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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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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"And why should I be scared ov yew lot, eh? I've worked wiv mawer badass folks van yew befawer. What am I gonna get fer puttin' me life on da line 'ere? Nuff said, yeah?"
Well... She messed up. He shrugged, and shook his head. "Alright lady... It's your funeral."
As the spiders crept in, he sat perfectly still. He had a feeling it was coming, and he had to sell it the best he could. To be honest, it was sorta creepy, even for him. One bit the cockney speaking gun for hire, flinched a bit. Megan went into her theatrics about how terrible the spider venom was, and he sat, waiting for her to break.
Break she did.
He'd expected that. What he didn't expect was to hear that name. His relaxed position instantly changed to sitting up right.
"James Howard?" He barely kept his sham voice up. He paused for a moment, and then stood, reaching for the back of the brit's head, and poking it, delivering enough force to rock her head forward and knock her out cold.
He stared at her for a moment to make sure it did the trick. It would leave one hell of a bump.
"James @#$%ing Howard, Bailiff. That meant that dude Jacobi filled with holes? That was little Donnie Howard. You know what that means?"
He chuckled and shook his head.
"I got an idea... You ain't gonna like it, because it means the limey walks...but figure this... Roaches guy killed the son of James Howard, the head of the east side crime syndicate. And we... Got a witness. Someone who will tell him what happened."
The east siders weren't all that huge, but they were known for going over the top when they got a taste for blood, and nothing like this had ever happened to them.
"We let her go... She tells them what happened... Hmmm... We may have to pay her to shut up about us... more because you broke her finger an covered her with gasoline... What do you think? You wanna try this? It might hurt Roach more than us just @#$%ing up what we can..."
From her position over by the wall she watched the rest of the interaction with one eyebrow arched. Was it just her, or had he almost dropped character there for a moment?
Brushing that thought aside, she pushed away from the wall once their captive had been knocked out, waving one hand lazily with a silent command for her kids to scram. The spiders hightailed it out of the room as fast as their little spindly legs can carry them, while she meandered over to stand in front of the knocked out woman.
"James @#$%ing Howard, Bailiff. That meant that dude Jacobi filled with holes? That was little Donnie Howard. You know what that means?"
She simply stared at him mutely. Was it worth mentioning that she already knew James Howard had been connected in all this? "Wasn't aware he'd found anyone willing to spawn his awful genes." She reflected back to the very dead son, and frowned slightly. He probably would have been more trouble than he was worth in information, if he was some kind of cherished son.
She listened as he explained his plan, chuckling slightly when he cautioned that she wouldn't be able to kill the woman. Overall, it was a good plan. Sending one organization after another, and they would still be able to attack Roach from the sides.
"Sure, it sounds like a solid plan. But... there is an issue." Folding her arms across her chest, she leveled a dull gaze on him. "We need to have a concrete way to ensure that she gets to Howard alive. Roach for sure already knows what happened tonight, and if he doesn't know that we have this woman yet, he soon will."
She shifted slightly on her feet, "I'm betting that he wants her dead already... and if he's denied her death, he will probably try and find someway to spin this so that I am the one who killed James' son." There were also a few other scenarios she could imagine, but they felt less likely.
"Roach is on unstable footing as it is, so he will either cling to all he has left... or... try to take everyone down with him." Fishing out another of the small darts and her smaller air gun, she turned and shot the unconscious woman in the thigh. Didn't want her waking up and getting any smart ideas, after all.
She headed out of the theatrical room toward the small kitchen. "If we go with this plan we need to make sure she's dropped off virtually on their doorstep, and that Roach doesn't have a chance to find her before James Howard can her the story."
One short trip to the fridge later and she had a small bottle of scotch in hand, which she lazily sipped off of while collecting her thoughts. She didn't bother offering him any, either.
"What if she get's dropped off at a hospital, and an anonymous note makes it's way to James? If we choose an obscure enough place the chances that Roach will find her before James is low."
She wasn't terribly worried about the whole 'pay her for her silence' thing. If Megan cared at this point she'd have tried to cover up her face in some fashion. " I wouldn't bother with hush money. I'm rather hard to find if I don't want to be."
She sipped from her bottle again after a pause, "... And stop calling me Bailiff."
Megan exposed her plan He listened, but had his own ideas. Before they got to that, though, she told him to stop calling her Bailiff.
"Oh, eh... Sorry. Force of habit or somethin." He quickly snapped back to the topic at hand.
"Sure, it would be difficult to ensure her safety... Unless we take her right to her boss... Voluntarily." That was where things got complicated.
"We didn't make a good first impression, but if we could get her on our side, we could have her spin it in our favor. That's why I'm saying... Money, or maybe something else she needs. We wake her up, we talk to her. We see if we can get her to side with us, and that makes all of this easy as pie."
He gave her a look like. 'well, what do you think?' as he turned to look to her knocked out form. "You may have to apologise for breaking her finger."
The look she was giving him as he explained could have been described as disenchanted. She waited for him to finish though, all the while fiddling with her bottle of scotch. When he finished, she sighed slightly.
"First off, I don't apologize. To anyone." She shifted slightly so she was leaning more on the counter. "Second, I'm not wasting any of my funds on trying to bribe some pawn to play our game. I've got more important things to spend it on."
Rolling her tongue over her front teeth for a moment, she considered his plan again now that she had cleared the air of a few things.
"I don't particularly like the idea of dropping her off right at her bosses doorstep, considering how close that puts me to a new potential enemy... but if we have to play it that way, fine."
"I propose that instead of trying to buy her off, or sweet talk her into seeing things our way, we don't give her a choice." Lifting two fingers, she tapped herself on one ear gently as she continued on. "I will send along a special scout with her, inside one ear. She will be aware of this. Should she choose to pin the blame of his son's death on us, my spider will bite her."
She sipped from her bottle, eyes shifted toward the room that held their captive. "I don't think they would be able to get antivenom to her quick enough to stop the neurotoxin from killing her."
"One problem we will have no matter what we do, is that in order for me to spy on this conversation, I will need to be within roughly three miles of them. And if i'm seeing what they see, that leaves me pretty vulnerable."
"What are you twelve? This ain't a @#%^in Playground, Ba... Megan."
He listened to her alteration to the plan, and nodded a bit. "Okay... Okay, I can work with that... We stay close. Three miles is plenty, and if anyone tries to mess with you while you're vulnerable, well... You got me."
He looked through he door again at their passed out captive. "She doesn't seem like the type who's willing to risk them getting the anti venom to her on time. How long can a spider stay alive in there. So we put it in... We wake her up. We let her know what's up, and we take her there."
He scratched his five o clock shadow, and then turned back. "Once we do this... All bets are off. I can only see this escalating things. You ready to take that step? You ready to make this a way?"
"It's one of my rules. Deal with it." The comment was timed with a slightly lopsided smirk, and her standing up a little straighter.
She nodded in agreement at the rest, pleasedwith it. "One amendment: We don't put it in until after she wakes up. She needs to see it. Feel it. Otherwise she might not believe it's in there at all." She would create a special arachnid for the job, which would take a bit. With a sigh she rolled her shoulders and got ready for the process.
"If I create a spider small enough to fit inside her ear, with enough Venom to kill her should she break the rules we give her, it will live for at least a month." It could possibly live longer, but she wasn't about to hedge her bets on that.
"Depending on how this goes, if she needs to die by the end of it all I need is to give an order, or leave that three mile radius."
When he cautioned her on the possibility of things escalating, she couldn't help but laugh. It sounded strange to her... she hadn't laughed in a while. Her expression shifted suddenly to ones that was a little more normal on her face. Mirth, mixed with a little bit of sarcasm.
"See.. I knew visiting you in that hospital was a bad idea." She shifted slightly, dropping her chin into a palm. "The moment I contacted you then, there was no going back. Roach is looking for me even now. It's only a matter of time before I run into him."
She zoned out a little bit, checking in with a few scouts littered outside and around the apartments. She hadn't found any roaches so far, and thus still felt safe enough to remain for a bit longer.
"I came to terms with this path a long time ago... but I think you should ask yourself that same question." Focus returned to her eyes and she zeroed in on him.
"Are you ready to put everything you hold dear on the line for this? Are you ready for War?"
Saphirus folded his arms and rolled his eyes as she stood firm on the childish 'no apologies' policy. "What if you bump into an old lady on accident, knock her over, make her drop her cane. You don't say sorry?"
She proposed putting the spider in her ear when she was awake. He nodded a bit, and made an approving gesture. "I'm fine with that. It'll make her know what we are clear. We can't let her know your range, though.
He stared blankly at her when she responded to his asking if she was ready with a laugh. She went on to say, ultimately, that she was ready. And then she questioned his resolve as well.
"Are you ready to put everything you hold dear on the line for this? Are you ready for War?"
"I didn't choose this. He did. He came after Shelby. He went after me to get to her." It was a bit stereotypical, but he couldn't help but crack his knuckles when he said this. "I'm just wondering if he's ready. You know it... He probably doesn't know it yet... But he made a mistake. He @#$%ed up. You wanna know if I'm ready? @#$^, I can't wait to get started."
The smirk widened slightly. "Granny needs to watch where she's going then, doesn't she?" Screwing the top back on her useless alcohol, she shifted it to the side and directed a bored expression across the room. "The day I apologize for anything is the day I die."
On the other subject, she waved a hand dismissively. "Nobody knows the specifics of my power 'cept for you and me." Roach probably knew some, but not all of the details.... but she honestly wasn't too worried about that.
She listened silently to him as he confirmed his resolve, all the while letting a feral grin crawl onto her face. By the time he finished she had both elbows propped up on the counter, and was cradling her chin in her palms.
"Great. Let's get this party started then."
---
Thirty minutes later the mercenary was starting to come around again. Blurred vision and a terrible sense of grogginess hit her first, before she noticed that she wasn't alone. Someone was sitting in the chair before her, and there was a strange, toneless humming coming from off to her left.
"Morning, sleeping Beauty."
The woman seemed to snap out of it a little more after that, and tested the cuffs still securing her to the chair. Then, she leveled a glare at the occupant of the other chair.
He was to be the pitch man, here. They'd chatted about particulars, and gotten a rough run of this conversation, and how it was going to go, down early on. Then they'd waited for her to wake up.
He sat in the chair, mask still obscuring his face. He watched her eyes focus in the dark room and then sat still as she came to, and pulled on her chains, fixing a glare his way.
"Hey, now... I wouldn't look at me that way if I were you. I just saved your life, after all." She looked a little confused, and turning her head to look at Megan, and then back to him.
"You heard me right. You ain't dying today... You know... If you play your cards right."
"Cut the @#$%...What do yew want, en? @$#%in yank." He shook his head.
"Here I was thinkin we were gonna be friends. Anyway, here's what you're gonna do. You're gonna go back to your boss. You're gonna tell him that the deal went bad. Then you're gonna tell him that Roaches man shot up his son in cold blood."
"You're mad. Woi wud I do tha't?"
"I was kinda thinking my award winnin personality would win ya over... No? Well, you'll die a slow, painful death if you don't. So... That's a thing." He motioned over to Megan to do her thing.
As they had expected, the woman was resistant. From behind, while Saph spoke, Megan's smile split into a grin. As soon as Saph signaled her to step in, one hand curled in the woman's hair, forcefully tilting her head back.
"Hi, I'm your worst nightmare. Nice to meet you!" Her eyes caught the light of the room just right, nearly glowing as she smiled down into the woman's face. It helped that her fangs had fully grown in as well. She wriggled them slightly for effect. It was obvious she was having fun with her role. She raised her other hand into view and turned her own eyes toward it, where her newest pet sat. "This little girl? She's that slow, painful death that was mentioned."
... Perhaps a bit more fun than was really needed.
"Have you ever had water stuck in your ear? Annoying, isn't it? Or, how about a damaged ear drum? Those really suck." On her upturned palm sat a dime sized spider. It didn't look all that threatening at first, until one realized that its fangs were a lot longer than normal, and it's head was slightly enlarged. Tiny, beady blue eyes stared blankly at the woman as Megan drew it in for a closer look.
"I can't imagine anything worse than that... 'cept for maybe something alive being stuck in there... Something capable of killing you in the most agonizing way possible." With an iron grip in the fire mutants hair, she forced her to tilt her head to the side and brought the spider in her palm to the woman's ear. Little Miss Rebellion fought her, as much as she could considering her current circumstances, and even uttered some very colorful phrases. Megan might have blushed, has she not been concentrating on urging her little spider into the gal's ear canal.
"...Ah! There we go. She's all cuddled up inside now. Can you feel her? Does it tickle?"
She released the woman all at once, allowing her to devolve in to cussing and shaking her head vigorously in an attempt to get it out. With a pleased expression on her face, she clasped her hands behind her back and headed around to stand behind Saph.
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Saph thanked his covered face for hiding the slight look of discomfort on his face at both what was going on, and the delight that Megan was getting from it. It wasn't like he expected anything else from her... but... He knew a version of her once that would have the same look on her face as he did now.
He shook it off. Her work was done.
"Well... You don't really have much of a choice now, do you? We'll hear everything you hear. See what you see. Our friend here will make sure of that... So don't try anything, got it? Telling your boss the truth isn't worth a painful death."
The woman stared at him for a while, and then nodded sullenly. He stared at her a moment longer, and then turned to nod once at Megan. "...@#$% monsters, you. Worse than who yore hunting."
"...@#$% monsters, you. Worse than who yore hunting."
Megan simply gave Saph a sidelong glance as he responded. Yeah, they couldn't be compared to Roach.
... At least not yet.
Once she had agreed, Megan dropped the act. She didn't need to be outwardly scary anymore.
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One trip downtown later they had dropped off their pawn virtually on the doorsteps of James Howard's estate, then retreated back about a mile to monitor the situation.
Seated in the car still, Megan made herself comfortable and let herself zone out.
She'd not only left the spider in the woman's ear, but sent a few in to monitor the situation from different angles. As she joined with one of her spiders, the mercenary had just been brought in and sat down in a chair. It looked like an office... and someone was seated at a large oak desk.
"Looks like it's about to begin."
From a dark corner within the room, one of her jumpers peered over the lip of a lampshade as a conversation started.
"...So, Napalm... tell me why I shouldn't have you shot like a dog right now, for failing to protect my son."
The man was dressed from head to toe in black. Black socks, black slacks and jacket, black tie, and a black collar poking out underneath. Black curtains had been drawn over the windows to the room, and vases full of large while lily's decorated any bare surface.
"...He's questioning why she failed her job... why... he shouldn't have her killed onthe spot."
These definitely seemed like the kinds of people Roach would normally deal with. Even all of James' men were dressed in black. The only other woman in the room wore a black, rimmed hat with a dark veil over her face.
Megan had the spider in the mercenary's ear wriggle a little, lest she forget it was there.
Mary Segeland was not a happy camper. She was currently in a room full of people who'd entrusted the safety of their idiot family member to her, and he was now very dead. Worse, they were all mutants. Angry, dangerous mutants... sort of like her, but there was a room full of them, and they were all dressed in sheer black.
She was going to have to work some real magic if she wanted to survive this. Lucky for her, she was a pretty great bull@#$%ter.
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Saph shifted uncomfortably in the car, It was tiny. He wasn't sure where people got off making cars like this, but he felt like the steering wheel was trying to jab him in the chest. He looked over to Megan, who looked like she was pretty comfortable. How did she do that? Did she not understand reason?
At least the pyromancer was gone. The drive here had really been a trip.
"You keeping an eye out for any of Roach's men, too? He's bound to be watching this place."
As if on cue, one of the spiders she was using to spy suddenly disappeared. Another was struggling with something as well. A glance into its eyes would reveal seven cockroaches surrounding and jabbing at it.
One corner of her mouth turned down as she pursed her lips, but she didn't look at him. Her eyes were fixed straight ahead, sightless as if her were blind.
"...Yes... but I can only be in one place... at one time."
She'd set up a small network of spiders to act as a safety net of sorts, though. Even though she could only visually be in one place at one time, she could still hear what her other spiders were saying.
When one completely vanished, she disengaged from the mercenary swiftly, switching to another that seemed to be struggling with something.
"... He knows." She ordered that particular spider to flee. Jumping spiders were capable of leaping pretty far, so it wasn't hard for her to escape the small horde of cockroaches. Unfortunately, she was forced to send it fleeing in the opposite direction, not wanting to draw attention back to her location.
She snapped back to herself a moment later, before turning in her seat and casting a wary look around. The spiders within their direct radius hadn't encountered anything as of yet, but that didn't make the situation any less dangerous.
"His bugs are going after some of my spiders already. The outskirts of our bubble." Specifically, those closest to the Howard building... Was he trying to take out her scouts?
Muttering something about how much of a @#$%& Roach is, Megan shifted back to the spider within the room. The conversation had escalated a bit, but it seemed as if their unwilling mercenary was doing an okay job at defending both herself and the situation. Given that most of her story was made up, she made sure to stress that when they had moved to purchase the weapons Howard Jr had tried to haggle with the seller, and that Jacobi had gotten offended by the action. This had resulted in a scuffle between both sides, which had ended with Jacobi shooting Donnie multiple times, and then attempting to take cover from the resulting backlash within his van. When it had become apparent that his side was loosing, he had chosen to try and take the lot of them out with him by self destructing himself.
Megan heard bits and pieces of it, sharing a few of the more important ones with Saph.
A few more of her sentries disconnected from her, and she reluctantly pulled back into herself. "Gotta hand it to her. She'd pretty good at bullsh%$$ing."
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Saphirus grimaced a little bit when Megan let him know that Roach was on to them. It had sounded like it was going well up til then.
"Well @#$%... What does that mean? He on his way?"
He eased up a bit when he heard that things were still going well inside. Still, he was the only lookout for the vehicle. The streets weren't particularly busy. That helped his Sixth Sense keep an eye on what he wasn't looking directly at. His head was still on a swivel, though.
Inside, Howard was pretty well sold, it seemed. He started talk of getting even on the bug, then. His little Donnie had been a shrewd business man. A little bargaining didn't call for starting an arms battle, and of course the cockroach's man had taken the coward's way out in the end.
They would have to take something equally important from the instectile mutant.
The Spiders would report more and more sightings of bugs. Soon, it started to become more than just an observational, or scrimmaging force. They started pouring into the walls of the East side gang's building.