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.
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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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No, but the world would get a whole lot more annoying. Aiden wasn't the sort to say that aloud, however, so he settled for a weak glare. His sunglasses got to save the day once again by hiding just how weak the glare was. Most people didn't usually bother talking to him long enough for him to run out of arguments like this. What was he supposed to do now? He was trying, but he really couldn't think of anything. Well, the teachers might divulge some secret useful information or something, but that probably wouldn't fly with Persi. If anything, it would most likely just make Aiden look like some stuck-up goody two-shoes. He wasn't. He just didn't like breaking rules.
"Why would you want thirty decimal points? Like any of us are going to get anywhere near any sort of thing that could actually measure something that precisely." Aiden shook his head. "It's not about how many decimal points you have. It's about how well the equation predicts the real world. You can do that with just one or two decimal places, and a lot of times you only consider whole numbers anyway. You can't sell point eight three five seven six two three four five eight zero six eight one four nine three six one two five four or whatever paintings," Aiden said matter-of-factly, rattling off a series of completely random numbers as they occurred to him. "Besides, no matter how many decimal points you have, it's still an estimation. Calculus likes perfectly accurate things, like eight pi to the power of three times log fifty three." Okay, he should probably stop with the number-spewing. Before Persi had a fit and broke Ai's face or something. Actually, Persi was probably too jumpy and nervous to actually do that, but still. Risk management.
"I hope they chose small trees," Aiden eventually replied after a dumbfounded silence. "Although it might be kind of nice to have trees inside." He peered up at his roommate. "You could go climb them even in nasty weather."
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"Yeah, that's why I don't bother with calculous." And... after that point, Persi found his brain steadily shutting off as Aiden recited numbers. Or, if not shutting off, at least cringing away in stunned horror. His voice sounded as dazed by the numbers as his brain felt. "You probably could, actually, with the internet." Not that that helped Persi's point, any. Or maybe it did. He really wasn't sure anymore. "And yeah. That. Pi and logs and stuff. Don't work for me. Why are all the numbers things, anyway?"
Persi shrugged. "Hopefully. Probably by accident, though. I'm not sure I trust whoever decided to plant trees in an elementary school, but maybe they told wherever they bought them from what they were doing with them, and they could've picked small ones." Whoever grew and sold the trees, hopefully, had a little more respect for them. And a little more sanity.
And Persi could climb trees if they were inside. He could also climb trees if they were outside, which was after all what he'd been planning to do for a while. And Aiden was right there were climbable trees around. He picked one, made his way over, and began climbing. "I might fall onto cement, though. That would be a problem."
Posted by Aiden Killian on May 23, 2013 21:41:07 GMT -6
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"But calculus doesn't use decimals." This wasn't working. Even Aiden could see that. He didn't really know what part in particular was tripping Persi up, though, so he could hardly fix it. "What was the point of all this, again?" He rubbed his forehead, only to knock hair into his face and have to shove it back out of the way. Hair in the face or misidentification. What a wonderful choice. "How would you actually give up possession of part of a painting or whatever anyway? Sell timeshares, and pass it off to each part-owner for however long, then haul it to the next one? That'd probably break it pretty quick. And numbers are things when I feel like calling them things," he added sharply.
"Definitely by accident. These are school-people, after all. There's only so much intelligence they can scrape up in a year, and then they have to make sure no one ever finds it." Of course, he was kind of going off the assumption that, since the teachers and general school staff were theoretically human and not badly programmed robots with flawed personality programs, they did indeed have some level of intelligence. It was entirely possible that this was a flawed assumption, but if he couldn't believe that teachers were human, how was he supposed to believe mutants were? Anyway, one of the teachers at his previous school lived a few corners away from his parents, and was just as normal as anyone else living in that area.
And now Persi was actually climbing a tree. Aiden sighed and leaned back against his. "You can't plant trees in cement. They'd have to have dirt around them for the roots. Besides, think about how safety-minded they are. I had a teacher tell someone in my class not to run with scissors last year. Like they'd plant climbable trees and not have something planned for idiots falling out of them." He looked at his roommate pointedly, but with one of them wearing sunglasses and the other climbing a tree, its probability of effectives was even lower than, well, the probability that Aiden was going to be able to explain the usefulness of calculus to Persi.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 23, 2013 21:59:16 GMT -6
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"That I'm not going to class." Admittedly, the point had gotten kind of buried. "And I meant like, pi and log and things. Why name a number after pie or logs?"
He waited until he was comfortably sitting on the first branch of the tree to comment on art. "For art... I dunno. Could sell prints maybe; pay more and you get more colors, or more of a set. Or a digital painting, for every dollar anyone pays more of it's revealed, so fifty people can all pay two dollars to reveal a hundred dollar painting." Which didn't actually seem like a good way to buy, to Persi's mind, but it might be worth trying. People bought odd things sometime.
Persi did indeed miss the look, but did not miss the pointed comment. "Dirt wouldn't necessarily go as far as the branches, especially once it's older. And just because they're obsessed with safety doesn't mean they're smart about it. I got detention last year for having a safety pin, but X-acto knives are totally fine. Even when I told them about the knives they said those were okay, because they're class materials." Which, to be fair, they were, and no one could see them; the safety pin had been on the edge of a pocket, so it was visible. That did not make it any less stupid in Persi's mind. "And my middle school tried making the school safer by banning red clothing once." The parents had actually been intelligent enough to take care of that one. As if sneakers with red stripes were gang signs, really. Who came up with that?
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Perfect time for Aiden's palm to meet his face, though actually going through with the action was a bit too much. It was the thought that mattered. "Log is short for logarithm, and has nothing to do with wood," he said tiredly instead, "And pi is named for a greek letter, not food."
What was going on in that head of his roommate's, anyway? "If you're selling prints, you're selling whole objects that are copies of the original but not the original. Decimals don't come into it." The next idea earned an all-out stare. "And what about the painting only having its proper effect if you can see the whole thing? Besides, think about trying to format something that would hide specific parts of the file, without damaging the file, and do it in such a way that whoever wandered past could just pull the entire, unaltered picture out. It'd be a total nightmare."
Look, Aiden was trying to save some credit for the teachers. They couldn't all be total idiots, even if someone of them clearly were. How was he supposed to argue with Persi, though? Wait! "You can put away the blade on an X-acto knife," he said. "Can't do that with a pin. The pin's always a potential risk, but running into someone with a closed X-acto knife really isn't going to do much to them. Maybe give them a bruise, I suppose."
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 23, 2013 22:44:42 GMT -6
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Persi shrugged, though that may not have been visible since he was also reaching for the next branch at the time. "Could figure out how much you want for all of them, though, and divide it. And--" he had to pause as he scrambled to the next branch, "--it'd be a bad way to buy art a piece at a time, yeah. Although it could happen, since it's online, people could always come back when other people had bought the rest of it so they could see the whole thing. But people will buy some really stupid things, so it might be worth trying." Perhaps not worth it for Persi to try, he despaired over humanity enough. But someone could probably try it.
"The idea was that people could use the pin to murder someone. Besides, the worst a safety pin can do is prick someone, knife could kill you by accident." Not that he'd heard of one doing that, but they were sharp, and people got cut by them regularly. All that had to happen was for the knife to hit a vein, and the person not to notice. Which... technically was not an extent that Persi had thought of before, but oh well. It was true.
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"That's not going to help you figure out how many you want to make, though," Aiden retorted. "Making more is going to cost more, and after a certain point you won't be making any more money by selling more prints, assuming that you can even sell more and that people aren't just going to get sick of seeing it or figure that it's so common it must not be worth much."
"Could you actually kill someone with a pin?" Aiden asked, suddenly concerned. "A normal pin, not one that's been messed up or modified by anything, and being used on someone who isn't insanely prone to dying from every little thing." His concern warred with curiosity, though, for from a story-making perspective, an interesting method for fighting effectively with pins could be useful. On the other hand, if Persi knew how to kill people with a pin and didn't just make up some random hot air farce of a tale, he was officially dangerous to be near and Aiden was going to strongly request a roommate change. Immediately.
"Other than tripping and falling on it, a knife isn't going to accidentally kill people. Mangle or remove fingers, maybe, if you aren't paying attention while you use it, but otherwise nothing serious is likely to happen. Certainly not anything fatal." The probability of that was most certainly extremely low. Aiden didn't want to think of the specifics - that was how low the probability was - but he knew that it was exceedingly unlikely to happen. "Just about anything and everything is capable of causing death anyway," Aiden said dismissively. "Brain someone with a chair or textbook. Shove animal fur in the face of someone seriously allergic to them. Make someone keep drinking water until they explode or turn to jelly or whatever it was that they turn into."
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 25, 2013 3:30:21 GMT -6
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Persi blinked. Apparently Aiden wasn't that much of an artist, then. That might explain hiding the sketchbook. "Yeah, that's why you don't make many. And decide how many to make based on art, instead of money. Or just don't make it a set run of prints, and make them as people buy them." 'How many prints should I make' wasn't a question Persi ever planned on including money in the answer to. It wouldn't be very artistic.
Persi had kind of meant that comment to point out that you couldn't, but when he thought about it.... "A safety pin? I don't know. I don't think so. I guess if you could like, tackle someone and pin them down you could stab their eye with it, or keep stabbing at veins or something, but if you've got someone pinned like that it seems like there ought to be easier ways to kill them than a safety pin...." He shrugged. "I think they were just being stupid."
"Well a knife's more likely to kill you than a pin, anyway. The pin's got 'safety' right in the name, people cut themselves all the time with X-acto knives though." Persi certainly had cut himself a few times, though it hadn't ever quite needed stitches. "If you drop it, or it slips or something, and it happens to hit a vein. Some people are really stupid about realizing they're hurt. There was one kid in my class that cut herself and used the blood as paint, it was gross." Also kind of admirable, because it was difficult to go farther for art than that without being totally insane, though Persi was fairly sure she'd cut herself accidentally. "And water makes you drunk, actually." How it did that, Persi had no idea, but he distinctly remembered that it did.
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"Making those decisions based on art is why artists are broke and starving all the time," Aiden muttered. "They never pay any attention to making the numbers work out, and then they freak out when the bills show up and they have all of five bucks and a few grand in art supplies."
Okay, Persi wasn't going to be killing Aiden before he had a chance to react, anyway. He could probably fend him off if he came trying to poke enough holes in a vein (never mind that an artery would probably be more effective), and hey, he'd already had one eye totally messed up. Maybe he'd at least end up with a matching set. That would be marginally less horrible than his current setup. "I think we agreed on the stupidity, didn't we?"
A dropped knife rarely had enough force to cause serious damage. Slipping would be worse, because then there would be force behind it. Although if the knife were dropped from a balcony or a roof or ... a tree... then it might be bad. 'Course, anything dropping from a height and hitting someone would be bad.
Aiden was officially very glad not to be in Persi's art class. "Putting it mildly," he said faintly.
"How would drinking water make you drunk? Alcohol dehydrates you. You can't turn water into alcohol. That makes no sense at all." If water could make people drunk, why would the idiots in his school who liked drinking waste their time and money getting alcohol? Water was way easier to get.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 25, 2013 21:42:55 GMT -6
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That was a fair assessment. Persi shrugged. "I know. Still gonna do it. ...Not spend that much on supplies though, I don't do sculpture. Or photography" Or... whatever it was called when people used LEDs and electric currents and whatever other high-tech things they could think of. Persi wasn't sure if a painting made with electricity counted as a painting or not. Either way, he preferred other media, which had the nice benefit of being (relatively) inexpensive.
"Yeah, probably." The stupidity of schools was one thing that most people could agree on, fortunately.
"Oh. She didn't do that in class, the teachers wouldn't have let her. She did it at home and brought the painting in." Persi hadn't realized quite how that sounded until Aiden responded. Of course, whether the clarification helped any was hard to guess.
"Yeah, I dunno. A--um, someone was talking about it once, but I don't remember really well." Persi let his feet kick idly in the air beneath the branch as he thought, and grabbed on when he kicked slightly too hard and started to slip. Oops. "I think it's like... not actually the water, but the amount of water compared to not having something else? And there's less room between getting water-drunk and dying than with alcohol. I think it might be a different process, just similar symptoms or something." That was the best explanation he could think of, anyway.
Posted by Aiden Killian on May 25, 2013 22:04:28 GMT -6
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Well, that was what he got for trying to help people. "Photographers can have a few grand in just their camera, never mind everything else they tend to need." Aiden much preferred the publishing route for art. It was far more consistent, regulated, and managed by educated people who didn't just throw common sense and bill slips to the wind and watch them fly away with crazed delight.
All right, so there were plenty of people in publishing who would quite happily watch their bills fly away with crazed delight. But still.
Aiden paused. Was it worse or better that the crazy chick had done her craziness at home rather than in class? On the one hand, no one had to see her, er, painting with her own blood. On the other... wait. If no one saw her do it, how could they be sure it was her blood without running tests on it? What if she was a psychopathic serial killer or something?
Was he living with someone who had been in the same class as a serial killer?
"Please tell me that the teacher made her get help." And away from people still full-up on blood. Blood paintings were not required. Ever. For any reason. If someone wanted to paint blood, they could use actual paint. Not blood.
Oh, please don't let Persi fall off the branch and crack his skull open. Who knew what would fly out? It would be horrible and he'd have to go get help and he'd probably end up getting a new roommate or have a vegetable for a roommate or something and it would be messy and he'd probably be sick and everything would be really really bad
Oh good, he caught himself. Aiden breathed a sigh of relief. "It's not healthy, at any rate," he replied, a little late and rather distractedly. Did Persi really have to stay up there? What if he slipped again, and didn't catch himself? How was Aiden supposed to leave and go to class now? What if Persi fell out of a tree while he was gone and got really hurt, and then died because no one was around to go get help?
.... the whole idea of having roommates was stupid. Random people got stuck with you and then you ended up responsible for them.
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"Yeah, that's why I don't." Also, the fact that demons and such didn't actually exist to be photographed. ...Well, at least, the mutants that looked similar would be hard to find, and previously had been well beyond forbidden for Persi to interact with. Anyway, he was still better at drawing now.
Persi was, unfortunately, far too busy looking, and being, confused to give Aiden the answer he wanted. "Help for what? She'd already washed it and put a bandaid on days before she brought the painting in, she was fine."
And this branch was getting boring. Which meant time to find another. Getting up the tree, however, would be difficult to do from this side; the branches were high enough that it was possible to reach them, but not easy. If Persi was starting from the ground he'd have jumped to reach them, but starting from a branch... no. So instead he stood up, made his way around to the other side of the tree, and sat back down. "Yeah, probably not."
Hm. And that little 'around to the other side' detail put him facing away from Aiden, which apart from being rude, was slightly awkward. There were multiple ways to fix that. Persi eyed the nearby branches, decided he could get back up, and deliberately slipped back so he was hanging upside down by his knees.
...Stupid shirt. Persi always forgot that. He fought the shirt back up off of his face, determined it wouldn't stay, and settled for leaving it hanging from around his neck and arms. At least it wasn't over his face, though it (and his hair) were probably creating a nicely stupid halo effect from behind him.
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"Mental help," Aiden said beneath his breath. Maybe Persi would benefit from another kind of mental help. Of course, at the rate things were going, Aiden was going to need mental help too. Maybe it would just be best if everyone got help. At the very least, it might filter out the dangerously crazy and the annoyingly stupid, as well as identify those with lesser forms of those most unfortunate conditions.
What was Persi getting up for? Was he going to be sensible and come back down?
... No, what was he thinking? This was Persi, after all. Aiden's second reaction was soon proved correct as Persi worked his way to the other side of the tree.
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Now what? Ai felt very awkward sitting here by himself now. What was he supposed to do? Get up and go to the other side so he could still see Persi's face? Might seem a little creepy to do that, though. It wasn't as if Aiden particularly cared about Persi's face. It was just really awkward and rather rude to be talking to someone from behind them, even if they were the one who had turned around.
Well, at least now he was kind of facing Aiden agai---
"What are you doing?" he exclaimed, stunned. Why would he hang upside down? He must have slipped. It didn't look like he had slipped, but he must have. Why would he do that intentionally? He wouldn't have, would he? And why couldn't he at least keep his shirt o---
Undoubtedly now the brightest thing around, colourwise, Aiden stared at Persi another moment or two with only mild bug-eyedness (fortunately behind his sunglasses) before abruptly looking down to fumble with his backpack, trying to shove everything into it and not look at Persi not look at him not look not let him see how red his face must be because it felt like someone had shoved it into an oven and it was melting off his face with the heat and maybe even hopefully not hear the strangled squeak that had turned into a brief coughing fit from the overall abuse on his systems. Why couldn't Persi just be normal and go awaaaaaay?
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"Um." Persi peered at Aiden from slightly behind the shirt he was still trying to get into a non-annoying position. "Hanging upside down?" That seemed pretty obvious to Persi. What else would he be doing?
Apart from making Aiden panic, apparently. Really, it wasn't that hard to do; people did it all the time as little kids on the monkey bars, why should trees be any different? Apart from being higher, but really, the point was to not fall. Aiden had apparently missed that fact, though, so Persi rolled his eyes and began pulling himself back up onto the branch.
Or, he would have, if the shirt didn't insist on falling over his face every time he let go of it. After a minute or two of that, Persi gave up, snarled at it, and pulled it off, which required some fairly complicated squirming. He wasn't very used to undressing while upside down in trees. He got it off, though, and tossed it at the ground.
With that done, getting back on the branch was a quite simple, if somewhat difficult, process, and Persi was back on it fairly quickly. From there he stepped to the branch below (and a bit behind) it, and considered. Sitting normally in the tree was boring, especially compared to hanging from it, so the ground it was. Persi shifted to make jumping easier.
...And Aiden was still panicking. Weird. "Are you okay?"
Question asked, Persi jumped; the drop to the ground was only twelve or fifteen feet, so he landed with a fairly loud thud and perfectly on his feet. He might have been showing off a tiny bit.
Only then he looked down to check what he'd landed on, and saw the marker still outlining and filling in the (not nearly large or visible enough, even outlined) muscles, and frowned. He'd... forgotten. But he'd remembered, that was the point. He hurried to grab his shirt and put it back on. Didn't need to see that now.
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Side benefit to making himself as busy as possible: he didn't have to see Persi's shirt hit the ground separate from his actual body. A slim benefit, to be sure, but still.
He was almost breathing again when Persi asked if he was okay, and he looked up with perfect timing. Well, perfectly bad timing. He watched Persi drop from the tree, almost in slow motion, and for a moment his face started trying to turn from red to white. Persi had fallen out of the tree? Oh no now he was going to get hurt and Aiden was going to have to deal with it and it was going to be so nasty and oh look a perfect landing. Persi wouldn't have landed like that if he had fallen. There was no way he had reactions like that.
And so Aiden relaxed. He even managed to say, "I'm fine," with only mildly horrendous awkwardness. And then he noticed that Persi's shirt was entirely missing now. He may have also set some kind of record for how fast his head dropped back down. Come on, he could deal with this. So his roommate wasn't wearing a shirt. No biggie. So he had outlined every single muscle for whatever stupid reason he'd given before. That was okay. It was just weird. Just weird.
Nope, not working. Okay, maybe a tiny bit. Or maybe he could breathe again because he'd only got a tiny glimpse of Persi's chest, not a big one. That could be it too. Except he just caught himself peeking sideways at Persi. Nope, internal pep talks were a no-go. That was one thing clarified.