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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Rupert had given Sara a long look and she had enjoyed clearly pushing his buttons. Even when his hand went in his pocket and she prepared herself for an attack from her cuff. Steadying her balance she she wouldn’t fall. Well. At least she wouldn’t fall on Neena or the ipod. …. The shock didn’t come…
…… Odd…….
Her eyes focused on his hand as he brought up the package of bubble gum. Blinking to make sure that’s all he was holding. Smelled like it was all he was holding.
"Trade?"
“I know the worth of what I have, and to be honest, what I have is not worth more than the dangerous possibility that I could be cleaning gum out of my fur.” Yeah. She considered bubble gum more of a danger than playing with Rupert’s ipod. Including when he knew. Maybe Sara should try getting her priorities straightened around.
"What do you think she stole?"
That is exactly why Sara had taken a liking to Neena. Straight to the point. No having to be a mind reader, even if she did know what Rupert wanted, to figure out what people were talking about. They were close to the laundry pool now. Sara set the larger part of the bags down, turning in the same sweeping motion, so that she could better watch their guard.
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> “I know the worth of what I have, and to be honest, what I have is not worth more than the dangerous possibility that I could be cleaning gum out of my fur.”
> "What do you think she stole?"
Rupert suddenly felt tired. Not angry... just tired. He put the bubblegum back into his pocket, and stared at the lioness again. A count of four passed; one second for each year she seemed to possess. Interesting to think he'd used to have some esteem for her. Looking into that vacant animalistic face now, he couldn't imagine where it had come from. He was obviously trying not to escalate this to violence, and she was obviously trying to get her furry self fried by an electric surge. She was worse than a freak. She was an idiot. Genetically speaking, neither were her fault.
He turned to the black woman. She suddenly seemed very reasonable, by comparison. The straight forward question won her some respect, though he didn't know how long that would last. "My iPod," he answered straight-up. "Your furry friend seemed smarter last week. Did one of my outstanding crewmen give her brain damage, or was I just giving her too much credit?" He wished he had a cup of coffee, right now. A sixteen ounce steaming black full-strength straight-from-an-unwashed-pot cup would be beyond heavenly.
“I know the worth of what I have, and to be honest, what I have is not worth more than the dangerous possibility that I could be cleaning gum out of my fur.”
"My iPod."
<"iPod.... Okay, I know this.... I know I know this...."> Neena's face betrayed deep thought for a hot minute. <"Ah! Got it! That funny little box that plays music. Hmm..... guess Walkman's are out of style now....">
"Your furry friend seemed smarter last week. Did one of my outstanding crewmen give her brain damage, or was I just giving her too much credit?"
Neena snorted at that statement and replied rather bluntly. "Your 'outstanding crewmen' are neanderthals. Any brain damage involved is purely theirs, which is sad considering how little they have to begin with."
She put her uninjured hand on her hip and shook her head. "Whatever that gadget is, it must not be very valuable if all you want to trade for it is gum."
Abruptly she strode up to Rupert and leaned in to look him square in the face, much as she'd done to Doug at their first meeting, well into his personal space. Her eyebrows scrunched a bit above her glasses. Finally she moved back, and stated rather matter-of-factly,
"You're going through withdrawl. Major withdrawl."
Her bracelet never buzzed, making it obvious that wasn't using any psychic powers or anything similar.
There was the description she was looking for. Would be nice if the magic word would be given as well but that just might be askng too much. Plus the thought of using a thread ‘ you must do this, what ever it is, or the ipod gets it.’ Was wearing off. Hold the ipod hostage and he just might follow the example of the brilliant people in Speed. You know, shoot the hostage. So even though he was continuing to insult her, she started shifting looking for where she had stashed the thing under her dress.
Your furry friend seemed smarter last week. Did one of my outstanding crewmen give her brain damage, or was I just giving her too much credit?"
“Anything’s possible.” Came Sara’s reply as she shifted looking for where the thing had shifted. Mean while Neena had spoken up.
"Your 'outstanding crewmen' are neanderthals. Any brain damage involved is purely theirs, which is sad considering how little they have to begin with."
Sara leaned forward trying to catch Neena’s attention out of the corner of her eye. “It’s alright Neena, I’m use to it.” Men in uniforms were all the same in Sara’s book. Always either worth doing something to for a laugh or causing pain. His were only verbal, aside from the little shock he’d given her the first time they had met, and he said nothing she hadn’t heard before. The shock she could forgive, she’d been pushing her luck hard with that tail flick paper thing.
She finally withdrew the ipod though she held it on the inside of her paw like fist.
"Whatever that gadget is, it must not be very valuable if all you want to trade for it is gum… You're going through withdrawl. Major withdrawl."
(If I have this part wrong tell me.)
“I can’t under stand why not.” Sara said looking from Neena to Rupert’s eyes. “He hasn’t been in the break room when I’ve made deliveries there, something in it’s self that was well worth swiping this thing. Not to mention the entertainment. Up until I swiped it, the high light of my day, was the cross eyed look on James’s face when he found golden nose nuggets.” A look that could actually get kind of creapy.
She held the little thing up so that he could see the screen. Other than the fact she had taken it, it had been kept good as new. “How about this as a trade. You actually do some research for me, mutant 0623, so that when you make an insult you have a chance at making a proper one, and as long as that happens, I won’t swipe anything else I deem directly connected to you.”
As far as she knew, her files should have been at the camps, since they reported her number on her shoulder right before her cuff was put on. Plus the phasility that first housed her hadn’t done as good of job at hiding what she was. While Ayesac had been recorded as a 30 plus something tall mindless monster, her people had refused to hide her. Not that Sara really expected Rupert to really look things up. But perhaps he would give up on the safari jokes. Her animal heritage wasn’t afrcan. Oh well.
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> "Your 'outstanding crewmen' are neanderthals. Any brain damage involved is purely theirs, which is sad considering how little they have to begin with."
Rupert snorted. "That's a polite way of putting it." Interestingly, he wasn't being sarcastic.
> "Whatever that gadget is, it must not be very valuable if all you want to trade for it is gum."
To that, he just clenched his jaw. Right. He could be shocking the little side-show kitten into unconsciousness right now. Would she be making glib comments if he had done that? No. That would teach him to take the nice route in Camp problem solving.
Before he quite knew what was going on, he was looking at his own startled expression in two mirror lenses at close range. Rupert instinctively arched his neck away from the unannounced intrusion. Before he'd gotten past his surprise to actually think out what to do, she was gone again; backed off and quipping.
> "You're going through withdrawl. Major withdrawl."
"Thanks for the diagnosis, Doctor." Rupert drawled, his voice sore. Yes. The woman had rather hit that subject on the nose.
> “I can’t understand why not.”
The lioness started making eye contact; Rupert returned it in full force.
> “He hasn’t been in the break room when I’ve made deliveries there, something in it’s self that was well worth swiping this thing. ...How about this as a trade. You actually do some research for me, mutant 0623, so that when you make an insult you have a chance at making a proper one, and as long as that happens, I won’t swipe anything else I deem directly connected to you.”
The iPod. His iPod. Rupert was reaching out for it in relief before his brain had caught up with his eyes. His hand hesitated for a second as what she'd said caught up with him; his eyes flicked from his rightful possession to the thieving furry. "Deal," he said finally, in a clipped tone. Then he snatched his music collection back. He tried not to touch her hand while he did so.
He immediately unwound the ear buds and--after wiping them off on his shirt--stuck one into his right ear. Four seconds later, Buffalo Springfield's "For What It's Worth" was blasting out of the loosely dangling ear bud for all to hear.
"Something's happening here But what it is ain't exactly clear There's a man with a gun over there Tellin' me I've got to beware"
He stared at the woman with the broken arm, daring her--just daring her--to mention his addiction again. A sour smile came to his face. "So," he asked lightly, "are you two still hoping for some kind of Resistance on the outside to come in here and save the day?"
((ooc: Could you PM me with what info his research would turn up?))
Neena stuck her tongue out at Rupert as he immediately plugged his ears.
"Toldya," she snickered. Silently she thought, <"Sorry choice of music to crave, too.....">
"So, are you two still hoping for some kind of Resistance on the outside to come in here and save the day?"
Wow. Now there was a question out of the blue. Especially since Neena didn't recall mentioning anything of the type within Rupert's hearing. Of course, that didn't mean anything, as ears were wide in this place. And she made no effort to hide that she hadn't given up yet.
Neena carefully avoided glancing at Sara, instead tilting her head forward to look over the top rip of her glasses. And she simply replied,
"I am."
What she didn't say, but what came across in the pause to follow, was, "What's it to you?"
(Sent you a pm if you want more information, I’ll provide it in the next few days.)
Rupert was returning her eye contact and for some reason Sara found it funny. Staring contests done work with most cats.
"Deal,"
One eye brow of Sara’s raised. Really? She let him have his little device thinking, ‘We’ll see how that goes.’ She couldn’t help but roll her eyes as she saw him immediately start listening to music. At least he only shoved one ear bud in. The other was dangling free, letting Sara hear a clear, unmuffled version of his song.
"So, are you two still hoping for some kind of Resistance on the outside to come in here and save the day?"
Sara managed to keep her expression on her face the same, though her ears flicked back for a second before returning to their usual spot. Ok, so he’d bugged her. Just a little bit. A free hand came up to smooth some loose bangs out from around her eyes.
"I am."
Neena always had the perfect answers, as far as Sara was concerned. “Of course.” Sara said very simply and straight forward. Regaining her composure from a second ago.
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((ooc: Just wondering how his insults to you will change with this new info, Were. ))
Rupert ignored the injured woman's snicker and her literal told-you-so comment, and turned his volume up another notch. Those iPods really had the best speakers in them for making everyone in the surrounding area deaf, as anyone who'd ever dealt with an insolent teenager--or situation-avoidant camp supervisor--could tell you.
He did, however, watch their reactions to his question. The lioness' were the most dramatic; just like a house cat, her ears flicked back in a none too friendly manner. Just like a human, she kept her face tellingly static. She even gave a brush to her hanging bangs; it would be an interesting gesture in the middle of a poker game, and it was an interesting gesture here.
The black mutie had a more controlled reaction. He finally saw her eyes over those cheap glasses of hers; the nearly white pupils startled him for a moment.
> "I am."
The understated dignity behind the statement upped her another notch in his book. It seemed to give the lioness an example of how to handle questions out of left field, too; the cat uncaught her tongue.
> “Of course.”
Of course. The corner of Rupert's mouth twitched up in a sour smirk. "That's cute." He answered to the both of them. "That's really cute." He tried to hide the bitterness in his voice behind a sudden surge of cynicism. "Even if you knew there was a Resistance, after so long with no action, how could you trust that they weren't just cowering in some safe house keeping their own asses safe? If they haven't all been rounded up, that is." He tried to hide the fact that he was talking to himself by growling at them.
With her attention on Rupert, Sara's ear twitch escaped Neena's notice. Rupert's twitch didn't. He didn't seem happy with their simple replies. Neena chalked it up to tuneless withdrawl.
"Even if you knew there was a Resistance, after so long with no action, how could you trust that they weren't just cowering in some safe house keeping their own asses safe? If they haven't all been rounded up, that is."
"They haven't," Neena replied to his last statement first, and with upmost confidence. "It's not possible."
Then she tilted her head, Pollyanna-type smile in its usual place. "It's only been three months. Even if they had tried a raid, I doubt it would have succeeded. The waters are still too stirred up. So to speak."
Then her smile turned conspiratal, sly. "Why? Were you expecting something sooner?"
She could have definitely come back with something better than ‘of course’ The thing is… Well… Nothing really sounded better than ‘of course’ in her head. The simple answer seemed more fitting than the longer lecture like answers she really wanted to say, to scream. Like their first meeting where she had worked to keep her voice level. Two words were easier to keep level. His voice didn’t seems to do that though and, unlike before, he seemed to want the conversation to go on.
"That's cute. That's really cute."
Sara’s head tilted as her face stayed the same. Did she pick out elevating stress levels in his voice or was that her ears playing tricks on her since he turned the volume up on his music?
"Even if you knew there was a Resistance, after so long with no action, how could you trust that they weren't just cowering in some safe house keeping their own asses safe? If they haven't all been rounded up, that is."
Despite her frustrations, Sara found some amusement in this. It sort of reminded her about their first meeting, his ignoring her ranting about children being here. “That’s sweet.” Sara couldn’t help but murmur. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say that you actually cared.” Now weather this care was about self preservation and guard concerns or concerning the mutants, well, that was yet for her to decide. He could take it as he liked.
"They haven't, It's not possible."
Another well put statement from Neena.
"It's only been three months. Even if they had tried a raid, I doubt it would have succeeded. The waters are still too stirred up. So to speak. Why? Were you expecting something sooner?"
Sara let her eyes flick from Rupert to Neena then back to Rupert. “In my experiences, it is only a matter of when. As Neena has just pointed out, there is a strategy to waiting, to making a surprise. Besides, if one group doesn’t come in, another will get mad enough and do the work instead. After that business with community service, I can’t imagine many supporters staying quiet.”
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> “That’s sweet. If I didn’t know any better I’d say that you actually cared.”
Rupert visibly recoiled from the statement; a split second later, he twisted his face into a sneer. "Don't make me laugh, mutie." He retorted, his voice as far from laughter as could be.
> "They haven't. It's not possible. ...It's only been three months. Even if they had tried a raid, I doubt it would have succeeded. The waters are still too stirred up. So to speak."
The woman's confidence bugged him. So did her matter-of-fact logic: it really had only been three months. Only. That's what the calendar told him, every day: it's only been this long. So why did it feel so much longer?
> "Why? Were you expecting something sooner?"
"Tch." He snorted. "Honestly? Yeah. Your kind are such hotheads, I did expect something sooner." If he caught the irony about him discussing hotheads, it didn't show.
> “In my experiences, it is only a matter of when. As Neena has just pointed out, there is a strategy to waiting, to making a surprise. Besides, if one group doesn’t come in, another will get mad enough and do the work instead. After that business with community service, I can’t imagine many supporters staying quiet.”
Somehow, the lioness was just easier to talk to than the annoyingly confident Neena. Rupert rounded on the furry woman. "Surprise? If we know some idiotic little freedom fighters are going to hand themselves to us on a silver platter, how is delaying it a surprise? As for the public, all those people who think you're not as bad as you really are--do you really think they're going to stick their necks out for the likes of you? Not like that, they won't--not anything like a breakout." Rupert's voice twisted into the realms of condescending. "The most they'll do is pass around a petition. 'Free the Freaks!' Hell, I'll even sign it, in your honor."
"Don't make me laugh, mutie. Tch. Honestly? Yeah. Your kind are such hotheads, I did expect something sooner."
"Pot and the kettle, Music Man. Pot and the kettle."
<"Hmm.... wonder if he's even old enough to know that expression?">
Neena's smile widened ever so slightly. All of her life, she could never figure out why the truth made people squirm. Well, for that matter, she didn't understand the whole 'squirming reflex' at all, but that involved deeper issues. Either way, she was enjoying seeing Rupert on edge. Call it minor payback.
"Surprise? If we know some idiotic little freedom fighters are going to hand themselves to us on a silver platter, how is delaying it a surprise? As for the public, all those people who think you're not as bad as you really are--do you really think they're going to stick their necks out for the likes of you? Not like that, they won't--not anything like a breakout. The most they'll do is pass around a petition. 'Free the Freaks!' Hell, I'll even sign it, in your honor."
Neena held her pose, but pushed her glasses up on her head, completely revealing her slightly narrowed eyes.
"You do that m'friend. Just remember, they use pens now. They want to be sure the 'mark' you leave can't be erased. Kind of like the marks we leave on other people."
She didn't stiffen, didn't blink, didn't twitch. Her smile remained perfectly placed, as always. Her voice dropped to several degrees below freezing when she spoke. About the temperature of the air when Raina began to sing.
"A shame life doesn't come with an eraser when we're born, isn't it?"
Sara held back a small smirk. It seemed that her comment about Rupert actually caring had bothered him. Although she did find his actions kind of odd. Especially when neena had gone on.
"Tch. Honestly? Yeah. Your kind are such hotheads, I did expect something sooner."
“Look who’s talking.” Sara found herself mumbling. Well maybe it was true about the sang ‘It takes one to know one.’
"Surprise? If we know some idiotic little freedom fighters are going to hand themselves to us on a silver platter, how is delaying it a surprise? As for the public, all those people who think you're not as bad as you really are--do you really think they're going to stick their necks out for the likes of you? Not like that, they won't--not anything like a breakout."
Sara shrugged. “Surprise is everything to a strategy. Even when the other knows it’s coming. Like to boxers in a ring” For the second bit of talk from the guard, Sara couldn’t help but just shrug. “I bet you’d never thought you’d hold a conversation with a talking, bipedal cat either.”
"The most they'll do is pass around a petition. 'Free the Freaks!' Hell, I'll even sign it, in your honor."
"You do that m'friend. Just remember, they use pens now. They want to be sure the 'mark' you leave can't be erased. Kind of like the marks we leave on other people."
Sara’s smirk became visible on her lips as she couldn’t no longer force her lips to relax. Her gaze dropped from Rupert and Neena, to the ground, as she turned. Her left hand massaged the back of her right shoulder blade and she could feel the old numbers burned in through the fabric.
"A shame life doesn't come with an eraser when we're born, isn't it?"
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> “Surprise is everything to a strategy. Even when the other knows it’s coming. Like two boxers in a ring. ...I bet you’d never thought you’d hold a conversation with a talking, bipedal cat either.”
Rupert just looked at the freak. "There's a lot of things I didn't think I'd ever do. Funny how none of them turns out to be good."
> "You do that m'friend. Just remember, they use pens now. They want to be sure the 'mark' you leave can't be erased. Kind of like the marks we leave on other people. ...A shame life doesn't come with an eraser when we're born, isn't it?"
Rupert tried not to look taken aback by the woman's suddenly artic tone; he may have ended up overcompensating, by visibly bracing his feet against the ground as if Neena's attack had been physical.
> “I second that.”
His mouth twisted into a sneer. "I third it. The motion passes, unanimously. It's just a damn shame we can't erases all the little black marks on the world, ain't it?" He looked from one mutant to the other, quite meaningfully, before curling his lips up into a parody of a smile. He snapped his fingers, as if he'd just thought of something clever. "Let's just start calling this camp the eraser factory, shall we?" They certainly were doing a good job of erasing everyone who walked in those gates, after all.
“Surprise is everything to a strategy. Even when the other knows it’s coming. Like two boxers in a ring. ...I bet you’d never thought you’d hold a conversation with a talking, bipedal cat either.”
"There's a lot of things I didn't think I'd ever do. Funny how none of them turns out to be good."
Neena's snickered audibly. "Yeah, interesting how bad judgement seems to affect everyone," she remarked pointedly.
Her dark smile curled even further at Rupert's visible recoil to her jab.
“I second that.” She winked at Sara.
"I third it. The motion passes, unanimously. It's just a damn shame we can't erases all the little black marks on the world, ain't it? Let's just start calling this camp the eraser factory, shall we?"
Neena shrugged. "You can if you wanna. But the only thing being erased is a few physical bodies. Memories are what last, and I'd say those are being burned in."
Abruptly she yawned; she'd been doing that lately. Time for another Isolation vacation.....
She rubbed her eyes wearily, sparing Rupert a few tired glances.
"Mister," she sighed, "I don't know what kind of a thorn got stuck in your side, but I honestly hope one of these days you figure out how to get rid of it. You'd probably look halfway handsome if you smiled once in a blue moon." While that might have been true, Neena was still trying to figure out what Raina had seen in the man.
She wrinkled her nose. "For starters, I'd suggest some decent music. With melody...." She glanced at Sara, and stuck her tongue out as she replaced her glasses. "No wonder you filched it from him."
Despite the many jabs and assaults on his character, Neena's agenda included much more than a simple battle of insults.