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.
That one really hurt. Kristoph winced as he felt the pain radiating from across his back. The sound vibrations were rough to listen to, but the man had felt them vibrate the very marrow of his bones. Had it lasted any longer, he was certain that his internal organs would be in completely different places. Thankfully it stopped when it did but it was like being held up by a piece of furniture that was suddenly taken away -- he fell down to his knee.
A glance up at the glowing-eyed angel, he instructed her to run. The mutant seemed to be out of control and if she could put distance between herself and him, that would help her. But it seemed as if she were not just some damsel in distress. He leaned against the wall, watching as the woman scoffed and moved around him.
>>"Run? I'm not running from this man. I tried to be nice,"
He was curious, of course, as he watched the woman circle around him and marched directly up to the angered mutant. The flare of light from around her eyes expanded, wings of luminescence fluttering in the air. The mutant screamed, grasping his head as he stumbled back onto the ground. Kristoph smirked, grinning as the man crumbled down. There was another burst of light from the woman’s eyes and it quickly became apparent that she had mental abilities of some kind.
This wasn’t just a light show. This was a class Alpha mutant on display.
Kristoph watched the mutant go down a final time. Moving onto his feet, he growled as he rolled his shoulders, trying to shake the ache from off of his bones. He groaned as he eyed the woman, smirking as she approached him, a quip falling off of her lips at the mutant who had attacked her. He had to admit it, he was in love now.
>>" … You alright?"
He snorted. ”Nothing a few drinks can’t solve...” He grinned as he eyed her, almost appraising her. This check up, it seemed, was turning into something more of a recruitment. He would have to continue with the charm. ”...care to join me?”
The woman was a professional, but maybe a little too professional. The upright sitting, the firm look on her face, while Kristoph liked a woman who was feisty, this one certainly seemed like a challenge. Even Taylor, the hardest assed woman the man had ever met could crack the smallest of smiles every now again. This one? Heh, she looked as if she could freeze a certain appendage off if a man so much as looked at her funny.
He loved it. If there was anything that Kristoph loved, it was a challenge. However he wasn’t going to be some creep about it, clearly, as they were here on a professional capacity. There was business to attend to, after all.
When she asked why he was brought into this, the man answered honestly: he was here as a representative of SUPER and a reminder that the people who worked for them were indeed serious business. They wouldn’t trust the safety of the American people to some pencil pusher who didn’t know the difference between a handgun and a glue gun. He was just an example of the kind of agents who were doing everything they could to make sure the world was safe.
This seemed to intrigue the woman, at least as much as not throwing him out of the room and continuing on with her day. Rather she seemed like she wanted to know more. True to form, she was blunt as she inquired.
>>”Alright, then, Mr. Karlson...humour me for a minute. What is it like in the field? In your world, anyway. What keeps you going each day?”
Kristoph’s smile stretched a little as he looked down onto the table. He sighed as he thought carefully, filtering through his years of training, his decades of experience. He settled onto a few that were his most important, and that he hoped would actually answer the woman’s question and quell any worries that she may have had about getting into bed with this particular organization.
”I never expected to be working for this organization when I joined the force. Did I have aspirations of on day joining the Feds? Not really. I was happy being a Blue. Then the world got a lot more dangerous. People with power greater than anything that we were allowed to carry. Honestly it scared all of us on the force. Then that’s when SUPER came knocking.” He paused. ”Mutants scare me...or used to. SUPER taught me that mutants...they just need help. But those that can’t be helped, whether of their own choice or not, someone needs to stand up to them and keep people safe. That is where SUPER comes in.” He gave her a small smile. ”Year ago, central park. Young bride to be, Elsa, and her husband to be throw a small, careful ceremony in Central Park. Would have been a beautiful affair -- if it weren’t for Elsa’s younger sister, getting drunk and admitting that she and the woman’s future-husband knocked-boots. Elsa was a latent mutant, ice powers. She started freezing everything in sight -- even her youngest cousin. Kid was six.” He let that hang in the air. ”Police weren’t trained to stop her. No one was. If we, if I, hadn’t gotten there when I did, who knows who she could have harmed.” He knew how ‘big brother’ it all sounded so he paused for a second before continuing. ”We’re not perfect. No organization is. But we are trying to make sure that people are safe. That mutants can get the training and control that they need over their powers.” He shrugged. ”We’re just trying to leave the world a safer place for future generations.”
Kristoph was not the biggest fan of lawyers. He ran into plenty of them when he was working as a police officer. Though he understood that there were good ones and bad ones, sadly he had the misfortune of dealing with a lot of bad ones. That left a bitter taste in his mouth but it was something that he knew he couldn’t let cloud his judgment. He was here on official government business and nothing more. All he had to do was accept the files as they were given to him, read them over carefully, and safely bring them back to his superiors. That. Was. All.
After a glance at the documents, and reading what he knew he could understand, Kristoph nodded that everything looked good. It was true, from what he read it seemed like the firm was certainly going to play ball and it would only help to cement SUPER’s position in this universe. After all, this world had mutants running wild; certain actions should be taken to protect those who needed protecting. With the firm on their side, it would certainly make the transition over far easier.
>>”Indeed...there’s something in store for both organizations here, and I think the arrangement will be mutually useful.”
He nodded his head, “Mhmm”-ing in agreement. Both organizations were going to reap the benefits of this partnership -- of course the government was going to take a slightly larger chunk of the pie. If the firm wanted to argue it, now was the time, but given who SUPER was, it would have been folly to do so. So Kristoph closed the file and gave the woman a well-meaning smile. It seemed like business would be concluded and he could get out of this monkey suit -- or so he thought.
>>”I realize that this may be a tad unorthodox, but I have to ask, Kristoph. Are you a field agent? How come you were chosen for this meeting?”
As the woman sat back in her chair, he could feel the question rising on her lips. She gave him a scrutinizing gaze, as if trying to figure out something that he was not presenting right off the bat. Kristoph, never one to shy away from a friendly gaze match, smirked as he watched the woman, also returning her appraising look. Again, she looked like an absolute ball-buster but he wouldn’t shy away.
When her question came, he had to smirk. Really that was quite forward of her, and maybe a little insulting if he really thought about it. However, rather than get made, he simply resorted to his usual charm and humor. He spread his arms out, smiling as he gestured to himself. ”Clearly for the eye candy,” he said with a knowing smile. A small chuckle and the man simply straightened up his posture as he watched her. ”I’ve had some dealings with firms on the other side in the past.” A shrug. ”The superiors feel that displaying the protection we provide is better represented by some such as me, rather than some law-spouting bookworm who’s never been in the trenches.” He smiled. ”Peace of mind, I guess.”
Tulla really was a lot of fun to flirt with. Each comment made her smile wider and it was a good look on her. Most would have found the luminescent eyes to be a bit unnerving but Kristoph had seen worse. There was that one cat-lady that he had managed to flirt into bed; those claws raking down his back had certainly been the roughest he’d experienced up until that point. At least with this nurse, if the stars would align for him again, the most he would have to contend with is pair of creepy glowing eyes in the night. If creepy, observant women were ever a problem for him, then he certainly wouldn’t have had Sabine as hs partner for as long as he had.
He rattled off his usual meal, trying to play up the veggies and fruit aspect of his diet a bit higher than it actually was. Of course he teased the nurse further, pouting at the candy that was at risk due to his poor habits. Honestly, it wasn’t the worse. When he was a cop, he had seen the crap that some of his fellow officers put into their bodies. At least the worst Kristoph had was a little bit of extra red meat flowing through his system.
>>"Nope, especially after you just told me what your diet's like. Cut back on the meat if you can and eat more fruits and vegetables, okay? We don't want your arteries to get hard...don't say it."
His eyebrows raised at the ‘get hard’ comment as a grin stretched over his lips. Sadly the woman immediately managed to catch herself quickly shut down any commentary. Another cute pout that made his beard stand out a bit, the agent just shrugged his shoulders, nodding his head. Doctor’s always told him this kind of thing and, to be honest, it was probably good advice. But he knew himself, he would right for a few days, maybe toss and extra piece of carrot onto his plate, but it wouldn’t be long before he fell back into his old habits.
Ah well. At least he got to flirt with a cute medical assistant for a bi--
The scream that flew out from the hall immediately drew his attention. Senses to alert, the man stretched up and turned his head to gaze towards the door. All sorts of emergencies happened in these places but they rarely resulted in screams like that. Kristoph was already beginning to remove himself from the table when the nurse seemed to take charge.
>>"...Stay in here. Don't move."
Eyebrow arched. That was interesting. He watched as the woman ran out of the room, closing the door behind her. Of course he didn’t let that stop him in the least. He was immediately off the bed and maneuvering towards the door when he heard the most ungodly of sounds. The screech that flew through the air made the walls and floor vibrate. Kristoph winced, placing his hands over his ears, and leaning against the door. Dammit that hurt.
Pulling the door open, Kristoph stepped outside to see a younger man, eyes filled with rage and panic. Sexy nurse was crouched down, ethereal wings of energy glowing around her eyes. It was a beautiful, to say the least, but he couldn’t allow himself to get distracted. Great, unregistered mutant was going haywire in a hospital, of all the times to forget his goddamn gun.
>>"Sir, we need you to calm down!"
Kristoph turned back to Tulla. She was trying to gain control of the situation but the mutant was clearly having none of it. He raised his hands and the agent could practically see the vibrations underneath his skin. He had to move. Reaching into the room, Kristoph grabbed a nearby glass container of tongue depressers and leaned out of the doorway. Without a second thought, the redheaded viking hurled the glass jar down the hall, striking the mutant in the chest, causing him to wince and alter his aim. The sound vibrations still shot outward but missed Tulla, instead striking the ceiling above her head.
Again, these were things that Kristoph was used to. The man moved fluidly, slipping across the hall, grabbing Tulla by the hand and pulled her out of the way of the debris which suddenly fell. Holding the woman into a tight hug, Kritoph kept her pinned to the wall, covering his head as more debris fell. Thankfully, by the time it reached them, it was only crumbs that fell upon his shoulders. Taking a second he leaned back and looked down at the nurse with a grin.
”I don’t think he respects your medical opinion.” Another torrent of sound pulled Kristoph’s attention back. The mutant recovered and aimed a palm at the both of them. Kristoph barely had the time to turn, still covering Tulla but taking the brunt of the sound blast to his back. He ground his teeth, holding against it, but eventually, when the sound stopped, the man groaned and dropped down to one knee. That...one hurt… He raised his gaze to Tulla, making sure she was okay before he nodded. "Run."
Kristoph was indeed a flirt but it was not without precedent. He knew he was a good looking man and more often than not, his flirtations always seemed to be at least somewhat of a response. However when it came to a woman like Gemma Taylor, he viewed her as bit of a mirage. She was gorgeous, she was strong, she was the kind of woman that any straight man in his right mind would absolutely love to attempt to seduce; but there was this air about her that always made it seem like it was going to be a bit of a challenge.
Luckily Kristoph was not a man who backed down from challenges.
Upon seeing the woman, freshing from her workout, it was easy to see how anyone would want to seduce this Amazonian queen. She was tall, strong, and her workout clothing did amazing at offering only the tiniest hint of a silhouette of those intimate things few would experience. Even if his flirtations amounted to nothing, at least he could take a step back and just observe this beauty in her environment.
With the notion that she was almost done, Kristoph offered his services if she needed a spotter. It wouldn’t have been the first time. Kristoph had helped many other agents when it came to working out. Hell, the majority of the new recruits were usually assigned to him when it came to strength training. Even Sabine had taken him up on his services for sparring or weight training. If anyone knew what he was doing in the gym, it was Kristoph, so why not be friendly and offer?
She gathered her things before she turned and blatantly responded to his advances...
>>"You know, Karlson...If you are looking for recreational intercourse, you can just say so."
...yeah, Kristoph was thrown for a bit of a loop there. As the sincerity of the agent’s words filled his head, Kristoph was a little unsure of how to proceed. Of course he had women who were blatantly interested in him, with not attempts at hiding their advances; it was just…not an offer that he was expecting from Gemma. Huh…
Shaken out of his thoughts, he gave her a slightly embarrassed grin before he recovered enough to sigh and make a coherent sentence. ”You continue to amaze, Ms. Taylor.” He slowly took a step closer. ”Umm...maybe not in the honeyed words that you stated, but I would certainly love the opportunity.”
Kristoph was rarely in a stoic silence but when he was, it was deafening to people around him. The man kneeled down, checking the pulse of the waitress who had kicked up such a fuss. She was damn near ready to hurt their latest field agent. Thankfully Kristoph was experienced enough to know when a situation was about to go south and this definitely was going to go south. Honestly they would probably had a skewered power booster if it wasn’t for him.
Whether or not Svetlana thought that was a good or bad thing wasn’t clarified, but Kristoph wasn’t going to waste time in investigating. Instead he took his time securing the unconscious telekinetic and kept her propped up against the wall. She just needed a nice, long nap.
With her squared away, the viking turned his eyes back to the blonde and inquired if she were harmed. Funny, it almost sounded sincere. That was the thing about Kristoph, most figured he was a monster because of the work he did, but when it came to field agents and especially those he trained, the man actually did give two sh*ts about them.
>>"Nah...Thanks."
He nodded. So long as the blonde was okay, then they could move along. As he stayed in the alley, he peered out around the corner, waiting for their nondescript, black 2017 Suburban to come rolling down the street. Dispatch had gotten back to him that they were only five minutes away. Considering that they had an Alpha-Target in tow, that meant it would probably be here within seconds. SUPER didn’t waste time when it came to psychics.
Meanwhile, Kristoph straightened up and grinned at his newest recruit. ”Not bad, blondie. We’ll make a field agent out of you soon enough.”
>>"Oh come on don't start crying, I'm not the bad guy here"
Samantha wasn’t crying. She was shaking, she was nervous, but there were no tears in her eyes. Rather all she was doing was jotting down a note onto her pad with three words. She didn’t know why but she didn’t gather that the blonde was really all that bad. As a matter of fact, the forced smile, the glances, it all looked like someone who was being coerced rather than truly working with a team. And the large, redheaded man, he certainly didn’t seem like the friendly type. So she asked, just in case, and handed the note over to the russian.
The nod of her head made Samantha quiver all the more. People had found her. People who knew what she was. She knew, ever since that day in the frat house, that someone, somewhere was going to approach her like this and her life would over. She honestly just didn’t think that that day would come so soon.
Feeling tears now threatening to spill over, panic began to settle in. The woman was honest with her, yes, but she seemed unwilling to just let her go. The fear in her eyes, as well as the unsettling panic that began vibrate throughout her body made the young waitress lose her grip. Around her, more small objects began to lift, floating upon their own volition. This was now a problem. >>"You should at least hear the offer out...The bonuses are totally worth it."
The Russian showed her a reply note: Come on, girl. Think like an adult, or we are both done.
But it was too late. She was already shaking her head and she was backing up towards the back door. Freedom was just outside that door, there was no way that they could catch her, none.
“I’m sorry…” she whispered, lifting several knives off of a nearby counter and pointing her open palm towards the russian. She needed to get away while she could.
CRASH!!
The back door was suddenly kicked in as the massive, fiery form of Kristoph Karlson stepped in. Without pause, and without a lick of remorse on his face, the man didn’t say a thing as he wrapped one of his arms around the woman’s midsection and hefted her up off the ground. Samantha’s eyes widened in surprise. She only got a momentary wiggle of protest in before Kristoph lifted a gun, pressing it to her neck and pulling the trigger.
There was no bang. Rather, there was just the hiss of pressurized air. Pulling the gun away revealed a dart, emptied, now jabbed into Samantha’s neck. The teen struggled for another beat before she quietly flopped against the massive man, falling into a deep, deep sleep. Kristoph sighed as he hefted the woman up, draping her over his shoulder and ignoring the sound of the knives she had lifted as they came clattering to the ground. Eyebrows raised, he gave Sveta a quiet look before he beckoned to her.
”Come along. Now.” he said firmly. Only when Svetlana was out the door did he pull out his phone and grumble into it. ”This is Omega-10 and Iota-9, requesting immediately pick-up. Alpha-Target is in custody.” He marched down the alley until he found a nook to place the sleeping Samantha in. He turned back to Svetlana. ”Did you get hurt?”
Kristoph listened intently to the conversation that was being had by both the new recruit and their target. Samantha was proving to be difficult, overly suspicious and unwilling to cooperate. The experienced agent had a feeling that things were going to have to get physical, a state that he didn’t want things to descend to. Sadly it was just all part of the job and he would do what needed to be done to ensure innocent lives.
However, even as the agent reached for the weapon he had concealed in his jacket, he stopped when he heard a heavy sigh come from the russian. Pressing his earbud in just a little deeper, he listened to trainee plead her case...
>>"I know...But with the powers you have, that is not an option. It was the same for mine. It is not superhero stuff. People have stupid ideas about that. It is a job, that uses your talents. It is not jumping off buildings and sh*t. It's just... taking the special powers you have, and using them to help protect people. You do know, deep down, that you can't hide it from everyone. Not without training."
It was a tense pause. Kristoph was actually on the edge of his seat, ready to jump into the scene and do whatever it was that he needed to do. But with every passing second of silence, he wondered if maybe, just maybe Svetlana was actually going to pull this off? That is...until he heard the unmistakable sound of a pen scratching against paper.
Samantha heard everything that the woman had to say and she only looked marginally at ease from it. It was probably a spiel she had either heard before or that she was already suspicious of thanks to the advent of comic books and movies, that all had nefarious agencies trying to recruit on the downlow. Honestly, any of it could have been true, so that was why Samantha would conduct a little test.
She remained quiet, ushering a careful glance to the left and right before she pulled up her notepad and pulled her pen from her apron. A small click and she started to jot down a little note, one that, when she was done, she turned it to face the blonde.
Seriously. SUPER could have gotten either Agent Taylor or Song to handle this mission. His chair turned to look out the window, Kristoph grumbled as he pulled at the tie from around his neck. He was accustomed to wearing them, yes, but they weren’t his favorite piece of attire in the world. If anything they proved to be a nuisance and a liability. But he wasn’t chasing down some rogue mutants, rather he was here on legal matters and legal matters only.
That is until he caught sight of the peach-colored bombshell that walked into the room. For a split second the man could feel his usual charm and flirtation mannerisms bubbling to the surface but he knew he had to keep his wits about him. For a pretty as the woman was, this was an important stepping stone in ensuring that SUPER could make landfall in this dimension. He couldn’t jeopardize that for a pair of nice, smooth legs in a business skirt.
A nod of his head and a greeting was uttered. He gave the confident woman his full attention as she came marching into the room. She definitely had a “give-me-no-sh*t” attitude on her face. Really he liked women who were a bit feisty. Really this ordeal was just turning into a version of the Temptation of Christ.
>>”My name is Natalie Ross, here to represent Jameson and Finch. This is the agreement that I’ve drawn up; you’re welcome to read through it, and we can discuss details of it. The gist is that we’re willing to represent SUPER under circumstances at our discretion. You will always have a team at your disposal, but we retain the right to turn a case down.”
”Kristoph Karlson,” he greeted in return. ”Lovely to meet you.”
Kristoph took up the papers in hand and began to read through it, really he was just scanning for the gist of what Natalie said and not anything too in-depth. He was sure that the SUPER’s attorneys would go through it with a fine-toothed comb, here was just here as a representative. The good thing was that he had enough experience with lawyers from his time in the police department to understand some of what was written down, at least enough to not make him look like a complete fool.
Once he was done reading, he nodded his head in a satisfied gesture.
”Looks clean so far,” he complimented. ”I have to say, my superiors will be pleased with this arrangement. You law firm is lauded as the best and clearly, with these circumstances, the best is required for all parties involved.”
Kristoph stood back and allowed Svetlana to think on what tactic to take next. Sadly things were going down the tube now that Samantha was onto them. The russian almost had it in the bag but one thing about mutants trying to hide their gift is that you don’t mention that you know about it to them. Really that’s just asking for trouble, whether you mean to or not. Still, this was Svetlana’s test and she could make up for it if she thought hard enough.
Standing behind her, he crossed his arms over his chest as he waited for her to make a decision. Samantha wasn’t going to get away from this encounter -- really it was going to be Svetlana who decided how the woman was integrated into the organization.
>>"If I had a mutant partner, I'd gain her confidence...But since you're human, we can't really show off. So you're gonna go watch the back door."
He smirked. He made no motion to stop her, rather he just bowed his head, turned and stepped out from the front door of the establishment. While it seemed like a foolish move on his part, he was supposed to be keeping an eye on a possible flight risk, Kristoph was always prepared. See, trainees were not left to your own devices without contingencies in mind. As soon as the redhaired agent stepped out, he activated his.
His hand pressed to an earpiece in his ear, he turned on a near invisible device. He was met with static, furious footsteps, before finally a familiar, angelic voice rang in his ear.
>>"Look, Samantha, here's the thing: We found out about you easily, and others will to. You are lucky we beat them to it, and you got a job offer instead of kidnapped."
He grinned. Good girl.
Samantha, meanwhile, in the kitchen of the cafe, turned around to face the sudden intruder. The blonde followed her and suddenly the telekinetic was very aware that she could be in danger. As the other ranted, trying to be practical with her statement, Samantha could feel her heart race going wild. Others? Kidnapping? She gulped and shook her head. She looked a little terrified now, so much so that a few items littered around her began to lift off a nearby counter.
“Listen I didn’t do anything to anyone,” she tried to reason. “I’m...I’m just a waitress! I’m not a superhero or anything like that. I...I don’t even use my powers.” She grabbed her jacket. “Please? Just...Just forget you saw me? Okay? I don’t want any job or anything. I just want to be left alone.” She turned and headed towards the backdoor. She needed to get out of here.
>>"Thank you for the compliment. I try my hardest to make sure my patients are well taken care of."
Kristoph was all smiles as he looked over the woman again, giving her an appraising look. She indeed was a pretty one. The only distraction that would keep him from fully pursuing her was the fact that she was a mutant. The only fly in the ointment, unfortunately. Normally Kristoph was all charms and attention with the younger ladies, but he didn’t always expect there to be any kind of actual response. Of course the first time he comes across a gorgeous woman who seems even somewhat susceptible to his charms, and she is a mutant.
Oh the call of work was unfortunately a harsh one to ignore. But there would be time enough for that later. Right now he just wanted to focus on the loving woman and that brilliant smile he was able to bring to her lips. All beautiful women should smile like that.
>>"...Mr. Karlson, are you always like this when it comes to the opposite sex? You clearly have no qualms about hitting on me. If I didn't know any better, I would think that you just wanted a blowpop after your check up."
He gave her a wide grin. Honestly there were so many crude ways that that could have gone but he wasn’t going to press his luck. Instead he just dipped his head respectfully before turning his eyes back up to her. ”If it makes you uncomfortable, I shall gladly stop,” he offered. ”But unfortunately it’s just hard wired in me to pay compliments to a lovely woman, especially those as beautiful as you.” An earnest grin. ”And I wouldn’t turn down a blow pop. Though, admittedly, the pleasure of your company is sweet enough.”
The woman was sweet indeed but Kristoph knew when to not cross a line. When she stepped closer, a stethoscope in her ears, the larger man winced only slightly when he felt the cool metal of the device against his back.
>>"Hm,...I want you to breathe in and out quickly."
A few deep breathes, he followed her orders as she listened to his lungs. Thankfully, as of late, he had only received a few minor injuries, nothing that would down and out cause him extra harm. It just comes with the territory.
>> "How's your diet? You obviously get a lot of excierse which is good, but your diet is as well...also, what are some diseases that run in your family?"
He shrugged innocently. ”Pretty simple. I’m a meat and potatoes kind of guy.” He watched her. ”I add in a vegetable or two where I can, but hard to remember when facing down a medium-rare steak or well-grilled trout.” He gave her a playful pout. ”Does that mean I won’t get my candy?”[/font][/i]
The chessboard we set and the pieces were on the move. Initial reports came back from Intel that this universe did not have an organization like SUPER. The closest it possessed was some foolhardy attempt at integration known as the MRC, the Mutant Related Crimes unit, a branch of the New York police department that openly worked with vigilantes. The funny thing was that while this universe didn't have SUPER, they did have an X-Men. That was unfortunate as they were utterly unregulated here. To make matters worse, the vigilantes from his own world had already made contact with those from this one. And the news wasn’t getting any better.
The Syndicate. That mysteries organization, the one with the obvious leader that could not be touched, there was evidence that they were making moves here. Nothing concrete, really, but just enough to turn SUPER’s suspicious eye towards the rift. Individuals were seen, known associates, freely crossing. That was even more unfortunate.
With all the pieces moving, it was time that SUPER started to play the game; it was time to step into the new world and start fixing the mistakes their neighbors had let occur.
Kristoph was actually surprised he had been selected for this mission. Surely agents Song or Taylor would have had a better sense for these affairs. Kristoph was just an ex cop, a grunt, a trainer, why they would want him to make contact was something he would not understand. But he was not someone to go against orders either; if his mission was to go and start establishing connections, then so be it.
Sitting at the conference table, waiting for the lawyer he was supposed to meet with to arrive, Kristoph was typing out notes into his smart phone. He detailed his experience crossing the rift: the blinding light, that millisecond of suffocation, and that strange pull and sense of weightlessness, really the man had never felt anything like it. It would have been enough to rattle the hardest of hearts, but he powered through all the same. It was all in the line of duty, after all.
Dressed nicely in a black sit and white button up shirt, he was every bit the federal agent type, except for being clean shaven. The full, red beard was combed and hung down, while his same colored hair was pulled back against his scalp. He made a terrifying and intimidating sight, truly, even when in a suit. Now he just looked like a viking who trying to disguise himself as a modern man.
Finishing his report on this universe, noting differences and things similar, he sighed as he stood up, slipping his phone back into his pocket. Drifting over to the large window, he looked out over the city, his eyes shifting from building to building. It was so strange; it looked so much like his universe, but when looking at it in this angle, the differences were easy to see. Interesting.
The Sound of a door opening interrupted his thoughts. Turning his head, he glanced over his shoulder and offered the newcomer a kindly smile. ”Afternoon.”
>>"Oh, God...I see that I'm going to have to keep my eyes on you, Mr. Karlson. You must be on of those player types, huh? And don't worry, I'm not a telepath. Your mind is...safe from me."
Okay so maybe he was laying it on a little thick, but Kristoph couldn’t help himself. The woman wasn’t exactly shooting down his compliments and cheeseball lines so that was a direct sign that he could continue. Whenever the man had a captive audience, he had to pursue it just to see where it would go. She may be a mutant, thank goodness she wasn’t a telepath, but that didn’t mean the man couldn’t pursue a beautiful woman when he saw one.
Still, that begged the question, exactly what could she do? Was it just the eyes? Or was there something more in-depth that she had yet to reveal? He would have to subtly prod to find out.
After some continued fun, of course...
”That’s a relief to hear,” Kristoph said with a chuckle. ”I should keep some things a surprise.” He smirked, adding a small waggle of his eyebrows. Really, Kristoph was a man not easily deterred.
He rolled up his sleeve to allow the young woman access to his tricep. The blood pressure cuff needed to go around his skin to be most effective; he knew the drill by now. As he did, he couldn’t help but notice the small, lingering look that the young woman gave his arm. He grinned a bit at that, but didn’t say anything as he didn’t want to scare her off. Instead he merely gave a slightly extra flex that was totally not intentional as he wrapped the cuff.
>>"Three years...first I was a nurse, then became a PA."
”Three years, huh?” He nodded his head in an impressed manner. ”A shame I’m only meeting you now. But you know what they say, good things come to those who wait.” Another cheeky smile before he moved on. ”Seriously, good for you. We need more competent medical types in the world. So few around, it seems.”
Kristoph went quiet as he allowed the woman to do her job. Inflating the cuff, Kristoph merely sighed, keeping his heart rate at a good beat as he just sat up straight in an utterly relaxed position. Again, the man was used to this, especially with his line of work, it took a lot to actually rattle him. He had seen mutants who could lift cars, shift into monsters, even challenge the idea of physics -- a lavender-eyed beauty wouldn’t shake his nerves.
>>"Everything looks good. You must be pretty active with the heartbeat per minute reading...Deep breath in."
A deep breath in...then out. He beamed proudly. ”I do what I can. My line of work can keep me active, so beneficial to stay in shape.” His file should have listed him as a government employee, but with few more details beyond that.
>> . "You should become a waiter. You'd get a lot of tips…And I only have one blind patient that I see regularly for your information, Mr. Karlson."
Kristoph just chuckled as he nodded his head in understanding. The woman was adorable in her shyness but she was regaining her footing. The sass she shot back at him only resulted in a wider smile from the agent. However he didn't pursue the topic too much further, instead he pressed on, inquiring about the woman's ethnicity when she asked about his own. Again, it was only fair.
Opening his mouth at her request, he wrapped his lips around the thermometer and smirked as he kept his lips closed. He took the quiet moment to just observe the woman as she fisted preppjng. Kristoph was fine with the silence, taking the moment to observe Tulla, rather enjoying the view but not in an overly creepy way. He was just a man who knew how to appreciate beauty.
When she came back, she continued the conversation…
>>"French-Norwegian? Huh,"
He nodded his head when she stopped to give him an appraising look. Admittedly that wasn't the first conclusion that people drew about his lineage, but it was one of those that people would go “Oooooh” when they heard it; it just made sense.
>>"maybe it's my natural Iroquois beauty…99.7"
The thermometer removed, Kristoph smirked again when she read the temperature. ”Oooh…hot.” The question was whether or not he was referring to her or the temperature. His innocent smile made that fact hard to decipher. Rather he pushed on, just sitting back as she moved onto his blood pressure. He raised his muscular arm, rolling up the sleeve so she could wrap the cuff around his arm. ”So, have you been at this hospital long? I've been here a couple times. Surely in would have remembered a pretty face like yours. “
Kristoph only grinned wider when the mutant snorted at his comment and appeared red-faced. It was adorable, and a sign that said comments were not offered to her often. She may be a mutant but she was so beautiful. Again, the agent wasn’t biased, if anything he was willing to embrace women of all backgrounds, even those that could pose a threat to the innocent. But who knows, maybe Tulla here wasn’t that powerful. She could be no more powerful than a nightlight.
When she finally composed herself, Kristoph was still genuinely smiling at her. He waited for her to approach before removing his hoodie so she could get ready access to take his blood pressure.
>> "That's a new one. I haven't been called 'gorgeous' by one of my patients for a few months ago."
He pouted slightly. ”Aw that's a shame to hear. Do you work exclusively with the blind?” he asked, before his lips turned into a sly smile. ”Because that's really the only reason I can attribute as to why you don’t hear it everyday.”
Kristoph knew how to work his game. There were those, like his partner Sabine, who would disagree with him, but that never deterred the man. It was just a natural part of his charm, of who he was. May as well ask a fish to not swim.
As she came closer, Kristoph reclaimed his seat on the table, but even with his great height he still met the woman at eye level. He continued to smirk as she drew closer, setting down her file and getting ready to begin the exam. He greeted her with his own name, fair since he now had hers.
>>"Of course...so, you're file says that you're European? Where from? After you answer, say 'ahhhh'."
He chuckled. ”I was born and raised here,” he explained. ”But I’m French-Norwegian.” he tilted his head, smiling slyly. ”You? If you don't mind my saying, there’s something about you, besides the mutation, that's quite eye catching.”
