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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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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Poseidon was always an excellent judge of character. In the lawyer he could see a man who could be shrewd and ruthless, both in the courtroom and outside of it. He wasn’t expecting Faraday to be some living weapon, however. It was just comforting to know that those in his employ could take care of themselves so that he wasn’t having to watch over them twenty-four-seven. If there was one thing that Jorge didn’t have, it was patience for those people who couldn’t save themselves. Maybe it went along with the whole God-complex, but there it was.
Faraday, however, seemed more than capable of handling himself. The small display of the man’s abilities that he just witnessed was enough to assure the crime boss that the man wasn’t one to be trifled with. He knew his way around words and he had the bravado and the power to back it all up. He was clearly a man after his own heart.
Standing back, he let the lawyer mull over his words. Maybe they were moving quickly but considering the legal reputation that Faraday carried with him, it was clear he wasn’t going to appreciate the whole song and dance. So why not be blunt? After all, what did he have to lose?
>>”You have my attention, Mr. Cervantes...Let’s say I am willing to be your counselor. Will I have an office or work from where I work now? Would I have full access to this organization? People and papers. To provide counsel I must have access to all information. And what are your expectations, beside providing counsel?”
”I just want you to do what you do best...inspire.” He grinned. ”Yes, you will access to the deepest, darkest corners of my organization, including people and papers the likes of which I can assure you’ve never seen before. After all, to be an effective counsel, there’s a lot you should know.” A beaming smile. ”Let’s set a lunch date, shall we? Surely two titans such as ourselves deserve the proper ambiance to accompany such talks. Hardly seems appropriate for a dark and dank alley; that is for other uses.”
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This was certainly not in the plan. Not that there was any kind of “Happy” plan when it came to dealing with people in a crisis, but there was definitely a difference between a rescue mission that went “good” and rescue mission that went “Jorge and Maya Tried”. It seemed that whenever the two of them were stuck in a mission together, something was bound to go wrong. However, unlike dealing with streets full of dimensionally-altered zombies, this was a little different -- namely that they were the only targets.
He pushed on, still trying to lead Maya away from the noise of fleeing people. Wind whipped around his face, flaring his hair and his clothing, while water started to rise higher and higher at his feet. It had been such a long time since he had to face the elements like this that he had almost forgotten that without his abilities, he should fear them. He couldn’t just convince the water to not drown him this time.
>>"Jorge...Jorge! He's using the wind to usher all the people away."
He nodded. He was catching onto that. They moved through a hall and stopped for a second, feeling the water moving deeper around his ankles.
>>"Are we leading him or is he leading us?"
”Honestly…” Jorge said with a breath. ”Probably a bit of a both. But so long as people are getting out and away from them, then I think that we’re good.”
After all, that’s what it takes to be a hero, right, sacrifice? Jorge always had a bit too much of that in himself. He shot a glance at Maya. The maddening chuckle of the Veteran was growing louder as he followed their position. They were running out of room to flee. Besides, heading outside probably wasn’t the best option. Too much wind and WAY too much water to manipulate. He shot a glance to Maya.
”Keeping him indoors might be our only chan--” he stopped. Too much wind and water. The guy was getting a quick handle on their powers, but given how much Maya and Jorge see and experience and how many years it took to understand and live with them, there was only so much that the Veteran could take. ”Maya, do you think if we lead him outside that the surrounding environment will be too much for him to process. We can, but we had years of experience. I think that’s our only way to stop him.”
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This was definitely not good news. Keeping Maya slung over his shoulder, Jorge did his best to extract them both form the situation. While the madman with mutant powers wasn’t anyone you wanted to leave alone, it was important to note that the man’s answer was point at the two of them. If they could get away, lead the veteran away from the crowd, then maybe they could think of something to put a stop to his mad chase. however, that seemed unlikely that they would get away completely unharmed, a fact prove when the detective felt the whiplash of water strike him across his back. It wasn’t firm enough to cause agonizing pain, but there the old man was getting the hang of his new abilities alarmingly quick.
They needed to move. While it would be easier if Maya would run on her own, Jorge didn’t have the time to test if he could set her down on her own yet. He had elbowed her pretty hard in an attempt to knock control of the Veteran out of her. It did, but at the cost of having someone who could move freely on her own. She would be fine, but until she could run, she was his responsibility. What he wouldn’t give for an adult-sized papoose now.
But there had to be something. What could they possibly do to know this mutant-vampire for a loop? He was getting the hang of their abilities, but they needed to take advantage of it now before he achieved any kind of mastery. While it seemed impossible that would happen soon, Jorge didn’t want to risk it. The guy had already proven himself capable of understand what was happening to him, and it was a gamble that Jorge wasn’t willing to bet against.
So now it was time to learn a bit more about each other. While he was sure that all X-Leaders had extensive dossiers on team members, what they could do, and what they were weak against, it was still a sensitive subject to bring up. It was hard to share your weaknesses with others. However, their lives depended upon it now. So what was Ghost’s kryptonite?
>>"Fire...Incorporeal form is almost pure oxygen, but... we can't do that here, around other people. And I don't know what introducing your powers does to that weakness."
”Pretty sure water beats fire,” he grumbled.
Turning a corner, he stopped long enough to turn back, setting Ghost back down onto her two feet so they could survey. People were scattering, screaming, trying to get away from the odd golem made of water and twisting air as he lumbered through the room. Head turning left and right, the watery head of the Veteran zeroed in on the pair of them and grew an elongated, twisting smile.
“Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum,” the Veteran spouted in his gurgly, bubbling voice. “I smell the blood of two government mutant sellouts!”
Jorge rolled his eyes. ”That doesn’t even rhyme!” Spotting an emergency exit, Jorge tugged Maya along. ”Come on! Everyone is running the other way. We can lead him out through here!”
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Poseidon had done the rounds, greeted total strangers and “friends” alike. He was now in the area of the bar, sighing as he looked out over the area. He was witnessing an empire in the creation, and it was something that certainly made him...excited. Oh what would he manage to create here? Even if SUPER was beginning to take roots, they would be on level playing fields again. It would be easier this time. SUPER would be a fish out of water and the Syndicate will be there to stomp the last visages of life from their corpses. All he needed was patience and to continue to build his strength in this world.
But he was going to need help. He had plenty loyal to him on the other side of the rift but he couldn’t easily divide them up between dimensions without spreading them too thin. No, he needed forces in both his world and this one. He needed an army, a massive one, one that would ensure that he could cover both sides of the gap, allowing him to see and react to everything at all times. It sounded like a stressful endeavor, sure, but he was fighting for his species and no expense was too great.
However, for tonight, there were no war plans, no deceits, no blood to really be spilled -- simply a chance to meet, to observe, and plan for the future.
Taking a flute of champagne in hand, he took a careful sip, his eyes glancing over the glass as he observed the oncoming figure in a fine suit and blazed as read as the devil himself. But he knew who the entity was, and he didn’t fear for his soul. He wasn’t weak like others where a simple glance at a living demon would send them scurrying to their local church for absolution. Rather, he was almost a little annoyed with the winged devil. His latest injuries were -- complicating but the real reason Jorge cast suspicious eyes upon him were his seemingly drastic change in attitude.
Again, he needed to keep his eye on him.
>>"Good evening, sir, Marvelous party you have here."
Jorge grunted a throaty response, ”Um,” finishing his sip before he lowered the glass. He turned his eyes back onto the little imp. ”Thank you, Khalil,” he spoke. ”Enjoying yourself?” he inquired. ”The healer seems to be doing wonders for you. Before long you’ll be your devilish, hell-raising self again...right?”
That wasn’t a hope for well-being, but instead carried with it the ring of a warning. Poseidon knew that Khalil was being...different. While he wasn’t making any outward threats, he did want it known that it was something that hadn’t escaped his attention -- as few things do.
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Jorge felt bad the second that he had done it. When he drove his elbow into Maya’s break basket, it was with enough practiced force to take down a much bigger opponent. He probably should have held back but given the fact that Ghost’s mutation could pretty much suck the air out of his lungs, he didn’t want to risk letting that power loose too long. Besides, if she were being possessed, then hopefully his action would expel whatever sway was being held over her.
She folded like a cheap suit, practically split in half over and under his offending elbow. The choking sound was hard to hear as she struggled to reboot her body’s ability to breathe. Jorge stepped back, at the ready in case she were to go on the attack again, his arms out as he pushed people away from her. But that was when he saw it, that slight wisp of...something...as it pulled away from her. And from that ethereal gust came the most malicious of voices.
>>>> "Funny, how you both seem to be able to manipulate others."
Dammit. His hunch was right. There was another player in on this. But what was the deal? And, worst of all, why did it sound familiar? It wasn’t like a voice from someone he interacted with all the time, but rather a voice he had just heard, as in the last few hours.
There was a gasp and Jorge turned his gaze back to Maya. She was still doubled over and reaching out. Quickly he was at her side, assuming she was safe to be around again now that the ghostly figure had gone. Looking between them, Jorge could make out a few more discernable details, a basic height, structure, and then it hit him -- the veteran. That guy who was grumbling back in the X-Jet. He was a mutant?
>>"Power...Power Vampire."
Jorge wrinkled his nose in an annoyed manner. ”Dammit,” he growled. ‘ The wind started to pick up as the Veteran once again solidified. He looked more tired than before, but the rage behind his power hungry eyes was more than energized. Breathing heavily, he looked between his hands as they struggled to remain corporeal. Once they had, he rolled his wrists and watched as they elongated and liquified into whiplashes of water. A cocky smile on his lips, the Veteran whipped his arm, spraying water but maintaining of the liquid to make it snap like a real whip.
“You know, I used to hate what I was…” he grumbled through gritted teeth. A sneer pulled the corner of his lips. “...but maybe I was wrong. Maybe I needed to be what I am...to show you all how to really use your power!”
Another crack and this time he aimed his arm towards them. Jorge grabbed Maya around the waist and pulled her away, snarling as the whip snapped at his back. The water could be just as sharp as leather but it was a good thing that the Veteran didn’t have full mastery just yet.
People started to scream. they ran for whatever hiding they could find in hopes of escapes the psychotic mutant. Jorge, meanwhile, kept Ghost behind him as they started to back away. ”Maya...please tell me you have some ultra common weakness that can be easily exploited, Kryptonite-like weakness?”
The wind started to pick up, carrying heavy drops of water. It seemed that the Veteran was playing mix and match with his new abilities.
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Jorge didn’t feel there was any reason to beat around the bush with Faraday. By laying it all out on front, he was possibly risking incriminating himself, but that was a risk that he was willing to take with someone like this. Men like him required honesty and boldness to catch their attention, and his attention was something that Jorge sorely needed. Of course, if the lawyer wasn’t interested, he was sure that he could find someone else just as capable, but why settle? Why not gamble and bet it all on black? Jorge wouldn’t have made it as far as he did in his world if he hadn’t risked it all.
Besides, he was right. Even before Faraday spoke, Jorge could see the wheels spinning behind the man’s eyes. He had a remarkable poker face, not allowing the watermancer any privy to his facial expressions, but Jorge knew people. He knew how they acted. And he how the minds of certain people worked when they were interested. Sure enough, he was interested.
>>”That you have, Mr. Cervantes.”
Bingo. Jorge continued to stand, his arms across his chest as he stood back and just waited for the lawyer to finish his inspection. He was being careful too. This was his world, after all, and clearly he was dealing with some less-than-legal actions of his own. For all Poseidon’s insistence, this could very well be a sting, after all. Faraday had every right to be cautious. But, at least that wasn’t keeping him from talking.
>>”Let’s say I am. You are looking for someone who is more than just an attorney, someone to simply provide legal cover. How would I fit into your organization?
”Answer to that is simple -- I need...advising, to say the least,” he said. ”I already have people in my payroll from this side of the rift.” he explained. ”However, none of them have the connections or the higher knowledge of this world that you possess.” He sighed and shrugged slightly. ”Good help is so hard to find these days. But, if I want to set roots in this world, I need someone like you, as part of my council.” He tilted his head to Faraday. ”How would like to be the the forefront of progress?”
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Ghost didn’t sound like...Ghost. This was not right. The X-Woman had a control over her powers, better than most. Hell, she even taught him a few things about being an elemental that he never thought he would ever have to learn. All that told him that the wind tossing around people wasn’t her actions, but that of another. How though? they happened across a mutant with the same ability? What about the fact that they didn’t have their abilities anymore? A coincidence. It was doubt, and something that the watermancer would have loved to have spared the time to think on; but time was the one luxury that he didn’t have in abundance.
He reached out, trying to get Ghost’s attention by taking her arm, but she felt...different. He couldn’t explain it, maybe it was the sheer lack of his abilities trying to take over the water content in her, but she just felt different, alien almost. The voice would make that point abundantly clear, however, as Ghost turned and faced him, a look of malice on her face.
>> "You should have cleaned up the city properly."
”...what?” He asked. That was definitely not Ghost’s voice. What, was she...possessed?
>> "You could have stopped all this before it even started!"
A hand was aimed at his through. The air pressure began to tighten as he could feel an invisible vacuum formly around his high. She, or whoever was in her, was going to suck all the air direct from his body. Already he could feel it happening so he needed to act fast. A shift, unheard apology was uttered as he didn’t shy away from the X-Woman, but instead closed the gap. Weakly he choked out a, ”Sorry…” then suddenly, and sharply, threw his elbow with as much force as he could muster into her stomach.
She controlled wind and air. She could take on that form and possess another. Therefore, if he could knock the wind out of her, maybe he could draw out whatever was within. And if not, well, if they lived through this he would have so much apologizing to do.
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Poseidon was not a man to leave things to the last minute. If he had plans then he made sure that he did everything in his power to put those plans into action. He wanted a place in this universe, a lawless universe where humanity hasn’t made that step against mutants that crossed the lines of decency and disrespect; that was a universe he needed to partake in. With SUPER not yet formed, he could settle the Syndicate roots early, make sure that he and his operations were buried deep, deep under the ground and allowing him spread as far as he dreamed. But he wasn’t going to achieve his dreams by laying around, waiting for things to happen.
It was his ability to plan ahead and caused him to make the first move towards gaining the membership he required. He had the muscle, he had the intrigue, but what he needed now were the positions of power that he hadn’t earn yet. That was going to be the most dangerous part of this world. He had the influence and the position back in his own universe -- places that he had earned. Here, he was starting from scratch, but he was savvy enough to know the right ways to speed up the process.
One of which was standing in front of him.
Faraday was a lawyer, and one of the best in the city. Getting legal on your side, good, expensive legal, was the first step towards everything. If he could get someone with Faraday’s expertise, standing, and biased towards mutantkind, then the rest of the pieces would surely fall into place. He just needed to get past this initial meeting. It didn’t escape his notice that the arch of electricity hadn’t died down, but he didn’t waiver in his stance either. Instead he bore with him the face of a man who had faced far worse and come out on top. Confidence was everything, after all.
>>”By all objective measures I am both able-bodied and of sound mind. The latter I imagine is of more interest to you...And you wouldn’t be here, now, if you didn’t deem me appropriate for this… job?”
He smiled. Did he really have to respond?
>>”The question I have is what you need. The detective of this universe is smart and you seem the same. Only… Darker. You ask first for someone able-bodied and you have no problem with intimidation tactics. You want muscle, mutant muscle I would wager. Yet, you approach someone like myself. Someone who makes precision strikes, someone who targets the linchpins. You are looking for something more than just muscle. You’re looking to set up roots in this universe so you need people who know this world. How it works, the who’s who. A position in leadership of something… An organization… Perhaps something akin to a mob or mafia? Stop me if I am in the wrong.”
Yes. This was exactly what he was after. As he listened to Faraday talk, plucking points and facts that only the most truly observant could catch onto, Jorge knew he found the right man. Faraday was right on all accounts and the mob boss’s silence should have been evident enough to show that the lawyer was on the right track. By the time he was finished, the watermancer was smiling wide and impressed. A low, demonic chuckle vibrated through his throat as he nodded his head. He watched Faraday loom closer, again still showing no fear as he sighed and turned to him.
”Simply extraordinary,” he said teasingly. ”Clearly I don’t need to stop you.” He stopped, let the silence hang for a moment and then picked up the conversation. ”You’re right, I don’t need muscle. What I need…” he pointed with a finger gun, clicking his tongue towards Faraday’s forehead. ”I need your expertise. I need your skill with the law. And I need your heavily favoring our brethern.” He paused again. ”The world I come from, legality for mutants is almost nonexistent. What I want to do here is to prevent that from happening again.” A cheery smile as he shrugged his shoulders. ”And if we earn some side cash along the way, why not?” A final sigh as he finally unclasped his arms from behind his back, crossing them over his chest as he eyed the lawyer. ”Have I piqued your interest, lawyer?”
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Jorge grunted, feeling the air all knocked out of his lungs. To make matter worse, once he started to recover his senses, he still found it extremely difficult to breathe. The wind, it was everywhere, a sucking vacuum on moment, then sharply flying outward like the blades of million invisible scythes. The only comparison that Jorge could make was that this was similar to a hurricane he once experienced when he was still living in Florida. He had been caught up trying to get home and the speed with which the wind flew was mind boggling.
This was similar to that, only, instead of squaring off against a indiscriminate force of nature, he was battling something that seemed to have far more sinister intentions.
Helping to move the person who flew into him off, Jorge moved to sit up, covering his eyes at the sheer galeforce that buffeted him. He couldn’t be sure but he could have sworn there was a voice in that breeze. His first thought went to ghost but surely she wouldn’t do something like this, unless she was losing control. But judging by their last conversation, that didn’t make sense either. What was happening?
Jorge moved to stand, shielding his face. People screamed around him but the sound was muffled by the unforgiving wind -- all except for one voice.
>>> "YOU HEROES WERE WASTING IT."
”...that’s not good…”
>>"JORGE!"
His head shot up. That voice he certainly knew. It was Maya. Quickly his eyes scanned the sea of faces around him until he finally settled on the smaller woman standing on top of a table nearby. It was her, she was looking for him. Standing up, he kept his face shielded against the unforgiving winds and tried to make his way towards her. There was another mutant here. But with her exact powers?
>>"JOOOOOR—!"
Her voice was cut off. Jorge assumed it was because of the wind so he tried to quicken his pace, moving around people until finally he was at the side of the table. Carefully he reached out. He was still behind her, out of her line of sight, and he doubted he could shout loud enough to get her attention. So, reaching over, he grabbed her hand and gave it a tight squeeze.
”Ghost!!” he shouted, giving her arm a short tug to pull her attention towards him. ”It’s me! What’s happening?!”
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Jorge knew that the lawyer and his counterpart in this universe had a run-in before. The files that his people had managed to get from the MRC were more than informative. They detailed not only the most dangerous mutants in this world (on record) but also many of those who would be considered “obstacles” towards him and the Syndicate’s doings. Jorge was an obstacle, and would be dealt with accordingly, but Mr. Faraday, no, he was something altogether useful if he could get him on the same page.
Still, he was curious to know exactly how the mutant would try to explain his situation had he been this universe’s “Jorge Cervantes”. So he joked with him, exactly how illegal is jury tampering? Or rather, how illegal was the type of jury tampering that Faraday was engaged in?
>>”Well it depends. Was a threat made, was it believable to him, did I cause any injury, and was any evidence to tie it back to the perpetrator left? But something tells me you know a little bit about that yourself.”
He grinned. Serious, Faraday was a smart, smart boy. He truly hoped that the lawyer saw the light. And the best to achieve what he wanted, as he learned, was to always be blunt. He wouldn’t arrest Faraday, that wasn’t his job. Rather he wanted something far different from him.
The lawyer took a more relaxed posture, hands in his pockets, as he looked over the crime boss. Still Jorge could see those arches of electricity causing an otherworldly effect to bask Faraday in light. But while most would shy away or avert their eyes from such an intimidating sight, Jorge did not. Why should he? He was merely here to talk, not to antagonize. Besides, even though his abilities easily put him at the disadvantage, here was a man who mocked God himself, why wouldn’t he be cocky enough to believe he could stop the little sparkplug?
>>”So yes, let’s discuss my future. What can a corporate and criminal defense lawyer who you allege to have seen intimidate a witness do for you, Mr. Cervantes?”
He grinned. ”Exactly that.’ He said. He wouldn’t approach, not many than he had to as he didn’t want to put the man at the defensive. Instead he just stood back, keeping the same relaxed posture that Faraday held. ”As I’m certain you are aware, I’m not the ‘Cervantes’ that you’ve already met. I, actually, come from much farther away. Still,” he looked around. ”I have interest in this little corner of the dimension. I’d like to set some roots here. And I’m looking for some able-bodied people to assist with that.” Another charming smile. ”Would you consider yourself able-bodied?”
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It was an excellent turnout so far. The water-powered demigod moved fluidly through the crowd, his charm and his influence following him with every step. He clearly was a man whose very presence demanded attention and focus from anyone who was nearby. Even as he moved through this crowd mixed with thug and insanely smart mutants and their supporters, just a small clearing of his throat turned eyes upon him. No one in the crowd really knew who was throwing this party, and that was probably for the best, but even with that being the case, he still managed to demand attention.
And he so loved it. Of course he said nothing, merely smiled, waved, and shared a flirtatious glance with any man or woman who caught his fancy. As he took a sip of flute of champagne in his hand, his gaze rested at the bar where he found one of his earliest recruits, Charlie, gathering drinks for herself and her date. She had proven herself since she had joined, in more than one arena.
A wink and a kiss blown in his direction and the man smirked, raising his glass towards her. She glided back to her waiting date and the crime boss turned away. He wasn’t the type of man to be jealous, far from it. He just hoped that Charlie kept her head in the game. Things were fun and games for awhile, but when it came down to the work, he wouldn’t accept slip-ups for starry-eyed lovebirds.
But, in the meantime, everything was rosey. He just wanted it to stay that way.
As he continued to survey the crowd, he saw both familiar and unfamiliar faces. Khalil sulked in his corner, which caused Jorge to arch an eyebrow. As useful as the little demon had been, he had been increasingly recluse as of late. While everyone was bound to have their mood swings, it was still enough to grab his attention -- which wasn’t necessarily a good thing. He would have to pay extra attention to Khalil in the coming days.
Jay, Gwen, everyone seemed to be adapting pretty nicely to his organization, but there were certainly faces that the man didn’t recognize. For example, the young man talking to the absolute killer in the sapphire dress. Both looked dangerous in more than one way. He would have to introduce himself before the night was out. But there was still mingling to be done. So, slipping away from the bar, Jorge continued to make his rounds, sipping from his champagne glass as the music pouring through the speakers switched to a new song.
”Lovely…” Jorge whispered to himself. He sighed as he carried on. There were still other faces to meet.
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Jorge
There was nothing wrong with a party, was there? A party could be a real eye opener. It allowed people to embrace their more carnal sides, gave them chance to let loose and just exist. That was the problem, not a lot of people knew how to exist anymore. Everyone was so preoccupied with trying to impress others or make themselves into something that they weren’t that they didn’t know how to just be themselves; well, not without some alcohol, music, and some flirtatious glances. Where else would someone get a chance like that?
The Sapphire Grand Opening. After the Pennyworth Place had been purchased and closed down, no one thought that it would be turned into much of anything; the odds were high that it would be torn down to make room for another parking lot. But work started on the hotel quicker than anyone thought. Rather than being torn down, it was being built up, and the expense and attention that was being paid to the structure immediately began to excite the surrounding neighborhoods, and then the city.
Clever publicity, a mysterious benefactor known only on paper, and general hype were all that were needed to ensure that come the Grand Opening, already all the rooms were booked. A small, elegant party was being thrown in the hotels new Diamond Lounge restaurant, and truly it was a sight that could take one’s away.
But that wasn’t where the real party was being held.
The top floor, where access was restricted due to some lingering renovations, a far superior party was being held -- for a far superior group of people. It was here that a party for mutants was being held. Music, dancing, food, all of it was being held for members of the Syndicate, prospective members, and mysteriously invited members of the mutant community and supporters with influence. Everyone here was allowed to let loose, to relax, and to just be themselves, without fear of drawing attention from the police or the dredges of the genetic gene pool -- humans. And all of this, of course, was put together by one man…
Jorge Cervantes, otherwise known as Poseidon, grinned a bright smile as he strolled through the halls, listening as music pumped through unseen speakers. He was dressed nicely in an expensive black suit, deep, navy blue tie. Passing the windows, the man sighed as he took in the sight of this world, this universe, and all the untapped potential that it held. Truly this would be a place that he could shape to his will, without the constraints of S.U.P.E.R. looming around every corner. It was Eden, and the serpent was ready to play.
Speaking of, the crime boss with the salt-and-pepper hair, the fierce, stormy eyes, and the cocky grin, let his hang slip down, pinching the firm posterior of passing woman in a short dress. She hopped and turned back to face him, her eyes shifting between various mood colors. She smiled flirtatiously before she turned and continued down the hall. Jorge merely adjusted his suit and chuckled; it was good to be the king.
As a paid host for the evening walked by, Jorge reached out, plucking a flute of champagne from a polished silver tray, and took a sip. He sighed at the flavor of the bubbles bursting across his tongue and grinned; he only provided the best for his guests.
Returning to his trek down the hall, he moved passed people and mutants, familiar and unfamiliar faces, and greeted them all like old friends. Tonight was a night of celebration. Not only for the hotel, he could honestly care less about it, but because they were here. After months of work, after aggressive recruitment, the Syndicate was finally gaining a foothold -- and he couldn’t be more pleased. Of course he wouldn’t be dropping the ball any time soon, but, for just one night, the man was going to allow himself the chance to just relax and enjoy; a mindset that he hoped would carry on to the rest of the members of the Syndicate.
After all, come tomorrow, that was when the real work was going to begin. Poseidon could be a taskmaster. He would push his people beyond what they thought was possible for them to achieve, but it would all be for the greater good of their species. They will hate him. They will love him. But in the end, it will be worth it.
One night, though. Tonight. He would provide them with every pleasure, every vice, and every chance to let loose. He was, after all, a kind god.
again, great job!