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...?
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Magic and Mystics
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There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
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Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
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He sputtered at her. It was terrifying, but there comes a point where the body's reaction to pain and adrenaline are just too much. If ever her heart was going to explode, it was probably now. Her hands and feet felt like large, clumsy blocks. She didn't feel any distinct pain yet. That was probably a bad sign.
Noel closed her eyes and tried to rally some spirit. She spit some of the pooling blood from her mouth and hoped it didn't ruin anything churchy.
Her voice was gravelly when she spoke. "You told me." And that was the the truth. If he hadn't grabbed for her, she wouldn't have had much ammo.
Not that Sylar could see the difference, but Noel's eyes went slightly out of focus. "I can see it. You struggle with the monster all the time." An involuntary shudder ran through her. More like she could experience it first hand since that's what his memories were. It wouldn't have been so bad if she didn't know the depths it came from. And seen some of the results.
She put her hands on Sylar's arms. He was younger than she'd originally guessed. It felt like she had him on the ropes, so the speak.
"I can see you and Roach." Noel had to stop and spit again. "He might have given up on humanity of any kind, but you haven't." Or at least he hadn't at the time. She wasn't a real psychic. Just a psychometric. "Roach bragged about eating his parents, for God's sake." Talk about a monster.
At least Sylar still had a parent.
A foggy light bulb went off in Noel's head. What if she could give this kid a second chance? What if she could tip the scales and keep him from giving in to that monster inside? It was a horrible risk. She didn't have any way to take a note or anything, but... it was worth a shot.
Noel put her hands on Sylar as best as she was able and directed his face toward hers so that she could look him directly in the eye. "Hey." She gurgled. "You're not a monster."
'Forget what your mom said about being a mutant. Forget the pain that she caused and your reaction. Forget.'
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> "On my way t' back ya up."
There was some chatter about who would then take over for Michael. It threw Noel's song out of whack and she had focus on starting a new one.
'This is the song that never ends...'
Checking the immediate area and finding it clear, the memorymancer decided to keep her eyes on the only two places someone might hide. It meant she had to stay mid room and leave her back to the door, though. Not ideal. The two places to hide behind closed doors: the "water closet" (AKA toilet) and a small, wood paneled window-less sauna.
Yeah. The bathroom had a sauna.
'It goes on and on, my friends...'
The WC had window. The bride had tried to jump through it earlier. So logically, if the singing was ongoing, the culprit was probably stuck hiding in the sauna.
'Some people started singin' it, not knowing what it was...'
Noel hummed to herself as she checked the pulse of the nearest melted pink pouf of a bridesmaid. She was alive. Noel would assume they were all alive then, just not conscious.
>"We gotta stop that singin'."
He was here, then. Noel kept her eyes on both doors in front of her.
"Water closet has a window. I'll open the sauna door, you sweep?" It was weird having to run this kind of thing over the radio when usually she'd be able to just say it.
Now where was she in her song?
'And they'll continue singin' it forever, just because this is the song that never ends...'
Every muscle tensed as Noel's instincts (and the voices in her head) screamed for her to run. She held herself from bolting, but could do nothing to stop the shaking. Of course, that all changed when she saw him lunging through the smokey barrier of the locust swarm. Noel turned and that's as far as she got.
One hand collided with her face, claws cutting into and through her cheek. The other of his clawed hands caught braid.
The result was immediate. Even as Sylar clawed his way down toward her throat and she impacted with the wall behind her, Noel's senses were no longer in the here and now. She sifted through the memories that she now had access to and latched onto the first thing she thought might give him pause.
“Oh Look, it's Sylar, he must have lost his cane and got lost huh?” She'd looked for his weaknesses, his pain from the past. The first thing she found was some bullying, but even worse were his own mother's words. “Sylar's a mutant? I knew he was different, but I never expected he wasn’t human” She let the words come out through her lips, verbatim as their original speakers said them. “Do we call the Police, or the Government? Were at a loss here.”
The next time she spoke, it was all Noel. "You're afraid of giving in to your darker side. Don't do it now. Don't... Oh my God." The words squeezed out as a whisper. Whatever Sylar was doing it hurt enough to help bring her out of the other mutant's memories. That and what she saw... "You ate someone? "
She couldn't just look at him, her pupils were doing their epileptic dance, but she tried. If she felt her memory wipe trigger, she would just go to her default "forget why you want to harm me." Assuming she could think that far.
"You guys should set up a rotation. Like nurses. Can't be healthy to be on call 24/7." Seriously. In New York, especially. Geez.
She did slow down halfway into her second taco. Noel wasn't an animal.
And now that higher level thinking was returning, Noel wondered how she ended up here. Besides the blood, they'd wanted to stay out of the public eye. The ol' rescue and disappear act. It was a tried and true hero thing apparently.
"If you want that shower, don't delay on my account." Noel smirked. In other words. "You stank." She, of course, as the guest did not stink in any way that mattered. But once the brunette finished her meal she did wipe her hands and pull her braid around so that she could pick out the dried bits of other people's DNA.
Noel swatted and spun drunkenly at seemingly nothing in the aisle near the pulpit.
She felt as if she was in the eye of a storm of locusts. They flew fast, zipping around and bouncing off. Little feet touched and gripped, tugging and pulling at her. They obscured her vision to what little she could see between the horde. She bumped into a candle stand and yelped before she even realized that it was just an inanimate object.
This was not right. No one mutant had this many powers. Ghost sounds, illusions, physical uhm... God, she just couldn't think! He was talking too much. And her body was in overdrive. She felt like she was burning up from the inside, but sported goose bumps.
He talked. Why did he talk so much? Noel put her hands over her ears and crouched behind the altar. If he'd just done it and come after her wouldn't it have been better? How long could she hold her breath?
> "Game over."
Not long enough. She gasped in her first full breath since he'd made it through the church door.
Noel wasn't sure when, but she had closed her eyes. Under stress, her power activated. Her power made her vision sway like a constant earthquake. Really. She wanted to run. Every fiber of her being was telling her to do so, but it just wasn't feasible.
So she stood. And she faced him with shaking hands and knees. The memorymancer opened her eyes. "I may not look it," She could barely squeak out a whisper. Could he even hear her over the drone of insects and the echoes of laughter? "But I've got my own weapons."
>"Thanks, but most of the make their intentions aaaaaaaall too clear."
"Could be the difference between intention and intent on action. Just let me know if you find one that gives you the willies." She didn't especially want to see into the memories of someone creepy, but if it was to keep Cafas safe, she would.
Ah, the patio. Noel was quite comfortable here. A little breeze, a good view, and they were divvying up the food. About time! Noel plopped into a comfortably cheap feeling chair and poured herself a glass of cola. She chugged that and then poured a second before ever going for a plate.
> "So, how was that as a first taste of the daily duties of X-men?"
"Was that a daily duty?" Noel took her first bite and had to take a moment to appreciate it for all its glory. There was a time when eating out was troublesome. Getting the memories of whats he tasted... well, she'd learned to find the good things and only dwell on those.
Sunshine and mud. The meager spread of vegetables gave off better memories than the pork ever would.
"How do you get anything else done?" She pulled away from the memory to check her phone clock. Not including taco time, that was still a hefty chuck of daylight. "Or do you get an X stipend?" Wouldn't that just be a kick in the teeth? She did good stuff all the time and no one gave her an X-bonus.
When Noel looked down her first taco was gone. She was pretty good at inhaling food. Hmm. She licked her fingers and went for another. The bite from the spices was starting to hit, but it burned so good.
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Ha! On a whim, Noel winked at Michael who was no longer a stranger. Normally, she wouldn't dare for fear that the recipient would take it the wrong way, but his southern charm was disarming. Didn't hillbillies all flirt with each other anyway? That's why they were all interbred? "Then Lord willing, I won't see you again until we're at the alter."
Since the meeting was over the brunette cleaned up her mess and went back to work.
Only. What she went back to wasn't a happy gaggle of pink chiffon she was expecting.
Her first indication that something was wrong was that her replacement was slumped against the door outside the bridal party's holding room. The guard looked exhausted. Noel hit the radio before she even got there. "We've got bridal suite drama. Checking it out now."
As she got closer, that's when Noel heard it.
Singing.
"You okay?" The memorymancer put her hand under the guard's chin and lifted her face toward Noel's. The guard was... asleep? Or comatose. Noel helped the guard slide down to a seated position.
Noel shook her head, feeling the first tinge of drowsiness now. She hit her radio again. "Mutant in proximity. Sleep inducing song at best guess. Going in."
Should she stuff her fingers in her ears and hum? No. She would need her hands. Noel grabbed up the closest thing she could, some napkins from one of their food deliveries and made do. She started humming the Star Spangled Banner. It was the first thing that came to mind.
She pulled her weapon but kept it by her leg so that she wouldn't scare those inside.
The bridesmaids were all sleeping as were the photographers. No. Wait. Actually... Noel counted the piles of pink chiffon and there was definitely one missing. Surprise, surprise. No bride.
"Yeah, the rifle." Noel confirmed Cafas' assumption about where she got her memories. "You leave a little bit of yourself behind wherever you go and things are a little less awkward to taste." Make that much less awkward, but a tad more risky. Who else could have held that rifle? She might have gotten lost falling down the wrong rabbit hole. But she didn't. Not this time.
> "Looking at me now, where I live, how I live, you'd never know I lived on the street..."
That did earn Cafas a cut of her eyes. "No wonder your head's not up your butt." Ah. That came out wrong. "I mean, you're incredibly down to earth for a rich guy. Yeah. I'll stop talking now."
One doorman, mail cubes, elevators without attendants. It wasn't screaming lavish extravagance like she had come to expect.
> "Excuse the mess."
"Excuse the intrusion." Who knew the ticket to Cafas' apartment was a little gore?
And a mess meant no maid. Noel was practically burning with curiosity now. She tried to take in every detail. The wall colors were neutral. Possibly left over from the last tenants. She set her soda down on the table, noting the filigree and feet. She didn't have to ask if it was antique. Somehow, she couldn't help but approve of the mess.
> "Want anything harder than the Cola?"
"No. Thank you." Noel didn't drink alcohol, as a rule, but she didn't want to make him feel bad for offering. She was on her best behavior. "Uh. Is it alright to sit?" Her pants were the worst offenders as far as blood soaking went. Most of it had dried, but she was betting her knees may still be tacky.
Noel hovered near the headshots. "If you ever need to find one of those fans... or to know their intent..." The memorymancer shrugged. She figured that she would offer.
> "You never did tell me how you acquire people's memories."
"You noticed that, did you?" Noel wrinkled her nose in response to a once-over she got from another woman. She could tell the other lady had made up her mind based on what she heard before she ever even looked at Noel.
But the extra walking room was a unique luxury on a New York street. Noel figured she'd never see any of these strangers again anyway.
"TLDR; I taste them." A matter of fact answer. She could have teased him, but in all honesty she was embarrassed about it all. The memorymancer kept her eyes on the path in front of them so that she wouldn't feel the need to gauge Cafas' reaction.
> "Not much further."
"I guess I shouldn't be surprised that this is a really expensive part of town."
>>"Uhhg what is that smell!?"
Noel lengthened her stride yet again. This was the power walk of ages.
Noel counted out change from the depths of her wallet and ended up taking a few from the take-a-penny cup in order to make perfect change. "What? That's what it's there for."
She exited the corner store with two gatorades, one of each blue, and a two liter for herself. Yes. It was that kind of day. She worked open the two liter and took a swig out from the top to wash down the gel caps she'd gotten. It was probably placebo or caffeine addiction or something because that was a near instant release of tension from between her eyes.
The headache wasn't gone, but it was a start.
Cafas was just leaving the truck with box in hand when Noel got there, two liter under one arm and bag of gatorades. Her mouth did an admirable impression of a river. "Please tell me your place isn't far. That smells divine."
She grabbed her head and mashed her hands over her ears. The action didn't even seem to block out the sound, but it made her feel a minuscule amount better. Like she could at least control this one thing. The memorymancer let herself sliiide down to a seated position with her back against the door. He was playing with her, toying with her.
Noel hated that.
She hated feeling helpless, useless, afraid... on top of all that a headache began forming behind her eyes. This reminded her of something. The memory was just out of reach. Like tip-of-the-tongue syndrome, she knew it was there, but couldn't retrieve it. Now was so not the time.
The door behind her slammed and the memorymancer jumped, letting her ears free again. Her breath hitched in a way that made her choke on her own scream.
> "You can't outrun me human. I can hear you, your racing heart and desperate breathes. I will get you!"
Just knowing he was on the other side of the door made Noel's heart start jackhammering again. Shouldn't she have some sassy reply? Maybe. But now that she knew where he was she knew which way not to run.
Was the night darker now that she had pissed off a real monster? Was it getting hotter and hotter? Were there more of him than just one?
It felt as if she was running into a swarm of insects, all nipping and biting. Her pupils vibrated with the unconscious release of her power and she swatted at nothing.
All the while, Noel ran. Her boots slapped against the stone floor, but she wasn't thinking about strategy or stealth. If she was, she wouldn't have run straight down the aisle. She was just exercising her primal lizard brain and running away from what scared her.
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The kimchi wasn't half bad. Not at all what she expected, but not bad either. Noel tucked in to a sub-like sandwich and a side of the fermented side dish. She was going to need her strength to keep up
> "Yeah, Michael Hunter from Blackforest."
"Mmmf!" Noel waved the other guy over, her mouth too full to really say anything before she'd finished. She chewed like the wind and washed her bite down with a swig of Diet Coke.
He probably hadn't seen her since he was busy playing macho with the men-folk. Noel waited until he had his earpiece in before she hit her button to broadcast.
"Hey, Blackforest, take a seat. You're blocking the view." The brunette kicked out the only other chair at her table toward the newcomer latecomer. Most of the others were standing, but Noel was sitting and eating. Well, more like scarfing. It was her lunch break and she intended to use it.
The meeting went on. It was good to know where the reliable people were being placed. And of course, it was good to scope out the contractor between bites of sandwich. Once she'd finished and all the preliminaries were taken care of, Noel offered her freshly napkin-ed hand.
A weapon. She needed a weapon. Something real. And real pointy. Or shoot-y. Yeah. A gun would be better for the range.
Unfortunately, this was hallowed ground. They didn't like guns or swords or bombs or whatever. They wanted non-violent guar— What was that?
Thinking that she'd seen something darting ahead of her, Noel skidded to a stop in order to rapidly change her direction. She threw herself against the church doors and fumbled with her keys until the padlock was off and she was inside. She wrapped the chain around the inside of the doors with jittery hands.
Her heart was slamming between her ears. It made it hard to think and her vision throbbed in time with the constant jack-hammering.
Was she safe? Hardly. That thing had made confetti of steel shelving.
A soft chuckle made her squeal and then slap her hand over her own mouth. Was that..? Was he playing with her? How could he have possibly beat her here?
Soft whispers of sound made the memorymancer whip her head around to find the source. No! She wasn't going to go down like this! She would... she would... her mind was actually running a blank. Any time she thought about that thing she just blanked into screaming white noise.
"Holy mother protect me." She whispered a quick prayer. Hey. She was in a church. If ever she was going to get a response, now would be the time.
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Chicks wearing the same dress 2014. Flash. One of the professional photographers took yet another photo of the bridesmaids in their soft pink poufs of chiffon. They were doing hair and makeup even though they'd had theirs done professionally earlier. Bonbons. Sparkly jewelry. Personalized monogrammed EVERYTHING. High heels.
Noel'd started this day early. As early as these girls, in fact. But while they had been manicured, massaged, and pampered, Noel had mostly been on her feet.
It was weird, after their earlier photo shoot, to be cooped up in what was technically a bathroom and closet, but considering that they had room enough for several mirrors and cushioned benches, it could have been worse. It may have been a cliché, but the room combo actually was much larger than Noel's rented room.
The job was pretty cushy. It was like a backstage pass to a whole new world.
The bride, herself, was taking a break from it all. Noel hadn't heard her crinoline in almost 10 minutes since she shut herself in the bathroom. Which was why the brunette was knocking now on the door.
"Ma'am?" Or. Well. She was young so that probably wouldn't go over well. Noel cleared her throat and tried again. "Miss? You're missing out on the fun. Your friends are uh-" stuffing their faces. No. Uh. "having a lot of fun." Oh. So lame. Shouldn't Noel have heard a snort of derision or at least a sigh?
"Miss?" Noel checked her watch. "I've got a meeting soon if you could just step out to meet my substitute... Miss?" She jiggled the locked door. It was just a simple bathroom lock. It took a coin to turn and unlock the door from this side and once she had, Noel regretted letting the kid out of her sight.
The bathroom wasn't empty, but it was mostly unoccupied. The wedding dress had enough structure to sit upright without a body in it.
The bride? Her bare feet were the only things Noel could see past the hinged, frosted window that faced the upper level walkway. She'd wriggled almost all the way out there, still in her petticoat. Impressive given the width of that window. This was her best escape attempt yet.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Noel caught the young miss by the ankles and with the help of a bridesmaid or two hauled the bride back indoors.
The bridesmaids were all over it. Cold feet. She just needed to see her handsome, rich groom to know she was doing the right thing. How could she give up all this? Have a bonbon. Yadda, yadda. Noel'd heard the same thing all day. It didn't make the kid any less flighty last time.
"She's a runner." Noel advised her replacement on her way out. "Seriously. Don't let her out of your sight." The memormancer was going to grab a bite to eat and hit up the joint meeting to find out if they wanted her back here or somewhere else.
Running was what she'd already decided she was doing and now that was the best idea she'd had all day. Maybe all year. She'd entered the door to the storeroom only minutes before. Now she was leaving it behind like she'd been the robber. Backup was supposed to be on the way, but none of them heard that noise.
His threat was but another thing left in her wake. She might have paid more attention to it had she been standing there, ready to face him.
Noel's heart was up in her throat and that was only partly because she ate more doughnuts than was pretty. The other part she attributed to the running. Because she was probably putting her current record to shame.
