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 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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With a slight lift of her expression, she grinned, her head tilting in the opposite direction to give him a curious look, mimicking his noise. “Mhmm?” Jaxon gave a soft breath of short laughter, enjoying the surprisingly easy flow of movement between them.
Venus was a puzzle. How he had learned to dance in such a way, Jaxon couldn’t imagine, but his skill was relaxing for her; not having to worry about who was leading her, and being able to trust him. It was strange how after so short a time knowing him, she somehow felt more herself than with any of her ‘friends,’ probably because she didn’t have to hide parts of herself.
Surprised by his endearment, she raised her eyebrows. “Oh, dear Jaxon is it? Well, sweet Venus, I look forward to your persuasion… maybe I’ll upgrade you to more than enough.” She grinned, whirling on the ball of her foot thanks to her heels.
In that quick scan of the room she was surprised by how the party had seemed to be slowing down. She must have stayed later than she planned.
"Mhmm!" he replied again with a little more emphasis.
~~ “Oh, dear Jaxon is it? Well, sweet Venus, I look forward to your persuasion… maybe I’ll upgrade you to more than enough.”
"Ah, maybe is but a matter of time dear." They naturally flowed through and with the music as it changed and merged into the next. and that seemed to be all he had to say, now he was letting the dance speak his part instead.
((OOC: *sad sigh* I think this thread is winding down, so I’m going to start leading Jaxon out.))
Laughing at his repeated sound, this time with more force, she shook her head. He was cute. Jax was surprised when movement caught the corner of her eye, people gathering their things and leaving. Not only was the party slowing down, it was slowly emptying.
Casting a glance at a large ornate clock, she couldn’t keep the shock off her face. “Speaking of time, how did it get so late?!” She chuckled, her mind going back over the night. Oh yeah, dancing, making out, showing off some mutant powers, chasing down a little imp, more dancing, banter… That explains where the time went.
“You have made tonight much more pleasurable than I imagined it would be…” With a soft smile, Jaxon stretched to give him a soft kiss on the cheek with a smile. “Thank you Venus.”
Posted by Sebastian on May 22, 2009 21:59:16 GMT -6
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The strappy high heeled shoes took their place as spectators on the sidelines of the dance floor. Sebastian tried to memorize which table they were near, so they could find them again easily at the end of the night.
Shoes were funny things. The idea of protecting one's feet from the elements had been around even longer than Sebastian and since those very first sandals, shoes had diversified as much as the people who wore them. He'd seen wooden shoes, leather shoes, plastic shoes, cloth shoes, fur lined shoes, shoes embellished with metal, glass beads, string, feathers, and even precious stones. They were very tied to culture, and the prevalence of shoes in a particular culture seemed to have a lot to do with the economic wealth of the culture in general. He'd lived in places where people went their entire lives without wearing shoes, and in other places touching dirt with one's feet was taboo. In some cultures a single person might own dozens of different pairs of shoes, while in others a person may only owned a single pair their entire life.
Sebastian was equally comfortable with or without shoes. They generally took a bit of getting used to again after a long period of shoelessness, but after that interim was over they didn't bother him at all. If Ghost didn't like to wear them, that was perfectly fine with the unicorn shifter. She could be a sophisticated city slicker or a cordial country girl, it didn't make any difference in his opinion of her character, nor in his enjoyment of her company. He simply nodded at her confession about being unused to the footwear.
>>>"If you're not tired, I'd like to keep going..."
“Of course. The pleasure is all mine.” It had been so long since he had danced, and it was such a pleasure to do so again that Sebastian could have gladly danced all evening. Moving in a tripudiary pattern felt so natural. He loved the way all the motions flowed together in an endless stream. The grace of the dance was what had originally drawn him to begin learning to dance as a hobby, and he'd never stopped.
He'd even taken up martial arts at one point because the saltatory motions and patterns of the practice routines were so similar to dancing. He rarely ever used those skills for their intended purpose of combating an opponent.
>>>"I haven't really gotten to do a thing like this so I'd like to get my money's worth, you know?"
One eyebrow raised itself in surprise. Never? Sebastian couldn't fathom a single reason why no one would have wanted to spin around a dance floor with this charming and graceful sylph in his arms. Perhaps she had previously avoided places where there were opportunities for dancing. It was the only explanation. It would be a shame if she didn't get to dance again, she was really getting the hang of it now.
While Sebastian pondered the impossibility of the eidolon's lack of previous dance partners, Ghost continued:
>>>"Sorry to be glum... Valentine's isn't the friendliest of holidays." ... "I'm kind of daft at some of the lovey-dovey things so it's really bad for me."
She laughed off her own comments, a light and pleasant laugh but not for a light and pleasant reason. She did seem rather saddened by what sounded like romantic misadventures in the past. Perhaps she suffered from a broken heart, one of the conditions that the unicorn man was not fortunate enough to be able to heal. In his experience, only time could really cure that particular ailment, though the company of good friends seemed to aid in the recovery process.
“I hope this St. Valentine's Day is at least a little more friendly than normal.” He wasn't sure if he counted as a friend yet, but he was certainly hoping to count as such in the future. They swirled around and the unicorn man pondered exactly when the point was that an acquaintance became a friend. Had he and Ghost passed that threshold yet? Certainly they'd passed far enough that they could now seek out each other's company rather than rely on chance meetings. At least, he hoped so.
“If you like to dance, we could certainly go again sometime.” His voice was soft, and almost shy sounding. Even after a few thousand years experience talking to girls, he was getting a feeling of butterflies in his stomach.
Venus twirled Jaxon one last time and kissed her hand as she was extended all the way out their dance for the night concluded. he then inclined his head as she stretched to give him a kiss. " I must say the feeling is mutual. Tonight was particularly intriguing and fun. Perhaps I could show you a better night sometime, with out all of the fanfare this one came prepackaged with."
Venus held out his arm." allow me to walk you out?" HE then began to escort her to her chauffeur.
Posted by amaranta on May 26, 2009 10:22:03 GMT -6
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“Well, I am planning to visit your Sanctuary, so we will get the chance for a little less formal fun.” She nodded, taking his arm and walking by his side. Almost immediately when they reached the door her coat and purse were brought to her and she shrugged it over her shoulders without putting her arms through the sleeves.
Stepping out, momentarily blinded by flashbulbs, but thankfully fewer than before thanks to the late hour, she saw her car approach and stop. When the driver came around the car to open the door for her, she gave him a smile then turned slightly to face Venus. “I hope to see you again soon Venus.” With a squeeze on his arm just before she let go, she winked and stepped down, sliding into the back of her towncar with a wave.
Venus Waved her away and turnd back to try to gather up the troops, He wondered where Mercury wondered off too. an if he had had finally gotten rid of that silly shyness he had. It seemed like he could flirt and schmooze as well as the next nutcase....but no he would curl up at their feet like a guardian beast.
He slung Pluto over his shoulder.
He didn't see Jup,merc, mars or saturn. He walked up to Abyss and slid Pluto of his shoulder dropping his drunken body into the void. and the pair walked out and waited for their ride. swapping tales of the night, Abyss as usual was too business professional for his own good.
The dancing resumed regardless of music or pace or other couples swaying on the floor. It was easy to ignore the world when they spun around and had friendly conversation.
“I hope this St. Valentine's Day is at least a little more friendly than normal.”
That was certainly one way of putting it. Ghost ducked slightly. She had a small purse strung onto her arm at the elbow that contained a check with enough money to start a chapter of her life. Perhaps it wasn't exactly 'friendly,' but the check did bring some manor of comfort to her. It was enough to have a clear goal, but now that she had the means to get to that goal there was nothing keeping her from becoming a Manhattan business owner. A flutter of excitement welled in her chest. "With such good friends, how could it not be more friendly?"
Yes, Kaz and Sebastian had saved her from a mundane life here and in the outside world. If she were not already dancing, Ghost might have danced just from sheer happiness. Instead a real and sure smile spread from lip to lip and then ear to ear. She wanted to scoop Sebastian up in a hug and twirl him around like a little kid. The mental image was enough to turn that smile into a grin. She didn't, of course. It would be embarrassing to try and not have the strength.
“If you like to dance, we could certainly go again sometime.”
Again? Ghost peered at Sebastian's face to see what kind of expression went with the soft question. He did not display any specifically suspicious intentions on his face. None that she could decipher anyway and so she relaxed somewhat. "Why not? Maybe I would even wear that shirt you owe me." He had promised her a shirt to make up for the one he'd ripped open even if it was ruined long before he popped off the buttons. Thinking about that scene again make Ghost's cheeks flush. But that was easily passed off as dancing flush... yes, it was from dancing. Just like all the other... dancers...
Ghost realized with a start that they were some of the only people left on the dance floor. Somewhere along the way people had started leaving the party. The music was still going, but it wasn't a band. It was just some pre-recorded playlist that upon closer listening Ghost recognized that they had already heard these songs. They were on the second loop... or more.
Her shoeless feet slowed in pace. "I'm not keeping you, am I?" Truth be told, she had no idea what to do with herself. No doubt CS had gone home with Leila, but she had only joined CS here only indulge his fantasy that he was somehow taking care of her. Silly boy. She was older than him and even if it was only by a few months they somehow mattered. She was obviously fully capable of taking care of herself or at least capable of finding another friend to rely on. Another smile for Sebastian. Perhaps it was time to call it a night. And a very pleasant night at that.
Katrina smiled at Koga's joke about straightening her out. It was a small half mouth upward twitch that was not entirely convincing, but it was a smile nonetheless. He had managed to trick it out of her even though she didn't feel much like smiling.
At least Koga was willing to listen to her rant without judging. At least she didn't think he was judging, he said he didn't mind. Even though she didn't get into all the details, he seemed to understand.
>>>”Well, did you tell him the truth? Fausto, I mean. If ssso, then that isss the best thing for him. And you. If you didn’t, then you’d be just sssetting youself and him up for a bigger upset.”
He was right, of course. It would have been much worse if she hadn't been truthful. Katrina nodded, “Yeah I told the truth. I don't want to deceive anybody, especially not about feelings.” It was difficult to be certain that the truth about emotions was really the truth. Since they got so tangled up, it was sometimes hard to see what the truth behind them really was. She had done her best, though, and she thought that she had done the right thing. That was the best she could do for now.
“Thanks again Ryooichi.”
Perhaps it was the hour or perhaps the dancing, perhaps it was the aftermath or riding an emotional roller coaster all evening, whatever the cause Katrina was getting tired. She yawned deeply and covered her mouth right as Koga asked how long she thought they were allowed to stay out.
“I'm not sure. It already feels like a hundred o'clock. Would you mind if we rested for a little while? I'd like to watch the dancers, but I think I'm all worn out for the evening.”
Katrina led the way over to a couch identical to the one where someone had been playing a game of “Will it Jiggle?” earlier in the evening. Perhaps it was even the same couch; Katrina couldn't tell. It was comfortable enough. She slipped off her fancy shoes and tucked her feet up under herself to keep them warm.
The dance seemed to be winding down. The live music had finished and there were only recorded tunes playing over the speakers now. Only a few couples were still sweeping across the dance floor, but the crowd had thinned considerably. Katrina recognized the the woman with white hair now that she was watching rather than trying to dance; it was Ghost! She still didn't recognize the man she was dancing with though. He had a tail. She sometimes wished she had one of her own.
As she watched the dancers her eyelids got heavier and heavier and she leaned her head on Koga's shoulder. It was so comfortable there with the soft music playing and the dim lighting.
~~“Yeah I told the truth. I don't want to deceive anybody, especially not about feelings.”
~~“Thanks again Ryooichi.”
“Well, then you shouldn’t be so hard on your self. that’s a good thing.” It was kind of interesting given what her mutant abilities caused her to be able to do. The not wanting to be able to decieive anyone… I guess, if that was a quality anyone should have it was her and anytime Katrina.”
~~“I'm not sure. It already feels like a hundred o'clock. Would you mind if we rested for a little while? I'd like to watch the dancers, but I think I'm all worn out for the evening.”
“Actually, that’sss sssoundsss nice, Not that I wouldn’t keep dancing if you wanted, jussst that yeah, I have only been wearing these ssshoesss for ten, twenty minutessss topssss and they are already threatening blissstersss…I don’t undersssstand why dress sssocksss are thin, if dressss ssshoesss are evil blistsser causssing thingsss.”
Koga had most definitely, absolutely never noticed a couch of bouncing and or jello topped models. Nope. He most certainly hadn’t caught him self staring.
--- The pair had actually managed a comfortable, long day, worn out, friendly silence. something that might be rare for a pair of teens that, might or might not have be hormonally charged adolescents. Her head settled on his shoulder and he did his best to keep his heart rate normal and his breathing at a steady pace…He reached up with one hand and loosened his bow tie, before too long, his head was rested on hers and their hands may or may not have been laying on top of one another. But he was most certainly asleep and not simply falling asleep. “ happy Valentine’s” he breathed almost silently as he really fell asleep.
Posted by Sebastian on Jun 10, 2009 0:34:39 GMT -6
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>>>"Why not? Maybe I would even wear that shirt you owe me."
Sebastian smiled broadly, both at her acceptance and the playful reminder that he still owed her a shirt. Of course he would make her a new shirt, there was just one thing he needed to know.
“Tell me, do you prefer cotton or silk?” Actually, he probably needed her measurements, too. He could probably get pretty close to the right size by guessing, but to find a perfect fit he would need to either find out her exact size or have her try it on after it was finished and see what kind of adjustments would be needed.
Ghost slowed and looked around. Sebastian noticed a moment after she did that they were the only ones left dancing. The band had left long ago and some sort of album was playing. Even the caterers in their crisp white aprons were starting to clear the buffet tables so they could go home soon.
>>>"I'm not keeping you, am I?"
“I have no where else to be, other than in bed. I suppose we should leave so they can finish shutting everything down for the night.” There was a young man leaning on a wide broom with an impatient expression on his face. Up on the balcony a young woman was already unpinning pink and red banners. Balloons were herded to a single spot. Dripping ice sculptures made their way to a back room somewhere on carts.
“Wait for a moment.” Sebastian left her standing alone for just a few seconds as he made his way back to where he thought he remembered leaving her shoes. Sure enough, there they were waiting next to one of the tables. A moment later he returned to Ghost's side, bowed low, and offered the shoes up to her. “Your footwear, milady.”
Cotton or silk? She hadn't ever really thought about it. She'd always just bought whatever the mannequin was wearing or what was on sale. And that was usually cotton. "Silk." She felt a little selfish asking for the luxurious fabric. "Uh-Unless you think cotton breathes better, that is." There all bases covered. She'd put the choice on him.
Sebastian trotted off and returned with her forgotten shoes. He returned them in a flourish that Ghost had to wonder about the authenticity of. He had lived through those ages, correct? It was a weird thing to think about. "Thank you, kind sir." She accepted the offensive shoes into her hand and took Sebastian's empty hand to let him know he was allowed to rise. Perhaps he had wanted to help her slip them on, but after dancing the night away the idea of putting them back onto her feet did not appeal to her.
"We'll be out of your way now." Ghost dipped her head to the impatient looking youth with the broom. Youth? Ghost inspected him over her shoulder as she walked absently beside Sebastian toward the door. After a closer look, Ghost realized he couldn't have been younger than she. My, my! Dance with an immortal once and your sense of age gets all screwed up!
As they passed a rather lumpy couch, Ghost realized that there were two Mansion residents sleeping there and she stopped short of the door. "What have we here?" Koga and Katrina. Young love, perhaps. Had no one thought to usher them home? Ghost ran her fingers through her hair (the finger weaves were all but gone by now) and shrugged apologetically to Sebastian. He seemed to understand as Ghost quietly get her hands situated through the pink frills of Katrina's dress. There had to be a good way to pick her up and not flash everyone and Ghost was going to find it.
Katrina was heavier than Ghost expected, but not overly so. Leaned up against her shoulder, the girl only made faint sleep sounds before settling down again. Ghost was glad to be out of her heels for this. Sebastian picked up Koga in a similar manner and the man who opened the door for them was kind enough to hail a cab. Of course he called Ghost a Mrs, but with white hair and an almost grown child in her arms, it was probably a simple mistake to make.