, between being a crimeboss and a entrepreneur, he still found the later to be the most stressful. On the last email, he read a quick report that mainly contained River's ramblings but with just enough explanation to provide relief. Good. It seemed that her side project was going very, very well. He offered her his congratulations and once the last message was sent, he turned back to Duke with a smirk. ”So, run through again what we’re looking at here.”
Duke nodded as he pulled up a sheet of paper and ran through the coded notes. “M facility. Several workers, a few low-level security, mainly street thugs looking for a quick buck,” he shrugged. “Shouldn’t be too much of a problem. Lot of chatter on the secure lines, though.” Duke sighed. “Guess they’re double dipping the space. Sounds like they have some other illegal thing going on besides just processing that M garbage.”
Poseidon slipped on his black leather gloves. ”Sloppy,” he said with a cluck. ”Any idea what?”
Duke shook his head. “I’ve been listening in. Nothing concrete. But I think I caught a fragment of a conversation about animal crates. Either they’re also pushing exotiic pets or we having some kind of illegal fighting ring going on.”
”Well then,” Jorge said with a sigh. ”We’ll just have to watch on all fronts, won’t we?”
***
Inside the facility, towards one of the back spaces that had been retrofitted, there were the sounds of people shouting and cheering. The small, cramped space was lined with haphazard chairs, none of which were actually being sat in. Rather, everyone was standing, peering down into a pit that had been placed over a loading dock. There they could see the bloodshed as a pair of dogs barked and snapped at one another. One was already limping and the other was growling viciously as it circled. Both wore old and new scars, and both looked mad beyond reproach.
There was a lunge, a missed bite, and a pair of jaws wrapped around a neck. People cheered. Others booed. In the end, no one hear the whimpering of the poor pup that felt life seeping out from the vicious wound. The winner just continued to growl, hackles raised, eyeing the handlers who started to hop down into the pit. It was time to prepare for the next round.
Posted by Jay Fisher on Jan 21, 2018 7:27:48 GMT -6
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Almost no one heard the losing dog's final whimper. Almost.
Jay was in the crowd, trying his best to conceal the rage, the anger, and the downright heartbreak that this godawful activity brought down on him. His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his jacket as he hung towards the back of the crowd. No one really noticed the new face. After all, it wasn't like he'd made his presence known.
He'd cased this place out for awhile after getting wind of a dog-fighting ring while in shift. It was something no one was supposed to hear, of course, but no one expects the golden retriever. He'd continued going by the place in the shift--which thankfully wasn't desirable for a dog-fight; they were too sweet. And then, when the time was right, he'd assumed his brindle-colored boxer, was put into a crate, and then taken inside. But he escaped, and shifted back human, changing into the clothes he had nearby while the fighting was going on.
This really was a pathetic operation. It was pretty sloppy, for lack of a better word. Hell, no one had even noticed him yet. And the room was pretty cramped. Though he usually hated these tight spaces, it was going to work for him today. There wouldn't be anywhere to go but out once he enacted his plan.
He shuddered, cringing a little as his above-average hearing picked up on the final sounds of the fight above even the roars of the crowd. The sounds were really getting to him; the noise of the crowd was messing with his head, and the sounds of the fighting were making his stomach turn somersaults. He hated it. Every last bit of it. And he was going to be the lone wolf to tear this ****hole apart.
Speaking of lone wolves, Jay sneakily backed into a corner, and in the blink of an eye, he was no longer the tall, lanky blond he had been. Standing on the clothes he had been wearing only a second ago, was a large, grey wolf. Muscles coiled and tensed as he took in the smells the even keener nose of the wolf picked up. He could smell the blood in the pit below. The sweat dripping off of the spectators.
He stayed pressed against the corner, slipping behind a crate as he waited.
Another fight started, and then the wolf emerged from his hiding place, charging the crowd and lunging for the nearest spectator.
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Jorge
Poseidon was a man who loved to make an entrance. After all, when you name yourself after one of the most wrathful gods in classic mythology, it is only fitting that it belong to someone with an equally big personality. It leaves a lot to be lived up to and the watermancer was only too happy to flex these bigger-than-thou muscles. Still, when it came to a job like this, the man had to practice at least some kind of restraint. It would have been easy to simple bubble the entire facility and drown every one and thing inside. But where was the fun in that? Besides, it was best not to leave too big of a footprint just yet. There would be plenty of time later.
No, today, rather than use water to lift everything up, or send a tsunami crashing through the window, he would go for something a bit more direct. Besides, Duke had been rather coped up these days. It was only fitting to let a man of his caliber let loose some steam every now and again.
Knock-Knock!
The large, metal door resounded with Duke’s massive fist. The security inside, curious as to who would be knocking, carefully slid aside the flap of the peephole and peered out into the alley. There he found Duke, dressed all in black, a ski mask over his face. The last the guard saw was the barrel of a gun and the flash of light. The guard fell, soundlessly to the ground but the thunder cracked throughout the entire complex, sending everyone into an uproar. There were commands to bar the door, but before anyone could get to it, the thunder returned.
The door bent, doubling over like an amateur boxer squaring off against a old pro. A fist-sized imprint punched through the door, again and again, before a final hit sent it flying backwards and into the facility. People began to scramble, taking cover, all guns aimed towards the door. When Duke filled it, they fired, but their rounds had no effect as the biometal flesh beneath Duke’s skin merely rebounded every hit. He grinned inside of his mask as he stormed toward, one handgun raise, picking off people who were too dumbfounded to flee.
Another man attempted to rush Duke, but as soon as he collided with his body, the sound of crushing bones filled the air. He gasped, crumpling down, but was quickly scooped up by the towering Duke who the proceeded to use him as a shield as he continued to march into the room. Soon the whole place would be buzzing like confused bees having their hive knocked down.
A few made it past Duke’s attention, ready to flee, but were stopped when an arc of sharp water pummeled them like a firehose. Men gasped and gagged, struggling as they felt the intense water pressure practically flay off their skin. Some clutched their faces, feeling something wrong with their eyes, corneas burned by the unforgiving flow of water. But as they screamed, they were quickly silenced as more gunfire rang out, this time from a gold plated gun in the hand of another man.
Poseidon entered the room, smirking beneath his mask as he watched Duke take care of the majority of thugs. The rest were scattering and were easily picked off by Jorge as he followed behind. When one attempted to take a shot at him, the body of the crime boss instantly grew shapeless, letting the bullet pass unharmed, and resolidified. Poseidon merely clicked is tongue, lifted his gun, and fired back, put the man down with a piece of hot lead between the eyes.
The entirely facility was up in arms now. People were scattering, some were trying to lay down a defensive position. In other rooms people were gathering and burning evidence while others were looking for hiding places or someplace exit the building. Even in the back, where the illegal dog fighting was going on, the people were soon in uproar. First it was because of the rabid attack of the mad dog on personal, but it was quickly followed by the people screaming that the base was under attack. Those few guards who took M immediately popped their pills at attempted to engage in the fray, while others were trying to make an exit from mayhem.
Posted by Jay Fisher on Jan 23, 2018 8:31:04 GMT -6
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Even in the midst of his own chaos, Jay could hear the gunshots in the other room, and he knew that he wasn't alone. He just hoped whoever was causing **** in the other room believed in that whole "enemy of my enemy" thing. But as his teeth sank into the leg of one of the spectators, that thought faded from his mind as he tasted blood. His adrenaline pumped even more, and Jay wasn't sure if it was some subtle side effect of the shift, the adrenaline itself, or the intense rage over the dog fighting ring. But the wolf was spurred on even more.
And the people in the cramped space were given a choice: To stay and be mauled by a wolf, or go outside and face the gunfire. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his ribs and he slid across the floor. Big mistake. He climbed to his feet, snarling, and then he lunged, letting his attacker feel just what the loser of that last fight felt as the last bit of life was drained from him.
He was on someone else in an instant, fueled by rage, by adrenaline, and only spurred on by what would likely be a bruise later. He was a whirlwind of fur and fangs, his ears pinned back as a handful of them decided to take their chances with the gunfire.
For those that remained, he stayed, ears pinned back, his eyes focused on his prey, his nose and mouth now well acquainted with the smell and taste of blood. Something inside Jay had snapped this day, and as he lunged at someone else, he found himself tangled with people who were fighting back, but he was a wild animal, and normally, in the fight of man versus nature....
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Duke loved this ****. The towering man in black tactical gear owned the mayhem that exploded around him. His metallic musculature easily deflected any and all bullets while he punched and hurled people to the left and right. Those that opposed him were like tossed around like rag dolls or immediately met a bloody end. There was a reason that Duke worked for Jorge Cervantes and that was because his brutality was completely unmatched. It was something the crime boss simply loved to sit back and watch.
But as much as Poseidon wanted to just enjoy the show, he was actively participating this time. And for as much brutality as Duke offered, Jorge himself was embodied a more sweeping and god-like approach.
Moving into the facility, the crime boss chuckled as several shots were taken at him. Parts of his body melted away to water before reforming, proving him to be completely unharmed. A few shots of his gold gun, and cruel neck snap, and Jorge proved himself to be just as capable as Duke. But it was when he decided to use his abilities that he truly shined.
Water. It was everywhere. Bubbling up from cracks in the concrete, water pooled throughout the facility before lashing out like tendrils from some unseen water deity. The crime boss was all smiles, watching as people screamed, picked up and smashed into ceilings, equipment, even drowned in only a foot of water. It was pure mayhem right now and each and every thug and criminal in this place was going to suffer for simply being in the man’s way.
A door burst open as more people attempted to flee. Some tried to stop and raise arms against the attackers but Jorge was already on it. With a sweeping gesture, a wave of water erupted from the floor, sweeping up the attackers and trapping them in a personal maelstrom that slammed them against walls and dragged them beneath the floating torrent of liquid. By the time Jorge released them from the unexpected attack, the blue-lipped, broken, fools were sprawled across the soaking concrete, trapped in individuals hells of pain, confusion, and agony.
Casually the watermancer stepped over their bodies, sighing as he listened to Duke handle the rest of this room. But, it seemed that this group had come in from some back area; he had to wonder what they were hiding in there. His mask still firmly on his face, he grinned as he stepped into the back, watching people cringing, struggling to maneuver around a pit and especially a massive beast that was sinking its fangs deep into the body of one of the workers. Judging from the area, the blood in the pit, and the fall carcass of what seemed to be a dog, he had a sneaking suspicion what was going on here.
He shook his head. Standing in the doorway, he blocked anyone else from trying to flee as they immediately saw him and started to back away cautiously. They were right to do so. Gold-plated gun in one hand, water snaking around his other, he tilted his head as he looked almost disappointedly at the rest of the people who eyed him.
”Seriously? Dog fighting?” he commented. Raising his fun he suddenly let off another round, killing a rich looking man who stumbled over. ”So crass.” His eyes then drifted to the busy wolf. ”And even black market animal trafficking?” Another shot as yet another fell. ”Pathetic.” He glanced back to the wolf. ”But you are a pretty one. I may have to take you home myself.”
Posted by Jay Fisher on Jan 26, 2018 23:32:15 GMT -6
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Jay was pissed, and being a wild animal didn't exactly help matters much, as it only seemed to fuel his rage. There was a pile of bodies in his wake, and he was about to add even more to the pile as he snarled and growled and--
WHAP!
He crumpled to the floor, but only for a moment as he saw someone wielding a board of some kind. And it caught him right across the face. The wolf let out a howl of pain, lunging and pouncing on his attacker; the sap had bad form, and because of it, didn't get another shot. In fact, he didn't get another breath after that mistake. But then the people stopped trying to leave the door, and instead started to funnel around the wolf as he was busy. They sort of huddled against the wall, awaiting their deaths.
When Jay looked up, he saw why they were cowering, seeming to choose the wolf over this duo. At first glance, it was just two dudes, though the one with the mask and the golden gun seemed to have some sort of clout. And judging by the smell of blood, they'd had a higher kill count than he. Which...may not have been hard to do. But as the adrenaline wore off, Jay found his head throbbing, and he resisted the urge to instinctively lick his wounds.
At the mention of animal trafficking, the wolf shook his head reflexively, much more human than canine. Once the throbbing in his head eased a little, he eased himself to the corner, grabbing his clothes, and expertly shoving them into the drawstring gym bag. Then, he made his way back to the stranger, gym bag slung across his back.
For now, he'd stay a wolf. He was already exhausted, and shifting would make that worse. Besides, he figured he'd look much more badass as a beaten bloodied wolf than a beaten, bloodstained, naked guy. He sat in front of the stranger, looking up at him, after all, he figured if this guy wanted him dead, Jay probably wouldn't be standing here right now.
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There was something a bit endearing about standing in a room that was full of people cowering in fear. The looks he saw on their faces reminded him of that old story, the Pit and the Pendulum. Certain death awaited them, no matter which direction they took so people tended to stand, paralyzed, unable to make that final step towards eternity. It was musing, to say the least, and Jorge savored the looks on their faces as they looked between both him and the wild, blood-riddled wolf in the corner of the room. It seemed they needed a bit of a nudge.
Jorge turned his attention back to the wolf. the only thing he could think of was that these guys were having animal fights with trafficked animals. It wouldn’t be the first time he ran across something like this. Hell, a few of his consultants tried to sell him on how much money he could take if he participated in moving rare animals. Unfortunately, that had never been his style. As much as Poseidon loved money, trusting living creatures when it came to illegal acts was never wise.
Still, the wolf was a beauty. Maybe he could take him back to his own dimension and either train him up or set him loose in the wild? It was the least the creature was owed to make up for it’s shotty treatment. And yet, even as the thought crossed his mind, he found himself the recipient of a rather odd circumstance.
The wolf, seemingly hearing Jorge’s comment, actually shook its head, gathered some stray clothing, and proceeded to shove them into a nearby bag. That was certainly cause for alarm. Still, the crime boss didn’t react, not even when the wolf padded up to him, slinging the bag on its back and tilted its head as he faced him. Poseidon was notably impressed.
”Well...look at that,” Jorge said as he peered at the beast,a smile curling his lips. ”You’re either extremely well-trained…there’s something more to you than meets the eye.”
It was too perfect. Even though the wolf hadn’t made the indication, there was enough strangeness in the way the way the creature moved to prove to Jorge that he was possibly dealing with a mutant. He didn’t see anyone around controlling the creature, and the fact that he just watched it pack up clothing showed him that he was certainly dealing with more. Still grinning, the crime boss reached up, pulling the mask from his face. Casually he straightened his hair before nodding to the beast.
”Let’s you and me have a talk, shall we?” he asked sweetly. He nodded to Duke and gestured to the rest of the room. ”Duke? Handle this people as you see fit, please.” he turned back to the wolf. ”My new canine friend and I have some things to discuss.” he gestured for Wolfie to follow him out of the room as Duke advanced, setting eyes on the cowering group of people.
Posted by Jay Fisher on Jan 27, 2018 20:24:46 GMT -6
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The wolf locked eyes with the strangers, standing tall in victory, but sporting a few scars. His face was swollen slightly from being hit with the board, but that didn't take away from his piercing blue eyes and blood-stained maw. He licked his lips as he wondered what was going to happen now. Though it was apparent that this guy got some semblances of the hints that he'd been dropping.
”Well...look at that...You’re either extremely well-trained…there’s something more to you than meets the eye.”
Jay nodded, and the man removed his mask, still smiling; either this guy was pleased with Jay's performance, or the guy was a nut. Or a little of both. And then, he was being motioned to the next room, and he nodded, following next to the gentleman until they got into the room. He honestly didn't care what that Duke fellow did to the survivors. They got what was coming to them, after all.
Proceeding to the room, he knowingly stepped behind a crate, and when he emerged a moment later, he was a fully clothed human, with a bruise across his face, the gym bag slung over his shoulder. He held his hands up in a peaceful gesture, before attempting to wipe away the blood still staining his face.
"Alright..." he breathed, sort of winded from the ordeal; after all shifting and fighting was hard work, and Jay had been a bit more....up close and personal. "I know this might not be the preferred form, but....well it's the only way I can talk," he said with a tired smile. After he'd said this piece, he figured it was best to keep quiet and let his new...acquaintance do the talking.
After all, he was standing in the middle of what this guy was capable of.
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Jorge knew talent when he saw it. As a matter of fact, he prided himself on his ability to separate the wheat from the chaff. It paid in his organization to know who was going to be useful, who waste, and when an opportunity was present. When he first saw the wolf in the back room, he immediately figured it for some wild, trafficked animal that these bozos were too stupid maintain. Poseidon hadn’t decided what to do with it, but he wasn’t going to let such a beautiful creature run loose throughout the city. However, once the puzzle pieces connected and spelled out “MUTANT”, he knew there was something special here -- especially considering that they were apparently on the same side.
That alone deserved a talk.
Jorge stepped aside, gesturing for the wolf to follow him out into the rest of the facility. Those drug mules, chemists, and gamblers still huddled in a corner, wild eyes looking for any route of escape; one that would never come. With a confirmation from his boss, Duke cracked his metallic knuckles, rolled his shoulders and stepped into the room, eyeing the cowering people. Once Jorge and the wolf had cleared, Duke kicked his foot backwards, knocking the door shut with an audible clang.
As much as Poseidon enjoyed seeing the ex-boxer work, there were other matters to attend to. Walking across the wet concrete, Jorge released the coil of water from around his wrist, allowing it splash down around his feet. He watched as the wolf trotted off around some containers before reappearing moments later as a man, fully dressed. There was a slight pause of suspicion in Jorge’s eyes, watching the other approach. He had no doubt that the wolf was a mutant but, in all fairness, it’s easier to accept watching it with your own two eyes.
Still, he didn’t want to be rude and just gun down the guy without cause; still, he made sure to note the weight of the gun in its holster and calculated how long it would take to pull it out if he needed it.
>>"Alright...I know this might not be the preferred form, but....well it's the only way I can talk,"
Poseidon smirked. He still eyed the man carefully, keeping distance, but wasn’t completely wary of him either. ”By all means,” he said with a gesture. ”Take whatever form you are most comfortable with.” He leaned back, sitting against a railing, his hands folded in front of him as he continued to eye the young man. ”That’s impressive what you did back there, but, if you don’t mind, I do have some questions.” he grinned. ”You a really one of the brotherhood of mutants?” he asked poetically. ”Or are you just some M-head who lost control of his abilities back there and turned on your people in a moment of weakness? Think carefully before you answer,” he said with a sweet smile. ”I do have ways of finding out and not all of them are pretty.”
Posted by Jay Fisher on Jan 29, 2018 21:54:16 GMT -6
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From across the room, Jay mentally sized up his new conversation partner. Instantly, he knew that if this guy wanted him dead, he'd be dead. From what he could tell, it wouldn't matter if he was human, chihuahua, wolf, or Saint Bernard. But it seemed they were on the same side. Or at least, in that 'enemy of my enemy' scenario. Though that didn't necessarily mean they were friends it just means the three of them would be walking out of here alive. Hopefully.
For a split second, he thought the form he'd be most comfortable with was one that could get him the hell out of here, but common sense said to stay and talk. Besides...if they had common ambitions....maybe this conversation would be beneficial. He leaned against a shipping crate just close enough to the guy so they could converse.
"I'm a mutant to the core," he said. "Shifted for the first time when I was thirteen...from there, the rest was history," he said with a slight smile, sparing the details of his backstory. He gave a slight wince as his head began to throb again. They'd gotten two good hits in, at least.
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In all fairness, both Duke and River hated it when Poseidon was this chatty with new mutants that he came across. They had reached a sudden influx of new members, people who had never even heard of the Syndicate were being asked to join. Of course they were just trying to protect their boss but Jorge had never been one to take a risk without the ramifications fully thought out. Not that he wanted to be arrogant about it (he was) Poseidon never made a decision that didn’t look over a thousand times in his head.
In this instance, the crime lord saw possible new talent. How could he resist wanting to inquire more of the young man? If there was one thing that Jorge always appreciated and sought for in his circle, it was shifters. They were a wily bunch and tended to provide him with a variety of useful skills. That was why, seeing that he was dealing with a wolf-shifter (if there were more in his arsenal, even better), Jorge was going to be quick to try and snatch him up.
But, he had to be sure. Leaning back against a railing on the dock, his gun holstered, watermancer merely observed Wolfie as he wandered being a container and then popped back out as a human being. Interesting. So he started off this little “interview” with the most obvious question: was he a mutant or just a human taking M. He could be blunt.
>>"I'm a mutant to the core...Shifted for the first time when I was thirteen...from there, the rest was history,"
He grinned. It could have been a bull**** story, sure, but it seemed unlikely. Besides, there was nothing Wolfie could do to him even if he was a filthy M-user trying to sneak out of a bad situation. The second he tried to shift and clamp jaws on him, the water god could simply snap his fingers and drown him in a water dish. But he would take the man’s words at face value and give him the benefit of the doubt -- until proven otherwise.
”Splendid,” he said. ”Fifteen for me.” he smirked. He then gestured to the young man. ”So I take it you are a shifter? Wolf your only form?”
It was certainly sounding like a job interview now.
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Almost suddenly, the atmosphere in that part of the warehouse seemed to change. Though the smell of death and blood was still an assault on Jay's keener-than-average nose, the chaos and the pandemonium in and of itself had died down, and now the conversation that was taking place had more of a professional air to it. Jay wasn't entirely sure of this guy's angle--he was damn sure it wasn't as cut and dry as 'heard of a dog fighting ring, I hate those, so I took it out' either. But it was obvious who was asking the questions here, and it wasn't the guy who made jokes about liking collars and belly-rubs, either.
Apparently he liked the answer though, judging by the grin. "I'm what you'd call a canine shifter. I've got the wolf, a couple of foxes, an African Wild dog, and quite a few domesticated breeds, from a chihuahua to a golden retriever to a boxer. I'm set to go back to the zoo soon, so I may be able to pick up a couple more," he said. "Wolf just seemed to be the best fit for what the task at hand called for today."
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Jorge liked to be honest and straightforward. He saw little reason in beating around the bush and that was especially true when it came to recruitment. He knew what he wanted when he saw it and seeing the bloodthirsty little wolf-shifter was certainly something that he wanted running around the Syndicate -- assuming that the mutant was actually a mutant and not a human trying to live to see the next day. No, for as much as his caution wanted to prepare him for that, he knew that it wasn’t true. Still, he would keep the line dangling -- just in case.
He went on to inquire about the man’s powers. Could he only shift into a wolf? Was there more to it that he was just hesitant to reveal? Again, Jorge was blunt and just flat out asked -- what could the kid do?
>>"I'm what you'd call a canine shifter. I've got the wolf, a couple of foxes, an African Wild dog, and quite a few domesticated breeds, from a chihuahua to a golden retriever to a boxer. I'm set to go back to the zoo soon, so I may be able to pick up a couple more...Wolf just seemed to be the best fit for what the task at hand called for today.
Jorge listened closely, making a mental note of everything that the young man was saying. Canine shifter, the ability to shift into a number of, essentially, dogs. That could actually be very useful. Even the chihuahua, while humorous, could serve a purpose in the right circumstances. Again, he loved shifters just for how versatile they cane be.
”Interesting…” he said with a nod. He then gestured to the room that they were just in. Through the closed doors there were a few sounds of whimpering and pleading, but those were quickly followed by the sound of something that sounded like a hammer being struck against a slab of meat. ”If I may ask, what was your business in there? Trying to make some quick cash dog fighting for these M-heads or is there another reason you started ripping people’s throats out?”
Posted by Jay Fisher on Feb 1, 2018 19:33:03 GMT -6
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Jay tried to block out the sounds of death in the next room, focusing on the conversation at hand. There was much more to what was going on, but he wasn't sure he wanted to try to figure out how deep this **** actually ran. But he knew that some things were found out in time, and if he stayed around--or alive--long enough, he'd eventually find out. Or forget.
He looked at the guy with a somewhat darker expression. "My business here was dismantling a dog-fighting ring. Seemed like a shoddy operation, so I figured I could take it down myself," he explained, then began to elaborate on his story.
"Well, a few weeks ago, I was doing my routine run as a golden retriever, and picked up wind of a dog fighting ring. Those...don't set well with me, so I spent the next couple of weeks casing out the joint, each time as an...undesirable...dog. Too sweet to fight, but too big to be bait. Not that I've seen them use those, but can't be too careful." he paused a moment.
"Anyway....today's the day I made my move. I stashed some clothes nearby, even managed to slip into the warehouse and stash an outfit I'd need. This morning, I shifted into a boxer. They put me in a crate. I shifted back, escaped, and changed into my clothes, blending into the crowd. Once the timing felt right, I slipped back into the shadows, shifted into a wolf, and proceeded to put this place out of business. Little did I know, you seemed to have a similar idea frontside, and we just met in the middle."
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It was all very interesting but for as useful as the guy’s powers were, he needed to know more about the reason why he was here. If he was here just to make some quick cash or because he willingly tosses himself at these people’s feet, then he needed to know. Jorge didn’t like to waste mutant blood but he saw nothing wrong with disposing of what wasn’t of use to him. He didn’t like to leave loose ends, after all. So, calmly, he crossed his arms over his chest and inquired, why was he here. His answer would determine how this would continue…
>>"My business here was dismantling a dog-fighting ring. Seemed like a shoddy operation, so I figured I could take it down myself,"
Jorge nodded. It was true. The was a shanty operation, one that was built pretty much overnight by survivors of his M facility raids. They were scrambling like bugs trying to form a new hive before they were utterly decimated but decimation came either way. If he was going to push Ambrosia on these streets, then he needed to ensure that there wasn’t any cheap knock-offs like these.
But the shifter was here for a different reason. He wasn’t looking to stop the drugs, but merely to halt the dog fighting that was happening behind closed doors. How noble. Jorge gestured for him to continue, his face an unreadable mask as he observed.
>>"Well, a few weeks ago, I was doing my routine run as a golden retriever, and picked up wind of a dog fighting ring. Those...don't set well with me, so I spent the next couple of weeks casing out the joint, each time as an...undesirable...dog. Too sweet to fight, but too big to be bait. Not that I've seen them use those, but can't be too careful."
The guy was smart. Using undesirable forms to keep a close eye on the operation and find his way in. Still, there was that danger of being used pretty much as bait or target practice before he was ready but it seemed to work out.
>>"Anyway....today's the day I made my move. I stashed some clothes nearby, even managed to slip into the warehouse and stash an outfit I'd need. This morning, I shifted into a boxer. They put me in a crate. I shifted back, escaped, and changed into my clothes, blending into the crowd. Once the timing felt right, I slipped back into the shadows, shifted into a wolf, and proceeded to put this place out of business. Little did I know, you seemed to have a similar idea frontside, and we just met in the middle."
Jorge arched his brow. He digested everything that the man had said, letting them all mix together in his head. It all sounded pretty plausible and, judging by the atrocities he saw in that room before Duke entered, Jorge could see that he certainly did a number on those gamblers and the staff who were residing inside. It could definitely be the earmarks of someone who was trying to dismantle an operation rather than someone just trying to save their own skin.
The crime boss shrugged his shoulders, offering the smallest of grins. ”I didn’t come to break up some illegal dog fighting,” he cleared up. He then nodded to the crates around them. ”I came here to put a stop to that.” The crates, one which was open and nearby, held lab equipment. ”They were producing M here. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not some crusader for justice,” a devilish smile. ”I’m quite the opposite. I came here to stamp out the competition so that my own...unique product can flow freely.” He then gestured to the room they had just left. Duke still wasn’t done but the pathetic pleading was starting to die down from within. ”We just so happened to be in the same neighborhood.” His hand, casually, drifted down, hovering near his holstered weapon. He eyed the other man closer, a daring smile on his lips. ”Opinions?”