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.
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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...?
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Magic and Mystics
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The Welldrinker Cult
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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.
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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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Turning my World Upside down (Noel/Quin/Drake/Max)
Posted by Grav Bomb on Jun 8, 2017 6:58:29 GMT -6
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Quin gave him a murderous glare. Which when given by a woman with sufficient firearm training was not something to be ignored. She asked him a serious of questions and he looked back over at her from behind the wheel.
"Good questions Quin." He said.
He added a small emphasis on the proper use of her name. It was a small gesture of passivity. Sure irritating a friend was all fun, but Max wasn't an idiot.
"We should be good on law enforcement u less we meet some of the higher ups. Dad is a lawyer, but he didn't mess with beat cops. Richmond is big enough we shouldn't be noticed coming into town and they have enough going in to keep them busy without us." He replied.
The girls exchanged quick explanations of their abilities and Noel offered the support with the law and his family. The familiarity with his parents didn't go unnoticed but Max was way past being uncomfortable about Noel having his memories. At first it had felt like he was being spied on, now instead he tried to look at it like he had simply grown up with an invisible sibling. She had his experiences and knowledge and could relate to how things were at home.
"Having my memories can help you get them to talk. You know them well enough to get them talking and can feel them out-" He agreed before being cut off.
They had left the city and were on the highway as the car blew past them. Normally it would simply be what Max considered bad drivers. This car however flew past with a feverish intensity. The car didn't just pass however it got in front of the SUV and began swerving back and forth in the lane ahead of them. Max felt a surge of tension race through him as a man leaned out of the cars back window wearing a ski mask and began shouting back at them.
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So the other woman in the car was a human lie detector who could help deal with local law enforcement if necessary and had more than a casual knowledge of Max's parents. This situation got weirder by the second. On the bright side, Max seemed to have finally gotten the point that calling her anything but "Quin" was going to be unilaterally unacceptable. The kid would probably slip up from time to time, but this was a start.
The answers Max gave to the questions Quin had asked were all acceptable, and helped ease the knot that had been growing in her stomach at the whole plan. They'd very quickly gone from looking into Max's supposed death to committing a number of crimes that dealt with a dead body. If the town was big enough though, and they were careful, chances were that they could get in and out unnoticed. A small voice in the back of the redheads mind kept pointing out that they should just go through the official channels, but Quin knew that with as shady as the circumstances already were, poking into things officially would just draw the wrong kind of attention.
Max mentioned that Noel had his memories and Quin's eyebrows rose. That would be helpful on more than one level. "You can't send any of those memories my way can you?" she asked curiously, turning slightly in her seat so that she could address the other woman more directly. "Seeing all the situation through his eyes could be helpful." How that would work, if it were even possible, Quin didn't know. Still, it was worth asking.
Detective Archer was still musing over the possibilities when a car revved past them and gunfire rang out. Quin instinctively reached for her gun in her shoulder holster, then realized that she wasn't wearing it, and the gun was in the back of the SUV. WHY did she keep leaving the thing in places that were useless? Her instructors at the department would have been disgusted.
Momentarily, the redhead considered trying to pull the whole bag to the front, her M&P Shield had plastic grips and the idea was theoretically possible. The back seat had headrests and there was someone back there though...flinging an equipment filled bag around someone's head was not ideal. That wasn't going to work.
Unbuckling her seat-belt, Quin simultaneously ducked her head down and climbed onto her knees in her seat, "Trade me! I know how to drive when someone is shooting!" she said. Luckily, the guys in the other car had gone to the storm-trooper school of firearms training. A stray bullet hit the rear-view mirror on Quin's side of the car. Even a broken clock was right twice a day. They needed to get out of there ASAP!
Noel shook her head at Quin's question, only slightly distracted by the way that her lips formed her words. Chapstick? Or were they just naturally that luscious all the time? God, but she was still gorgeous, ballcap and all, though he wished she would let her hair down.
Quin had kept talking. Noel realized that she'd long ago stopped listening.
Really, she didn't mind being shot at. It was so much more familiar feeling than feelings and a hell of a lot better than realizing that Nate was not being honest with himself about his feelings that were living through her. Because this had to be him. It just had to.
Quin took charge doing the swaparoo, for that Noel was grateful.
Noel mostly just flapped her gob as she ran through options, of which she and Max pretty much had none as far as weapons went. At least, Noel saw none in the cab and she knew Max hadn't been learning about how to shoot from dear old Dad.
The memorymancer pulled the bags of greasy burgers up from the floor of the car and plopped herself down into the floorboards, assuming but not even sure that was any better than being on the seats.
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Being shot at is not as fun as it looked in the movies. There was no satisfying popping noise as the gun fire. There was only a flash of light and the sudden destruction of the passengers side mirror. He knew he should be focused on survival but his initial thought was more along the lines of "Well there goes my deposit."
His adrenaline pulsed through him like fire as he swerved a bit to avoid another spray of fire. Quin shouted for him to trade seats and given the circumstances he couldn't argue with the logic. He hammered the pedal to accelerate and clicked on the cruise control to maintain speed. His hand still full of hamburger flew down under the seat and he dropped the food as he punched the lever and the seat shifted back as far as it would go. It would be crowded enough and he didn't want to cramp Quin.
He pulled his legs up to mirror Quin and slid across the middle console to the passengers seat. The SUV gave an unhealthy little bump without someone behind the wheel and he slid off the console and into the passengers seat. His head smacked into the window.
He had just enough time to notice a flashing LED. It had words flashing in bright red.
"Bridge construction ahead. Use detour."
A flash of insanity ran through Max's mind as he came up with an idea.
"I need you to get ahead of them! Pour in as much speed as you can! Head for the bridge construction, skip the detour!" He called.
He looked back to see Noel in the floor of the car. Smart move. He looked ahead and saw something looming on the horizon. The bridge. Max placed his palms on the dashboard and started taking calming deep breaths to focus. This was going to suck, hard.
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Well. Things had certainly gotten interesting quickly. Quin watched as Max got things settled, glad that he had thought to turn on the cruise control before leaving his seat.
The next few moments were filled with no small amount of awkward body shifting and bumps as the cars momentum carried it forward with no driver. One particular bump knocked Quin into the roof of the vehicle and the redhead was blinking small stars from her vision as she slid into the seat. Being very nearly 6' tall had its advantages and Quin instantly jammed her foot onto the grass, nodding her head at Max's instructions. He said to head for the bridge, so that's what she was going to do. Surely he had a plan that didn't involve them all dying.
The other car was still shooting, so Quin let her NYPD training take over. Stomping on the gas, pleased at the acceleration that the car had to offer, she veered slightly into the neighboring lane and nudged the back end of their assailants.
The effect was instant. The other car swerved hard to deal with the extra momentum from the nudge and Quin stomped down on the gas again. This time they shot past the bad guys and through the cones that marked the detour.
Hopefully Max really knew what he was doing. Neither of them had had time to put their seat belts back on.
This was trust, Noel supposed. Or maybe she was just resigned to her fate at the bottom of the car.
Their vehicle was peppered with bullets. It made funny little ping and ding sounds which Noel was uniquely positioned to hear considering the fact that she could not see what they were doing or much about the situation going on outside. Quin was trained for stuff like this. Max had good grounding. They'd be okay.
She held firm to that belief when she heard and felt a crunch against the frame of the car and Quin doubled down on the accelerator.
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Quin had not been lying when she proclaimed that she knew defensive driving. She swerved away from the gunfire and Max instinctively shut his eyes for a second as she collided with the car beside them. He open his eyes just in time to see the car pass beside them the driver jerking the wheel fiercely. He was lucky that the passenger couldn't get a good line of sight to fire off a shot at Max.
They barreled through the cones and Max looked ahead of them. Construction equipment and various building materials lay on the sides of the two lane bridge. About halfway across Max saw the wooden barricade set up with flashing lights on it. Beyond that there was only a large and empty gap probably the length of half a football field. On the other side of that was a matching half of bridge under construction. Max's stomach rolled. He look in the rear view mirror and saw the car barreling along behind them. He had no choice.
His hands still placed firmly on the dash Max focused his will and began to breath slow steady breaths. Normally he could use his power instantly, throw out a field of augmented gravity around himself or other things. He'd even been fast enough to throw power over someone in the time of contact during a punch.
However, the SUV was massive. At the time of renting it he had thought the bulk would be nice. Now however he let out a small swear at his past self.
He tensed his muscles and pushed out with his power. He felt it spread over the vehicle. An invisible film of gravity spread from the front of the hood around the tank of an automobile. He pushed harder and it spread over the front. It was as the field reached the middle of the storage compartment that Max felt his power strain and pressure build. He felt like his whole body was a rubber band being pulled to its limit.
"Pour on the speed. I need all the momentum I can get." He said with a struggled breath.
They were barreling towards the barricade at a speed that would be lethal to impact, but for what he wanted to do he needed more speed. He could lift the car, but if they didn't have the forward push they'd never make it to the other side.
First however he needed to get his power over the car. He let out a cry of pain and found himself shouting with effort. Every muscle tensed in his body and slowly the field of power snapped around the last part of the SUV. He nullified gravity as they reached the barricade and the tires floated off the road. The front bumper of the car smashed through the top light on the barricade and they flew out over the void beyond.
He held his breath, fighting to keep his power over the car. He could feel force building up against him, like the gravity he was defying was bleeding through and trying to smash him. The SUV apparently had the force required because after a moment that felt like an eternity he saw the barricade of the opposite side fly underneath them.
Something popped inside Max's gut and he released his power. More accurately his power seemed to snap apart and he felt an unproportinal force blast through his body. Stars formed in his vision and he almost passed out. The SUV fell three feet and the tires smacked onto the road with a loud thump. Max's head snapped back from the impact and his forehead smacked the dash, adding yet another pain to the mix.
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It had been easier for Quin to convince herself tha she wasn't driving them all to their deaths when she hadn't been able to see the edge of the bridge. Some small part of her had even been hoping that the construction that was happening was just resurfacing, or something that would have left the basic structure and surface of the bridge in tact.
No such luck.
Quin knew what Max could do, but an SUV seemed awful big. Her own powers could affect things this size, but the physical toll would have been obscene...and the process slow. Desperate times though...desperate times. Max asked for more speed and even though Quin had her foot slammed against the gas, she pushed the pedal harder against the floorboards in the hope that more speed would squeeze out of the V8 under the hood of the vehicle. They were going over 90 now, and hopefully that would be enough because the barrier was right in front of them.
Was.
Wishing she'd at least thought to look at the horoscopes for their trip, even not doing some start chart calculations to see if she was going to die, Quin felt the car go airborne.
Why had they picked this bridge? Why was there so much space between the two sides? Which congressman would Quin need to write if they made it home to propose that bridges only be worked on in 5-10ft intervals in case people being chased by gun weilding assassans needed to jump the gap.
She finished her train of thought just as the car dropped the final three feet and all four tires somehow managed to hit the ground. Quin still didn't have her seatbelt on, so for the second time, the resulting bump caused her to smack her head against the roof of the car.
This time she was driving.
It was a minor struggle to keep the car under control with stars floating in her eyes, but Quin managed. Luckily the zero gravity float had stolen most of the momentum and it was little to no trouble to smash the breaks and bring the car to a stop for a moment.
Max didn't look good.
"You can try to explain who the hell that was in a minute. We need to keep moving, is everyone alive and well enough to travel?" she said urgently. They needed to get somewhere out of the way before the bad guys caught up.
From where Noel lay, she could see Max straining. Whatever magic was happening, (had she heard the word barricade?) was because of this man. He'd gotten them into this. But, by God, he was going to get them through it too. Her respect grew in those airborne moments. His heart was in the right place.
His head, however, was not. It bumped up into the ceiling at once point. Noel bonked the back of hers against the carpeted floorboards and had much better control of herself. Max also slammed forward into the dash when they touched down. The worst that Noel had done was slide into the back of Quin's seat.
"Go, Archer. You've got this." It was Noel's habit to call people by their last name when she needed the emotional distance. She hadn't thought about the fact that no one had said it to her. She just happened to already know it. Noel was more focused on sounding and staying calm. She also was working on gathering up all the napkins from the burger bag and righting a spilled soda. It looked like one of those was a water so Noel grabbed the cup, stuffed it between her knees so she could dip napkins into it, and went to see what she could do for Max.
"Max." She leaned around to get the seat belt loose for him and tried her best to guide it around. They needed those. Noel could get to Archer's later. She didn't dare distract the driver right now.
"I've got napkins. I've got water." That was about as far as her first aid training went. Go get those two things. She shoved a wad of napkin into his hands.
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Max leaned his head against the headrest of the passengers seat with his eyes shut. He heard Noel and Quin talking but they sounded wrong. When had they entered a tunnel? And why was he at one end and they were so far away. His head pounded furiously and his muscles twitched every few seconds. He felt like he'd just run a marathon while bench pressing a cow the whole way. He heard his name and felt a familiar weight press on him followed by the clicking of a seat belt.
He opened his eyes. The sunlight made them hurt. Head injuries were a pain like that. He felt something wet press into his hand and looked over to see Noel.
"I've got napkins. I've got water."
He pressed the napkin to his head. It was tender and pain seared through the spot for a moment before the cool water began to calm it. He gave Noel a thumbs up.
"I am largest amount." He said drunkenly.
Okay maybe he was still a little loopy. He reached down and pulled on the belt of his fanny pack, twisting it so it rested on his left hip. He fumbled for the zipper and after the third failed attempt simply began tapping it.
"Asprin." He mumbled hoping she would get the cue.
He reached experimentally for his power, and in response a wave of nausea ran through him. He would have to take it easy for a bit. He leaned back further in his chair fighting the desire to sleep. He knew sleep was bad after a head injury.
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Well.
The good news was that all of them were still alive.
The bad news was that the SUV was a bit worse for wear and the lack of seat belts and bouncing all over the car had resulted in some bumps and bruises for Quin and something potentially more serious for Max...well, that and the fact that he'd just flown a large SUV over a river.
That sort of stuff does things to a person.
Quin could remember testing her own limits and the resulting, "power hangover" she'd experienced a few times. Heck, the Partner Who Would Not be named used to puke when he'd tried to do too much...which was always.
Max was struggling to put words together, trying to get into his fanny pack, and Noel was working to get him properly strapped into the passenger seat. It was a good idea, Quin kept her eyes on the road, but took a second to get her own seat belt buckled. The motto for this trip was going to have to be, 'better safe than sorry.'
As soon as possible, Quin veered back onto the highway, hoping that there hadn't been any cops or highway patrol around to see their little altercation. Sure there was traffic, but anyone could have missed the bullet fire and ET-like shenanigans.
The other car was nowhere to be seen.
"Save the nap for later kiddo." Quin said stoically. "If those guys don't show back up within like ten minutes, we'll take a pit stop at a gas station. We need to check and make sure the car is still good to go."
Hopefully they wouldn't show back up. What the heck was Max into?
Noel was hands off just watching his movements and wracking her brain for what to do. She broke people. She didn't put them back together.
> "I am largest amount."
It took her longer than it should have to parse that one. "You must have hit your head bad if you're talking like me." Noel rolled her eyes, but it was the amused kind of annoyance. She was covering for her concern and affirming that she'd made the connection. She really hoped he'd be alright because the way he flapped at his fanny pack was not normal.
Fanny packs in general weren't normal, but this was extra super above and beyond.
> "Asprin."
"Oh. Of course!" Such a boyscout. So prepared. Noel fished around until she got the pills, took a brief moment to consider if they were actually aspirin and not something illicit, and then helped those pills into his mouth.
> "Nap."
"No nap!" She snapped at him and Archer agreed. Bless her beautiful police academy days for that little stunt. Noel could kiss her for landing them on all four wheels.
"No nap!" Noel threatened again before craning her neck around and doing her best to see out of the tinted windows. "Except for the bullets, I don't suppose they left us anything to go off of, huh?" There was exactly zilch Noel could get from a bullet. But she had seen all that crap Max packed in the seat stowaway cavity while she was laying on the baseboards.
"I mean, besides the blow under the seats. I suppose that might be f some interest to someone." It could have been something else... flour... or... something... Noel wasn't really well versed in drug culture.
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He swallowed down the Asprin and leaned forward willing the world to stop spinning. Quin insisted he not nap, and Noel joined in. Somewhere in his head Max knew they were right but he longed for sleep in a primal and furious way. He had over done it, and he hadn't slept the night before. He was tired, tired and sore all over.
Quin formed a plan to stop on a few minutes once they were sure they weren't being pursued. It was a good plan and given the fact that Max didn't have a better alternative he silently agreed. The women discussed the attack as Max rested.
"I mean, besides the blow under the seats
"Haha. Very funny." Max said opening his eyes and looking at Noel.
Her face had no humor in it.
He reached under the seat, fighting a wave of nausea as he did and felt his hand grip something plastic. There was the tearing sound of duct tape and he pulled out a bag of what looked like sugar. Horror and surprise ran through him. He turned to Quin and dropped the bag I'm the floor boards.
"It's not mine. I don't know how..." He began in terror.
Then the memory hit him like a wave.
The rental place had been on a sketchy part of town. Max had been the only customer when he arrived. The lot had been filled with almost identical looking SUVS.
The guy behind the counter had helped him and then placed keys on the counter. It was then that a group of for lack of a better turn gangsters had walked in and talked to the guy. They had provided no information as Max had and a second set of keys were placed beside the first. The counter worker had told Max he was good to go and taken the thugs into the back.
Max had grabbed his keys, we'll he thought they were his and gone out to see what SUV they unlocked.
Crap.
He filled Noel and Quin in on the details in his groggy state.
"I had a coupon. I didn't know it was a cover for a drug op." He said desperatly.
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As Noel was doctoring, Quin kept driving, eyes constantly on the rear view mirror, watching for the other SUV.
It didn't appear.
They probably thought that they'd gone off the bridge and were slowly sinking into the river. That was a bad line of thought, because if it hadn't been for Max's bout of mutant bad-assedry, that's exactly where they'd have ended up. Suddenly it was hotter in the SUV.
Max seemed to be doing a better job staying conscious and that was a good thing. There were only so many things that could go wrong in the first hour of what was already gearing up to be a hell of a road trip. Conversation was happening, Quin was half-paying attention as she watched the highway signs for a place to get off and reassess exactly what was going on.
"I mean besides the blow under the seats..."
Quin almost hit the brakes, which would have been a bad call in the middle of an interstate.
Why was there cocaine in the car? The kid leaned foward and in a moment produced a wrapped package of...yep, cocaine.
Eyes slightly wide, Quin listened as Max spoke and instantly felt bad about the assumption she'd made regarding the guys in the SUV and their motives. She'd seen it before, legitimate businesses that did a little work on the side. There was no way he could have known.
Quin had to laugh. There was literally nothing else to do in this situation. They were all alive and not too terribly out of sorts.
"It's alright. At least we know why they were after us. You're not the first person to end up in a situation like this...I'll bet they got a bit more than they bargained for though."
Quin nodded to the package on the floor.
"Try not to touch it too much. The last thing you need is your fingerprints showing up on drugs. We'll figure out what to do with that when we stop. I just saw a sign for a truck stop up ahead. It'll be as good place as any to sort all of this out."
(Do we actually want to RP out stopping? It might not be necessary.)
Noel grabbed a wad of McGreasy napkins and used those to grab the package. "I'll tell you their names and home addresses, just let me grab something to write with." Provided they hadn't worn gloves or something, yeah. She could do that.
Noel set the package down as Archer pulled off the interstate and the memorymancer crawled over the back of the seat and into the trunk, only returning after she'd fished a pad of paper and a marker out of her bag.
"Not sure what to do with Max. Maybe look it up on your phone?" Archer could play nurse. Noel wanted to see who their pursuers had been.
A quick lick turned into Noel resting the package in her mouth for a few moments of closed eyes and meditation. She pulled the paper close and wrote, by the end she had a short list: names and addresses, just as advertised.
"There's a mail drop off over there." Noel noticed the blueish box. She scribbled a quick note at the top of the list 'If lost, please return to...' and then stuffed the paper underneath the flap of plastic where it was taped together. "I'll drop it in so it's someone else's problem and we'll be good to go. You okay to drive, Archer?"