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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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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>> ”Not really from here… too much heat, messing with my sight…I can however create something else that could help us…”
Jorge could tell now that the X-Man’s ability with ice somehow also affected his vision. Whatever the reason was, though, it was not able to work so well. Apparently the heat was doing something to the man’s eyesight. It was not as simple as just sweat dripping into his eyes, either. It was something else. The man vision apparently relied some on the temperature of the environment. But at least he was not going to be going totally blind. Jorge stepped back as the man switched to a back-up plan.
In moments the detective watched a small block of ice be created before him. Enough so that it could reflect almost like a mirror. That could definitely prove useful.
As it was being created, he could see that already something was being reflected in the surface. It took Sam’s eyes though to really tell what was going on…
>> ”It’s a boiler… and a big one…And it looks like our guy is there as well, however I don’t see anyone else….”[/i]
He nodded. The boiler would definitely be the culprit for the heat. Pulling his gun up, he sighed as he tried to think of what to do next. They could not rush him. The man could get desperate and end up doing something absolutely stupid. The last thing they needed was for a desperate man to be cornered.
>> ”Again it’s about to get colder…I’ll distract you nail him? Or do you have a better idea?”[/i]
Jorge was about to comment that they needed a better plan when suddenly a sheet of ice began to form around the X-Man. It looked almost like an armor of sorts, a second skin of the cold, icy substance that looked as if it were quite safe. As much as Jorge really was not liking this plan, he saw that he had little other option. The criminal had to be stopped…
With a sigh, he nodded his head a little reluctantly. They would have to take this gamble.
“Alright,” Jorge whispered with a nod. “Keep him busy and I’ll take him down. Just be careful in there. We don’t need that boiler going up.”
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Body now layered in a layer of ice Sam became far less worried about himself and far more worried about Jorge and the hostage assuming the hostage was still alive, and the only way he was thinking so negatively was because he couldn’t actually feel the hostage. The reason he was worried about Jorge was because from what he had seen these gunman had guns and as far as he knew Jorge wasn’t bullet proof, nether was he but with his ice armor it was less of a threat. ”That’s the last thing we need!” Sam said reassuringly waving his hand dismissing the idea of that even happening.
It was a dangerous plan on his part but Sam had been shot at on numerous occasions so the initial fear one has of being shot starts to fade along with the ice armor he wasn’t to worried. Turning the corner Sam ran out into the open and he spotted the gunman, alone for the most part a quick glance proved to reveal no other bodies near him which only meant that Sam didn’t have to worry about the hostage being in urgent danger from a bullet to the head. That was only if the hostage wasn’t near them something Sam couldn’t confirm at this time.
Turning his head so his good eye could scan the area he still found nothing, no hostage of any kind. Once his head was turned however it left it open to attack and seeing as he was in plain sight he was a perfect target for a gunman with a high-powered machine gun. Sam’s head still turned to the side he didn’t see the gunman raise his gun or pull the trigger, what he did hear however was the sound of the bullets leaving the barrel aiming straight at him. ”Looks like it’s time to move!” Sam said falling back and rolling to the side a few bullets drilled into the ice armor but were eventually stopped before they did any real damage.
So far three bullets managed to drill into the armor far enough to puncture the skin but that was as far as they got because when they touched skin ice reformed pushing it out of Sam’s protective cocoon. Sam rolled and the hail of bullets remained fixed until Sam was on the oppisite side of the entrance he just left Jorge at. On Sam’s side however there were barrels to cover for him so after he rolled behind him he regained his footing and crouched behind it. ”Your under arrest! Don’t make this more difficult for yourself! Surrender!” the bullets stopped for a second and Sam poked his head up eyeing the gunman then ducked back down as he pulled the trigger again. With each bullet a loud thud could be heard from the barrels that started to leak a liquid of some kind.
Not paying much attention to the barrels Sam shook his head, ”Never the easy way!” jumping up and aiming his hands towards the gunman he shot of a few beams of cold hoping to freeze the gunman on impact.
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>> ”Your under arrest! Don’t make this more difficult for yourself! Surrender!...Never the easy way!”
Jorge watched as the X-Man sprang into action. Covered in ice, he ducked across the hallway and the detective watched as he was pelted with bullets. That ice armor must have really come in handy though since the man barely seemed fazed by them. This let Jorge breathe a little easier, because at least that meant the man was not going to get himself killed trying to be an action star. Still though, there was something in his moves that was beginning to make Jorge a little wary of him. He did not want the man to simply go charging in there and their plan was faulty. There was no knowledge of wear the hostage was so that was going to make things extremely difficult.
But even as the detective watched Sam draw the man’s gunfire, he had to admit he was still impressed with him moves. Hopefully he would not get either of them killed as well…
But, as Jorge stood, ready to slink in and take out the last gunman, the X-Man continued to jump into the fray. Jorge wanted to scream “No!” “That’s not the plan!” but it was too late. Sam had unleashed a wave of cold in order to bring down the last gunman. He was throwing himself into the line of fire, for what? To be the hero? To satisfy his need for danger? There was no way for the detective to know. But even as he watched Sam unleash that wave of ice that would freeze whatever they touched, he already got a bad feeling that something was going to happen.
The gunman, distracted by the arrival of the X-Man did as all cornered, panicked gunmen do…he panicked.
For criminals, the need to escape from being sent to jail once more is a powerful incentive to remove all logic from the equation. A normal man would have seen the boiler, realized it was not a good idea to fire his gun and figured on either giving up or hiding behind his hostage. But this man was cornered and desperate and instead of being talked down, he was launched at by an X-Man. Jorge knew he could have disarmed him. It would have been a simple enough job. Unfortunately, due to his wild firing at the ice covered Sam and his panicked state, he had already ruptured the boiler which began to spill water into the room.
If Sam saw it, Jorge didn’t know. Instead he could only watch helpless as the X-Man fired beams of ice into the room. It was only as water spilled into the room that, out of the corner of his eye, Jorge saw a small head ducked down into a crawl space on the floor. Water spilled all around the young man and, as Jorge watched the ice beam struck the pooling water on the ground.
“NO! Sam! STOP!!” he screamed as he suddenly leaned in, took aim and fired at the panicked gunman’s kneecap. “Don’t freeze the room!”
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It only took a second to notice what had happened in a crazed attempt to kill Sam hoping to escape in the process the gunman punctured the boiler and a shiver went down Sam’s spine. He instantly got a bad feeling from this and he had to act. Another bullet punctured the hull of the boiler and then another. He didn’t stop firing even though he was nowhere near the intended target. Just once Sam wanted someone one who knew how to fire and when, as bad as it sounds.
Moving his position he saw the steam coming from water as it splashed out onto the ground and let out a small ‘hisss’ due to the air around him being under the influence of his cold. The hot water only meant one thing unattended. Sam would be fine for the most part but Jorge (if he didn’t see it coming) along with the gunman and the hostage (if he was still alive) would have all been burned or boiled. Either way Sam was going to stop it.
Jumping up and ignoring the gunman Sam felt the water and moisture around him and focused on it condensing it and slowing it down until ice started to form around him. More pools of water on the ground continued to pour out from the barrels that were punctured and they instantly froze over only cracking and refreezing when some of the boiler water splashed out and touched down on it.
Within seconds more and water that poured out of the boiler became to freeze. Breathing out Sam finally heard the words that Jorge had called out and turning his body and looking at the now downed gunman who was holding his knee Sam blinked and looked to Jorge immediately releasing his hold on the ice. “What?!? What’s wrong!?!”
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>> “What?!? What’s wrong!?!”
Jorge had already ran into the room. He caught sight of the gunman, flailing on the ground now that his kneecap was destroyed, but the detective paid no attention to it. As he ran in, he skidded on the slick, ice covered floor, but did not stop. Instead he slid across the ice, eyeing the spot there he had seen the hostage a mere moment ago. All the while in the back of his mind he was trying his best to not curse out the overly zealous X-Man.
Jorge had some choice words for him. Show boating was one thing but he should have checked this room before he pulled off a move that dangerous. Then again, could he really blame him? He was trying to stop a dangerous criminal. His heart was in the right place but the hostage never should have been in this much danger. That was one thing that the academy always drilled into him back when he was still a trainee; always secure all hostages first. They are the first and most important priority in the list of things to do. Jorge always believed that.
But as he slipped and dashed across the ice, he realized how confusing this situation was as well. They were being fired at, they had no idea where the hostage was, the gunman did not even offer the kid as leverage for a way out. He was panicked and he only wanted them dead. How could either him or Sam know?
But that was their job. They were supposed to anticipate these scenarios. That was the bottom line. And now even with all gunmen down, this kid was going to suffer the consequences…
Jorge fell to his knees in front of the crawl space where he had last seen the boy. He looked at the frosted ice, swept the smaller chips away with his hand as he tried to get a clear view. It was only as he swept more ice flakes away that he finally saw it…or him.
The boy was looked like he was in the middle of attempting to duck down. His face was squeezed into an expression fear. Eyes tightly closed, jaw clenched, he looked as if he had been waiting for this eventuality the whole time. Jorge felt a pang of sadness in his heart as he pounded on sheet of ice, attempting to break it himself. Reaching over, he grabbed a loose, frosted over pipe and immediately began to pound it into the ice to free the boy. When it did nothing he tossed it aside. As he did so, he glanced over to Sam who was still at the doorway.
“The hostage is here! Melt the ice! NOW goddammit!” he demanded as he pulled out his cell phone and dialed the emergency number. “This is Detective Cervantes! I need a bus out here right now. We may have a critically injured boy and we have several criminals in custody.”
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Sam soon got the answer he was most afraid of. His body grew still his breathing shallow and his hearing silenced from a high pitched ringing. Sam blinked with his lone eye and watched as Jorge booked it across the ice and slid to a large mass near a nook similar to the one that he and Jorge had taken cover in moments before. He should have looked there he could have looked there. It was his fault…
Jorge brushed off the snow that had formed and yelled something; the ringing in Sam’s ears distracted him made it impossible to hear for a brief moment. A moment lasted only that, a moment the sounds of the words quickly caught up to Jorge’s lips that were moving and Sam’s body reacted. He started off slow and then broke out into a sprint, each step he took on the ice melted more and more of it around him until he was upon Jorge and the hostage who was still covered in a thin layer of ice it was clear he was covered in water before hand.
Sam’s stomach tightened like a kick was placed dead center seconds before, his heart started to race and he opened his mind to his sixth sense the heat around Jorge and the hostage gave off a warm feeling and the boiler that was white hot seconds before and made it impossible to see anything was much dimmer still very hot but the initial heat that it was giving off was like comparing the sun to a dim light bulb. “I…I.. didn’t s-see him!” Sam forced the words out of his mouth making sure his fears didn’t completely mute him other than the panting he was now displaying.
It was clear Sam was afraid of what he had done, not due to the consequences but because of the life that was placed in danger due to his mutation. When he was younger he knew the freezing temperature of the human body, how to properly give some one hypothermia or frost bite these all came second nature to him as a kid, which was the only reason he had the control that he did. Quickly assessing the situation and the heat the boy was giving off the word exited his mouth, “Hypothermia….”
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>> “I…I.. didn’t s-see him!”
The words fell on deaf ears as the detective snapped his phone shut and turned his attention back to the boy that had been the gunmen’s hostage. He saw Sam running into the room and just as he did so the ice finally began to melt and revert back into puddles of water. When the X-Man was close enough, the ice around the crawlspace melted enough for Jorge to finally reach in and pull the boy free. Though he was still covered in flakes of snow, at least he was not a solid ice cube anymore. Still, the prognosis was not going to be good.
He pulled the boy across his lap. Part of him wanted to panic with a disbelief in what to do next, but his training quickly kicked in. As much as he wanted to yell at Sam for pulling a move like that, he knew that there was no point to it. He’d give him a piece of mind later, but right now was definitely not the time or place.
As Sam knelt next to him, Jorge watched as the man looked the previously frozen hostage over. Some part of his mutation had to do with his vision, Jorge guessed as much, and was apparently applying this same talent to checking the boy.
>> “Hypothermia….” [/i]
Jorge nodded. The room was still cold and there was no way they could keep him in here until the ambulance he called for arrived. Instead he reached into his coat pocket, pulled out his car keys and tossed them over to Sam.
“You, go to my car, open the trunk. There should be an emergency kit and a blanket inside. Get it and wait for me outside. We need to get this kid into the sunlight before he gets worse.”
Jorge said nothing more to Sam, did not even check if the X-Man got up to run out to his car. Instead he cradled the boy against his chest and slowly stood up. The gunman who was in the room was still frozen over and had a bullet in his knee. He was not going to be going anywhere soon. As the detective held the hostage against his chest, he hoped that some of his own body heat would be able to replenish that lost due to the boy’s experience. It was not going to be enough though. Sam had pretty much flash frozen the entire room. It was going to take more than sunlight and a blanket. They needed that ambulance now…
The whole time he carried the hostage out of the warehouse, he glanced around at each of the detained criminals. Some were still knocked out, others were grumbling but knew better than to attempt and escape. Jorge only shot them a glare as he held the still very hold body against his chest. He knew it was dangerous moving the kid but they needed to be outside in the sun. If anything that would buy the boy a bit more time…
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Car keys were tossed to him and in an instant he had shifted from X-Man who royally screwed up to valet. He looked down the keys still slightly in shock and then he looked to Jorge who despite the fear he had on his body was still trying to control the situation. Sam breathed out and then breathed in calming himself and trying to regain control. ”Right!” he didn’t argue but instead did as was requested. He let his ego get in the way before and it was something he wasn’t going to do again.
Letting Jorge take lead now Sam booked it back to Jorge’s car without a passing thought to anything else around him. Running through the memories of his training as a child he recalled what to do incase of hypothermia Jorge, for the most part had the right idea, what he didn’t do was something that needed to be done before the blanket was draped on him.
”Officer,” he didn’t feel right addressing the officer by Jorge at the moment it was something he thought he should earn back ”remove the water asap, the dryer he is the better condition he will be in for when EMS arrive.”
Once outside and at the car he quickly popped the trunk and opened the blanket for the young man who he had given hypothermia to, guilt still overtaking him Sam asked carefully, ”Strong Pulse?” as he asked this, the EMS could be heard off in the distance.
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Jorge had carried the boy through the warehouse, letting the X-Man run ahead so that he could get that blanket out of the car. He knew he needed to both keep that boy warm as well as dry. But he wanted him out of the warehouse and in the sun as soon as possible. On top of that, there were still bits of frost on him that the detective could do nothing about. He had a good mastery over water, but when it came to vapors and ice, there was really nothing that the man could do. At least outside those would melt off a bit faster and allow him to dry the boy’s clothing.
The glare of the sun was bright, warm, and a very big relief. One would think that the warehouse would actually be warming, but judging by the amount of ice that Sam had thrown around, it lowered the temperature in certain areas. Not an ideal place to warm up the boy. But as soon as they were outside and hit by that warm breeze, Jorge knew he could set him down.
>> ”Officer…remove the water ASAP, the dryer he is the better condition he will be in for when EMS arrive.” [/i]
“Already ready on it,” Jorge replied as he began to kneel down.
He knelt onto the warm asphalt and very gently set the young man down. As soon as he did, he lifted his hand, palm directed at boy’s damp clothes and gave a small twist of his wrist. The water that soaked the boy’s clothes began to lift off, reluctantly, and allow floated in the open space between them. The globules of water merged and swirled in the air as more and more water began to combine. Soon there was a floating globe of water between the two that swirled and reflected the midday light.
Once Jorge felt that he had drawn enough water he twitched his wrist again and the water floated off before harmlessly splashing down against some loose brick and mortar from a destroyed wall.
The blanket offered, Jorge took it from the X-Man, wrapped it around the boy’s body as tight as he could make it. After that, Jorge took off his own trenchcoat and laid it on top of the boy, while he placed two fingers against his neck…
>> ”Strong Pulse?”
“Barely,” Jorge said with a nod. He glanced to the X-Man and his voice fell quiet. His expression made it impossible to show what he wanted to say and indeed he never got to when there as a sudden cry from an ambulance vehicle.
The detective looked off into the distance and sighed a bit in relief. The EMTs would better be able to handle this and, hopefully, this boy would live to see another day…
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His footsteps echoed on the smooth linoleum tiled floors of the hospital hall. Detective Jorge Cervantes had just arrived after giving his official statement to another officer that had met him in the lobby. Jorge didn’t like it when innocent bystanders were harmed, he doubted anyone actually did except for a true psychopath, but this one was especially hitting him hard. He knew that he too was partially to blame for this. He should have scoped that room better, he should have attempted to talk to the man inside of letting the X-Man try to run the situation his way. But there was no sense in blaming the vigilante. He was only trying to help.
As much as Jorge wanted to be mad at him, as much as he wanted to blame him as being the reason as to why that kid was in the hospital, he knew he couldn’t do that. That would not be fair of him. How many times had he been on the receiving end of such blame? Any mutant or law enforcement officer, for that matter? Sometimes people just get hurt. He knew he couldn’t blame himself for them all…and neither could he blame the X-Man.
Hands stuffed into his trenchcoat, Jorge cracked his neck to the side as he turned another corner and arrived at the door he had been directed to. The kid was an orphan, attempting to live by his own rules and just happened to be in a bad place at the bad time. The detective shook his head just as he arrived at the open door.
Glancing in…there was Sam, the X-Man who had met for the first time earlier today. He looked just as distraught and destroyed by the boy’s current condition. At least there was remorse…if there hadn’t been, well…he would have rather not thought about what would have happened then.
Arms crossed over his chest, Jorge slowly walked into the room. He didn’t know his Sam even noticed him come in so he simply began to talk.
“He’s going to be fine. I already talked to the doctors, he’ll survive this.” Jorge said with a small nod. “He just needs a warm bed for the night.” He turned to Sam to see if he registered any of his words before he spoke again. “You look like hell.”
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The beeping continued his eye shut and his thoughts still racing on what could have been instead of what was. He should have moved back more he should have used his eye to search instead of his mutations. He should’ve not instigated the firing. Then there was the one big question that popped into his mind, ‘who else did he hurt just by being there?’ who else wasn’t as lucky as the kid laying in the hospital bed with hypothermia? Sam ran his fingers through his hair his head filled with doubts and he sighed.
The door opened and a pair of feet walked into the room followed by the detective’s voice from earlier. Sam didn’t even try to use his sixth sense since the incident the first thing he was going to do when he got back to the mansion was study his limitations. It was the only thing he could do, if he couldn’t fix the glitches in his sixth sense the way Sam was feeling now he never wanted to use it ever again.
Not even looking up to greet the officer with a smile Sam’s lone eye was fixed on the kid, ”Heard one of the nurses mention it when she was passing by, still a relief to hear.” It was his fault he put the kid here.
”Thanks…” Sam said looked to Jorge briefly and offered a weak smile before it faded by his feelings of sadness and doubt. ”Doubt you’d look much better if you put the kid here.” Sam said playing the guilt card he was dealt.
His eye fixed on the kid and then he glanced briefly to the officer, ”You did good, better than I did.” Sam said brushing his hand through his hair again and letting out another sigh, ”Thanks for taking control of the situation when it got out of hand. Can’t help but think what would have happened if you weren’t there to save him.” his thoughts trailed off to all the wrong he had done in the past. The lives he took the people he hurt, all of it he made peace with. That was who he was a child who was easily manipulated and used as an attack dog. It was who he was and not who he is. Now he was someone who protected others, and right now for the first time in a long while he felt like he failed.
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>> ”Heard one of the nurses mention it when she was passing by, still a relief to hear.”
Jorge nodded as he slowly walked into the room. Sam was still very affected by what had occurred. Not that he could blame him. It takes a strong person with a strong character to really emphasize with those who have been harmed, especially when it was done inadvertently through their own actions. To feel that mixture of sympathy, regret and sadness and yet still continue to breathe took a strong person. Jorge believed that this X-Man was strong, and though he made a mistake, he was more than willing to believe that he would get through this.
>> ”Thanks…Doubt you’d look much better if you put the kid here.”
So, you did hear me, Jorge said with a very small smile in response.
He could see the guilt in the man’s eye and as much as he wanted to reassure him that everything would be okay, it was not really his place. He knew the look and state-of-mind all too well. Nothing he said was going to make the X-Man feel better. Jorge would have to let Sam work this out for himself…but that didn’t mean a few words of encouragement could not be allowed.
Walking further into the room, Jorge stood a little closer to the young X-Man and watched the boy in the hospital bed as well. He looked weak, a little frail, but he was going to live through this whole experience. Still, the knowledge of that did not stop the pang of sadness he had in his own heart. He never liked to see a kid in a hospital bed, but with his line of work, he had seen it one too many times already. And each and every time he felt a tug on his heartstring…
>> ”You did good, better than I did…Thanks for taking control of the situation when it got out of hand. Can’t help but think what would have happened if you weren’t there to save him.”
Jorge nodded silently as he stood next to the X-Man, uncrossed his arms from his chest and stuffed his hands back into his coat pockets. As angry has he had been with the man earlier for having made the move that he did, he really had to respect him. The simple fact that he was taking this as hard as he was really showed the detective what kind of man he was. And Jorge was thankful that someone like that was leading the X-Man, rather than some cavalier nutjob simply looking for the next showboating thrill.
“You would have figured out something,” Jorge said sternly. “Listen, I know nothing I say is going to get through to you right now. You are allowed your doubt and disappointment, we both are. We both made mistakes back there. But you can’t let them eat you up.” Jorge said a bit more sagely than he intended it to come off as. “You get over it, you learn from them, and you move on. The most important thing is that boy is going to live. Don’t ever forget that.”
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Figured something out was what Sam normally did best but given the situation Sam didn’t put much thought into his actions something that turned around to bite him on the backside. Something he planned on never repeating if there was ever a next time after this Sam was sure he wouldn’t come out of this situation without any casualties.
Nodding his head silently Sam agreed with what Jorge had been saying, it was clear that he too had been in a similar situation that Sam had been in before. More than likely seeing how he handled the situation it was something he had dealt with more than a few times. Not to mention that the detective had to of have triple the experience Sam had in the line of duty, at least this kind of duty.
>>“You get over it, you learn from them, and you move on. The most important thing is that boy is going to live. Don’t ever forget that.”
The words echoed a few times in his mind and he vaguely recalled telling a certain animal shifter something similar to learning and moving on. Sam looked up to the water-bender and nodded his head, ”Thanks.” quickly adding, ”It’s a little funny that I tell a student something similar to what you just told me but I can never offer myself advice like that…”
Sam smiled and then stood up, ”I don’t know if you planned on sticking around but I was gonna go grab some coffee from the cafeteria, want me to grab you a cup?” Sam asked as he scratched the side of his left eye directly to the side of where the patch resided.
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Jorge stepped back and watched the X-Man closely. It seemed that maybe some of his words were actually getting through to him. That made him feel just slightly better. It was always good to know that he could offer some advice from his years of experience that could be taken seriously. Too many times, young cops merely shut down, shake their heads, and announce that they will be fine. But if there was one thing that the detective was easily able to notice was bull. Sometimes people simply never want to accept their weaknesses or their failings. Not that he was surprised. It was a natural thing to always want to feel strong and in control of yourself.
But sometimes you just needed to feel bad in order to get yourself to a good place again. He would feel bad about what happened to this kid. Jorge knew that he would. But, in the end, he would get through it and realize that at least the kid was alive and no worse for the wear.
Apparently Sam was going to take this same sentiment to heart.
>> ”Thanks…It’s a little funny that I tell a student something similar to what you just told me but I can never offer myself advice like that…” [/i]
Jorge chuckled and nodded understandingly. “I’m not surprised,” he said as he moved over to one of the open chairs and took a seat. “Sometimes we can just as be pigheaded as the people we try to teach.”
The pair them seemed to shift into silence as they both watched the boy. These two men, both this boy’s rescuers and harmers, were going to be sentinels, it seemed, for the night. The overall well fair of this boy would be their top priority for the night. Once he was out of the hospital they would have to return their own realities.
Jorge sat in silence, mutely watching when the X-Man suddenly spoke up again…
>> ”I don’t know if you planned on sticking around but I was gonna go grab some coffee from the cafeteria, want me to grab you a cup?”[/i]
“Man after my own heart,” Jorge said with a small smirk as he reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose. The pressure of his fingers released some of that tension he felt from worry and the adrenaline of the day. “That would be much appreciated.”
Jorge barely saw the man get up and leave. He attention was on the boy, though at the same time not really. He found himself drifting back to other similar instances. Never had he actually harmed person due to his own actions, but the man knew what it was like to blame himself for the sufferings of another. Too many times as a cop, people get hurt because either he was too slow or some piece of evidence was overlooked. It was a common thing among good cops to empathize with the people who get hurt under their watch. Their whole job is to keep people safe, after all, so it is difficult when they find themselves harmed. But there was more than just on the job experience that led to Jorge’s own feelings of guilt.
He still remembered her. His first girlfriend. The once love of his life who died because, well he would say, because of him. He didn’t move the water fast enough, they shouldn’t have fought, he never should have let her go into the water alone, they were all excuses he gave himself from time to time to feel bad about her death. But in the end, he always managed to pull himself out and return to reality. Deep down he knew it was not his fault…but guilt can sometimes be too comforting to give up.
After all…when no one apologizes for the world, someone has to…
The sound of footsteps drew Jorge’s attention out of his musings. Looking up, he spied Sam return with a pair of cups, both with the swirling, deep brown liquid inside. The smell of it alone reinvigorated him and Jorge thankfully took the cup back. Black….just the way he liked it. Taking a grateful sip and feeling the warm spread through him, Jorge cracked his neck to the side simply sat there, holding the cup carefully.
It was another few minutes before conversation between the X-Man and the detective started up again. And it was a conversation that lasted until morning, when the young boy awoke with an achy yawn…