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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Turning my World Upside down (Noel/Quin/Drake/Max)
Posted by Grav Bomb on May 17, 2017 6:26:55 GMT -6
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Max parked the car outside of Haven headquarters and exited, swinging the door shut behind him. It was a little after noon and the sun was high in the sky, promising a bright and warm Spring day that didn't reflect Max's mood. He had picked up the rental a bit before lunch, stopped and grabbed enough food amd drinks to feed his makeshift team and made it through the infuriating city traffic in modest time.
His duffle was already in the trunk of the black modest SUV and he leaned against it patiently awaiting his two friends. He had contacted Quin and told her to meet him there and was waiting for Noel to come down so they could leave.
The GPS in the car said it was a six hour drive to Richmond Virginia so if they left soon they would get there before sundown and have time to check into a motel grab some rest and dinner and go to work.
"I'm visiting my own grave, just in time for Memorial Day." He mumbled to himself.
He was tense and nervous. It wasn't in the performing way he was accustomed to. This was the tension of medical tests, a slow constant worry about something he couldn't change. He hadn't slept the night before and he knew he had dark circles under his eyes.
He was dressed non descript, a plain white tee-shirt and jeans and a baseball cap rested on his head. His fanny pack was crammed to the breaking point with anything he could think of that he might have needed. It was his one stop emergency shop and he let out a sigh as the tension in him rose up again.
Posted by Quincy Archer on May 17, 2017 9:16:34 GMT -6
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The call from Max had finally come. Quin had been ready for days, but she went through all of her stuff for a final check before she left her apartment. There were two bags on the dining table, and the redhead pulled the first, a duffel bag open and surveyed the things inside. Quin had brought along several changes of clothes, none of them fancy. A few of them were dark, and most of them had hoods. Detective Archer knew that things like bright red hair were distinct and she had packed accordingly, there were a few stocking hats and baseball caps, all nondescript. Maybe everything they did would be on the up and up and none of the subterfuge gear would be necessary...Quin had a gut feeling that something shady was going on though and if there was one thing she had learned since joining the NYPD it was that a person should never ignore their gut.
The backpack was a bit more interesting, and expensive. Quin had packed her cuffs, her tablet, her laptop, a couple of communication devices that could be worn wirelessly, and spare ammo. For a while, Detective Archer had considered putting her sidearm in there as well, but had decided against it. Instead, the weapon was tucked securely into a shoulder holster that would be mostly concealed by the zip-up hoodie she was planning to wear. One more thing sat in the backpack and Quin shook her head, the lock-picks that Nate had given her at the end of their strange tutoring session. The redhead couldn't say if she'd be able to successfully use the tools in a pinch, but at least she knew the basics. Besides that, she had packed some favorite organic snacks and drinks, at it's core, this was a road trip.
That seemed like everything.
Picking up the two bags, slinging the backpack onto her back and the duffel over her shoulder, Quin shut off the lights, locked her door and set off for the address Max had included in his text. She was going to have to take a cab.
It didn't take long to find the place, and Quin eyed the vehicle that they were taking on the trip, a bit more secure with the clothing and tech choices she had made. The black SUV seemed almost fitting. Shouldering her back pack and duffel as she extricated herself from the back seat and paid her fare, Quin approached. The redhead had dressed for utility in simple jeans, utilitarian boots, and a black tank top under the hoodie she'd pulled on as she left the apartment. Her hair was up and she'd pulled a NYPD baseball cap on for good measure.
"Hey." she said on her approach, "Nice wheels. You ready for this?"
The memorymancer stopped just inside the doors with bag in hand.
There was a woman outside. It was hard to gage her height from here, but she was the same size as Max and the two seemed friendly. It wasn't the friendliness that bothered her. It was the NYPD ballcap.
Noel pulled her phone out and hit dial for Max's number. She scooted out of the way and leaned against the doorframe so that she could both watch Max and not obstruct the flow of people into the ground floor of this strange social whatever Hadden was building for himself.
Nobody trusted her with weapons. That was fine. This wasn't necessarily a trip in need of weapons, right? She had a few things packed, but judging from how very much the cop had pulled together, Noel was... under supplied.
"I would have liked to have known there was a policewoman coming." As soon as she heard the line connect she was talking, it was clear she was frustrated by her tone. "Are we still okay to do this? Is she... awesome?" Awesome was his word influence coming through, but she couldn't quite think of a better way to phrase it.
She didn't like being at such a disadvantage. But she'd offered to help and Noel didn't lie.
Posted by Grav Bomb on May 18, 2017 0:36:07 GMT -6
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-"Nice wheels. You ready for this?"
Max looked over and saw Quin approaching. The fact that he wouldn't have recognized her if she hadn't made herself known spoke volumes to her ability to blend. Her hat kept the signature red locks hidden and she was carrying two bags that made Max think that even with his planning she had him beat in the pre planning department.
"Thanks, it's a rental. I'm as ready as I'm gonna be." He replied with a shrug.
He hit the button on his keys to open the back.
"Go ahead and stash your ge-" He began.
Music began pouring out of Max's fanny pack. Rock music and drums ringing out as Fall Out Boy pumped through the air.
"One night and one more time Thanks for the memories even though they weren't so great He tastes like you, only sweeter"
That was Noel's ringtone. Why was she calling him now? He unzipped the pack and pulled out his cell phone.
"One sec Q." He said answering.
He began to speak a greeting when Noel's voice came through the cell in a rush.
-"I would have liked to have known there was a policewoman coming."
She sounded annoyed and Max gave a quizzical look around. He couldn't spot her but she was obviously able to see him. . -"Are we still okay to do this? Is she... awesome?"
Max let out a little sigh.
"Totally. Sure the first time we met she tried to arrest me, but she's been nothing but helpful since. We aren't doing anything illegal on the trip and she's offered to help. It's all good." He said reassuringly, "Sorry I didn't mention it before, slipped my mind in all the planning. Where are you?"
He looked back over at Quin and tilted the phone slightly away from him, the speaker near his ear but the reciever turned away.
"Our third." He explained," She's had some bad experience with some bad cops in the past. Bit skittish, so just try to be..." He searched for the right word, "Nice" He said with a shrug.
Posted by Quincy Archer on May 18, 2017 7:15:11 GMT -6
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As Quin stashed her gear, Max's phone rang and the redhead couldn't help but eavesdrop just a bit. It was the least the kid deserved for his continued insistence on calling her by things other than her name. She told herself that she'd mind her own business as soon as the call proved to be unrelated to the trip, but as it turned out it was related.
Wow. There was a lot to digest here and a short amount of time to digest it. Apparently they weren't the only ones going on the trip, which really should have been evident by the vehicle that Max had chosen. The concerning part was that he had neglected to mention the other road-tripper. Quin tried to remind herself that obviously the kid had never done anything like this before, but she couldn't help the small spike of annoyance that decided to settle itself in her chest.
Max addressed Quin directly and she crossed her arms, a slight frown crossing her face as he explained the situation more. In most of Quin's experience, "bad cops" were either not cops at all, or were good cops who just so happened to be doing something that a perp didn't like...like arresting them for committing a crime. Where had Max picked up this third.
The whole 'be nice' didn't really help matters either, and Quin's eyebrows rose nearly to her hairline. "I'm always nice." she said with a small smile, "As long as I get shotgun." See? She could go with the flow.
Noel huffed a sigh from inside. Max likely said the 'bad cop' thing for her benefit. It wasn't his fault that she knew him far better than he knew her. That was how she liked it, usually.
And he also plainly stated that they wouldn't be doing anything illegal in front of the cop. Okay. That was good. She'd been unsure, but still willing to go anyway.
"I'm not sure if I was clear before, but you're my guardian for this excursion. I have to stick with someone from Haven otherwise I'm not supposed to leave. I don't want either of us to be in trouble." She wasn't sure if she was on speakerphone or what so she wasn't about to say that she was declared mentally unfit to be her own person in front of a cop.
Another sigh. She hung up and pushed through the doorway rather than wait for a response. Noel just wasn't good on phones. It was silly to hide out like she was in trouble. Technically, she wasn't anymore. Even if it was just a technicality, she'd take it.
"And don't dig on Officer Cervantes. He did the best with the information that he had at the time." Noel couldn't hold it against him. She tossed her anemic backpack in the back since it was open and went for the back. The back was better anyway. She could totally take a nap if she wanted to.
Posted by Grav Bomb on May 18, 2017 9:32:57 GMT -6
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Noel's frustration seemed to fade slightly after Max spoke to her. She reminded him that he was technically responsible for her and then hung up.
He knew that, he knew it well. Max hadn't really been responsible for anything before, and now he was playing chaperone to a girl he had only met a few days ago. It was a nessessity, he had fought hard with the higher ups at Haven to let Noel come and help him. It was only after he reiterated once again how important it was that he find out how he was revived that they had agreed. The one rule however was simple "Your trip your responsibility."
He looked back over at Quin as she spoke and and saw the annoyance on her face. Apparently he was doing a good job of frustrating people today, just great. He pushed down a bit of impatient annoyance that rushed through him. Quin's eyebrows were a warning as clear as if she had a neon sign above her.
"Glad you understand. Shotgun is all yours." He conceded as Noel appeared scolding him for his jab at the Officer.
He gave a non committed shrug as she dropped her stuff into the back and smiled.
"Noel, Quin. Quin, Noel" He said gesturing between the pair, " Sorry I didn't introduce you guys earlier but I didn't really have time to schedule a brunch."
He didnt offer much more of an introduction than that. His expereince has shown that women were far supior at guaging one anoyher than men. Best to let them male their own observstions.Noel went for the back door. Max tried not to smile at the situation. He'd be driving then, which meant the dead guy with no valid liscence would be behind the wheel.
"I stopped for burgers on the way. They're in the back along with fries and drinks." He said walking around the car to get in the driver's seat.
Posted by Quincy Archer on May 18, 2017 12:00:21 GMT -6
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Cervantes, that was a name that Quin recognized from work, recognized very well. Just like she had thought. Jorge wasn't a bad cop, he wasn't a bad cop at all. To the credit of the woman who had approached after the phone call, she said as much to Max.
Quin liked her better already.
Introductions made, Quin held out a hand to Noel. "Nice to meet you." she said. They were adults, they could work together, even if Max had neglected to mention certain details. This was the first time he'd put something like this together. "I'm just here to give Max a hand with his troubles. I'm not interested in anything else." there, hopefully the woman's fears about cops would be assuaged. Quin definitely wasn't here in any kind of official NYPD capacity.
Into the car Quin climbed as the other woman got into the back. It looked like there was room so she scooted the seat back a bit. Long legs and road trips didn't necessarily mix very well.
Max had pointed out that there were burgers and stuff in the back seat. "I brought some organic snacks too, if anyone wants them."
A quick handshake was in order. Noel nodded her agreement with Quin's statement that she was just here to help.
"Same." She grunted. "Max helped me. I have the time and skill to help him back."
Noel slid into the back of car. The velvety, umami embrace of beef greeted her and immediately Max was forgiven of all wrong doing. Noel could have wept for joy. Hamburgers. Full fat, grease-laden hamburgers. How long had it been? Half a year at least.
"Aww, Max. You shouldn't have."
Quin could keep her froofy snacks. Noel was ready to welcome the food coma. She grabbed a burger and swung her legs to the side because the entire back seat was her domain. She wasn't kidding about napping either.
Posted by Grav Bomb on May 19, 2017 8:01:04 GMT -6
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The tension seemed to have faded from both of the women. For now. Max gave a weary sigh as he got int the drivers seat. Quin pushed her seat back and Max gave a longing look at the comfy back seat that Noel was spreading out in. He hoped the pair would be comfy as he drove, given he was already basically exhausted. He punched the radio and some jazz flowed through the speakers as Quin offered snack.
"Thanks Q but I'll stick to the fattening stuff. I like to toughen my arteries up, don't want them going soft on me now." He said lifting a hand over the headrest in a grabbing motion for Noel to pass him a burger.
-"Aww, Max. You shouldn't have"
"Consider it me taking you out to dinner first. If you need to borrow memories in the job I'd like to at least feel like a gentleman." He joked.
Once you'd had a total platonic make out session with someone for the sake of teaching them English you kinda found a certain level of familiarity with them. Or at least that was Max's experience.
He eased the SUV into traffic in front of a blue family car and they hit the road.
Posted by Quincy Archer on May 19, 2017 8:40:58 GMT -6
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"Suit yourself, and how many times do I have to tell you that my name is Quin?" Quin said, voice more resigned that peeved, settling in and pulling the bag of organic coconut bites from her bag. They smelled heavenly and tasted like coconut cookies. She glanced over the seat, once they got going she'd eat a burger too, but for now she had enough.
Dinner first? Memories? Gentleman? Oh, so was it like that? Iiiiinteresting. Quin glanced over at Max, she hadn't pegged him for the type of guy who would go for older women...not that the woman in the back seat was old, she was probably about Quin's age...just older than Max, which wasn't difficult by any stretch of the imagination. To each their own.
Something else the kid said seemed interesting...something about memories. Was the other woman in the car a mutant as well? What an interesting combination they all made.
Out into traffic they all pulled, and Quin fiddled with her phone for a moment before asking, "Do we need a mission brief of any kind? I know we have several hours, but if we need to iron out any details we should probably get to it."
Noel supplied a burger into Max's gimmie-gimmie hands.
She snorted, but made no comment about Quin's insistence on being called by her name. Her snort could have been mistaken for a laugh at Max's dad joke. In fact, it half was, but Quin wasn't even her fullname, a realization that made Noel's eyebrows draw down in concentration.
She studied Quin's profile from the back seat. Max had said her name. She'd even seen the woman face to face, but hearing her say her own name had stirred a memory that she had very carefully tried to forget.
The angle was wrong, she decided. She hadn't recognized her because she wasn't-- Noel shut that thought down HARD. Mortified. She was absolutely mortified to learn that she was socially obligated to be trapped in a vehicle with none other than Quincy Archer.
Quin, who was Nate's ex-girlfriend.
Nate had given Noel free reign to peek into his history. He was like a brother before then, but afterward they'd slipped into a bond of familiarity that came from shared knowledge and frank admission. And Nate. Nate had loved her and then left her.
> "...If you need to borrow memories on the job I'd like to at least feel like a gentleman."
"Oh my God." She had to wrap up her burger and set it down. Actually, she kinda wanted to crawl into a hole and die, especially after Quin so helpfully reminded her that they had several hours for Noel to try not to review the memories of living with and loving her.
Could one die of embarrassment? Noel sank down in her seat.
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"Suit yourself, and how many times do I have to tell you that my name is Quin?"
Max gave a boyish smirk.
"Oh it is? I had no ideas. My apologies Q. I'll be sure to take that into advisement Q." He joked.
He took a bite of his burger as Noel let out a small exclamation. He looked at her in the rear view mirror and saw her set her burger aside unfinished. He raised a quizzical brow but didn't ask what was wrong. Noel looked pale, uncomfortable, and Max figured if she was going to talk about it she would. He didn't want to pry.
Instead Quin and Noel asked for a game plan. While moving the vehicle along Max placed his burger in his left hand and with his right opened the middle console and produced a pair of folders that he set on the arm rest after closing the console back.
"I found the graveyard I was buried in and the plot number. I have shovels in the back. We should be in town by nightfall so my plan was some friendly innocent grave robbing. Dig up my grave and see what's there. Noel if you can come up with anything while we are there that could help too." He began.
"After that I figured tomorrow we could make a trip to my parents house. I won't go in but you two can go talk to them and see if they know anything. Other than that I've got nothing." He concluded.
He gave the women a look as he continued to eat and drive.
"I'm open to suggestions and additions." He said simply," also you both know what I can do but it might be worth filling each other in about your abilities."
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jun 7, 2017 15:00:41 GMT -6
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Quin clenched her teeth. Having promised to help, it would have been inappropriate to either get out of the car or punch the driver in the face. An object lesson in the proper way to address someone helping you would simply have to wait.
The blond in the back seat made some noise, and Quin watched Max watch her through the rear view mirror. The moment passed and Quin shrugged her shoulders, crunching on more coconut almond brittle and contenting herself with the fact that she wasn't the one trying to navigate New York City traffic.
When the game plan was requested, Max pulled out two folders that he sat on the center console of the SUV. Quin picked one up and flipped it open as the kid talked.
Grave robbing? Nothing like starting out strong on the whole "breaking the law" thing. What if there was a body in the grave? What were they going to do then? Quin didn't voice her question, considering the fact that in all liklihood the body in question was driving their car.
Then they were going to talk to his parents. God. This was going to be a delightful trip.
Honestly though, the bones of the plan were good enough. Max had prepared the tools they'd need for the digging and talking to his parents was probably the best thing they could do. It seemed like all of the ducks were in a row.
"What do you know about local law enforcement?" she asked, shunting off the question about powers for right now. "Do they have a heavy presence in town? Will they recognize you if they see you? Will a group of out-of-towners in a dark SUV draw attention?" It was important to know if they were going to avoid the sort of notice that would make them easy to pick out once the grave had been dug up.
As for her powers.
"I can do things with synthetics. I can sort of feel them, push them, pull them, make them into new things." That was enough show and tell. It got the point across.
Oh. They had nifty folders. Noel waited until Quin had picked one and then pulled the second folder toward herself. She had a nervous flutter for a moment that she didn't know how to read, but that was silly. Max gave Noel her language back.
She skimmed through it while Quin asked the questions. She was on point and dogged as ever. Of course she took the police angle. "If the police come across us in the act, I can probably divert them." Noel was glad for that perspective and interested to note that she didn't bat an eye at commiting a felony. Or... was it eve a felony? Noel wasn't read up on grave desecration/robbing, she was only sure that it didn't look good.
"I eat memories and I'm a walking lie detector." Noel reported as she flipped a page in the folder. "So, as much as it won't be fun to see Mom and Dad all sad, I'll know if they say something that's off." Shoot. She totally forget they felt like her Mom and Dad. "Doubly so since I have your memories."
Synthetics... like... oil? Noel opened her mouth to ask, but car whizzed by with a rather loud muffler. Ugh. Where were the police when you needed them? They had to be going like 20 over the speed limit.