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...?
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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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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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Tarin was finally starting to relax, however slowly, in her arms, and Lee was extremely glad for that fact. She hated seeing Tarin like that, and the fact that he was still appearing panicked and scared, even though they were there together and there didn't seem to be anything going on at the moment, and neither of them were hurt, was really starting to scare Lee.
And then something Tarin said made a slight panicking start in Lee.
Cops? Tarin wanted to call the cops? Really? What in the world was Tarin thinking, involving the police, even if there was a dead body in the back alley? Hadn't there been an ex-cop in their apartment just days earlier trying to kill Tarin?
But they truly weren't at any fault this time, right? Right? Tarin hadn't said anything this time about a merge, and she hadn't seen any merge since she had met Tarin that had ended without her. They really weren't at fault other than simply being there, right? Right.
And Lee had already taken care of her 'legal status' there in the States. Well, maybe not completely yet, since things like Green Cards did take time, but she'd seen a lawyer to make sure she'd done everything properly, and Mr. Greene had told her everything was all set and not to worry about it...
"Call the cops?" Lee questioned quietly as she felt Tarin pulling away from her once more to sit up properly. She couldn't help it, it was just so wrong compared to how not just her life with Tarin, but her life in general, had been.
Tarin was continuing, though, and the moment that he said he'd hit his head, again, Lee's hands were reaching out once more to gently feel the back of his head. There was no blood, but with him having hit his head, that didn't mean he hadn't really been hurt.
Lee paused, her hands still lightly touching the back of Tarin's head, her eyes staring into Tarin's in shock, when she heard his last comment, though. "Sorrow incarnate?" Lee then asked, her brows pulling together in confusion. Starting to move again, Lee let her fingers continue their examination of Tarin's head, finding a fairly large bump there. Not the largest she'd ever found on his head, not by a long shot, thankfully, and there was no blood, but there was a definite bump. "What the hell does that mean?"
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Lee was still checking him over, and instead of it freaking him out like it had before, it was comforting and Tarin sat still while Lee felt for the spot where he'd hit his head. She found it and Tarin winced slightly at the pressure her fingers put there, even if it was gentle.
Lee seemed startled that he suggested they call the cops, "What else are we going to do Lee? We can't just leave her out there..." Tarin paused and frowned deeply, "It's not pretty." he shivered and moved to run his hand through his hair, but stopped, looking at the blood he'd smeared from his face onto the palm and let it drop. His heart was slowing now that he was taking normal breaths again and he looked up at Lee.
Lee spoke again and Tarin shuddered again, trying to work out how to explain the man that had been in the shop earlier. "I don't know what the hell that's supposed to mean. I just know he came in here all creepy like...demanded I make that poor woman visible...then when she messed up his shirt he blasted me with some craziness from his hand then took off his shirt and smashed it in my face."
Tarin stared over Lee's shoulder where the ghost of the woman had gone back to weeping and clawing at her face. "He did something to me though Lee...when that energy...hit me...it hurt...and the feelings. I'm a lot better now...but..." he broke off, swallowing hard and taking another deep breath. "It was awful Lee, I've never felt anything like it."
It did make sense, it really actually did, but even though things had changed, calling the cops still felt, deep down, like the exact last thing that should ever be done. In any situation.
Tarin was right, though. They couldn't just leave the dead body of the woman out in the alley behind their shop. For one, it wasn't right. For another, it would just make problems even worse when the cops did find her, and they had to find her at some point.
He didn't know what the guy had meant either, but had never in his life felt the way he had after the energy bolt hit him? Again, what the hell was that supposed to mean? This guy - who had killed a woman behind the shop? - shot some sort of energy thing at Tarin, which not only made him hit the wall, but also made him feel things that had led to making him look as he had when she walked into the shop? That panicked, that scared, not wanting her to touch him at first, and then clinging to her almost tighter than Lee could ever remember Tarin holding her.
Taking a deep breath, Lee nodded. "Are you ok to walk?" Lee asked, reaching out to help Tarin stand if he thought he was alright to do so. "Did you want to go start cleaning up, and I'll meet you back there after I grab the phone?"
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Tarin's heart rate was finally back to normal and he looked up at Lee and nodded his head when she suggested he go and clean up. Shakily, he pushed himself to his feet against the wall and stood for a moment, making sure the slight throbbing pain in his head didn't increase with an upright position. There wasn't much to clean up, just the bloodstained shirt in the trash can and his blood smeared face. As he moved away from Lee, he looked down at it and was unable to conceal the harsh shudder that ran through him.
"We're going to have to get rid of this somehow." he said, realizing that having a blood covered shirt in the shop when the police arrived was probably not going to be a good idea. Tarin started to get a little paranoid, "What if she smeared blood somewhere else?" he said, still staring at the shirt as it seemingly glared at him from the trash can. "What if her blood is in the shop somewhere. I was alone in here...they're probably going to want to search the place."
Tarin was shaking again as he stood there and the overwhelming instinct to run and not stop until he was sure nobody would find him was pulling him. "I'm going to wash my face." he said and turned to walk to the bathroom without another word. Once inside with the door shut and locked, Tarin turned on the water and braced his hands on either side of the sink, staring into the mirror. His face was pale and drawn and the blood was smeared from cheek to cheek, crossing over his nose like some kind of macabre war paint.
Tarin stared at himself, wondering what exactly had happened to him and whether or not he should be as scared of this situation as he was. The water was running in the sink, down the drain and Tarin stared, wondering if it was a good idea to wash his face here, but not sure what another alternative was. The panic started to well up again and Tarin fought it down, trying to think clearly of a way to get himself clean without getting the woman's blood anywhere else.
Back out of the bathroom Tarin went, grabbing the shirt from the trash can and returning to the running water and leaving the door open this time. The shirt really was expensive, the label gave that away if the obviously expensive material didn't. Finding a clean spot on the shirt, Tarin let the water run over it, then went to work, using it to clean the smeared blood from his face. As the blood came away, reason returned and Tarin took a deep breath. The woman had obviously inflicted the damage to herself, the police weren't stupid. In fact, from what he'd seen, the New York City Police force was one of the finest in the country, even if Rupert had worked there at some point.
Face finally clean, Tarin sighed and stared in the mirror again, then checked the clock on the shower radio that still hung in the bathroom, it was only 11:00 am.
Lee saw Tarin nod at her suggestion that he get cleaned up, much relieved that he appeared to be much calmer now than he had been even minutes earlier.
Calmer, definitely yes, but that didn't mean he was steady. Letting her hands slip from where they were on Tarin's face down to his arms, Lee helped him up to his feet.
"We're going to have to get rid of this somehow. What if she smeared blood somewhere else? What if her blood is in the shop somewhere. I was alone in here...they're probably going to want to search the place."
Lee sighed slightly as she heard Tarin's voice, walking the couple steps over to where he had moved to. He had just started to calm down, and now he was worrying, starting to panic, once more. Though, as she heard what Tarin was worrying about, Lee had to admit that maybe there was a very good reason for it.
Blood in the shop...There had been lots of that over the last year and a half. Way too much blood in the shop. But for the most part it had all been Tarin's blood that had been spilt in the shop in the past. Taking a quick glance around, Lee didn't see any fresh blood other than what was smeared across Tarin's face, and what was on that shirt she hadn't seen before that day. "I don't see any more," Lee said softly, taking another small step toward Tarin. "I'm sure it'll be ok."
And then Tarin was walking away, toward the back, saying he was going to go wash his face, and Lee watched him go. He may be shaky, yes, but especially after how many fights they had had about this issue, Lee was rather sure Tarin wouldn't be impressed if she were to actually help him back to the bathroom.
Instead, Lee followed Tarin into the back taking a round about path, stopping first to lock the door to the shop and flip the sign off, then over to the counter to grab the cordless phone. But she didn't dial yet, didn't actually make any calls yet. It made sense to be calling the police, perfect sense when she thought about the situation rationally, but there was still that worry ingrained in her from the last 10 years where at best involving the cops might result in more problems, and at the worst could have at one point gotten her thrown into the camps.
It made sense, yet Lee was still hesitant about actually calling them. So instead she settled on the compromise of grabbing the phone and following Tarin into the back.
Only to find that he had locked himself in the bathroom. Not simply had he closed the door, but he had actually locked it.
As Lee stood there, the phone held in one hand, she frowned in worry. Why would he be locking himself in like that, she wondered. Unfortunately, it's not like she hadn't ever seen blood before. Even more unfortunately, it wasn't like she hadn't cleaned up worse messes than what was currently on Tarin. She knew Tarin didn't like that fact, but still, why would he lock himself in...
Lee was just raising her hand to knock on the door when Tarin pulled it open and walked out, the blood still covering his face, though the water was running in the sink.
Once again, Lee followed Tarin, though much more directly this time as he made his way back to the front of the shop, grabbed the bloody shirt out of the garbage can, and returned to the bathroom.
At least he didn't lock the door this time, and Lee followed him all the way back to the bathroom, leaning back against the door frame as she stood just inside looking at Tarin.
"We do still have cloths and towels here, Tarin," Lee said softly as a reminder. He really didn't have to wash his face with a small corner of a bloody shirt. Yes, it would mean throwing away another cloth, but really, Lee thought with a slight frown as she looked across the small bathroom at Tarin, she'd kind of gotten used to that by this point.
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Tarin didn't even notice Lee shadowing him as he made his way through the shop on the errands that the lingering panic commanded he perform. It was weird, since they'd met, whenever Lee was in the room Tarin's attention had pretty much been focused on her. At the moment, it was like she wasn't even there.
She was carrying the phone around, but hadn't called the cops yet. In hindsight Tarin would realize what a good idea that had been because if the cops had shown up with him wandering around and freaking out the situation would not have ended well. As it were, Tarin finished and let his arm fall to his side, the shirt still clenched in his fist.
Lee had spoken and Tarin hadn't replied, not until he was finished getting the blood off his face and was sure he'd done it as cleanly as possible. "I know we have towels." he said, finally turning to Lee, the air in the shop feeling cool on his face. "But we were just talking about how we wanted to make sure none of her blood was on anything. It's already on the shirt...now we just need to figure out what to do with it."
Tarin sighed and moved backwards, seating himself on the edge of the tub and eyeing the phone in Lee's hand. "You haven't called yet." he commented, knowing that she hadn't, "I'm worried about it too, but we can't just leave a dead body lying in the alley. I was thinking, she obviously did what she did to herself Lee, and in some ways, that's the worst part, but there's really no way anyone could draw another conclusion."
Logic helped, there was no way to argue with the scenario Tarin had played out in his head. "As risky as it seems to call the police, I think it's our only choice...because at this point, it's more risky not to call them."
Tarin didn't say anything about her reminder that they still had cloths in the shop that he could use instead to clean himself up. He just stood there, cleaning the blood off his face with the shirt he was holding in his hands.
Only when he was finished did Tarin turn to her, speak to her. And it did make sense. Virtually every time before this that Lee had had to clean up blood, at least in the shop, it had been Tarin's blood. The one time, in their apartment, that it hadn't been Tarin's blood, it didn't really matter about getting the blood on towels or anything, it had already been all over the place.
Lee nodded at Tarin's reasoning. It did make sense, the less stuff that this woman's blood was on, the better.
Tarin was sitting on the tub now, and with a frown, Lee couldn't help but remember the last time he'd been sitting there, blood being cleaned up. "No, I haven't," she said slowly, softly, as she stepped forward. "I know it makes sense to call, but..." Lee trailed off as she shook her head.
Then she stepped forward, closing the remaining distance between them. Crouching down in front of Tarin, Lee set the phone on the edge of the tub beside him and took the shirt from his hand. After searching for a still clean, yet wet area, Lee lifted it to Tarin's face and wiped at a small spot of blood he had missed by his ear. It had really been smeared, hadn't it?
"And what do we say to the cops?" Lee asked, her hands pausing momentarily as she looked into Tarin's eyes. "What do we say about knowing she's out there?"
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Lee admitted that she hadn't called the police yet and Tarin just nodded, it wasn't necessarily something that had to happen right that second...just soon. Pretty soon. "I know it doesn't feel right, but we have to remember that we didn't do anything wrong, so we really don't have anything to worry about."
Tarin let Lee take the shirt from him as she came up to him next to the tub. He also leaned into her touch as she assumedly removed a spot of blood that he'd missed in the mirror. He looked up at her and watched her face as she helped. Then she asked what they would say to the cops.
Tarin thought for a few minutes, then shrugged, "I'll say I went to take the trash to the dumpster and found her." He looked up and thought about the spirit that was probably still out in the front of the shop, then looked back down to meet Lee's eyes. "We can't just leave her out there. Besides, it's not like we've had the cops here a lot. They're not going to think anything out of the ordinary...and like I said. We didn't do anything wrong. "
Lee could only nod to Tarin as he reminded her that they hadn't done anything wrong. They hadn't done anything wrong this time, nothing wrong that could be traced back to Tarin having done, whether it was him or a spirit merged with him, right?
Tarin didn't seem to mind her wiping off the spot of blood he'd missed. He simply sat there and looked at her. How many more times during the rest of their lives together was she going to have to do something like this? It was sad that she was already this familiar and used to cleaning blood off Tarin after what most people would consider to be such a short time.
He was taking the trash out and saw the body? Lee cocked her head to the side to look at Tarin as she thought about it. That might work. That would explain how they knew the body was out there without (hopefully) putting any blame on themselves.
Hopefully it would work. Though Lee still wasn't completely sure about the whole calling the police thing.
Still, she nodded and pushed herself back to her feet. "Alright, Tarin," Lee said, handing the bloody shirt back to him. "I'll call, you figure out what to do with that."
This was going to be hard, Lee couldn't help but think as she grabbed the phone once again and stepped away from the tub. Looking down at the phone as she walked out of the bathroom, Lee wondered what emotions she should be showing on the phone. Upset, for sure, but just how upset?
Taking a deep breath, Lee turned the phone on and started to dial.