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Jorge was still in awe of this environment. He really could not believe that all of this was simply a simulation, a trick of the eyes brought on my some technologies that he just didn’t understand. It was all beautiful, mind you, but it really boggled his senses how all this was possible. The first time he saw this happen he had tried to figure it out, but now he realized that he was just as lost as ever. Maybe he would never figure it out. He’d just have to live with the fact that some things were beyond his knowledge in this world.

The cold breeze lashed across his features one more time and Jorge had to squint his eyes as he looked across the scene. It was all looking pretty barren to the point that he had to wonder exactly what this whole test was going to be.

Maybe just natural survival?

>> "Now, we hunt…There should be plenty of prey around here. The catch is... well, some of them might be hunting us. We are in the time when we have not made it to the top of the food chain yet. So, keep an eye out."

Apparently not.

Jorge wracked his brain as he tried to remember what sorts of animals (especially predatory ones) existed during the ice age. Unfortunately such knowledge did not really hold a permanent place in his head. He had vaguer ideas of wolves or big cats, but this was a programmed simulation! There could just as easily be wolves or dinosaurs! Whatever this kid imagined could probably be made reality. Jorge would only hope that he was prepared to meet whatever it was.

>> "Can you work with snow at all?"

Jorge shook his head as he lifted the scarf to cover his mouth and nose. His responses were muffled but at least they were not completely covered up.

“So far I can only manipulate liquid water,” he explained. He sighed as he attempted to feel out with his senses. “I can feel the water below our feet,” he lowered his palm and attempted to summon the water he felt. Either it was too far, or far too encased. “I’ll need to find a crack in the ice, or something in order to access it. I can still shift to water, but I’m not sure how long I’d last out here before freezing over. Guess I’ll just have to make do…” the man said.

>> "Oh. Damn…I'm sorry. Name's Gawain. You know me as Maya. We were on the Hawaii mission together. I'm a gender shifter. Sorry about the confusion.”

Jorge smirked as the hand was extended out to him. The detective took it firmly and shook it. Gawain, interesting name. He about to comment on how it was nice to meet him, but as the kid continued, Jorge soon realized he DID know this person from before. He worked with this kid back in Hawaii, but back then, he was girl. That…was an interesting mutation. Not only could he/she walk through mirrors but apparently shifted genders as well?

Very interesting, to say the least.

He smiled warmly as he shook the boy’s hand firmly and released the grip before turning back to the mass of stuff that had been handed to him from the duffle bag. He could really only wonder what the boy had planned for this danger room session. That was another thing, the boy seemed just a tad bit young to be a senior member of the team, then again, Jorge knew better than to judge him in any way.

>> "I am also a team leader on the X-team. I design training programs for the kids and the trainees. I have... um, I have seen footage of what you did on Hawaii. Very impressive. Can't wait to see what else you can do."

Jorge smirked and nodded.

“I’ll do my best to be prepared,” he responded. “Besides, after the last mission I was on with the team, I’m going to definitely need some more practice.”

It was a little tough to admit that he needed the help. Jorge had spent years working with his fellow officers, but Jorge was always one that tended to tackle issues on his own. That was why he didn’t like working with a partner, 1) he would rather risk himself than another else, 2) he had some problems trusting other people. But Jorge was doing better and he had every confidence that with practice, those were issues he could actually get around.

Once he had finished pulling on the rest of clothes, and tucked the old ones into the duffle bag, he nodded to Gawain.

“Alright Gawain, lead the way,” he said with a nod.

Jorge did his best to be comfortable. At least Shawn’s laughter was helping to ease the tension of the situation. But what they needed was answers as to what was going on and as to why they were here. Jorge was just as confused as anyone, especially with that appearance by Lumen and that man who was doing something with their heads. The detective was no longer exactly sure who he could trust so he would have to work off of a bit of faith here.

Still, the man sighed as he continued to readjust his belt and pants. These were definitely not your typical clothes you would find at the Gap. There was honestly no way he would ever be talked into a renaissance faire after all of this.

But just as the detective was grumbling, suddenly Lumen returned with her man in tow and just spilled the entire beans of the story…

Time jumping? Drunken kids? Celtic Goddesses? So THAT[/b] was how they all got here? Because Lumen had inebriated a time traveling mutant to the point that he accidentally sent a restaurant full of people backwards through time and space? Jorge’s mind boggled at the ideas of if other people got pulled in. What happened to them? How long as this going to last? Was time still flowing back home?

The detective sighed. All this was beginning to hurt his head. But before he could dwell too much on it, Lumen spoke with Paul and then excused herself with the Maester.

>> "OK, let's deal with a couple of things really quick. Yes, I am a mutant though my abilities are a little hard to explain. Second…I really didn't have anything to do with the deaths of those men that you asked me about. Maybe I can explain things later but for now you're just gonna have to trust me. Finally, yes Lumen and I are friends and I occasionally try to help her with some of her investigations. I have a few skill sets that can be handy in her type of work. Now, is there anything else we need to cover before someone comes in to fetch us?"

Jorge blinked as he watched Paul closely. He really seemed adamant that he had nothing to do with the deaths that he had originally been investigated for. In all honestly, Jorge had done that investigation but it really did seem to pull up nothing to actually leading to the deaths of those people. By all accounts, Paul was clean. So, considering the position that they were all in, Jorge was going to have to have just a little bit of faith that this man was not lying to him.

With a sigh, he nodded.

“Fine,” he said. “You already heard that we were brought into down by a duke. Our covers are pretty much that we are ex-knights who were robbed. It is best we stick with the stories. He,” he said as he pointed to Shawn. “Is the Shawn of Beetlejuice, and I am Jorge of…” he sighed. “Hogwarts. If what he says is true, that he can help spin that we are special as well, that may help us at least survive here until we can find a way out. Now—“

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK![/b]

Jorge turned to the door. Great. Looked like conversation time was over…

Jorge sighed. Walking into the mansion, dressed in jeans, a seafoam green Miami Dolphins t-shirt, and his favorite brown leather bomber jacket, the detective was thankful that it was his day off. Ever since he joined the X-Men as a trainee, he had been trying to find time for more face time with them. Jorge hoped to ascend the ranks but he needed training in order to do so. Their training simulation room was extremely impressive, but only full members were really allowed down there.

At least today he finally had found time to schedule with a senior ranking X-Man in order to get his training in. He was actually curious as to who he would be working with. Ghost? Probably Sam, again. Their powers seemed to mix nicely. Then again, it would be nice to meet other members of this time he was supposed to be on.

Only time would tell.

Strolling through the mansion, Jorge remembered that the Danger Room was located in the basement level of the school. He moved through the kitchen, the same that he had been into many times before, found the stairs and began his descent into the belly of the school. His sneakered feet barely thumped on the steps as he moved downward, his mind concocting what would be waiting for him.

His last, real face time with the X-men was months ago in that disastrous mission with Kealey and whoever that other kid was. He had seen either of them around lately; he hoped the pair of them were okay. But, ignoring the thoughts and all the mistakes he had made back then (these X-Men were certainly nothing like working with his fellow officers), Jorge continued on. He trusted that whatever training he would undergo today would be a necessity.

As he stepped down onto the bottom level, Jorge moved down the hall towards where he last remembered the Danger Room to be. So far…no sign of who he was supposed to be working with. Jorge crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall. Hopefully whoever this person was would remember to show up.

@ Calley:

"There are reason you ladies are in my territory?"

LOL I love the idea, Calley! *Jorge lassoes in Gina to be his second-in-command since she is his strongest warrior*

>> "Only stupid if it gets you shot."[/color]

Jorge smirked. It was a true commentary. The only things that are stupid are the things that get out shot, especially in his line of work. But Jorge had not voiced this opinion. Instead he turned back to his target. But before he could start again, he noticed, out of the corner of his eye, the man holstering his weapon and leave his stand. For a moment the detective wondered if that was it but he had a feeling that the man was coming over to introduce him.

The detective slipped his own gun into its holster, removed the earmuffs and spied the man walking over to his stand. He was about his same height, short hair and looked like he had been in a battle or two himself. It was obvious the man knew how to fire a gun and he definitely seemed like the type of person who could handle himself in a fight.

Jorge nodded to him as he approached.

>> "Military. 75th Ranger regiment, then moved to C.A.G. fer a little while…I'm Michael."[/color]

He took the offered hand and shook it firmly.

“Nice to meet you, Michael,” he said. “Jorge, NYPD, Mutant Related Crimes division.” He nodded back towards the target range with an impressed grin. “Quite the resume. You definitely learned something from them.”

Jorge was running faster than he thought he could run. Everything around him slowed down except for his own body. Vaulting over one of the desks blocking his path to Chase, Jorge landed swiftly onto his feet but not before he picked up a stapler from the desk that he had just slid across. Stapler in hand, since his gun was locked away in his car, Jorge hurled the black and silver stapler with all his might. The office supply missile soared through the air before it collided roughly with the enraged mutant, directly across the bridge of his nose.

“YAAARRRR!!!” the beast growled and screamed. Momentarily blinded, he stopped and flailed just before he got to Jorge’s desk. Few specks of metal that were seen reflecting light from his face immediately showed that at least one or two staples were now digging into the disgusting features of his face.

Taking the opportunity, Jorge stopped at his desk just long enough to reach down and pull Chase out. Not roughly, but just enough to tell him that he needed to get up and get up now. Once Chase was up, Jorge quickly took him and ducked behind a corner, shielding the boy behind his back as his fellow officers raised their guns towards the beast.

“Halt, Fossey!” O’Neil yelled. “Or we ‘WILL’ open fire!!”

“Chase,” Jorge whispered from his crouched position to Chase who was behind him. “Stay here, do not get up for any reason. Do you understand me?”

Once he got a confirmation from the boy, Jorge stood up, weaponless (seemingly) and glared at the wild beast that snarled glared between each of the cops.

Fossey (ironically named) sneered as he glared through squinted eyes. All four fists clenched and shook with rage. His mutation, on top of his appearance, gave him a near unstoppable bloodlust. The man wanted nothing more than the break apart anything in his way. It didn’t matter if they were chairs, doors, or people, he would break them all equally. But that did not mean he did not know how to be shrewd when he wanted to.

His arm, moving faster than they could see, shot out and grabbed one of the fallen officers he had knocked unconscious earlier. One large hand grabbed the man by the face and swung him around so that he used him as a shield. As those pairs of arms did that, another pair snatched another unconscious man he had knocked away.

“You’re not going anywhere, Fossey,” Jorge explained in as demanding a voice as he could. “You’re in the middle of the 18th precinct, MRC division, surrounded by cops know how not to deal with mutants. End this peacefully…” Jorge implored not loosing none of his authoritative voice.

Fossey narrowed his eyes at Jorge, obviously seeing him as the weakest link since he was not armed in any manner possible, that he could see. Jorge though, was not completely unarmed. Underneath his desk, the box of bottled waters, several had been broken open in the commotion and now water was forming a pretty expandable pool of liquid that slowly stretched out. Some even extended out, touching both Jorge’s and Chase’s shoes. Jorge instantly sensed in and clenched his fists.

Fossey, though, was not going to heed any warnings. Jorge was blocking the largest window that led out into the street outside. All he would need to do was go through him to get out. His trail in mind, the mutant snarled as he made his move. A sudden swing of his arm and he sent one unconscious officer hurdling through the air directly into both O’Neil and another officer that had guns trained on him. Both went down into a heap as suddenly Fossey charged directly for Jorge.

The detective didn’t flinch though. Jaw set, eyes focused, Jorge suddenly opened both his hands as the water near both his and Chase’s feet sprang up in answer. The liquid swirled upward in a fast cyclone of liquid that not only wrapped around himself, but Chase as well. The water swirled and spun so fast that Fossey, unprepared, screeched out the second his face touched the spinning liquid. It sloshed and raked across the mutant’s face and sent Fossey screeching as it stung his eyes and made him stumble backward.

Jorge focused as he kept the water shield spinning around Chase before he stepped out of his own and forced the water to form several globes that circled dangerously around him. With that, he moved towards Fossey, leaving Chase protected behind water…