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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Allison had been hit by unnatural, mutation-caused gale-like forces before. They had not, however, been this strong, nor had she been as unprepared; she'd known that attacking Zephyr either worked or didn't, and if it didn't, then you were done, so she hadn't wasted thought or energy on preparing. That probably wasn't a wise decision, as the broken shoulder, wrist, and fingers indicated. The fractured skull and ribs added to the argument, as did the various cuts and bruises. Since she was unconscious, that made no particular difference, though; she wasn't particularly aware of the argument.
She was also unaware of the damage the fetus had sustained. At roughly five months old, it didn't have anything resembling a mind yet, but then life had desperately survived for millennia before minds existed. Normally, that wouldn't have mattered; fetuses aren't particularly resilient, nor do falling TVs really care what's in their way.
This was Sanctuary, though. Nothing is normal in Sanctuary. The fetus didn't die, and in fact, in a few minutes was perfectly healed. Not unchanged, but the changes were unnoticeable, apart from a wave of pain that Allison wasn't conscious to notice.
Holding his injured arm out to one side Zephyr’s cobalt gaze remained fixed on Allison’s unmoving form as his other hand reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew a small grey cylinder roughly the size of an old film roll. He’d thrown her into a wall yes, but with mutants that didn’t necessarily mean anything; he could have thrown Duskmoor through several walls and he doubted it would have done more than piss her off.
Speaking of the soubrette, Zephyr found himself frowning as he watched her dart over to Allison, hastily lifting the wreckage of the TV off the redhead before hesitating, apparently uncertain of whether the other girl could be moved or not. For himself, the elemental found he really couldn’t care less; she wasn’t dead and judging from the lack of blood and steadying breathing she wasn’t going to any time soon.
"What the hell just happened?"
He didn’t reply, merely let the gamines careless accusation hang in the air as he took a single pill from the cylinder in his hand and kept his eyes fixed on the redhead at her feet, deliberately drawing out the silence for several seconds to make it clear he wasn’t the least concerned by the brunettes outburst.
“I was going to ask you the same thing.” His words were deceptively calm as he met the soubrettes storming expression with his own cold gaze and folded his arms. “But this isn’t the time or the place” He gestured impatiently towards Allison. “She needs to be seen to, pick her up and follow me”
So saying the elemental pushed off the wall and began to head down the hallway towards the garage at a measured and unhurried pace as he waited for Isabel to catch up. Much as he might to want to grill the brunette for answers doing so in the middle of Sanctuary would have been foolish. It was bad enough that he’d given everyone present an idea of what he could do, he wasn’t about to let them know how tight a leash he had on Duskmoor herself.
When Isabelfinally did catch up with Allison in tow Zephyr increased his pace as he continued onwards, when they reached the infirmary though the hessian went straight past without missing a beat. “Not one word.” He warned brunette, effectively pre-empting any comments or complaints from the girl as he followed the corridor to Sanctuary’s garage.
On reaching the garage Zephyr wasted little time in running through the list of keys and associated vehicles before choosing on an unassuming sedan with tinted windows. Gesturing Isabel towards the back of the car he deftly opened the trunk. “I’m not taking any chances her.” He told the bonemancer. “Make a helmet for her so she can’t see or scream and then bind her right leg to her left arm and vice versa, then get in the car.”
A few moments later when the soubrette settled into the passenger seat Zephyr started the engine and headed towards the exit, not saying a word until they made it onto the street. “Tell me everything you know about Allison,"
"Starting with why she tried to kill me.”
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
Allison had been a little heavier than Isabel had anticipated, but she'd managed to get the girl off the floor none the less, though it required moving some more of the television wreckage to get a good grip on her. Once she'd managed to move the other young woman she could see there there wasn't any alarming amount of blood anywhere. Maybe a few cuts here and there but for the most part she looked relatively whole. This might have put her mind more at ease if Zephyr hadn't directed her past the infirmary without a second glance.
The garage was not the place she wanted to be, but there wasn't really any room for arguing. Either she packed Allison neatly into the trunk, or Zephyr would do it and she knew he'd be far less careful. Once she'd started arranging the young woman's body as instructed she could already tell there was some damage to several bones. Her shoulder was sitting a little oddly and at least one finger had already begun to swell, indicating that it was probably sprained or broken. She doubted the drive would do them any good.
She bound the girl as instructed, attaching arms to legs with several well-placed bands of bone. The helmet effectively covered the girl's eyes and mouth, though her nose was left uncovered to allow for breathing. She made sure the leave the innermost layer of bone a little spongier to help absorb any of the shock caused by driving over uneven pavement.
She didn't really want to get into the car with the two of them, but she didn't exactly have a lot of say in the matter. She knew he's start interrogating her, but she wasn't so sure how much information she could give him or how much of it would be satisfactory. She was more interested in their destination. Her first guess was the warehouse district, as it would offer a good amount of privacy for whatever it was he had planned. But if he thought Allison was any real threat he might go somewhere else to try and prevent her from finding them again later on since they spent so much time at the warehouse. Either way she was pretty sure wherever they ended up was not a desirable place to be.
"I don't know why she did it. I asked you what was going on remember?" she replied, slumping down in her seat and crossing her arms. Outside of that weird dream she didn't think Allison had ever interacted with Zephyr, so she couldn't really see why the girl would have enough animosity toward him to try and murder him. "I haven't even spent any time with her after that future dream thing. We were both in the Amazons, so we lived and worked together with the other girls. She doesn't know that I remember any of it, though. She's only just recently started showing up everywhere I am. Asking me dumb questions, starting stupid conversations, shoving cookies into my lap. I don't know what her problem is."
Isabel hadn't made any effort to spend time with Allison after the dream, having been pretending not to have remembered it since she was first questioned about it. Really the only time she'd spent with the girl was when she'd given her a hand with that gang.
And that was when it clicked. Allison had been hounding her ever since she'd helped kill those men. Her eyes went a little wider at the realization that it might just be her fault that Allison had attempted what she had, though she couldn't have known at the time. She'd never taken Allison as a murderer and never would have guessed that a couple of careless words would have set her off so severely, if indeed that had been the cause. And as much as she didn't want to incriminate herself, there wasn't really any way around it.
"I may have told her that you don't like it when I murder people. And I might have possibly accidentally mentioned that I'd be in trouble if you found out that I'd helped her kill some men as a favor."
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Striding briskly down the dull cement hallway with Duskmoor just behind him, Zephyr’s gaze swept from left to right, ostensibly scanning the rows of worn placards beside each garage sized steel door while actually searching the rooms beyond as he sought for one which, if not empty, at least wasn’t fully occupied.
After spending perhaps ten minutes pacing through the veritable maze of concrete walls, he eventually found what he was looking for and crouched down beside a door, placing his hand over the lock which secured it to floor and shifting the tumblers with an application of solid air.
As the garage style door folded upwards in segments he gestured Duskmoor into the rooms dark confines as he sought for a light switch. “In here, set her up on a table and leave the helmet on.
One of the key problems which plagued every city was the issue of space and the fact that there was never enough of it. No more so was this true than for NYC which had always faced very definitive borders, it was ironic in a way, the same waterways and shipping lanes which had helped turn the area into a vast metropolis were now an impediment to the city’s development, more of a hindrance than a help.
The upshot of this however was that once one wandered away from the Manhattan peninsula space, while still at a premium, became far more affordable and a number of enterprising individuals had implemented storage facilities which one could rent for a range of prices depending on various factors.
In this particular case Zephyr had chosen a storage complex in the Brooklyn area barely a stone’s throw from sanctuary in city terms just a handful of blocks away from Sanctuary itself. It had once been a rather reputable place, a favourite of students, small business and others who needed to store things for possibly months at a time. Unfortunately, the other had been rather remiss in meeting the Order’s ‘insurance’ payments, and what with one thing and another, the entire facility had become quite run down until it was practically abandoned.
In short it was perfect for an improvised interrogation.
Unfortunately, even with a spur of the moment event such as this, there was still a degree of preparation involved. Duskmoor hadn’t been terribly informative during their short trip but she’d at least had a rudimentary understanding of Allison’s mutation. Ink manipulation was by no means the strangest power the elemental had come across, but it did make disarming the girl somewhat troublesome.
He’d sent Isabel away for this; given that the soubrette seemed to consider the redhead a friend the elemental doubted the bonemancer would have liked what he was about to do. So he’d convinced her to wait outside by simply pointing out the fact that she had a tattoo, Allison controlled ink, and he wasn’t about to hand the redhead a potential weapon. Duskmoor hadn’t been happy but as she hadn’t come up with a counter argument she’d done as he said.
Looking down at the unconscious redhead as she lay chained to a bone white table, Zephyr tracked the steady rise and fall of the girls chest as he lifted one of her tattooed arms, ignoring the slight rattle of the cuffs and chains while he carefully ran his free hand over the limb. As he did so the ink stained flesh gradually lost its colour, becoming translucent as a thin black vapor seemed to rise from the girl’s skin and gathered around the elementals hand.
By the time he reached her shoulder the redheads arm looked like something from an anatomy lecture; the various muscles and bones were clearly visible, even moving as Zephyr turned the limb back and forth until he abruptly drew his hand away and casually flicked the black cloud off his fingers and into a bucket in the corner of the room where it landed with a wet splash. He'd be sure to remove it before the girl awoke.
At the same time Allison’s skin abruptly snapped back into view, now completely clean and a healthy shade of pink as though it had received a slight carpet burn; evidence that he’d not been overly careful in drawing out the ink. Still, the entire process had taken perhaps two minutes at best mean he had -he paused for a moment to measure the girls figure- call it half an hour at most if she’d tattooed every inch of skin he couldn’t see and dyed her hair.
Best to get on with it really.
Moving over towards Allison’s head he removed the helmet covering her face, tossing it away as his fingers traced the lines of her throat and jaw which slowly began to fade as he repeated the process, barely even noticing the clatter of the helmet as it rolled into a corner.
The rest of the redhead’s clothes followed soon after.
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Sometime later...
Zephyr rested against the rooms far wall, a contemplative expression on his features as he stared down at Allison and swallowed a second pair of pills, chasing them down with a sip from a water bottle he'd had Isabel fetch.
He considered the redhead for a few more moments, debating how long it would likely take her to wake on her own and how much time he could afford before he simply shrugged and upended the remainder of the water bottle over her head.
“Time to wake up Ms. Sinnocent you have a good many questions to answer.”
As lucky as Allison tended to be about getting out of situations, she had a lot less luck for staying out of them. So it wasn't the first time she'd woken up sore and chained, though naked and soaked in cold water was a new addition to the combination. That had its own memories, though they were much less sinister, at least for her; Allison wasn't sure whether it was the fact that she could, in fact, yell quite loudly, or the fact that she'd been seventeen, done growing and sleeping in her underwear that made that particular cousin decide her room was a terrifying place and never to be visited again. Either way, she'd only had to wake up that way once.
Waking up this way was even less appreciated. It was also quite slow; even once Allison was conscious it took a few more minutes to sort out anything coherent from the sensations and associations, and come to the conclusion that she had no idea where she was, but it was probably not good.
That was... really all she could figure out, though. She didn't remember anything that could have led to this, so she'd probably been kidnapped again. While sleeping? Or drugged so she didn't remember, or brainwashed by a mutation, or she was one of those stories she'd heard about mutants being kidnapped as children and given false memories... admittedly, that last seemed unlikely, seeing as she knew of the concept. She'd keep it in mind until it was disproven, though.
The surroundings didn't clarify much. Dim, blurry gray spotted with bright sparks that drifted; she was probably hallucinating those, considering the headache. And... she blinked a few times while she checked. Dizzy seemed very likely, though she couldn't be totally sure. So she had a concussion again, probably. That made the kidnapped while sleeping idea less likely, as well as any drug plan that didn't involve hitting her first. The various pains she was feeling and trying to ignore argued against that, too, but Allison hoped she was hallucinating those as well.
Oh. Someone was talking? Allison blinked again, and tried turning her head to see if she could find whoever it was. They weren't on the first side she checked, but by the time she got her head back upright she decided not to try again. The pain seemed less and less like a hallucination. "What?"
Suppressing a sigh at the redhead’s half-witted response Zephyr continued his steady mental count as he watched the girls chest rise and fall with each weary breath. Now that she was in no danger of drowning on a mouthful of water the gamines coughing had subsided quickly in favor of a far more relaxed and regular rhythm. Had she not been staring blankly at the ceiling the hessian might have thought she’d fallen asleep again. Still, this lack of reaction was troublesome.
Stepping away from the wall with a slight frown on his features the elemental came to stand just behind the soubrettes head. After a moment watching the girls glazed gaze he moved one hand into her field of vision, extending one finger and slowly moving it back and forth while gathering a ball of oxygen into his free hand.
“Please try to follow my finger Ms. Sinnocent,” He spoke smoothly this time, forgoing his earlier austerity in favor of a slower, more calming cadence and after a moment or two the redheads eyes finally seemed to focus. “Left to right and back again… very good.”
The girl had a concussion; far from surprising given the rather colourful bruise decorating her temple, but he’d hoped her mutation might make her more resilient than she appeared , or at least leave her somewhat lucid, still her current condition did present a number of opportunities in and of itself.
Whether he’d be able to take advantage of them though was another thing entirely.
“I’m afraid you might have a concussion Miss, can you tell me the last thing you remember?”
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"Why?" The response was automatic, and took a few seconds. Most of Allison's attention was devoted to idly wondering where she was and why, with a bit left to idly contemplate the finger that was waving at her. After a moment she realized she was following it, blinked, and closed her eyes to ignore it. Cooperating with mysterious voices and fingers when probably kidnapped was not high on Allison's list of priorities, even if the voice and finger were doing cliche doctor things. Allison could tell just fine on her own that she had a concussion, thanks.
It was the rest of whatever had happened to her that Allison wasn't sure of. Concussion, definitely there. Pain, definitely there. Broken bones, sprains, strains, fractures, torn muscles, dislocated joints, cuts, bruises? She had no idea.
Also there? Annoying mysterious doctor voices. With annoying questions that weren't what she was thinking about, and distracted her from what she was thinking about. Whatever it was she'd been thinking about. But it was kind of an important question. Allison had to think for a minute before answering. "Sleeping with my girlfriend. I'm not telling you about it."
"Sleeping with my girlfriend. I'm not telling you about it."
Well, that was intriguing.
Lowering his arm Zephyr retreated a step, leaving Allison to blink in confusion at the lights above her as he resumed leaning against the rooms far wall where, for just a few brief moments, he allowed himself to indulge his imagination as it ran with the redheads statement and recalled the girls rather… familiar, attitude with Isabel only an hour or so before.
Interesting as the possibility was though the elemental knew Isabel far too well to seriously consider it. The buxom bonemancer was a mountain of insecurity when it came to anything even vaguely approaching intimacy. She simply wasn’t capable of trusting anyone enough to form any kind of serious relationship and she inevitably pushed aside anyone who tried, often violently.
That, and he was fairly certain Duskmoor was straight. Video evidence notwithstanding, the brunette had never shown any interest in women while sober and the few trashy romance novels he’d found scattered around her room would seem to indicate she wouldn’t be switching sides any time soon.
Still, one could dream.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts and return to the matter at hand Zephyr glanced backed down at Allison and debated how best to deal with her. As she was the girl was barely coherent from a mixture of the concussion and what looked like pain, he’d be lucky to find out what she’d had for lunch let alone why she’d tried to kill him.
Allowing his gaze to trail down the redheads figure the elementals eyes focused on her right arm; the limb was so bruised it was almost entirely purple and if the angle was any indication it had been broken at least once…
Why the hell not? He needed the practice and since he’d likely kill the girl regardless he could afford to experiment somewhat.
Stepping forward he placed a hand over Allison’s broken arm and closed his eyes as he began resetting her shattered bones and torn flesh.
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
That shut the mysterious doctor voice up. Good; Allison would much rather try to figure out what was going on.
She... didn't really have any idea where to start with that, though. She was laying on something, and chained, and probably couldn't move but she couldn't anyway because it hurt too much just to turn her head so that didn't matter. And she couldn't remember how she'd gotten here, or probably quite a bit of things; she had a sort of vague shape of memory that claimed it was of several hours since she'd been with Aura, but she couldn't actually seem to get ahold of the memories to figure out what they were. Aura had seemed like Aura, but that didn't mean it was impossible for someone to trick Allison, or to just create an illusion based on her own memories....
Well, she was clearly somewhere she didn't want to be; there wouldn't be much point to chaining her otherwise. Where and why was a lot less obvious, and at least as important; the mysterious doctor voice was obviously on the kidnappers' side, or else it would have let her go instead of asking about Aura. Other than the kidnappers wanting something beyond Allison's death, though, that didn't clarify much of anything; they could want her to forge things, or to kill someone, or a ransom from her parents, in which case good luck to them; her parents might just pay them to keep her. Or for Allison to hurt before she died. Or to get her to help them by "rescuing" her from themselves. Or for her to die and then be found and let the media freak out, since she'd make a pretty perfect martyr as long as her relationship with Aura wasn't known. Or prettymuch anything else at all. She really needed more information to figure anything out. And then she noticed her arm had vanished.
Allison squeaked, tried to pull away from where her arm had been and presumably where whatever had removed it was, and then tried to reach with her other arm to feel if it had just lost feeling or if it was actually gone. Neither attempt at moving was particularly successful, though they did result in a wave of dizziness and nausea that made Allison close her eyes and whimper.
Maybe she should work on healing before escaping. She really wasn't going to be accomplishing much in this state....
Healing was one of the few aspects of his power that hadn’t come easily to Zephyr; the closest analogue which came to mind was trying to piece together a jigsaw puzzle vertically with millions of pieces and each piece looked the same. It took patience and concentration to put everything back in its proper place.
Needless to say it was a rather delicate task, one the elemental was so focused on he nearly missed the redheads sudden squeak of surprise which was the only warning he received before she began to flail about like a frightened child with about as much affect. She had been chained to the table for a reason after all and that, combined with her concussion and overall fatigue meant that her struggles were token at best.
Still there was little point in letting the girl injure herself further and so the hessian shifted his grip over redheads injured arm, keeping it suspended in the ethereal state with his dominant hand while the other came to rest a few inches above her sternum. There it applied a steady invisible pressure across her collar bone, effectively pinning her shoulders to the table until she wore herself out.
“You’re really not in any condition to be moving Ms. Sinnocent” He told her with all the concern of a hangman at the gallows. “Do try to hold still and you’ll have your arm back in a few minutes, then I’ll see what I can do for the rest of you.”
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."