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.
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Beep… Beep… Beep…
The sound continued it wasn’t as annoying as he once thought, the repetitive beeps continued as a reminder to let him know that he was still alive, a reminder to Sam that there was still a chance to save him all he needed was time and some luck to pull through. Sam’s hands rested on his face as he pushed them back to run his fingers in his hair over and over again. The constant feeling of doubt and regret was eating away at him.
Sam hadn’t been hit this hard with a dose of reality since Romania, sure every so often there were some close calls and some times he wasn’t there on time but that stuff he could swallow that stuff he could live with… but this? He never put someone in the hospital that didn’t deserve it especially a kid… Sure Sam was young but he still thought of himself as an adult but this kid? Sixteen years old orphan from a rough neighborhood, wrong place wrong time. He was lying on the bed in front of him in a coma not able to handle neither the water nor the freezing temperatures.
If Sam would have seen him he wouldn’t have done what he did, he wouldn’t have frozen all the water that was there, if he could have seen the kid next to the boiler he would have been able to pick up on the body heat coming from him. All he could do was wait…
Five hours earlier
“Back up is on the way, one of the guys from the MRC, he should be enough for the small group you have held up in that factory.” chimed the ear piece in Sam’s ear as he moved forward to the next nearest car waiting to hear a gun shot from the assortment of guns these criminals had, a bank robbery with a high powered rifle and a few automatics, it was well thought out robbery.
‘Guess I’m playing the waiting game…’ thought Sam as he poked his head up and heard the van in front of him get hit by a bullet, ‘well at least I know where they are’ thought Sam again as his hands covered in ice ready to ice up his whole body. Normal guns were one thing but high powered rifles… he would need time and a hell a lot more materials than he could gather on such short notice. All he could do now is wait for the back up and hope he’d be able to help.
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“Wait…wait, dispatch, dispatch, please repeat…”
“Repeat…10-30 in progress. X-Men have suspects held up…calling for assistances…
“MRC, responded, get an APB out!”
Jorge slammed his foot down on the gas, sending his car soaring down the street as he weaved around traffic. From his understanding, the X-Men were calling for assistance in a bank robbery. They were holed up in some factory, trying to blow the guy to smithereens. Not only could he not get close to them, but he was pinned down as well. And from his eye witness account, they had some pretty heavy firepower. Just great.
The detective knew that the S.W.A.T. team were better prepared for this type of stand-off but they were still busy across town. By the time they would arrive, it would more than likely be far too late for whichever X-Man they had locked down. The sooner he got backup, the better. At least in his opinion.
Heading towards the factory that dispatch had given him, Jorge focused on the road ahead and tried to get there as quickly as he could. He had met a few of the X-Men already, that Irish blonde who threw up in the plant, the strange wind woman, that Japanese kid, all of them were so young. It was a wonder none of them had gotten themselves killed yet. Then again they seemed like they knew what they were doing…though this was not exactly the best example. Who goes after armed to the teeth bank robbers by themselves?
Jorge had little time to contemplate this as he make a sharp turn and barreled down the street. Already he could see the factory row coming into view: the large buildings, the smoke stacks, the little worse for the wear exteriors…perfect place to hide out after a bank robbery…
Ka-BLAM!!![/i]
Jorge snapped his attention up and watched down the street as a van seemed to be magically transforming into Swiss cheese. From his vantage point, he could barely make out a gunman or two, the flashes from their muzzles were distracting, like sparks lighting up the darkened windows of the factory. But the closer he got, the more clearly he could see a small figure ducked down behind the van they were firing to hell and back. That must have been the X-Man who called into the MRC. Where were the rest of his team?
No time like the present to introduce himself. Jorge drove into the scene, slammed on his brakes and stopped not far behind the X-Man. As he leapt from his car, Jorge, gun in hand, ducked down behind his door. The flashing of his red and blue lights immediately drew the gunmen’s attention and he had to throw himself down as several rounds flew above his head. He used the opportunity to maneuver around his car and dash to the hidden X-Man. His lips slanted into a grin as he nodded to the man and flashed him his badge.
“What’s up, son? Jorge Cervantes, MRC detective. Looks like you got yourself into a bit of a bind.” he said as he peeked over the edge of the van. “Where’s your team? S.W.A.T. is across town…looks like you’re just getting me ‘til the rest of the backup arrives.”
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The van shifted again as another one of the tires was shot out, making it easier and easier for him to hide behind the vehicle. Hoping that there wasn’t another more deadly or more powerful gun Sam remained behind the van quickly trying to figure a way out of it seeing as his back up hadn’t arrived yet. Eye shut off to the world Sam focused on the area around him trying to see if there was anyone or anything he could use to help him long enough to get out from under the scope.
In the distance a heat signature appeared and it started to get closer and closer till Sam opened his eye, the car the newcomer was driving got closer and closer till it swerved and in a instant he had his back up… if you could call it that. ”A bind indeed, didn’t know they were this well equipped, was under the impression they had a limited amount of ammo…” Sam said with a shrug and a small laugh, ”Glad you made it though Jorge, not sure this is the best place to be though for introductions.” Sam said as he looked around again to see if there was anything he could use but found nothing.
”Sam Johnson…” Sam said not paying much mind to be called son; it was something DocProf did a lot so he had gotten used to it. ”The rest of my team is elsewhere, there would only be one or two members I’d call for help in a situation like this…” Shin or Saphirus would have been the two ideal companions. They were the ones that were best equipped to handle the situation besides Sam. If it wasn’t for the sparks flying from the muzzles of the guns Ghost would have come in handy as well but he didn’t want any more complications to the already complicated situation. In hindsight he should have called for back up a while ago but when he put the call out a majority of them were in a similar location with S.W.A.T. far away.
”Guess, you’ll have to do till help arrives…” Sam said with another smirk trying to draw his attention from the immediate situation. Moving his ice-covered hand to his chin Sam leaned closer to the van. ”Few gunman, didn’t see the exact number but I’m guessing five, they have a hostage. Why I didn’t want to wait for back up, they didn’t have a problem shooting anyone before and I didn’t want to give them a reason to loose their bargaining chip.” Sam said justifying his actions.
”I have a few ideas, however” Sam waved his hand as more ice gathered, ”They destroy anything that I manage to create.” due to the lack of time and materials Sam wasn’t able to build anything long enough to serve as a distraction to help distract the shooters. ”You a problem solver?”
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Sam Johnson, sounded…all-American or something. Jorge really said nothing as another wave of gunfire struck the van they crouched down behind. The poor vehicle was getting more breathing holes than a pet in a shoebox. For a moment the detective was a little at a loss as to what to do. They needed to get into that building, but in the meantime, they gunmen had them pinned down pretty good. So for the moment, it was just him and the X-man verses a squadron of supposedly armed to the teeth thugs.
It was then that the mutant began to recite to him the details he had so far.
>> ”Guess, you’ll have to do till help arrives…Few gunman, didn’t see the exact number but I’m guessing five, they have a hostage. Why I didn’t want to wait for back up, they didn’t have a problem shooting anyone before and I didn’t want to give them a reason to lose their bargaining chip.”
“That’s as good a reason as any.” Jorge admitted.
He had to admit that for the moment he was slightly impressed with the kid. He threw himself in the way of danger to protect whatever hostage they had. That was noble, but also a little stupid. Sometimes those were the best decisions to make, he only hoped that the next time the X-Man did it, it did not get someone else hurt or killed.
As he thought this, he glanced over and saw the ice forming on the Sam’s hands. For a second he feared that maybe the kid was being affected by some unseen mutant but seeing the unconcerned face on him, proved to Jorge that this must has been his mutation. He must has had some ability that connected with ice, frost, whatever the case. Ironic pairing, the two of them made.
>> ”I have a few ideas, however. They destroy anything that I manage to create…You a problem solver?”[/color]
“Depends,” he admitted as he pressed himself back against the van and closed his eyes.
He felt out, reaching, calling to his oldest and most loyal ally in all his years of being a cop. First there was just blackness, he could not feel anything at all, but just as he reached the brink of his senses, he caught it, a large store of water was somewhere in his vicinity. He looked across as he spied a broken manhole cover, the water must has been coming from down in the sewers. He would have to use that for now.
The detective quickly reached out with his hand, flicked his wrist and suddenly a mass of water began to roll up from the sewers. It swept over the first, debris filled street, underneath his car’s tires and rolled with the speed of a wave towards them. Then, another flex of his fingers and the water stopped and held back, waiting for more instructions from Jorge like the loyal friend that it was.
Jorge sighed, thankful to have water nearby. He then turned to Sam and gave him a nod.
“I can work with this,” he said. “How much time you need?”
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The reasoning was good enough in his opinion; even if the odds were worse off and stacked more against him he’d still do it without much hesitation. The reason who he was today was to make up for everything he did in the past and while it’s true a life never equals a life just the satisfaction that he affected someone’s life in a postive matter helped him live.
The next few moments surprised and relived Sam quite a bit, not only did Jorge summon a huge wave of water but he also launched it up into a large stationary wave ready for the command. With the amount of materials here he’d have no problem coming up with something that could take out those guns. ”Time isn’t a factor with the materials here…” Sam said with a wicked grin as the air around them grew colder and colder.
Reaching his hand into the large wave of water as bullets started to rain down on the side of the van more and more Sam’s hand emerged in water began to freeze the water immediately around it then with a quick jerk he pulled the frozen over hand out of the water and then continued on with his plan. ”Range dictates those guns, meaning…” melting the ice around his hand causing it to fall Sam redirected the ice under the tires of the van creating a small enough platform.
Grinning more and giving the vehicle a small push the side of the van that was getting pelted with the bullets moved an inch closer. ”The closer we get the more effective my powers are, as it is now they are out of range. I want to close the distance.” Sam said pulling a little more ice from the wall of water and directing it to the other three tires. ”When we get close enough we can take out those guns.” Sam said as he placed both hands on the side of the van and pushed.
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At first Jorge was a little unsure as to what the X-Man’s plan was. He seemed impressed at the water that he had summoned and quickly took advantage of it. Jorge could tell that the man’s powers had something to do with ice, but he was unsure what that would entail. At first it seemed as if he was just washing his hand, but before he knew it, Sam had pulled his frozen hand out of the water, melted it, and created an icy, slick platform underneath one of the van’s tires.
The detective wanted to ask what the man had in mind, but the X-Man seemed to glean this knowledge before hand and explained as he summoned more ice underneath the tires of the vehicle.
>> ”Range dictates those guns, meaning…The closer we get the more effective my powers are, as it is now they are out of range. I want to close the distance…When we get close enough we can take out those guns.”
Jorge caught the wicked grin, then saw the man push himself against the van, effectively moving it across the slick ground. It was only then that Jorge nodded and pressed his shoulder against the van.
“I think I can follow that plan.” he said with a grunt as he began to shove back against the van, moving it along with Sam’s pushing. “Let’s hope yours and my aim are better than theirs!”
As if hearing this, another volley of gunshots erupted against the van and on the concrete grounds. Jorge did his best to ignore the sounds of metal clanging and slicing through metal. The bullets were quickly making short work of their impromptu shelter, but the detective and the X-Man were not going to give up their advantage anytime soon. Slowly Jorge shoved and shoved and shoved with his shoulder as his free hand held his glock 9mm at his side. The ice that Sam had placed underneath the tires were really aiding in moving the behemoth of a van but it was still heavy as hell. The weight of it was alone was breaking apart the sleet that Sam had placed underneath. Jorge hoped that the man could create move with the wave of water he had summoned.
Kr-krak! Kr-Krak!! KR-KRAKK!!!
The tiny explosions from the bullets all around them was getting even louder the closer that they got. Jorge cringed at the sound of the gunfire making shrapnel out of the van. He was praying that they were getting in range of those gunmen since he doubted very much that the van could take much more punishment. As much as he had faith in American vehicular engineering, there was only so much that it could do.
Finally, as they got closer, Jorge reached out with his gun hand and summoned as large globe of water of float forward and hover close to him like an alley. He focused as he made it hover close and readied it to fire a jet stream of swift moving water into the faces of whatever gunman he could see.
A glance over to Sam and he nodded, waiting for confirmation that they were close enough. It was time to make these guys regret robbing a bank today…
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It was super convenient that Jorge came along not only did he have a steady shoulder to help him push the van closer and closer to the building and by extension the gunman but he now had a tower of water to help him activate his powers twice as fast as it took for him to gather the moisture. ”Just hoe the van holds up long enough!” Sam laughed as he pulled some ice from the water wall and brought it over and placed it under the tires as the ice from before wore down due to friction.
Despite the van heating up from the bullets Sam was able to pin point where the tow body signatures were located behind the guns, which were slightly interfering with his sensor. The air got colder and the heat signatures became more defined as ice started to form on the van where Sam was pushing.
Looking over to where Jorge was Sam exhaled his breath revealing itself as he pointed to his blind eye then two locations aiming towards where the gunman were located, eleven and one o’clock and what was better was they were closer however this close the van would only hold up for so long. Waving his hand forwards Sam pulled more ice from the water wall and packed it closely into several balls of ice and launched them forward to where the first gunman was on his right.
Not even able to see his target with his eyes Sam noticed the body heat move back and fall down to land with a small bounce onto what Sam assumed was the ground. ”One down!” Sam said as he noticed the rain of bullets stopped momentarily long enough for him to notice his ears were ringing. ”Go!” Sam said as he already had a clump of ice pulled from the water wall and heading his direction as he booked it away from the van towards the building where he would hopefully be out of range of the gun.
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Jorge had to admit that it was a marvel to watch the man’s abilities be at work. To watch him as he pulled from Jorge’s summoned water and turn it into ice before his eyes was definitely a marvel to behold. In many ways, it reminded him of karma, because had any other MRC officer responded to this, how would it have turned out? He was sure that somehow they would have found a way to pull this off, but right now, but it definitely would have lacked the ease that the Jorge / Sam team-up provided.
Another volley of gunshots and Jorge ducked down, pressing his back against the shot up van. So far they had managed to push it pretty close but there was no way it was going to hold up much longer. But thankfully, they seemed to be close enough for them to get a good shot in.
A glance over and he watched as Sam began to make gestures, referring to the locations to the two gunmen who had them nailed down pretty well. Jorge had to wonder how the man could have possibly know where those were, but he would not have enough time to ponder it. Taking a firm grip his Glock 9mm, Jorge positioned himself ready to take out the second gunman from the general area that Sam had pointed to. Before he knew it, the X-Men pulled more water from the stock they had, turned it into ice made ready.
Fwwoosh! Fwooosh!
Invisibly the balls of ice flew out of Jorge’s line of sight and towards the building. He would have missed them had he not been watching the X-Man for his next move. Instantly though, they had apparently hit their mark, leading Sam to yell…
>> ”One down! Go!”
Jorge, over his time in New York, had begun to trust when an X-Man said something. Already he had worked with several of them and they seemed to know what they were doing. Though he still felt a little apprehensive, especially since he did not know the full extent of the man’s powers, Jorge had to trust. There was no other way this could possibly work if he did not have just a bit of trust for these men and women. So…with steeled up courage, the second Sam had yelled “Go!”, Jorge was up on his feet and ran.
Charging forward, the detective raised his gun high, took aim where he saw the glint of a confused looking gunman in the window and opened fire. He was not really looking for a kill shot, or even a hit, simple he needed to scare the man. His bullets flew like screaming angry bees through the air at high speeds and struck the concrete around the window where the man had been hiding.
Crack! Crack! Shatter!
Detective Cervantes heard the concrete of the wall be struck, as well as the sound of a window shattering. The man had good aim, he knew that, so he knew that if he had not killed the man, he had at least wounded him.
Both taking advantage of the momentarily stopped gunmen, Jorge ran next to Sam, straight towards the building and directly towards rest of the bank robbers inside…
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It was a quick movement but the metal found their mark at least what Sam had hoped was their intended mark the class fell around the gunman and he disappeared behind the falling razors, ”Nice shot!” Sam yelled as more and more ice had started to gather around his body making it easier for him to direct it opposed to creating it on the spot then directing it.
He was sure Jorge could pull more water from the wall he summoned but it wasn’t needed as long as Sam had some ice on him, he could direct it easy enough and the air around them contained enough moisture for him to create some more. Sure it wouldn’t be enough to stop a barrage of bullets but it be enough to, lock a trigger for example or perhaps cover a gun long enough for him to disarm the one who wielded it.
The pair entered the building quickly enough and the body heat signatures lost the definition the closer they got something behind them was giving off way more heat than he could comprehend the longer he felt it the longer it felt like it was slowly blinding him it felt like looking into the sun so he directed his sense away from the massive heat signature and focused on the smaller ones that were the three gunman that were moving around frantically. One vanished a few moments later while the other split up one ran to the side and was elevated to a higher level, while the other ran off to the side.
His lone eye ran across the scene before them as he and Jorge ran further into the building, ”One is on the second level towards my left and the other is a little further forward to the right, he is crouched down…” Sam said as he directed the ice forward to cover his hands and feet in a thick layer of ice. ”I lost the other one and can’t see the hostage…” his voice said a little more worried as his paced quickened. His own body turning to a flight of stairs hoping to take the two by surprised and offers a better view of the third guy who vanished from his 6th sense.
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>> ”Nice shot!”[/i]
The approval fell on deaf ears. Jorge ran, ran with all his might into the warehouse, thankful that he had either disabled or at least scared off one of the gunmen. So far so good working with the X-Man. He hated leaving behind that supply of water, but the building looked like it was still active. There should at least be a source somewhere inside he could tap into if he needed it.
Charging into the building, Jorge immediately took note of the heat. It was a lot warmer in the building than he expected it to be. Why was that? Was there some fire mutant around now? Jorge did not have time to comprehend it, though. If that was going to be what he had to face, then so be it.
Pushing himself back against a wall and keeping an eye out for any surprises, Jorge checked his clip, readied his gun, and continued to run in next to the Sam.
The X-Men quickly informed him of the situation.
>> ”One is on the second level towards my left and the other is a little further forward to the right, he is crouched down…I lost the other one and can’t see the hostage.”
However he could see them, Jorge was thankful for the information. At least they would not be going into this blind. With a nod, Jorge came to a stop and made the X-Man stop behind him. He quickly gave him a signal to keep his back safe and began to creep down the hall.
Jorge, being the experienced detective that he was, knew something about a fugitive’s mind. When backed into a corner, they loved to pounce to the attack so that meant he had to hiding some place down. Sam mentioned the man was further up ahead, crouched down. But where? His eyes roaming the scene, Jorge paused on a small dark alcove and knew that must be it. Gun drawn, Jorge slowly stepped forward and managed to squeeze himself behind a jutted out piece of wall. It would have to do for his cover. Gun ready, took a deep breath before he suddenly leaned out, grabbed a fallen piece of debris and hurled it into the shadows.
THUNK!!
“GAH!!” a gunman screamed as he partially came into sight, his rifle held loosely in his hand while his other palm covered his now injured eye.
Taking the opportunity, Jorge came forward and covered the man with his own pistol. “NYPD! Freeze and drop your weapon!”
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Sam stopped short behind the water-summoning mutant and noticed the hand sign and nodded his head in compliance. Instead of taking off for the stairs Sam followed him a few feet from behind not really picking up on any heat signatures near them, however the closer they got to the man Sam had spotted he noticed that the large heat signature he had spotted before was becoming more and more brilliant. He closed his eye and shook his head briefly and tried to focus less on his 6th sense so he wouldn’t go insane due to the information overload.
Blinking once more Sam noticed that Jorge was heading to the location where he had seen one of the figures moments before. It didn’t really register to Sam that Jorge could see where the figure was; Sam figured it was experience that led him forward to the alcove to where he was hiding. The experience proved useful because when Sam got closer he noticed the weapon he had moments before was already on the ground and the criminal’s hands were up. ”Good Job!” Sam praised as the figure on the second floor remained still unaware to what was going on below. It was clear that little communication was going to be given between the robbers in hopes that their positions remained hidden.
A radio clicked and Sam’s attention was brought back to the man before them. All right, so Sam was wrong about communication clearly they weren’t communicating to each other but it seemed that they were listening. Another click sounded and the radio at the man’s belt sounded and the words “Go” echoed out in the alcove where Jorge and the robber were located.
Not really sure what to expect focused on his heat vision again and he noticed the robber and the second floor moving closer. Sam moved forward and towards Jorge and then patted Jorge on the back and spoke in a calm voice given the situation, ”Jorge…” Sam pointed to a large indent in the wall where a mop bucket was located and pointed towards it. ”We want to move quickly.” Sam added a little more urgency in his voice as he headed to the indent of the wall.
Footsteps could be heard as the man on the second floor made his presence clear, ”Die pigs!” a click was heard and the sound of bullets exited the gun as the gunman was now trying to hit them from above once again. Thank god it was covered.
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The man complied, dropped his gun and raised his arms. Apparently he knew when he was outnumbered and the detective was relieved by this knowledge. If there was one thing he hated was to spill blood when it did not need to be done. Though these gunmen were not going to think twice about murdering them, it would do no good for them to descend to their level. At least that is what Jorge always believed. Yes, he has fired at criminals before, and he has killed a few in his time, but those were live or die circumstances. He did it only when there was no other option. Thankfully this man was able to use reason and logic.
But apparently that sentiment would not be matched by his cohorts.
“Sam,” he said over his shoulder as he began to cuff the gunman to a pipe on the wall. “Can you see where the others ar–?”
“GO.”
The fizzle and the crackle of a radio and Jorge glanced down to the man’s belt. There, a walkie talkie was situated. It was obviously the way in which these guys had been keeping in contact with one another. And now that it was on, it only proved as a way to show the others that they were in the building. So much for their element of surprise.
Then Sam had quickly joined him and tapped him on his shoulder.
>> ”Jorge…We want to move quickly.”
A glance over to the area in which the X-Man indicated, Jorge nodded his head as he continued to cuff the man to one of the pipes leading out of the wall. The man, with greasy hair pulled back into a ponytail, grinned through his bruised and blackened eye as he glared directly at Jorge. The detective met the man’s gaze before he suddenly punched him square in the face, effectively knocking him unconscious and therefore no longer being a liability of knowing their exact location. But, the scramble of noise from above proved that it was too late.
A glance up and Jorge watched a man suddenly leaned over the side of a railing, gun poised directly at them.
>> “DIE PIGS!”
Very original, Jorge grunted in thought as he suddenly got up and ran to the indent that Sam had pointed out.
Instantly a rain of thunder and bullets flew at them as they ran. Jorge did not bother to open fire on the gunman. So far he had the advantage of having both the high ground and a stronger weapon. But thankfully, as Jorge ran towards the wall, the mop bucket immediately signaled that there was some hope to be had. Dashing to the location at which the X-Man already was, Jorge flung out his open hand and summoned as much of the dirtied water as he could. It spilled and moved quickly across the ground before suddenly floating up and past Jorge’s shoulder. Quickly is spun into a fast, thin wall liquid that not only partially hid Jorge and Sam but spun fast enough so that any bullets that strayed too close were quickly deflected and set veering off course.
Crouching down, Jorge groaned as he kept the water spinning as fast as he could, but those bullets were coming fast and in large numbers. He could not keep it up for long. Gun in hand, he glanced over at Sam and nodded.
He grinned and nodded to him. “I took down the last one. Think it’s your turn this time.”
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They were safe for the moment as bullets connected with the concrete overhead that provided a cover for them. Sam smirked at the gun mans comment, ”You’d think they would come up with a name that was less cliché.” Sam said as he walked over to the wall that was covering their backs and placed his hand on it focusing on his sixth sense, as everything got colder.
The gunman was above them now still firing down as a dozen lines of bright red were laid out before him. The bullets no doubt were hot. Ignoring the color of the bullets and the lines they produced Sam focused on the body above them. ”Keep the water moving…” Sam said as a few bullets hit the water and were re-directed. Knowing that Jorge couldn’t keep the re-directing up the entire time, the Ice on Sam’s hand and feet started to ripple and move away from him as more ice was added to the mix.
As more ice was added the sound of bullets being fired quickly vanished as the sound of an empty clip hit the ground. He was reloading for another round, however he didn’t have time to sit around waiting till he the next clip was emptied. Willing the ice he was creating to move upwards to where the gunman was he quickly formed a golem who was more than enough to get the job done. ”Gahhh!” the heat signature of the gunman went from stationary to being lifted into the air to falling down before him.
A thud was heard from the man as he was tossed down from the upper level. Landing on his feet he fell over only letting out a large grunt. The fall didn’t harm him much just stunned him it wasn’t that far of a drop anyways, fourteen feet at the most. The golem on the upper level shattered as the ice was pulled back from Sam and redirected onto the gunman on the ground. It quickly formed a casing around him gluing him to the ground. ”And there is mine,” Sam said with a smirk turning to Jorge, ”You next up to bat!”
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Jorge had to admit that it was a wonder to watch the X-Man work. He had run into the elemental types before: men who turning into lightning, fire children, even a fellow water bender once, but none of them, even himself, had the control that Sam seemed to have. While Jorge provided the cover with his water shield, the ice manipulator actually formed ice to creep along the walls. The detective could barely see through the swirling mass of water that protected them from the bullets but from what he could see, there was ice forming near the gunman. That’s a hell of a range.
Then, what looked like a creature actually made of ice sprang up and distracted the gunman long enough to send him hurtling off the side.
>> ”Gahhh!”
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Jorge winced as he saw the man fall and then land roughly onto the ground below. The shock from the fall must have been enough to knock the breath out of him. At least that was a total of at least three of them down. The detective slowly lowered the wall of water he had put up and moved it back into the bucket from whence it came. As he did so, he watched the X-Man secure the gunman by encasing him partially in ice.
Well, that was helpful, he thought to himself as he began to ease his tension though. There were will one, maybe two gunmen left that had them pinned down outside.
>> “And there is mine…You’re next up to bat!”
“Thanks for the reminder,” Jorge replied with a smirk as he nodded further down the way.
Stalking the hallways of the old building, Jorge immediately felt the heat rising a little. Something in this building was keeping the building pretty warm. That was just great, as if he did not have enough problems. He trusted the X-Man’s vision but there were still other gunmen in this building. At least two, maybe three had been secured, but the rest of them would be growing desperate. A desperate criminal never made good choices. He prayed everyone could keep a level head here.
As Jorge rounded a corner, he immediately heard the sound of more voices talking. Though he could not hear what they were saying, he had to assume that they were the perps here. Their voices sounded scared, on the edge of panicking. That was not good. On top of that, where they were felt much, much warmer. What the hell was giving off all that heat?
Jorge paused at the edge of the hall and nodded his head to bring Sam over.
“Can you see their positions?” If he knew where they were, that would help him devise a better plan.
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Sam took off following Jorge not really concerned about the gunman that they had already pinned down or cuffed. They were less than useless at this time. Never before has Sam’s ice failed to secure those he wanted secured and he doubted it would change anytime soon. It was getting warmer the further Jorge went and seeing as Sam was relying on his heat sense it was getting harder and harder to comprehend. Sam’s head started to pulse as the information from the heat pierced his brain.
Once they slowed and stopped Sam’s hand reached up to his forehead and he winced revealing the pain his mutation was giving him. ”Not really from here… too much heat, messing with my sight…” Sam said turning down his sense and closing his good eye momentarily long enough for the pain to subside.
”I can however create something else that could help us…” Sam said as he reached down and focused an ice beam to create a small tilted ice block that was dense and frosted enough to reflect the image that revealed where the heat and the last (hopefully) gunman was. ”It’s a boiler… and a big one…” Sam said glad to know what was giving off the large amount of heat. ”And it looks like our guy is there as well, however I don’t see anyone else….” Sam paused looking at the block willing it to remain frozen long enough for them to see their other target.
”Again it’s about to get colder…” Sam said exhaling as his breath stated to become visible. The wall and ground behind Sam started to get a tint of white as frost started to develop. There was still plenty of moisture in the air despite the heat, enough moisture to form a decent size coat of ice armor. ”I’ll distract you nail him?” Sam asked as ice started to cover his chest and neck, ”Or do you have a better idea?”