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.
Physicals. Bleh. They weren't Kristoph’s favorite thing in the world. But not because he was afraid of bad news. No, Kristoph actually took care of himself, he had to with his job. The ginger dedicated himself to keeping his body strong and will maintained, which was why, even at forty, the man was built like a brick house. Large, solid, immovable lest he wanted it, he was ideal for SUPER as he was both loyal to the cause and made sure he was in the game for as long as possible.
Of course that meant he needed check ups. Reviewers in the organization required agents to get regularly check ups and forward results to HQ. SUPER had its own doctors but it would be too convenient, wouldn't it? Aw well, there were worst ways to spend a day off.
Today Kristoph found himself sitting in an examination room, dressed in jeans, a plain black t- shirt, and a gray hoodie zipped up. Quietly the bearded man looked down at his phone, playing frustrating level of Foul Mooded Fowls, and waiting for the nurse or the doctor to enter. There were signs everywhere that told him cell devices should be turned off to not interfere with equipment, but his phone was safely on airplane mode so it should suffice.
Hearing a knock on the door, Kristoph looked up briefly before replying in a deep baritone, ”Come in.”
>> "Good afternoon, Mr. Karlson...I will be your physician's assistant for today..if you are uncomfortable about having a mutant as a PA, please do not hesitate to ask I will happily refer you to someone else…If you're comfortable, then great. Tulla."
The nurse wed not someone he had expected. Dispute the fact that she was beautiful (he took a second to appreciate that) what didn't escape him were her eyes. At a glance, the thought that they were just fancy contacts filled his mind, but that would quickly prove to be false. Without pause, the woman admitted she was a mutant, even tried to take his preference into mind if he didn't want to be treated by one of her kind.
How candid.
When she turned to face him, Kristoph gave her a sweet smile. He would have to turn her identity in to SUPER later, but there was no need to go all secret government agent harsh on her. The man was civil, after all, and he wasn’t a bigot against mutants. After all, they were just people that needed some… guidance.
He dipped his head to her respectfully. ”No problem at all. But thank you for asking, Gorgeous. ” He grinned. Standing from the table, Kristoph unzipped and removed his hoodie, his physique an obvious skiing of his good health. He responded to her greeting. ”Kristoph. Of course, you already know that.”
Again, there was no reason for him to intervene. Kristoph hung back, watching the recruit do her best to win over the obviously suspicious telekinetic. This was New York, after all, and you can’t be too careful about such things. He sighed as he tracked them with his eyes, hidden behind his reflective glasses. He really hoped that Svetlana would figure this out or they would end up having to go with plan B.
>>"You didn't. But you do have a gift...Now, I'll level with you, just having a gift does not get you anywhere. Every other person has a power these days. I do too. But it is enough to put you on the radar, and the rest is up to how motivated you are….With the giant rip that opened up in space and time, we are recruiting people to help us keep everyone safe. It's an all hands on deck situation... but also a good one to kick off an actual career."
Svetlana was shoving the B.S. pretty well. He was actually a little impressed with her acting ability. It was all crap, what she was saying, but what he was testing here was the conviction that she was putting into her words. She was actually making him believe that maybe she believed in the program. Deep down, though, he knew it wasn’t true, as Svetlana was only trying to pass this test so that she could keep her mind for another day. She was a survivor and that was something he respected.
Samantha clearly was unsure about the whole thing. As the russian dropped her voice, Kristoph pushed off the wall and slowly approached from behind her. He kept his distance but offered the telekinetic a soft nod and a smile, his attempt to help defuse the situation. However, it quickly became apparent that she went rigid; not by the appearance of Kristoph, but by something that Svetlana had said.
“Wait...special?” she said. Her eyes grew shifty as she lowered her head. Svetlana, it seems, had inadvertently touched a nerve. “Um...I...I gotta go,” Samantha said as she turned around, shaken up. Her paranoia was certainly not helped by the strange buzzing that she felt coursing through her body. “I...I think you have the wrong person.”
With that Samantha disengaged from the russian and the ginger and disappeared into the back, behind the counter, and didn’t come out again. Kristoph sighed as he turned his eyes back down to Svetlana. He gave her a small, almost sad smile.
”Well, that went well…” he said with a sigh. He then turned his gaze back down to her. ”Whatcha going to do about this, beautiful?” If she would remember, he did say that failure was not an option.
Okay so maybe Kristoph was a bit of a flirt but when it came to certain women, it was just impossible to not flirt with them. For instance, the ebony goddess that was working out directly in front of him. He and Agent Taylor had worked together in the past and she had certainly gotten an earful of his flirtatious nature in the past. Of course all it earned him was a scowl and a grumble for her lips but at least she didn’t try to break his arm. He wasn’t stupid enough to make an unwarranted move, after all.
But that didn’t mean he couldn’t at least try and wear his quarry down, you know. Until he heard a flat out “No”, or “I’m Married”, or “I’m into women”, then Kristoph could still offer a loving woman a bit of flattering. When it came to Gemma Taylor, she certainly had the assets that needed to be flattered.
His arms crossed over his solid chest, he stood back as he watched the woman continue her work out. He greeted her cheerily enough and, like he was used to, she responded with the usual icyness that he was accustomed to.
>>"Agent Karlson...Already done with your workout?"
He grinned as he just watched her work. ”Almost,” he said as he looked up, and glanced back to the spot he was just at. ”Needed to get to the weights early today. Some of the new recruits are eager to burn out their muscles working on them all night,” he shrugged, offering her a smile. ”I like to keep my evenings free...when possible.” He sighed as he watched her. ”You need some assistance?” He asked. Some of these workout regimes required a partner, after all. ”I’m more than happy to lend my services to a vision such as yourself.”
Kristoph was amused but he didn’t let it show much on his face as he hung back, just allowing the blonde to do her job. This was her test, after all, and there wouldn’t be any hand holding. Of course if things got way too out of hand then he would have to decide then if he was going to intervene. He was most certainly an advocate for tossing someone into the pool and letting them sink or swim, but considering the valuable asset they were after, he may have to intervene to make sure she didn’t get away.
The look on the woman’s face was fairly priceless as she immediately assumed that something tawndry were being suggested. This was New York, after all; how many times had a pretty young thing like her been offered similar propositions from far skeezier looking individuals? Kristoph smirked a little, dipping his head down and just listening as Svetlana immediately began to fumble over her own words.
>>"Oh, God, no...With him?! Jesus."
Well. Kidnapping or not, that was just rude. Kristoph’s feelings weren’t hurt as he knew that quite the opposite was true. But that would be an discussion to have with the Russian later on. Instead he just kept his stoic silence about him as Svetlana maneuvered herself to follow the telekinetic in an attempt to clarify her initial offer.
>>"No, it is an actual job...Government funded. We are recruiting young people with a special benefits package for professional development. I mean, you'd have to apply... but we think you'd be a strong candidate."
Kristoph watched as the young woman stopped in her tracks. Honestly that was probably the best tactic that Svetlana could have gone for. Struggling college student, tired of the part-time job market, wanting something a bit more substantial. Really it was an amazing sales pitch, but the telekinetic seemed only slightly impressed with the woman’s offer. She was suspicious but her interest seemed piqued enough to at least allow her to listen.
Samantha stopped, turned to face Svetlana again, casting a suspicious glance at her before glancing in Kristoph’s direction. “So…not porn?” she asked again. She breathed a sigh, jutting her hip out as she eyed the woman. She looked a bit jittery, given how close she was to Svetlana, that was of little surprise, though she had no idea what the blonde was. Giving her another scrutinizing look, the blonde inquired further. “Well...what’s the job? And...why me? It’s not like I signed up for anything. Not that I remember.”
Oh the blonde bombshell looked rather irritated but that only caused Kristoph amusement. Honestly, if she thought that any of the looks or grumbles that she gave him were new, they weren’t. How many new recruits had he taken out on the field? How many had he subjected to similar tests? And how many eventually fell into line? Really it was only a matter of time. Svetlana could bumble and cry and rant like a baby all she wanted -- at the end of the day, she belonged to SUPER and she work for them, whether she wanted to or not.
Leaving the restaurant behind them, Kristoph stay in pace with Svetlana, his hands slipping into his pockets as he walked. Entering the cafe, Kristoph held the door open for Svetlana and gave her a charming smile. From this point on, it was her show, he was only going to be an observer.
In silence he followed, looking just a bit intimidated as he draped himself in mysterious silence. When Svetlana caught sight of their target, he started to slow his pace, hanging back a few steps and leaning against a bare wall. The asset couldn’t be spooked and having Kristoph just looming so close would have been enough to unnerve anyone. So, keeping back, he appeared more as back up than anything too intimidating.
Letting Svetlana engaging the Ms. Gregors, Kristoph listened intently...
>>"Samantha Gregors?"
The waitress perked up, tucking her tips back into her apron pocket but turned with a warm smile to the blonde. She was young, bouncy, clearly with a future in mind. She gave the Russian a look up and down in momentary confusion before she spoke.
“Oh. Hi. Can I help you?” she asked cautiously.
>>"Hi! I know this is kinda strange, but we were wondering if you'd have a few minutes for us, whenever you go on break. We have a job offer for you...I know what it sounds like, but I really think you should hear us out. I swear it's nothing fishy."
Samantha arched her brow before she looked over the side of Svetlana’s shoulder at the large man that she had just gestured to. She gave them both an odd luck before she just snorted and shook her head. She picked up her tray and started to gather used coffee cups again.
“I’m flattered but I’m not interested in a threesome,” she said with a chuckle. “Have a good day.” She said as she tried to move past Svetlana and to continue her job.
Kristoph, still hung back and made no move towards her. Instead he just chuckled, pushing his glasses up a bit higher as he turned his gaze onto Svetlana, waiting to see how she would handle this.
Unlike most government officials, there had to be a bit of a physical fitness requirement when it came to being a field agent. After all, these agents (the majority of which were human or adapteds), needed to be able to contend with evolutionary advanced individuals with abilities that gave them the edge. In order to make it a fair fight, those who were out there, risking their lives to keep people like them under control, SUPER made sure that those field agents were given every possible chance to stay strong, fit, and ready for action.
At a gym in one of many facilities, the sounds of strength and excursion could be heard lifting high into the walls and ceilings above. Agents of all types were here, all ethnicities, working out via specialized equipment, classes, or their own customized regiments. It was a sight that would make any red-blooded American feel safe, knowing that these people were working their butts off in order to maintain the peace and civility that they were able to thoroughly enjoy.
One such individual, a man of great height, muscular body, and flaming red hair, particularly enjoyed his space here. Often he would be found here, between missions of course, working on keeping his body fit and strong. Some would question whether or not Kristoph was committing overkill with his regiment, but considering the fact that he was getting older and mutants were still a threat, he didn’t want to take any chances.
On this particular day, Kristoph busied himself with strength training. Dressed in black shorts and a gray tanktop that was somewhat stained with sweat, the large man with the pale skin grunted as he wrapped his gloved hands around a set of barbells. Sitting at the edge of a bench, he worked at lifting each, extremely large weight, alternating between arms and making his biceps bulge and flex with each lift. With his currently attire and bustling beard, the man looked akin to some viking warrior preparing for an upcoming battle. It was no wonder that few bothered him during the course of his training.
Setting the barbell back into rack, Kristoph stood up, stretching his body and sighing as warmth flooded through his muscles. He shook off his arms a bit, loosening them, before turning to look into the large mirror he stood before -- and it was there that he spotted her.
A smile pulled across his lips. It was no surprise that Kristoph was a fan of the ladies. Whenever one came across his path, the charm instantly came on and he became one of the most flirtatious vikings to ever grace the earth. It didn’t matter who the woman was, if he found her attractive, the man was all smiles and honeyed words. While the majority of the time his flattery was good to at least get a phone number, there was one individual (aside from his partner) who proved to be a challenge.
He turned as she walked by, the dark skinned goddess that could be just as ruthless as any of the agents here. Picking up his towel and draping it over his shoulder, he smirked as he boldly walked up to her, waiting until he caught her eye to offer her the sweetest of smiles.
”My, my, my...Miss Taylor…” he beamed. God he loved how tall she was. Reminded him of an Amazon. ”...how’re you this most beautiful day?”
Oh the looks this woman gave her grew more and more amusing with every passing moment. She was just too cute to not piss off. The frustrated glare, the firmly set lips, he could practically seem the smoke fuming out of her cute little nostrils. She was trying to play the game but she was also uncomfortable with the vast majority of the tasks that she was being presented with. It was a shame because she needed to get her head in the game if she wanted to continue making it through this program.
Dropping out, sadly, was not an option for her. She would be forced to comply if she didn’t do so herself.
Sitting back in his chair, he listened to the grumble the woman muttered from between her lips. Oh he could feel the hate fire coming off of her in waves. Whatever it was she said in her other language, he didn’t catch it, but he was sure it wasn’t pretty. That was fine by him, so long as she played her part in this test, that was all that mattered.
Eating the last bite of his burger, Kristoph counted down the last five minutes he gave the woman to prepare for the task at hand. He watched the target across in the cafe, checking his watch and noting that her shift was nearly done. It was for this reason that he gave Svetlana such a short window to prepare. They needed to engage her as she was just about to leave -- not before. If she decided to cause a scene, the last thing they needed was witnesses.
A roll of his arm and he sighed the sigh of a pleased and happy man. For a dangerous and intimidating as he could be, there was actually very little that could dampen his mood. Breathing in the sweet air, he stretched out, placing his hands behind his head as he looked across the street and then up into the sky from behind his glasses. This was a good day so far.
The five minutes, for him, ticked one rather quickly. He was actually a little excited to see what Svetlana was going to do with her role. When, finally, the little buzz of his watch indicated that time was up, he sat up, ran his fingers through his hair and gave the blonde a winning smile.
”Show time.” He smiled as he stood up, proceeding to button his suit jacket. In doing so, he stepped back, away from the table, to allow the blonde room to get up. ”Ready?”
It all sounded fairly easy when Kristoph said it. Just give the target the notion that they will have a well-compenstated job, security, medical, and they would be serving their country at the same time. Hell, the military did similar ads on TV and it managed to get in a number of new recruits pretty consistently. This was essentially the same thing -- only with a higher chance of being brainwashed if you decided you didn’t like the way things were being run. Still, that was the risk you take.
Svetalana, however, didn’t seem all that impressed with what he was saying. Kristoph was sure that there were more question, that she would rather had a script or something that she could just rattle off from with only the small crumb of sincerity attributed to it. It would probably ease her conscience if she had such a narration to read from. But that was the point of this exercise -- to test how committed she was and how she could think on her feet. SUPER loved consistency, but consistency didn’t always mean honesty. And people, whether they believed it or not, could smell dishonesty on a person like a fine stench.
Kristoph said nothing more for a moment, taking another, final sip of his drink once he was done talking. The liquid coursing down his throat, lubricating the dryness that came from talking. Once he was done, he glanced back to Svetalana, informing her of the time she had left. She seemed intent on wasting it...
>>"And what's the sales pitch for just-out-of-high-school waitresses that could not care less about building a better future with an American flag and a bald eagle in the background? How well is 'well compensated' exactly?"
He shrugged his shoulders. ”Make it up,” he said with a grin. He then turned to face her fully now. Even sitting, he still loomed over the woman. ”Listen, honey, this is your test, not mine. As much as you would like flashcards to go off from, that doesn’t exist out here. You need to think on the spot, you need to speak with conviction, and you need to be able to not only convince others, but force them if you have to.” He gave her a hard look through his sunglasses. ”We do not fail. That mean’s you better not fail.”
He had leaned forward a bit as he spoke, keeping his voice low and speaking to her as one would a smart-mouthed adolescent. It was true, this was her task, not his. If she wanted to make it out of it with her brain unscrambled, she needed to get with the program. However, much like before, his mood instantly switched, probably confusing her further, as he grinned, reached over, and gave her small tap on the nose, followed by a soft ”Boop…” from between his lips.
Sitting back, he glanced at his digital watch again and sighed as he looked back to her. ”Five minutes, my fair haired goddess,” he beamed. ”I’d stop asking and start thinking.”
So the task wasn’t all that difficult. The blonde next to him simply had to cross the street, chat up a pretty waitress, and convince her that joining a secret government task force that controlled the mutant threat was a good choice. Really it was a piece a of cake; well it was for an old pro like himself, for Svetlana, it was a totally different story. She was still green, rebellious, reluctant to participate, however she was participating. This would be a defining moment for her.
Ten minutes didn't seem like a lot of time but could be an eternity when concerning something you didn't want to do. Kristoph would normally be fine just throwing the newbie in the water, and in essence he was, but at least he was giving her a moment to collect herself before diving in.
>> "Okay, so in then minutes... what's the sales pitch? I mean, I clearly can't open with 'you'll have a private cell with a view'. Seriously, what's the offer? For those that get one?"
He grinned. She was a smart one. Most would have just spent the whole time cringing and worrying over what to say, Iota-9 wanted to go in with a plan. She wanted to know the benefits, she wanted to be able to organize what she was going to say in order to most effectively present her case. She was definitely a good fit for the organization…so long as she was being genuine.
Sitting back in his chair, he gave her the usual sales pitch. ”Well it's a government job, secure, well-compensating for her time, the usual perks. The best part is that she'll be doing something good for her country, for her people. She'll be ensuring that those who need protecting, will be protected; to build a better life for the future.” He shrugged as he smiled. ”Eight minutes, darling…”
It probably wasn’t the most concrete plan, to just send a newbie in to try and convince a possible recruit of the joys of SUPER, especially not when she was being held against her will. But the fact of the matter was that, with Kristoph, he was never one for training wheels. He was a firm believer in the teaching method of “Sink or Swim” and believed that the attractive blonde next to him was either going to learn to comply, or she was going to just be another memory-wiped pawn. If that were the case, it was fine by him, but it was always better to just comply than to fight a fight you’re going to lose anyway.
Still, the superiors probably didn’t care for his method but, if they did, they never sent him a memo. Truth was that Kristoph’s method was like weeding: he brought out those people who wanted to live to see another day and removed those who would just be a problem. If anything he was the most cost-effect agent trainer that the organization had. You’d think that would afford him a raise of some kind but, it’s the government. What else could be expected?
Iota-9 didn’t seem the most pleased at the this prospect. It was understandable. Even though she had been playing nice thus far, there was still going to be that resistance until she either embraced the SUPER way of life willingly, or she was forced to. Still, he hoped that she wouldn’t be stupid and either make a scene or flat out refuse. That would be an instant failure. It interested him which route she would take…
Skewing up her courage, she gave him a firm look before she finally spoke to him, not in any angry tone, but there was still a bite of challenge to it.
>>"And what if I fail? Do I get put back in my cell or something?"
Truth was that if she wasn’t able to convince the young woman to join the ranks, there was really going to be no negative repercussions. It would be have been ridiculous to assume that a new recruit would be able to approach a new target and convince them that SUPER was their end all, be all on their first try. However the organization also needed to impress upon prospective field agents the folly of failure. It was all about the mind games, after all.
Kristoph, in a very deadpan voice, eyed the blonde. ”Failure would be best avoided.” He gave her a hard, scrutinizing, almost imparting with just his gaze that not succeeding would lead to terrible things. Another second later, a small grin pulled at his lips as he nodded to her. ”I’ll give you ten minutes to get your thoughts together. Then we’ll both head over and have a discussion with our new friend.”
Kristoph smirked as he watched the blonde out of the corner of his eye. He knew that she wasn’t happy to be here but, to be fair, he honestly didn’t care. He was just doing his job and he was showing her the ropes. If she was going to be an asset to SUPER then she was going to have to get used to this kind of thing. She would eventually need to learn how to comply if she was going to make it in this world...or she would be forced to.
In the meantime, there was bound to be some hard feelings. He got it, of course, It was a tough situation for anything to have to accept. Her freedom was essentially gone, but people were remarkable when it came to getting used to a new state of things. All she would need is time and consistency.
Sitting next to her, Kristoph took another bite of his burger as he watched the waitress across the street step back into the cafe and continue about her work. As she did so, his eye drifted back to Svetlana who had just finished giving him the rundown of her observations. He had to admit that she really was good at it and he praised her thusly. Of course, this lead to the young woman to the evitable conclusion about the waitresses fate…
>> "You hope to recruit her the nice way, huh…You're not gonna let a psychic walk around just like that. And we are not here to grab her or I wouldn't be here. Too risky. So... you gonna court her or something?"
He smirked. Behind his glasses he gave the blonde a knowing look as he casually tilted his head towards her. ”Oh, she’s going to be courted all right...just not by me.” He gave her a sly smile, the beard only making him look more diabolical. ”A big part of field work is recuiting, sweet stuff. By the end of the day,” he nodded across the street. ”You’re going to speak to that young woman and you’re going to praise the organization up and down.” He smiled again. ”Under my very close supervision, of course.”
Kristoph chuckled heartily at that. To be fair, he really didn’t know what was sexist about his comment. He called her Jane Bond, a female version of the name “James”. And the “006” was just because 007 was already taken. Besides, 006 was closer to 001 one, which, rank wise, would be higher. But rather than blast the new recruit with all this information, the agent simply bided his time, shrugged it off and turned his eyes back to the young woman across the street. Iota-Nine certain was the sensitive type, wasn’t she?
Still, her comment that she believed herself to be so experienced was something that gave him pause. The higher ups wanted her prepped for field service as soon as possible because of the usefulness of her abilities. Why not speed up the process and test these so-called “skills” a little bit? With a nod of his head, he turned back to the woman, pushing some fries over to her for her to sample as he inquired: what did she make of the scene? Surely if she was as super-spy as she believed herself to be, it would be an easy enough task to follow.
Arms crossed over his massive chest, he watched the woman with an arched brow as he asked her to describe what she saw, mainly of their target. There were a plethora of things that she could have said but, surprisingly she went into a dialogue that he truly hadn’t expected.
>>"Well, she is young, so she must have recently manifested. She is probably already tagged, or we would be trying to get closer to her. And if she is tagged and we are here, dat means she is useful to us, otherwise we'd only show if she made trouble, and she is clearly not making trouble. She is minding her own life. You know, like a person…So... she is useful, she does not have a physical mutation. And she has not been grabbed yet. She is working and being nice to people, so she is not hiding, or on the run. She doesn't know she's tagged, does she."
Sipping at his drink, Kristoph turned away from Svetlana as she went into her explanation. He eyes locked onto the woman in the café, smirking a bit at the narration that Svetlana provided him with. No words or sounds were even uttered as just listened, letting the blonde dissect the situation they were observing. When she had come to the end, he smirked a little. Framed by his beard it just made it appear both diabolical and cuddly.
”Not a clue,” he confirmed with a nod. ”Samantha Gregors. Eighteen. She was attacked by drunken, lust-filled frat boys, Unleashed a telekinetic wave…or…at least that is what one of the kids managed to describe.” He sighed. ”We found her. Put a tracker. And now are just keeping an eye to ensure that she stays on the up and up.” A slight grin as he finally turned back to Svetlana. ”Very good. We’ll make a field agent out of you yet.”
Kristoph was actually enjoying this. Not only for the fact that he got to sit next to an extremely attractive woman, but, also, because he liked to work with the new recruits. They still had that bit of fight and sass in them to try and make things difficult. However he was not a man who was easily put off by such things. He had a charming attitude, a ginger bear like smile, and more often than not, that actually worked to quell the fears of the newbies. It was effective at least…seventy-five percent of the time. Of course, there was that small number who held on tight to their beliefs that they would get out. Those were the ones that made him sad because he knew that the only way out of SUPER was either with compliance or forced compliance.
Svetlana, as she stubbornly refused to be called by her handle, was quiet for the most part but at least she wasn’t trying to starve herself. Even if her appetite was almost nonexistent, she still picked at her food often enough to keep herself alive and fit. He’d seen people try to starve themselves but the blonde, well, at the moment she was just a stubborn child trying to not eat her veggies. But she would…eventually.
At his comment about why Red Spider could defeat Yessica, she rolled her eyes and the man grinned. He could see that she understood he had a point. Powers weren’t everything in this world and SUPER was the reminder of that. There were many uber powerful mutants that these agents had been able to take down, against every odd imaginable. They were a living example that power didn’t meant everything.
Observing the blonde across the street, Kristoph sighed as he picked up his cup and took another sip. He had an addiction for this particular type of fountain drink. The bottled stuff never tasted the same. As he sipped, he was stopped when his blonde comrade questioned his garb, to which he shot back a compliment wrapped in a smile. Apparently Svetlana here was a fan of rolling her eyes.
>>"Look, I've done the whole undercover ops thing before. I don't need training wheels. And I don't think you brought me along for people to look at me."
”Ooooh, apologies Agent Jane Bond,” he paused and turned back to her. ”Unless you’d prefer 006?” he smirked a bit before he faced forward and into the café again. ”Alright Miss Super Spy,” He gestured across the street. ”Without looking at her file, tell me about our target today. Consider this a pop quiz.” He grinned as he pushed his basket of fries over to her to share. ”And please, take your time.”
Iota-Nine was a chip off the ole ice block. Kristoph knew she and Sabine had a training session together so maybe a bit of his partner had rubbed off on the blonde (heh), or maybe she was just still trying to get used to the fact that she was essentially being used as a weapon against her fellow mutants. Needless to say, he perfectly understood why she was being frosty to him. Still, he had hopes that his charm and demeanor would be enough to at least earn him a smile from the pretty blonde. She maybe a coerced recruitee but that didn’t mean that he could flirt a little.
Sitting back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, he picked up his drink again for another sip. He had been trying to make polite conversation with her since they got out here, mainly because he didn’t really believe that he needed to scare her into submission. He was sure that she wanted to run, despite how good she was being, but where would she go? The only people she knew in this dimension all worked for SUPER and with eyes on the portal already, she wasn’t going to get within one hundred feet of it.
Besides, she was already tagged so she definitely wasn’t going to run off and hide in the world. Even if she managed to get away, there was no way she would last longer than thirty minutes. SUPER was extremely effective in that regard and she would be scooped back into the fold soon enough. The only tragedy is that, if she proved herself unreliable here, well, there would be no other chose than to let the company psychics have a whack at her. It was a sad but a necessary contingency.
His mind return to the conversation as he picked up his massive burger and took another bite of it. He had been trying to draw her out with talk, namely about a pair of his favorite, femme fatale superheroines. As amazing as Yessica Yones was, Red Spider had way more training and experience dealing with the powered types. Honestly he wasn’t so sure he didn’t just like the character because she reminded him of a redheaded SUPER agent.
Huh…he wondered if that meant she was just a female version of himse--
>> "She has no power."
He turned back to the woman and smirked a bit. Shaking his head, he took in another pair of fries and munched on them thoughtfully as he took her comment under consideration. At least she was finally engaging.
”Powers aren’t everything,” he said with a sly grin and then sighed. ”I guess that’s just art imitating life.”
Silence descended upon them again. Lifting his gaze, he looked across the way towards the café. The young woman they were watching had stepped into view, delivering coffee orders to a couple of people who were waiting near the closest window to the street. She had a happy, practiced smile on her lips and, for the most part, looked no different than anyone else. It only those people whom she trusted, and of course SUPER, that knew precisely what she was.
>>"Is it company policy to dress so obviously like a secret agent, or is it your own style?"
He turned his head towards Iota-Nine and grinned a wide grin. With his large beard it only made it stretch and look fuller than it did before. ”Nothing obvious about my clothing at all,” he said with a dismissive wave. ”Besides..." he smiled. "...I'm sure that people would much rather pay attention to you than me."
