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Thankfully Jorge had been able to move fast enough to manipulate the water to save the man. He watched as the wave of liquid undulated and swirled, carefully carrying the man back down to the safety of the ground. He sighed in relief; at least he would be able to save this one person before everything absolutely went to hell.

>> "Thank you. I'd thank you, but I get the vibe that we're not done saving each other yet."[/color]

“I’d say you’re right, sir,” Jorge said as he spun on his heel and looked out over the rest of his surroundings.

It seemed as if any semblance of Grand Central Station had completely changed. There was nothing left of the world that he had just left behind and instead all he saw was strange visage of rock and stone. How was this possible? The few people he saw running had either vanished into tunnels or, to his surprise, he found had completely changed their appearance. Many were dressed in the tatters of clothing, making them look like peasants or something, while many others…well…monstrous. That was the only way he could describe them before they too disappeared into the many tunnels.

Left alone with the man, Jorge lowered his head and sighed. Why could things just never be normal? It always had to descend into some type of insanity…and always right before he had his coffee.

>> "So... I have some weird happenstances to report? Wha--?”[/color]

Jorge smirked. Well apparently whoever this man was, he did look familiar, had a sense of humor. The detective shook his head and turned to face him when suddenly he saw the same wave of energy that had changed the room also began to encase and shape around the man. The two of them looked confused for a moment as reality warped and shifted before reforming itself.

Once it did, Jorge blinked in surprise. Had he not been there to witness, he never would have believed it.

>> "Yeah, maybe more than one report,"[/color]

Jorge eyed the dark cloak, the leathery armor, and the small daggers that were situated throughout. If Jorge hadn’t known any better, he might have assumed that this man belonged to that pair of kids he saw running by earlier. He shook his head, trying to wrap his head around what was happening. Why did the man suddenly look like an assassin from some cheesy fantasy mov—

The detective nearly jumped as suddenly he saw the same waverings of reality encircling himself. He shook his head as he tried to step away from it but it was soon too late. Jorge felt the pressure of energy coursing through him before finally he gasped in relief when it stopped. When it did, he opened his eyes cautiously…and found himself encased in armor.

The bulky metal offered him full protection but it was made of such a material that it didn’t seem overly heavy either. His range of motion was slightly lessened, but he also didn’t feel too weighed down. The armor gleamed with white and gold colored metal and was made of such elegance that he looked almost holy wearing it. Reaching down for his gun, the detective was surprised to find that instead of that, there was massive sword sheathed. He touched the hilt and shook his head. He really had no idea what was going on now.

He looked up at his equally strangely dressed comrade.

“Yeah, I’m thinking of filing one myself,” he said in mentioning the reports. But just as he turned, to try and make a decision as to what to do—

“AHHHH!!! HELP!!!!” he blinked as he turned to one of the dark corridors he thought the voice came from. Yeah…he already wasn’t liking this…

>> "You have no idea"

Jorge remained still. He prepared himself for another rant, another speech against why the way of the Town was wrong. It was speeches that he heard far too many times before and each and every time he was not moved. Nobody wanted to believe in civilization anymore, in the concept of society with rules and justice. They would rather descend to the level of animals and live off of the idea of the dog-eat-dog world. It was madness to consider this but some people simply cannot help their true nature.

But Svetlana…she was better than that. Or at least that was what he had hoped. Ever since he had started to teach her to shoot, she had shown herself as a level headed woman who wanted a normal life. And now, she had done a complete turnaround.

It nearly made him shed a tear thinking about what she had become…

>> "You have no idea what it is like to be a girl alone in dis world. No powers to protect myself, no family. No one. People chase us, try to beat us, rape us, rob us. We have to look out for each other. We protect each other."

“You protect each other by acting exactly like those barbarians you hate so much,” the detective said as he shook his head. “That food you and your group stole, you didn’t grow it, you didn’t earn it, you didn’t do anything for those people other than terrify them and harm or kill those that stood in your way. Those are not the actions to good people, Sveta.”

Jorge understood. He really did. He knew that this world was hellish and it was a far cry from the world they all still remembered. It was a dangerous place in which people needed to work together to survive but the way that Sveta and her band of amazons were doing it, it was just wrong.

He shook his head.

“I have no idea?” he asked a little darkly. The wound was still sore. “I not only lost any semblance of MY JOB, of MY LIFE’S WORK after the blast…” he would already feel the hot tears wanting to spring up but he forced them down through grinding teeth. “…I…I lost my wife. I lost my ****ing son! Don’t stand there and act like this world is cruel to you and your little band of amazons, alone!” he shook as his fists clenched. “We’ve ALL[/b] lost, we’ve ALL[/b] suffered! This world has changed us all, Sveta, but you don’t let it consume who you were entirely.”[/color]

The detective shook his head as his emotions began to be replaced with focus. He really didn’t know if Sveta would draw on him but just in case he was going to be prepared. Never in his dreams did he really think that he would be in a show down with this woman but in this day and age, he learned to doubt nothing. He sighed as he watched her.

“The town could have protected you, Sveta,” he said earnestly. “It still can. Please…don’t do this…”

Bombardia and Dark Grey ran until finally they turned a corner and spotted the door that they were supposed to enter. They finally slowed their speedy escape from the police officer and entered the door with a grin and breath of relief. They had made it. They could hear the chanting within so they knew that they were just in time to take part in the quest with their group. This was going to be their greatest adventure ever.

“Dark Grey, Bombardia,” a voice called out from the dark. “You made it!”

The two walked further into the room to see a hidden away little corner of the supply closet alit with candles. They smirked as they found a trio of people already sitting there: Stormwind--the redhaired weather wizard, and Lighthammer—the paladiness. They all seemed to look at them with relief, thankful that their party had finally arrived. Honestly there was no way that they were going to pull this off without them, they knew that.

Stormwind, the one who worked for Grand Central Station, sighed as he looked at his Naruto watch on his wrist. “Come on, you two, let’s get started! I don’t want to waste anymore time.”

“Relax, Stormwind,” Dark Grey said as he took his spot at the head of the group. Bombardia sat to his left, while Lighthammer was on his right. Stormwind sat across and nodded his head respectfully. “Okay, are we ready for our greatest quest yet? To transverse the dungeon of Sarlaac?”

There was a nod between them all. The four closed their eyes, bowed their heads, and linked hands. The chanting started low, between them all, as they started the mutter themselves. Slowly they could feel it creeping up, the tickling of their spines, the lightness in their heads, the warmth and energy in their hands. Dark Grey opened his eyes, flashing silver and molten yellow as he looked down at the Monsters and Mazes book before him, reading over the quest that they were going to partake in.

It was going to be…awesome…



Jorge nodded and thanked the woman he had taken the statement from. It seemed like a pretty open and shut case but he doubted how lucky he would be to actually catch the perp. As much as he hated for someone to commit these crimes to get away, he honestly doubted he was going to take an toad mutant today, much less retrieve any of the items that the woman lost from her purse. There was a good chance that, though, that with this description, they could at least keep an eye out for his return.

One less criminal off the streets.

He sighed as he slipped his notepad into his coat pocket. The detective had had a long day and really wanted to just go home. Obviously he was on the job and needed to keep focused, but with the shifting changes in his life, he was beginning to get worn down. He would be happy the second that he found his balance.

Shaking his head he turned and headed towards the exit when suddenly someone screamed.

He blinked and spun around, senses raised to be on the alert for danger—it didn’t take him long to notice it. He blinked as suddenly he noticed the walls and floor of station shifting all around him. It was as if someone was turning off (or on) a hologram and his surroundings were being taken over by something completely different. Hard, dark granite began to appear everywhere, some walls were line with torches, windows disappeared, any sense of normalcy was evaporating, leaving people terrified and running for doors that were swiftly disappearing.

Jorge could only watch, in shock, unsure of what was happening…

The Masters of Raven Obelisks (or M.R.O.) was ready to have another secret meeting. The perfect location had been chosen, the best weapons and armor that gold can buy had been prepared (or made), and the last selection of the prize had been decided. For the past week, the group had been readying themselves for the grandest and most greatest adventure that they would ever have! And now…the day had finally come.

M.R.O. was a Monsters and Mazes roleplaying group; a gather of four teenagers and twenty-somethings who all had a deep love of their favorite table top roleplaying game. Each of them had been friends for years and had meetings like this before. But this time was different. While normally they spend their time playing in basements or dark bedrooms, these days, they discovered a whole different way to play. They each discovered that they were mutants.

While each of their powers is unimportant to identify at the moment, the most important thing to note is that together, the four of them can combine their powers to make their wildest dreams come true. Yes, by gathering, they catching create a pocket world, a world in which they get to live out their Monsters and Mazes quests. Monsters come to life, their home made armor is suddenly real, and their magic is just as powerful. Together they pretty much got to warp reality.

Normally, though, they’ve hidden these exploits. They have driven out to abandoned warehouses or secluded beaches to run their little adventures. But…they want a far deeper reality and experience now. They would play their game in the middle of a populace, use the captured humans as their monsters and background characters.

Today they would extend their world beyond just the four of them. And the perfect place had been chosen…



Grand Central Station…

“Come on Daryll!”

“Dammit, I said my name Maze Master name is Dark Grey!”

“Whatever! We’re going to be late!”

One short, very round young woman wearing cardboard, Amazonian armor trudged through the bustling Grand Central Station as she tried to make her way to the designated meeting place. Behind her, a tall, lanky boy in a black robe and broken glasses, hurried long behind her, carrying his books and maps tucked underneath his arm. Compared to everyone that were hustling around them, these two obviously stood out. Some snickered and laughed at them, others watched them with oddity. But these two just didn’t care right now. This was going to be an exciting day.

The Dark Grey sighed as he huffed and wheezed when the two of them finally came to a stop. He loved being the Maze Master but right now he was exhausted and wanted to rest. As much as he wanted to get into the game, he didn’t want to die in order to get there. Still though, would be rather stupid to come to this game late, especially since he was leading it.

The round woman sighed as she thwaped him on the back of the head.

“You had to stop for that stupid smoothie, didn’t you? Now we’re going to be late! I don’t even remember where Featherbow said to meet him.”

Dark Grey sighed and shook his head in annoyance.

“Relax, Bombardia,” he said. “He works here and he picked the best spot. Come on. He said it would be the second electrician’s entrance. And it is…” he paused for a second and then pointed ahead, down the furthest hall. “There! Come on. Featherbow and Orik are already there! Let’s go!”

The two dashed away…into a police officer.

Jorge blinked as he looked down at the two oddly dress young adults. He was busy talking to a witness of a petty theft. Apparently some mutant who looked like a frog had snatched a woman’s purse with his tongue. Jorge was there, trying to gather as much information as possible. Quickly he apologized to the woman and turned to the two young people, arching a brow.

“You two alright?” he asked suspiciously.

Immediately Bombardia saw the badge on his belt and muttered a quick apology from her lips.

“S-Sorry sir! We didn’t mean to run into you!”

“Y-Yeah!” Dark Grey said and nodded vigorously as he ducked down to pick up his books and maps.

Jorge eyed the book of monsters and spells the boy was carrying. That, mixed with his costume (was he a monk?), made the detective grin a little. He didn’t know what they were up to but he hoped it was just innocent fun. He shook his head that it was okay and nodded for them to continue on.

“It’s fine. Just, you know, watch where you’re going,” he said as he turned his back to them. Already they were racing off. He shook his head, hiding a small smile and turned back to his witness. You meet some strange people all over New York…

(OOC: With permission from Muse…)

Jorge eyed the females lined up ahead. He really did not want this to descend into a fight that could cost lives but there was obviously no choice in the matter anymore. The Amazons had made their plan and it was further enforced by the fact that their youngest member was threatening to blow them all up to kingdom come…again. She was poised, ready to grab the woman’s bare skin, a move that would greatly amplify her powers. It was something that Jorge definitely did not want to happen.

He narrowed his eyes as he watched them. He was not liking their options at all. The women seemed damn intent to take whatever they wanted, not caring who they harmed along the way. Jorge didn’t care for bullies and he never would.

It was as he was watching him, knowing mostly what they were capable of, that he tried to think of something to do. Markus was the tactical genius here but Jorge had a feeling that his plan was not going to be one hundred percent effective. After all, if they couldn’t get close enough to even pull it off, then what was the point?

The girl, she was too close to Sveta. Not only that, but all the women were! If each of them were able to get their powers boosted then they were all going to be a force to be reckoned with. No, there had to be a plan.

>> “Fine.”

He caught the sound of Abyss whispering to one of his brothers. He glanced over and caught sight of the void opening. Then, just as quickly, the void opened against behind youngest Amazon. And, in a snap of their fingers, the girl was gone—disappearing into thin air. And, just like that, their deadliest foe was removed.

Jorge then settled his eyes onto Sveta. If he had to, he was going to remove the next deadliest Amazon on his own.

The Abyssi were on the move and suddenly Jorge joined them. He charged, following Markus’ plan, but he didn’t run all the way on his own. Before he was even halfway to the Amazons, Jorge suddenly collapsed into the very element that was so sought after in this world—water. A huge, sloshing wave of water flew across at the ground, speeding like an unnatural wave.

The water humanoid flew, unable to be pierced by bone, slashed by pink weapons, or encased by paper. Instead, Jorge dashed through them all and aimed at the single and most dangerous member of the group…Sveta. The wave of water lurched upward in a dangerous looking wave before suddenly lunging forward and crashed against the blonde Russian. The paper dog began soaked and useless as Jorge covered Sveta in water and carried her away, washing her down the street and around a far corner of one of the buildings.

He would carry both himself and her as far away from the battle as possible. That should even the battleground a bit between those Amazons and his Town defenders. Plus, it would give him a chance to catch up with an old friend…

LOL I just NOW got a chance to read your 2nd character, Aura! AWESOME! I love her already and I predict an interesting meeting between Jorge and Melissa! Excellent power and excellent character! Welcome aboard!

>> “There’s definitely someone over there, not moving, everyone else is heading towards the outsides of the building…Lead the way. I’ll do what I can, but I’m afraid I’m slightly useless in a hand-to-hand fight.”

Jorge nodded.

Kealey had been able to sense something coming from the general area of the center of the building. Someone who was there but who wasn’t running. It was a long shot but it was probably their best chance considering that everyone else was running for their lives. Whoever this person was, he definitely didn’t seem like he was in a rush to go anywhere. That was a good sign of the person’s involvement.

He was thankful that Kealey was here; he trusted her powers and knew that she was their best bet at finding this guy. But he knew that he was also going to play a bit part in this. She had a point, her powers were not going to be the most effective against a bunch of emotionless furniture. But, if he could get her close enough to the person causing all of this, they should shut it down.

So the detective agreed. He would take the lead and get her to the center of the building…

>> "Jorge. Kealey. Any luck with finding this guy?"

He held up his communicator and responded.

“Yeah, we have an idea of where he might be. Towards the center of the building,” he said as he gave a quick glance around to make sure that no other furniture was going to leap at them. “We’re on route now. Catch up to us.”

He glanced back to Kealey and gave her a supportive nod.

“Come on. We best keep moving,” he said as he twitched his wrist.

Suddenly a mass of water that had spilled over from a nearby water fountain sprang to life. It snaked and swirled its way towards him before it began to encircle around both of his arms. The water looked like the coiled rings of a snake, poised and ready to strike while droplets hovered and swirled around like the moons of a planet. Properly armed Jorge stepped towards the heart of the building, unsure of what dangers would follow. He only knew, though, that he’d keep Kealey safe and get her to that perp.