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Jorge had heard the story from the mansion staff. One of the new students, a child, was a runaway but this boy was apparently being sought after by his father. While normally there was nothing wrong with this, lots of mutant kids runaway from parents because they think they don’t understand, this was an entirely different ballgame, though. This boy, Michael, was found with suspected evidence of abuse. That was why the detective was called in, just to listen to the boy’s side of the story, to see if he could reveal anything about what happened to him, and who did it.

Strolling down the lengths of the mansion halls, detective Jorge Cervantes sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose to release some tension. The detective tried to dress less official-like for the boy. Instead of his usual dark gray suit and coat, Jorge instead opted to wear a dark gray shirt, blue jeans, and his favorite bomber jacket over his thick frame. Around his neck his badge on a chain bounced along with every step, catching the sunlight in just the right angles to send a cascade of colors in all directions.

He sighed as he rolled is neck from side to side, now, to help further relieve some stress. Ever since hearing about this case the man had been in a sort of whirlwind. Not only was it a tragic thing to hear about this child’s possible upbringing, but it killed him because Michael was so close in age to Chase. Recently Jorge had finally started to become very close to the boy and the similarities between Chase’s background and Michael’s was just too much for him to bare. Both runaways, both with abusive parents, it was enough to make the cop wish he could just be left alone with those men for five minutes.

But, alas, he was the law; and he needed uphold it at all costs, despite his personal feelings on the matter. So, taking a calm breath and remembering that there was a lot this boy had gone through, Jorge knew that he was going to have to be both patient and friendly with the boy. If Michael decided to clam up, then there would be little that Jorge could do for him. They needed to remain on speaking terms.

Hopefully the boy would be chatty today.

Checking his watch, he saw that he was exactly on time as he arrived at the door that he was directed to. One breath, two breaths, and Jorge raised his knuckled hand and gently wrapped upon the door.

“Michael?” he asked gently through the door. “My name is Detective Jorge Cervantes? We have a meeting?”

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Jorge sighed. He was thankful that the gambit had paid off. He knew that he was just piling on lie after lie, but it was what he needed to do. He was not going to die by the sword of some Duke in this time. He needed to make it back home to his own time, to the woman that he loved. Whatever had hurled them backwards through time, had to be able to be undone. It simply had to be.

But, with little clues on what happened in the first place, the most that they could do was simply survive until they could figure a way out. That was going to have to mean that they had to blend in as best they could. Hopefully while doing so, they could figure some way out of this mess.

>> "We thank you, your elegance. Your hospitality is most appreciated."[/color]

Jorge nodded in response. Hopefully this would go well.

“Agreed, we are extremely grateful for your hospitality.”

The troupe moved on and Jorge and Shawn followed along with the duke riding horseback and the rest of his men.

The rest of the trek to the castle seemed rather uneventful. Safely walking with the armored men seemed to help ease the people’s wonderment at the strange garbs that both Jorge and Shawn wore. Though the men and women they passed on the way to the castle walls still stared, there was less fear that Jorge could feel from them. They were…almost accepting. Maybe they were just used to the odd dresses of foreigners when they were part of a precession. Certainly visitors from other countries dressed in far stranger clothes.

Jorge sighed though as he watched them approaching the marketplace that was set up before the large, castle walls. Though people may stare, at least the tight quarters also allowed them to move slower. From there Jorge could hopefully trying to think of some more back up plans and lies for them to stay alert.

He nudged Shawn as the pair of them walked on and he nodded to a few of the townspeople who were out and greeting them. The gleam of their silver weapons were obviously be big draw because soon people were gathered, gawking and waving at them as if they were celebrities. Jorge merely waved back before he whispered to Shawn.

“Nice job on the weapons,” he said with a nod. “Its garnering us a lot of attention.” He wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing, but it was definitely a development.

Jorge nodded. So far it seemed as if the Duke was actually, possibly started to buy their story. That bit about the bandits seemed to help cement some of that. Thankfully Jorge had a feeling that it would. It was the perfect explanation for at least SOME of their inconsistencies. Bandits making off with their horses was a good touch, good enough to hopefully make it past the Duke and his men. But he only hope that Shawn could make some believable weapons. He saw that silver bow and arrow from before and that was pretty damn convincing.

>> "Thanks for going along with this. I'm obviously grasping at straws here."[/color]

Jorge smirked, though it really was not the time to be doing it, but he couldn’t help it.

“Obviously, Sir Quincy of Beetlejuice,” Jorge muttered as he pretended to look through the bushes that Shawn had led him to.

As he did though, he actually took a second to marvel at the sight. Shawn subtly shifted himself into silver and managed to produce a pair of swords that looked balanced and well enough to fit the both of them. He really was impressed with this young X-Man. Thankfully the kid had this ability or the two of them would be sunk right now…

>> "Do you want a bow or the sword?"[/color]

“Sword,” Jorge said as he took the blade that was offered to him. It would going to look funny, them not having any sheaths to slip the swords into, but they could always chalk that up to the thieves as well.

He then watched as some nice, strong looking shields were made. One Shawn crafted with the emblem of a scorpion, and other created with a raised boar’s head on its surface. Shawn really did have an artistic eye to be able to make such things out of nothing. Part of him wondered if he was an artist or something, but before he could think too far on it, the shield was offered to him. He nodded as he took it and slipped his arm into the handles. Having a firm grip on it, he tested the weight and it certainly seemed adequate.

>> "Think they'll buy this?"[/color]

Jorge nodded. “Looks real enough to me.”

>> “I sure hope this works, otherwise this could be a really short trip."

Jorge sighed as he straightened up and gave Shawn a calming nod. “It’ll be fine. “ Jorge confirmed and slipped the sword into his belt. It would have to do until he could get a sheath for it. “We just got to stay on our toes. Ready?”

Once he got a confirmation from Shawn, Jorge turned and began to head back to the Duke and his men. Proudly Jorge continued with his character of a knight from Hogwarts (siiigh) and tried to keep the mindset of the time that they were in. As they approached, the duke and his men all eyed the weapons with confusion and wonder. The weaponry was obviously not battle hardened enough but they had a beauty about them that made the soldiers just slightly jealous. Obviously, these were the weapons of high rankings.

The duke, most of all, eyed the weapons with a near greedy-like look upon his face.

“My,” he said, “those truly are quite impressive. The crasftsmanship is quite…remarkable.” He said as he eyed them both. “But, how were you able to escape with those in hands. Those alone are worth far more than a simple pair of horses.”

Jorge nodded.

“Obviously, my lord,” Jorge said. “We, unfortunately had to make a choice when we escaped. We take our weapons, or our horses. The woods were too dense for our horses, so…we took our weapons in anticipation with meeting with more unfriendly company.”

Again, the duke narrowed his eyes as he watched the both of them. His snake-like eyes did not let a single thing escape his vision. He seemed to try to pierce into their very souls, trying to extract whatever information he could. But it was slowly becoming apparent that no matter how hard either of them tried, they would never be able to read this man’s expressions. Not the true expressions anyways.

But, he smiled.

“Wise decisions. Weaponless, you both probably would have been far worse,” he nodded “Sir Quincy, Sir Cervantes, please, join me on my trek to the castle to meet my grace. You shall find food and warm beds for the both of you.”

Jorge sighed, a little satisfied with himself that he was able to hit the target again with just as much skill as he always had. A glance down the range and he saw that other shooters were not having as much luck, except for that sharp shooter he had spied earlier. Of course that man had obliterated his targets without much problem. He certainly did have a plethora of guns about his person as well. He must have been a collector, or an enthusiast…he hoped that was the extent of it.

But Jorge pushed such thoughts out of his man. So long as the man was not parading around with a bazooka and a gatling gun in his hands, he was not going to pry on his day. He needed to get his own practice in.

A glance at the target he say that his own was pretty tore up as well now. He knew that it was time to replace it.

“Everyone okay with my changing targets?” he announced to the group once the last shot was heard. Once he got the okay back from everyone, Jorge holstered his gun and plucked up a pair of targets.

Stepping out onto the range, Jorge moved to his on target and pulled it off of its place. The bullseye was pretty much gone, littered with the holes left behind by the bullets. The old target removed, Jorge replaced the target paper with a fresh sheet, as well as placed another target above that one. He wanted to try his hand at a pair of targets this time. After all, he rarely was attacked by only one person anymore.

Targets situated, Jorge headed back to his stand with a grateful nod to the rest of the shooters. Behind his stand, he replaced his goggles, replaced his earplugs and took a breath as he stared at the two targets that glared at him from across the range. His hand rested on his at his side, he took a breath and released it slowly.

Then, a second later, Jorge pulled his glock from its holster and unleashed two rounds into the twin targets that were situated ahead of him. Both had bullet holes directly in the centers of their bullseyes and the detective smirked a little.