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.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Site adaptation by Sen, Lix, and Tempest. <3
Poking the Mansion's secrets to see if they wiggle
((ooc: This thread takes place pre-Calley/Slate-splintering, for any who may have forgotten. ))
With a brief scampering back the way they’d come, and with-great-dignity-ducking behind the corner, and with an alarming lack of theme music, CalleyCat evolved into Don’tCheckUnderTheKiltBoy.
Proudly did he strut his stuff on the catwalk. Yeah, on the catwalk. He did a little turn, and planted his plaid posterior into the Seat of Headgear.
“This, friends,” he stated, “is the moment of Poking.” He lowered the helmet down. And began to poke. That button, and that one, and that one (with gratuitous gestures for his team mates to go ahead and help; for lo, there were many buttons, and he was only one KiltBoy). Lights came on overhead. The room got extra shiny. This being a rewarding result, the poking continued.
The poking continued, in fact, until the helmet began to hum. At which point
SPLITTING HEAD PAIN BOARD STIFF JERK IN SEAT OWW—
—What?
This was all quite interesting. There were images; mutant children fighting over the remote in the living room, a large red man nefariously putting together a cosplay costume across town, a mutant resistance meeting in Romania, a—
To repeat: splitting head pain. Slight twitch of their left leg. Face plant on control panel that pulled their head blissfully out of the helmet.
Ghost had thought about it only briefly. She was already feeling so ridiculous in her over-wide leather jumpsuit that ducking down and putting a bright shiny silver thing on her head seemed like a deal breaker. Plus the helmet was attached to things. Big wires were holding it sort of in squatting range for Ghost. Her eyes traced them up until she could no longer visually tell where they went. Until she'd figured out where those went, it just didn't seem like a good idea for any of them to-- "Uhh. Calley?"
Calley was either the bravest or the stupidest because he put the helmet on without a backward glance. They were way over their heads here, but no one seemed to be drowning just yet. And nothing swam out of the dark and ate Calley for wearing the silly hat either.
He said to poke buttons. Which was obviously not a good idea, but nothing was happening. And this was apparently what they had been looking for. And it deserved a good poke. Maybe it was broken? So finally she gave in tentatively at first and then when not much seemed to be happening visually, Ghost chased the buttons that lit up in response to earlier button pushing. It was like follow the leader or simon says except without any real pattern.
Humming? Who was humming? Oh, but Calley suddenly transformed into a more board-like version of himself. Oh crap! They had to poke more buttons and make it stop!
Poke-of-mass-confusion-and-hysteria! The lights dimmed again after some artful panic mashing. Many years of attempted gaming had apparently done her some good.
"Oww."
"Well, was it worth the poke?" She probably did not succeed in keeping the skepticism out of her voice, but then she hadn't told anybody anything that warranted an 'i told you so.' So she had to be content in making sure the master cat's brain hadn't been zapped to pieces. Oww was a good start, but did not speak the volumes of okayness that she would have liked it to. "Can we take the silly hat off now?" She was actually a little afraid to touch it. It had zapped the master. It could very well still zap her.
It was almost as if they had reached the final dungeon only to find that the final boss wasn't in it. Had they forgotten to complete a step along the way? Was there one more step they were supposed to complete before it appeared? Nope, they just needed their cat to change back into his human self and bravely go forth to start poking at this newly discovered mansion secret. When he requested help with the poking, the little aviator was more than willing to help, especially once things started making noises and the room lit up like an inside out disco ball. That was cool.
At least, it was cool until Calley stiffened and Ghost panic-mashed buttons until everything went quiet and dark again. Then Calley collapsed on the console. He wasn't unconscious though, because he said “ow”. Being conscious was always a good sign.
“What happened? What did it do? ... And are you okay?” While Ghost sounded a little skeptical, Katrina sounded more curious than concerned. They had poked and Calley seemed okay, she wanted to know what happened!
There was a cough, and a slow, slow, slow rise back to sitting. One eye twitched erratically around the edges. The other stared at Ghost sagely.
“The poke,” the team’s rogue stated, “is always worth it.” Always.
>> “What happened? What did it do? ... And are you okay?”
Aviator Kat, well knowing that Calley answered her questions in reverse, had cleverly put the most important one at the very end.
Calley straightened his kilt out over his knees, with a great display of dignity. “My curiosity,” he intoned, by way of status report, “has been temporarily satiated.” And his looming migraine quota was quite full. This, friends-who-could-go-incorporeal, was not to be confused with regretting the poke. Never.
“There were pictures in my head!” He beamed, with minimal follow-up wincing and head-rubbing. “I think an Abyssi is up to no good, and someone’s stealing from tonight’s desserts, and the Mansion has the creepy capacity to spy on everyone!”
This was all spoken, of course, with a tone of great delight. No regret, She Who Was Not Saying ‘I told you so’. None. Just so we’re clear.
Pictures in his head? Ghost nodded along like someone who would nod along with the crazy person who was about to jump off of the ledge some 15 stories up. Zapping be damned, Ghost reached for the hat and then had to stop when he said the Mansion could spy on people. "Spy?" She thought about what Calley had said. He saw people, people he knew, possibly some he didn't.
Ghost snatched the hat off his head and contemplated it for a brief moment. "Would the Mansion really spy on people? Without them knowing?" Should they break it? Could she try it? She'd never heard of anything like this. No one told her there was a room hidden away down here behind alligator pits and thrown spears and all manners of hell. A holographic Sam was proof that someone here at the mansion did, though. So what did this all mean? Ghost shook her head. She had no idea. And no mind for intrigue.
And then something else clicked. "What do you mean temporarily satiated?" Ghost held the funny hat and wires out of easy reach. He wasn't putting the hat back on. Try as he might, Ghost was taller. And she wold hold it out of his reach and make him jump for it if she had to.
Calley's eye was twitching... with excitement? She didn't blame him. From the sound of it, this was some sort of spy machine that put pictures of people from all over right into your head. It was both creepy and weird that the mansion could do that. Who was it they were spying on?
>>>"Would the Mansion really spy on people? Without them knowing?"
Katrina shrugged, with a bounce of excitement, “It wouldn't be very good spying if people knew they were being spied on.”
She wanted to try it, too. Bounce. The spy machine taunted her. Ghost was keeping the helmet up and away, though, and there had been a wince and a head rub from Calley, albeit a minimal one. Bounce, bounce.
“If the mansion has something like this hidden in the basement, do you think they have other secrets, too?” She bet they did. You know how they could figure it out? By using the spy machine.
“Can I try it next?” Her question was punctuated with one final bounce of excitement and a hopeful look up at Ghost. Please?
>> “It wouldn't be very good spying if people knew they were being spied on.”
It was... right there. Above his head.
>> “If the mansion has something like this hidden in the basement, do you think they have other secrets, too?”
Above his head, where the Kat-bouncing couldn’t quite reach. Above both their heads. It was... it was...
>> “Can I try it next?”
...Suddenly, it was a good idea to grab it again.
Calley pounced. If this pounce happened to pull the Helmet of Pain and Spying and Pain down onto one of his companions’ heads, he could not be blamed for it. Ghost had taken it out of poking reach. Epic Adventurers cannot turn such a challenge down. Not while they still have strength left in their fingers, and the Fires of Unnecessarily Awesome Actions in their well-planned souls.
Ghost bit her lip when Kat pointed out that spying wasn't spying if the person knew about it. That was supposed to be a uh- rhetorical question. Yeah. These young ones just didn't understand. Ghost moved the shiny hat of spy glory a little higher and a little more out of reach. It made her grip on it a bit precarious, but she really didn't trust that glint in Calley's eye. It was the kind of glint that promised a scheme.
She pondered what other glories the Mansion might have hidden and was caught off guard by Katrina's question. "You want to try it?" She looked at the hat and then looked at Katrina. It had done something to Calley, it could do something to Katrina. Ghost thought it might even possibly hurt her. "I don't think that is a good idea." If Ghost wouldn't risk it on her own head then she certainly wouldn't risk it on Katrina's head. Not on purpose anyway.
Calley pounced and the hat went through Ghost's fingers and came right back down toward the moving Calley's head... except that it was too sideways to settle on his head correctly. Instead, it bounced a little and practically jumped into Katrina's ready and waiting hands.
There was a bit of commotion as Calley lunged for the hat like a cat after a string. Then, the hat was quite suddenly in her hands. There was only one thing to be done. She pulled the aviator goggles down over her eyes and the helmet over her head.
Ghost might have mentioned something about this not being the best idea ever, but if Calley was fine, she would be too. There was no turning back now. She was the team leader. She was Aviator Kat. She was fearless, and it was her responsibilty to make sure the machine was safe in case Ghost wanted to try it. Never mind that their rouge had already test run it once. They needed to be extra certain before they could risk their mage's pretty white haired head.
“Never fear,” she announced. Then, rather than randomly mashing the buttons and fiddling with the dials like Calley had done, she left it on the same settings and simply pressed the one button that Calley had pressed right before he'd gone board-like.
A slight hum was all the warning she got before the machine began flooding her head with more images and colors than it was meant to hold in one instant. Image on top of image on top of image. There were people with auras glowing in colors she'd never seen before, each color seemingly signifying a power normally hidden deep within them, invisible to the normal eye. They were glowing so brightly the colors hurt her head, searing directly into her brain. Beautiful and painful.
Her eyes went wide and she gasped. Then the colors faded into blackness.
When Aviator Kat opened her eyes again, she was looking up at the inside of the helmet and the ceiling beyond that. They were both a little foggy looking, and she realized that it was because of the goggles that still covered her eyes. They fact that they were spinning a little probably had nothing to do with the goggles.
“Yeah,” Calley said, in comradely agreement. He looked down at their team leader. Past the aviator goggles, her eyes were open, and semi-coherently-focusing on something-over-there-no-wait-maybe-there. This was clearly a clear sign of a clear-cut clarity: poking buttons was awesome. Landing on the floor was merely a byproduct of awesome.
The team’s kilted rogue picked up the helmet, and offered it to their Paladoubter. “Want a go?”
Frown. A frown on you all! Katrina had risked her little blond head! But... that little mind hadn't exploded. She looked about as fuzzy brained as Calley now and the cat-boy-man offered it to her like it was an illegal substance.
"What if it brainwashed you?" She eyed them suspiciously.
Paranoid glances between the two of them did her no favors. Kat's eyes seemed a bit glassy and Calley... Well, Calley was full of poking mischief! He was going to poke her into frying her own brain into submission to the bright and shiny lights!
"Never!" Ghost took the vile helmet of evil temptations from her comrades and tried to throw it into the darkness as a dramatic gesture.
There were two distinct problems with this gesture. One, Ghost wasn't the strongest pitcher. Two, the vile helmet of evil temptations was connected to the ceiling by wires.
Ghost's moment of triumph turned quickly into a moment of ah!duckit'scomingback! Ghost tackled Calley out of the way and into Kat for safety. Too bad the helmet swung back at a mockingly slow and harmless pace.
“I don't feel brainwashed,” Aviator Kat piped up from the floor. It was true. Her brain felt no cleaner than it had been before. Or had Ghost meant something else with that phrase? Whatever hidden meaning she had intended, it was lost on the dizzy young teen. It didn't much matter, because a moment later Calley was trying to convince Ghost to take a turn, and Ghost was refusing. Refusing with poor helmet pitches and catpile styled tackles. Maybe Ghost should have gone out for sports when she was younger.
“Oof,” she responded to the tackle. Neither Calley nor Ghost weighed too terribly much, but Aviator Kat didn't have very much in the way of cushioning either. With Calley's elbow crushing what must be her spleen and Ghost's knee pinning down her arm, she watched the helmet swing mockingly overhead.
Posted by Cheshire on Aug 22, 2009 21:55:13 GMT -6
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Sept 24, 2018 19:41:05 GMT -6
Calley
>> "What if it brainwashed you?"
“Pssh!” The team rogue psshingly psshed. “I think I would know if—”
>> "Never!"
Helmet throw!
TACKLE!!
>> “Oof,” !!!
There was something squishy under his elbow, and something Ghostie on his back. Calley felt this an appropriate time to reiterate his lack of cranial washing:
“Brainsss...” He declared, one hand reaching back to grope at Ghost’s brain-pan. Delicious, delicious brain pan, for the stewing of delicious, delicious brains. Who needed to clean theirs, when they came individually wrapped?