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 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.
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.
Norah's face fell and she hid the partially eaten cookie that she'd swiped from the counter behind her back. Her face contorted slightly as she began to speak, obviously trying to remember the rule that her mother had given her. "Only do it when the dinner sucks."
Natalie nodded proudly, moving behind her daughter to take the cookie out of her hand. The gluten-free, raw sugar makeup of the thing caused it to crumble slightly under her grip. She'd been working hard to teach her the ins and outs of loopholes, and this was an easy beginner one to start with. You only ruin your appetite if you know that what's coming isn't going to be worth waiting for.
"Lucky for you, this dinner does not suck. Can't you smell it?" She moved through the kitchen and began to waft the smell of the pot roast that had been cooking for a while over to the little girl. She was making dinner for three rather than two, and her thoughts had immediately travelled to a pot roast. To her, it seemed like the ultimate family dish and they were finally going to be a family. All together. In one home. It almost seemed like she was imagining it.
She lifted the cookie in the air and then pointed to it with her index finger. "You can have this back later, alright?" She set it down on the countertop in a spot that she knew Norah would be able to reach when the time came, provided that she used some fancy methods to get at it.
"Who's coming? Is it Kaitlyn again?" Norah asked, referring to her favourite babysitter. She'd been told the details of the evening several times already, but she couldn't seem to - or didn't want to bother to - remember.
Natalie shook her head. "No, it's mommy's friend Nate, remember? Don't worry, you'll like him lots. We'll have fun."
There was coffee brewing, wine chilling, and food in the oven. She'd even gotten Norah a juice bottle for the special occasion. All she had to do was wait for-
Natalie sped to the door at the sound of the knock. She stepped carefully over toys that were strewn carelessly over the floor. It was the only part of her life that she'd ever let be messy, and she was actually rather enjoying it.
"Nathaniel, come in," Natalie said as she opened the door. It had come out far more formally than she'd meant for it to. "Norah, come say hello."
Posted by Natalie Ross on Apr 11, 2017 20:27:33 GMT -6
Noel likes this
Delta Mutant
thistle / gainsboro
Straight
Nate
150
135
Jul 15, 2018 16:05:42 GMT -6
Lix
The firm needed more mutant charity cases.
Well, at least, that was the excuse that Natalie's least favourite partner had used when he'd delegated a lost cause to her. A woman, mid-thirties, who was shot by a police officer for aggravated assault with a deadly weapon, grand theft auto, and who knew what else.
Oh, and Natalie's favourite part? She didn't understand language.
How on earth she was supposed to act as a defense attorney for a woman that she couldn't even communicate with, Natalie had no idea. All she knew was that it was something that she had to try and that despite her efforts, it was probably going to end up being a large black mark on her otherwise impeccable history.
Dammit, she knew that Harvey had known what he was doing when he'd given her that case.
She knocked on the door that she'd been directed to and opened it a second later. She wasn't about to wait for some insane woman to tell her to wait until she'd conversed with the fairies or something. No, Natalie was taking any and all charge that she could.
"You must be Noel," Natalie mused as she entered the room, looking down at her files. That was the one thing that the idiot officer had been able to get out of her, according to what little she had on the case. A statement from Office Cervantes would undoubtedly be the next thing on her list.
She stopped just short of the bed that the woman was lying on and frowned. The room, while private, was lacking any sort of amenity or item of comfort. The television had been removed, the dressers were pushed far away, and the pole had even been removed from her I.V. drip. It was just a woman lying pitifully in a bed with a sack of fluid next to her.
Natalie tutted her tongue and pivoted on her heels, headed straight back out from where she came. If she was going to represent a crazy woman, then she would, in the very least, be representing a comfortable crazy woman. She stuck her head out of her door and motioned for a nurse to come. A brown-skinned woman followed her hand signal, and she motioned to the room around her. She looked at her phone while doing so, trying not to seem too invested.
"Fix whatever the hell this is," she told the woman as she gestured to the bare room. "My client's weak right now. She's not going to harm someone with an I.V. pole, for god's sake. If you want, you can handcuff her to the bed, for all I care. Just make this a little better." God, she hoped that she was right about her.
While the nurse went to go get the things that had been removed from Noel's room, Natalie pulled the only chair in the room up next to the bed. She sat down, crossed her legs, and then set her files in her lap. She had a pen in her hand, and her laptop on standby if she needed it. From there, she decided to dive right in. There was no use beating around the bush, especially when she still wasn't sure how much the woman could understand.
"Now, Noel. Do you have a last name? Where were you before your ordeal? What exactly can you give me?"
Posted by Natalie Ross on Apr 11, 2017 20:02:26 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
thistle / gainsboro
Straight
Nate
150
135
Jul 15, 2018 16:05:42 GMT -6
Lix
"Well it is your right," Natalie shrugged and dished a mouthful of her salad onto her fork. In a perfect world, Norah would have no use for a father, and Natalie could use that excuse to be selfish, but that wasn't the case. The girl needed a second parent, and there was the man ready to fit the bill.
For years, she'd only imagined herself walking the girl down the aisle, giving her a car when she turned sixteen, holding a grandchild for the first time. However, as she continued to stare at the man across from her, she could finally picture a different future. Whatever happened, she had vowed to make it the best possible future for her daughter.
As she prevented olives from rolling away from her fork, she thought through her next words. "Let's set the first meeting for tonight. Get it out of the way. I assume that you'll clear your schedule." She wasn't asking him. If he was a sane human being, then the meeting would be one of the most important ones in his life. There was no skinny bimbo on earth that was pretty enough to be worth putting it off for.
On Natalie's side of things, she wanted to get the meeting out of the way as soon as possible. The sooner they got the awkwardness out of the way, the sooner they could work toward getting Norah comfortable around Nate. Then, they could move forward in the process. The last thing she wanted to do was prolong the process any more than was necessary.
Pushing aside her lunch, Natalie took out her laptop and set it on the table. With a practiced speed, she pulled up a legal document and readied her fingers to type.
Posted by Natalie Ross on Apr 7, 2017 9:47:48 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
thistle / gainsboro
Straight
Nate
150
135
Jul 15, 2018 16:05:42 GMT -6
Lix
For a moment, Natalie had the rare experience of doubting her own actions. Devon's cool glance at her had nearly cut her to the core. Perhaps she had interpreted his analogy wrong? What if she had just given away her mutation without reason? With that kind of information, an angered former associate could tear down her entire career in one fell swoop.
However, Devon's cool gaze quickly turned into a wide smile, saving Natalie from her near heart attack. The corners of her mouth turned slightly upwards into a smile, but that would be the only indication that her anxiety had passed. Or that it had occurred in the first place.
From then out, his reaction was almost exactly as she had expected it to be. She could do amazing things. Useful things. Devon would have been a fool to pass up her offer. A fool or someone very good at blackmail. She was certainly glad that it was neither case.
"A mimosa, but just a small one," Natalie said as the pair left the office.
Natalie's face remained impassive as Nate described Sarah. She assumed that he would be seeing someone, even if it wasn't something longterm. With his looks, she would have been more surprised if he'd announced that he was single. Sure, he was attractive when they'd first met, but prison had been good to him. Very good to him.
However, the fact that it didn't surprise her didn't mean that she was particularly thrilled with the idea. Norah was hers, and she was already making a step to share her with another human when introducing her to Nate. She did not want another woman to claim the position that was rightfully hers just because she had her claws lodged in Nate Holloway's skin. If he ever did intend on introducing a woman to Norah, it would have to go through Natalie first.
"I'm glad we're on the same page, then," Natalie nodded curtly at his response. He would not be bringing the woman around anytime soon. Especially given the fact that the news hadn't even been broken to their daughter yet.
Natalie ordered her usual, a cappuccino and a Greek salad, and then made her way over to a nearby table with Nate. She the seat with her back to the window, and then set her item on the table, not touching them right away. The conversation was decidedly more important than an early lunch.
"I'm glad that you've decided that you're going to stick around, but I also want you to know what you're getting into," she began. While she did want Norah to have a father more than anything, she didn't want her to have a father that resented her. She was going to give Nate the option of an out while he still had one. "This isn't a short term thing. This is a forever kind of thing. If you're going to be there, then you will be there when she turns sixteen. You will be there if she walks down the aisle. You will be there if she has kids. If you're in this, then you're not getting out."
She gave him just one more minute to consider his option as she finally opened the plastic container that housed her salad. If there was one thing that could be said about how she was handling the situation, it was that she wasn't forcing him into anything.
Mr. Hadden was certainly committed to his analogy. Natalie rested her elbow on the table in front of her and then her head on her extended fingers. He seemed entirely at home in the building; like he could walk on air. In fact, he looked as if someone could knock him down a few pegs.
She stayed silent until he stood up to leave. All the while, she retained the same impassive expression, wanting to give away nothing to the man she knew so much, yet so little about. It wasn't until he had reached the end of his seemingly self-promoting speech that she finally shifted around in her seat.
Natalie sat up straight and looked the man dead in the eye. She didn't like to reveal her mutation to many people, since it could be difficult to convince a jury of something based on evidence if they knew she could alter what they saw. However, she knew when she was about to lose an audience.
He wanted her to show him her water? Fine. Perhaps she would show him a waterfall.
The door swung open. Or, at least, Natalie put up an illusion of the door swinging open, revealing the hallway behind it. She racked her brain, trying to come up with all the details of the hallway that she'd travelled down just before. It would look similar, if not nearly the same as the real thing. Only if he were looking very closely would he notice the missing details or slightly obscured angles.
"Of course, Mr. Hadden. I wouldn't want to keep you from whomever you need to go psychoanalyze next," she smiled sweetly. Through the open door, a nondescript man walked into the room, controlled by Natalie. "Unless they've already arrived, that is."
Both illusions fell away, revealing a still closed door underneath. She didn't want to have to continue to concentrate and maintain them when speaking, but she would put up more if need be.
In all honesty, Natalie didn’t like the idea of Norah calling her own father “Mom’s friend from work”, but there didn’t seem to be many suitable alternatives. She didn’t particularly want her to call him “Mr. Holloway”, since that seemed entirely too formal, but simply “Nate” seemed too disrespectful. Still, it was likely the best of the three.
”We’ll start with Nate, and then you can work your way up from there. Unless you have something else that you’d like her to call you. Something not from the realm of ‘dad’, of course,” she explained. While she did intend to keep the majority of the control in the situation, she felt like it was fair for him to dictate some of the terms. He was meeting his own child for the first time, after all.
They were in the elevator, moving down from one of the top floors to the lobby, where there was a coffee shop. Natalie took up her favourite position near the back middle, with her chest slightly extended. She liked to remind people that she fancied herself the most powerful in most rooms.
She raised her eyebrow at Nate as he asked her about her relationship status. It was a fair question, although a little bit personal. ”No one permanent at the moment,” she informed him. Sure, she saw people, but none of them felt quite right or even good enough to keep around for very long.
”What about you? Are you planning on bringing any woman-shaped baggage into this?” Nat inquired as the elevator opened to their destination. While she couldn’t technically tell him not to date someone, she did feel as though she had the right to a say in who could be potentially helping raise her only daughter. It also didn’t exactly help that she felt a sudden pang of jealousy at the thought of Norah having a second mom to run to.
She stepped out of the elevator and into the lobby, waiting just a second for Nate to follow her. The coffee shop was just to the left of them. There, they could find over-priced drinks and food, as well as a quiet booth to discuss more of the details of their peculiar situation.
Leave it to a psychology major to take a direct question and turn it into an analogy about a glass of water. That was what Natalie was realizing might actually be his mutation. She’d asked him as outrightly as she could possibly manage, and he’d answered in a jumble of figurative language.
With a raised eyebrow, Natalie decided to humour him. With an almost lazy touch, she picked up the glass of water and swirled it with an uninterested gaze.
“Sweetheart, if you’re pouring vodka for your business associates at ten am, then we’ve got to talk about your strategies,” she told him lightly. The analogy had been a little long and had jumped from place to place, but she appreciated what he was trying to get at. Answering her question without answering her question.
She set the water glass down again without bothering to take a sip. She knew full well that it was the same water that she’d received in the waiting room. Anything else would be incredibly out of character for an office, and from the short time that she’d spent there, Natalie already knew that that wasn’t the sort of place to do that.
”Alright, so Haven is this lovely spring water, correct?” Natalie asked, “what makes it different from the water that everyone else is drinking? What is everyone else missing out on? Sell me on it.”
Natalie found herself able to breathe easier after hearing Nate’s response. He wanted to know his daughter. She didn’t have to worry about him being the horrible person she’d made him out to be in her mind for so many years. In that respect, anyway. There were thousands of other ways that he could be a terrible person. None that she would concern herself with, though.
She nodded at his comment about Norah’s eyes. Natalie’s eyes were bright blue. Almost too bright, really, so she’d been surprised when she’d seen hers come out so… well, grey. However, looking at her probable father, she knew exactly where she’d inherited them. It seemed impossible that her progenitor could be anyone else, and finally it was for a reason other than the fact that she’d eliminated every other possibility.
“We’ll order the tests as soon as possible, but I think it’s alright if we go ahead and set some things up. We both know what the results will say,” Nat decided. If she hadn’t been so entirely sure that he was the one, she’d have been worried about Norah getting attached to him when he wasn’t the one. But why wait any longer when they were sure?
Natalie stepped forward, gesturing for Nate to hand her phone back as she did. They were still standing in the middle of the office, and while no one seemed to be paying any mind to their conversation, she did want a bit more privacy as they got into some of the nitty gritty details. ”There’s a coffee place in the lobby of this building. Why don’t we talk there instead.”
It was clear that she wasn’t asking as she moved through the office, expecting him to follow after her. ”First, let’s get some ground rules in place. You won’t start as dad. That’s too big of a step. We’ll start with Nate, or something along those lines, and then slowly introduce her to the idea when she becomes comfortable. Oh, and you will not bring up your romp in prison. If she’s going to look up to you, I do not want her getting any ideas.”
The last thing she wanted was for the whole thing to backfire on her and cause her precious only child to stray from the path that she’d worked so hard to lay out for her.
Natalie glanced at the water glass that had been placed in front of her, and then moved it just a little to the left. It was identical to the one that she’d been handed in the lobby, save for the lemon, and she didn’t exactly need another one. She didn’t bother to comment on his oversight, though. She decided to let him figure that one out on his own.
”Of course,” Natalie agreed with a practiced smile. Devon had clearly prepared himself to talk on the subject. In fact, the question hadn’t swayed him at all. It had just caused him to descend into a speech about Haven’s inclusivity.
She was impressed, really. He’d started off talking about the organization’s attributes, then gone on the attack, and finally taken the higher ground. Plus, in all of that verbosity, he’d given away nothing useful. She would have to work for it.
Natalie didn’t bother to combat his comment about her not wanting equality for mutants. She didn’t really feel the need to say anything on the subject, when it came down to it. It was a question uttered with the intent to force her to give more away than he was giving her. She was not going to let him control the game if she had any say in it.
>>“So why not be blunt with me? It seems you favor a head-on approach.”
Colour me impressed.
The smile she’d adopted earlier still on her face, Natalie mirrored his head tilt. He’d backed her into a corner. Either she relented and gave up the higher ground, or she feigned ignorance let them continue to get nowhere. She didn’t particularly like either option.
”I know that this organization is more than what it looks like, Mr. Hadden. I want you to explain exactly what goes on behind the scenes,” Natalie said without losing her stride. Sure, she had been the one to give, but she had also placed the ball in his court.
She’d given him the opportunity to either keep dancing around the subject, or give in and tell her. If she needed to, she would continue the dance, but she was far more interested in knowing what was really going on than playing the game.
It seemed he knew the game almost as well as she did. Despite his age and probable lack of experience, Devon clearly had some interesting things up his black matte sleeve. It was a promising thing to witness, which only intrigued Natalie more.
"Of course," Natalie nodded slowly. She looked back at where his secretary had just disappeared and nodded her head toward the area, as if she were still there. "You should look into hiring a different secretary, in my opinion. You'd be amazed how much information a person can store when they aren't pumped full of silicon."
The two of them walked right past security and farther into the building. It seemed that when she walked with Devon, it was assumed that she posed no threat. If it had been her, she would have still had her guests patted down and searched, especially when their working relationship was still being sorted out, but she didn't comment on the subject. He could figure that out on his own if his pretty new building was ever attacked because of his oversights.
He led her to a small meeting room. It was larger than they needed for just two people, but not so large that they were drowning in space. She set her purse down beside her chair and her water glass down on the table. While her purse didn't happen to have anything dangerous in it, it very well could have, and security would be none the wiser.
She took a seat at the table and picked up one of the pens next to the notepads. She always felt most comfortable holding a pen.
>>“What more would you like? Is there a particular area of concern you’d like to find in Haven?”
Natalie stayed silent for a moment, trying to decide how best to approach the subject at hand. "Tell me why you have so many mutants on staff. You have a number far higher than most organizations," she said after a moment. Nate was a mutant. That much was confirmed, and during her research on Devon, she'd discovered that he, too, possessed the X gene. As she delved deeper into the organization, she found that nearly all of the employees and members were either known mutants or had some sort of mutant tie. There was no way that it was all just a coincidence.
Nate silently scrolled through her phone, offering no sort of joke or quip in response to hers. She had only known him for a short time many years ago, sure, but she still knew that what she was seeing was out of character for him. Even through the course of the conversation, he'd had something to say back. She'd really done a number on him.
What was the next step? Well, Natalie had had six years to think through that answer. She'd hoped that it wouldn't have to come that late, but alas, there they were.
When it came down to it, she wanted Norah to have two parents. Two biological parents, if possible. No matter how messed up they were. She wanted her daughter to have two people that she could lean on. Two people that she could go running to when she was scared or confused. Most of all, she didn't want her to feel like one half of her genetic code was from someone who couldn't care less whether she was alive or not.
"No, I want you to continue being the deadbeat, nonexistent dad and screw her up even more," Natalie said dryly. Sure, she was eager to set up some sort of a relationship between the two, but she wasn't about to let him off the hook that easily. It wasn't all going to be sunshine and daisies and automatic connections. She had to make sure he was ready for something like that.
"I want you to meet her. She should have two parents. That said, you have to be ready to put in the work. You haven't been there for any part of her life, so it's going to be strange at first. Are you sure that you want to meet her?" Her face wouldn't betray any of her feelings, but she desperately needed him to say yes.
Before he could answer, though, she added something else. "The very first step will be a paternity test, of course. For your sanity, if nothing else."
"Just some lemon water," Nat told the woman absently. She had a kid to pick up when she was finished, so she wasn't about to day drink.
She waited patiently for the man to arrive. Her drink request was placed in her hand, and she sipped it intermittently between typing out emails. She wasn't pleased with the fact that she had to wait, especially since she was now an associate of Haven's and deserved to be treated as such, but she also admired the power play by Mr. Hadden. A longer wait gave the impression of power to the average client. It was really just too bad that Natalie wasn't an average client.
He finally arrived, looking exactly as she'd expected him to. A tall enough man with dark features, well dressed, and looking as if he was ready to take on the world. Natalie was pleased with that. If she was going to go into business with him, then a commanding appearance was something that was to be desired.
She offered a curt smile to the leaving concierge, watching the blonde leave before answering Devon's question. She wanted to make sure that they were alone before she gave him any important information. It was amazing how many people you couldn't really trust.
"Mr. Hadden. So glad you finally decided to grace me with your presence. In the future, I don't like to be kept waiting. I don't have a lot of time to wait around in front offices," she raised an eyebrow at him, less irritated than she was letting on. She mostly just wanted to mark her territory before he decided to make a habit out of things. "I think that's a fair request for a powerful business associate of Haven, don't you?"
"But yes, I suppose you could say that," Natalie nodded. "I want to hear a little more about Haven. The actual Haven. None of that fake front that Nate pitched to us the other day. The other partners might be a little dull, but you'll have to do better than that for me."
Character's full name: Norah Grace Ross Gender: Female Age: 6 Date of Birth: (mm/dd/year) 10/10/2010 Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Chicago Illinois Nationality: American Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Caucasian
Appearance
Hair color and style: Brown, long, usually curled. Skin Tone: Fair Eye Color: Bright blue Height: 3’9” Build: Child-like
Everyday clothing style: Usually fancy. Her mom likes to dress her up. Sleepwear: Pink pjs
Character
Personality: Norah is unbelievably sweet, which may be surprising, especially given her heritage. She loves to play, laugh, sing, and generally likes people. She has a knack for pointing out flaws in the stories that adults tell to cover things up. Hobbies/ Interests: Playing pretend, watching television, fairies, unicorns, the colour purple, etc. Job or part time job and description: First grader. Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Afraid of snakes, basements, and big bird, for some reason.
Mutations
Norah does not currently have a mutation, but it is expected that she will develop a mutation around puberty, given her genetic heritage.
History Of Your Character
Norah was born to a party girl mother (Natalie Ross ) in her third year of college. She was spoiled all her life, but somehow managed not to let it go to her head. Currently, she lives with her mother in an apartment in manhattan, attends first grade, and is building a relationship with her father, Stephanie Graves .
840 Fifth Avenue. That was the address that Natalie had been given. So, that was where she stood, her expensive heels tapping on the expensive floors. At least it looked like they had money, Natalie noted. That was a definite plus in her books.
The front desk had told her that the concierge would handle any needs that she had. She still wasn’t exactly sure what her needs would be, exactly, since she wasn’t sure where she would fit in regards to Haven.
It had been rather difficult for her to concentrate on the presentation that Nate Holloway had given on the faction when she’d spent most of the time concerned with a different minor detail: the absentee father of her only child was the one speaking. Needless to say, the information she’d taken away from the presentation had been surface level at best.
The other partners at her firm were on board with the idea of being associated with the organization, but only to a certain point. None of them were mutants, but the association with a positive mutant organization that wasn’t just a group of costumed vigilantes would look good for them. It hadn’t been a difficult sell.
Unfortunately, that was the extent of their excitement. The group of middle aged, human men had no place in an organization for young mutants with a cause to fight for. They were above that.
It seemed that Natalie was not. Despite the potential awkwardness of working with Nate, Natalie decided to investigate the faction further. However, after just a few minutes of listening to the concierge, she knew that she wanted her information from a more reliable source; Devon Hadden, the founder of the organization.
She knew a few things about him, having known not to come completely unprepared. He was young, far too young to be doing the things he was doing. Smart, driven, successful. He was also attractive; almost inhumanly so. All of those things made him out to be a good choice for the leader of Haven. She just hoped that he would deliver.
She watched as the concierge left to find Devon upon her request and took a seat on one of the chairs by the front desk.
