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.
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Ranger blurted out a fact about himself, but between the candle smoke, the wine, the salmon, the pumpkin spice and "smell my nuts"... Noel had no idea if he'd actually done what he said he did. That had promise, but it wasn’t the kind of testing that made her feel better. The real test would be for the memories. There were plenty of ways to trick her truth-sense.
So she asked him to dance. She hadn’t expected his face to light up that much, for him to practically jump at the chance. It was endearing in the irresistible way that puppies were cute and the sky was blue. How did this man not get to dance every day? He even swapped the song. It was still country, just more peppy.
"Wait. Is this different?" How was she stepping on her own feet, now? She remembered the lesson from last time and she was almost sure this wasn’t the same. Or, it was possible that her feet weren’t working quite the same after a glass and a half on a near-empty stomach. The fact that it had been a few weeks, ten years, and a faster pace were only further compounding the issue.
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As if she didn’t know it before, Noel knew for sure now she was completely out-classed. Besides the fight-truck lifting and knife-proofing there was a set of night eyes and experience. Ten years less than before still left him with plenty. He had skills beyond what God gave him. Finding candles in the dark wasn’t one of them, but on the scale of relative usefulness that was easily forgiven.
> ”What… Who… Why would someone name a candle that?”
There wasn’t much that was going to get Noel to eat dinner now. She’d snorted her wine. Ohhhhhh that kind of burned and set off a whole other round of laughs.
”I dunno, but it doesn’t smell bad at least. I wonder if we’ve tried strong smells to block taste. Maybe a long shot, but the senses are related.” Beautiful day, being the odd man out as far as scents got pulled toward Noel and blown out. She took a big whiff of the wick smoke as it smoldered its last. That was much more pleasant than a cottony linen cleaning soap smell. Everything else seemed at least like it could live in a coffee drink together.
Taking out a candle dimmed their overall lighting, but they were performing rocket surgery. Just eating, or in Noel’s case just drinking.
”Is that what you were playing on the train?” She mentally struck musical taste from his list of positives. ”You just gotta play into stereotypes don’t you? At the wedding, too, huh?” In fact, she remembered getting a dance lesson… maybe she wasn’t completely useless.
Noel stood and offered her hand to the Ranger.
”I think I remember you saying that you didn’t get to dance enough. You’d do it every day? Something like that.”
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Well now she actually wanted to know if he was lightning proof. The eyes weren't sounding like a very fun reactive property... adaption? Did this make the Ranger a type of adapted? She puzzled that over as he managed the candle situation.
"Did you do a lot of jumps?"
Light flared in the form of a lighter and finally Noel joined the land of the sighted again. With the only source of their light being from a few squat candles and one taper, the walls felt closer and the evening felt more like deepest night. She also saw that she'd poured an even heftier portion wine into her glass than the Ranger had. The danger of pouring in the dark.
"And lucky we don't need wifi or tv." She added to the temperature comment. It was quite chilly... for Texas. That meant the worst they were up against was rain. So long as they had a roof that wasn't going to be an issue. Noel had been hoping they could just chill and watch a movie, though.
Noel paused again with her next bite of fish just moments from her mouth. Was that... cinnamon?
She set it down and turned the candle labels around to face her direction. She had to roll her lips together to keep from laughing.
"Ranger these are scented candles. Pumpkin spice. Beautiful day? What even...? And... this one." Okay. So she couldn't hold it in any more. She devolved into laughter and turned the brownish one around for the Ranger to see the label for himself.
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The tea was fine for a drink without sugar. It did not make the fish any more palatable, though. She took another bite anyway.
> "What works the best?”
"No alcohol, hot sauce, or citrus worked. Temperature burns are apparently locally effective, but only for food." She had burned her tongue all in an attempt to not taste. Future her was in some ways a badass, in other ways totally pathetic. Trying to avoid the ambient flavors of the city, she could understand to a degree. They were annoying. But only just annoying. It didn't really hurt her. What did hurt her was a severe lack of personal brainspace. She only had a few years that were hers.
Noel took a sip of wine and it was light and refreshing for what it was. She would not have chosen it if left to her own devices. Just like she wouldn't have chosen fish... except somehow she'd been the one to choose them both tonight. "I guess I was pretty desperate to not take in memories if I was willing to--"
Lightning must have struck the house, the boom that kicked in after was so loud, Noel felt it in her teeth.
She froze in place and listened for all she was worth while she waited for her eyes to adjust. Another flash that caught the Ranger's eyes like a bad camera shot. Red. Not glowing, just an abnormal catch of the light. She frowned at the pitch blackness that was only sometimes punctuated with a bright flash.
"What are you lightning proof too?"
Noel took another sip while she waited on the Ranger to make good on his promise of candles. She could hear him rummaging around like normal movements. He didn't seem to be having any trouble without the lights.
"Oh and he can see in the dark." She tipped her glass up, but found it empty so Noel fumbled her way to the bottle for seconds.
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"TV doesn't taste. That's why I like it." Books didn't taste either, but books were somehow more lonely. Noel scraped out a bite of fish and tried to psyche herself up to try it. It was just a fish. And there had been ample amounts of butter involved. How bad could it be?
>"...There’s plenty of raw vegetables.”
An ominous roll of thunder accentuated his offer. Yeah. Noel felt about the same way.
"Please, I'm an adult now. I only eat vegetables when they come with what I ordered." At least veggies could be eaten raw, but Noel tended to avoid them and any other fresh ingredients to cook considering their quick spoiling rates.
She started to lift her fork and hesitated for a moment when he offered the wine. So far as she remembered, alcohol hadn't jumped up and knocked her silly just after one drink. And, as an added benefit, in her recall the Ranger had been the one who'd been there the last time she drank. Her notes made it sound like alcohol was a normal part of how they did things. A part of who she was now, and a result of being in a trustworthy environment.
She slid her glass over so he could fill it. "Yes please." And that was trust right there.
No more delays. Salmon in. Noel cringed a bit around the eyes. It wasn't... terrible. But it was food. She tried a second bite before she might think herself out of it.
"Last time I asked you to lie to me to test if that paint thinner stripped my tastebuds. Old me has a whole chart on efficacy so I guess we hammered that one out pretty thoroughly." And no amount of alcohol seemed to work. That was a point against alcohol, honestly.
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"Scrubs is a fantastic show." And Walker... that had to be Texas Ranger. Noel didn't feel too terribly out of place talking about episodic shows. "I don't know why, I especially like campy old shows and movies. The more serial shows are... rough."
He plated the fish and suddenly, despite the lack of side dish and bread, it was like a restaurant.
Like a... date. He even held her chair.
It wouldn't hurt her to take it, but she took the other chair instead. He was the one with the hurt toucas. She didn't need the help.
"I don't mind just fish... I don't think." She had to qualify lest that statement start to sour in her mouth. She honestly didn't know. It didn't smell terrible. Noel poured tea for herself and made a motion for the Ranger in case he wanted some too. The wine, she decided to leave to the Ranger, who clearly knew much more about these things.
"Well, I guess, here's to getting an extra ten years." She held up her tea and a rumble of thunder loud enough to rattle her chair sounded. Things were picking up out there, not that they had anywhere else to be.
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Only the one scar. Noel hadn't ever bothered to carve out a time to go get that healed away. It wasn't exactly a priority since literally no one had ever had reason to see it... until now.
"I think I've heard that about Walt Disney, but I haven't seen him walking around recently, either." So that was gonna be hard to prove.
The Ranger mentioned a file on the other universe. That was a thought. "You think we stumbled into a different universe?" How would they know? Noel puzzled it over as she finished the table setting. Forks, knives, napkins, plates, glassware, she had it all.
"There's no tablecloth, but someone's grandmama would be proud." And it made her at least a little happy to see everything in its place. The wine... she found a place for the bottle on the table and went back to the kitchen to scrounge for an opener.
A sound against the window made Noel curious enough to check what was going on behind the over-sink curtain. Gentle patters of rain landed sideways, pooled, and ran down the window's surface. By the puddles on the ground, it must've started soon after they walked in the door. She just hadn't heard it until now.
"And how do you not know what Futurama is? Do you not watch any TV?" Thunder rolled gently and extendedly over the surrounding hills. That somehow settled things a bit.
"I guess it doesn't matter what happened. We can't undo it. I haven't watched the news, but I think we'd know if it had happened on a large scale. So the best path is to move forward." And that was a freeing decision, one she'd likely had to come to time and time again.
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Not having the opportunity was an option she had considered before, in her time as the only one awake on the train. She'd tried on a lot of different scenarios, thinking back to the times she'd been embattled and desperate. She'd had a sharpie most times she could remember. Not every time, but most. She also wore suits and heels always. None of that had been in her bag, either. Though judging by the underwear the guy who'd packed had gotten her a VERY informal bag. Not a work bag, despite the weapons.
"I keep thinking this is my fault, but unless I got a power upgrade just like you... I don't change people physically." Though, now she sure as hell was gonna try... after she got the plates out, though. She still had a table setting to make.
She also should have foreseen that the Ranger would turn that question back on her. It was easy enough, though. She had already probed the edges of her memory and explored where the stolen memories ended and hers began. Similarly, she'd thought long and hard about where she ended before all this began.
"Inter-departmental cooperation in chasing down a drug ring. Red pills with a fancy letter stamp. I was taking a taxi home and had my back all scuffed up from being dragged across the asphalt. I mean, it was mostly the suit jacket that got the worst of it, but no scuffs when you were back there, I assume." She also assumed she would have felt it, but so far as Noel knew she didn't even have a scab.
"I do know there's healers in governmental employ. I used to have a nasty scar right here." Noel traced the line of where it used to be, from the side of her upper lip and up around her cheek. It had taken some letting go to allow that to be healed away. But it was gone in the time she remembered. She knew scar healing was a thing that was possible. "So, I guess I'm saying if it was time travel they'd have had to heal my back and that makes that less likely. So. I guess it's not time travel." That cut off one large avenue of options.
So, time had passed. But then, it didn't.
"Did you know they let mutants on the force now? Like, just... out there. My contact was a water mutant."
Of course now was technically ten years ago. It was probably more of a thing now than it was back then. Noel folded napkins and went to fetch the glassware.
"Wonder if that old water mutant kicked the bucket yet. He was old even back then." She could almost see her notes under the photo as she reviewed the memory. Personal memories were spottier and harder to review, harder to trust, too. Jorge (hor-hay). She couldn't remember his last name, though she could guess it wasn't a super-duper long name. Maybe it'd started with an M or a C? V? Could it have been a V?
"...you think cryofreezing is a thing? They did it in Futurama."
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She started at the wine rack, not at all knowing anything about anything. Luckily some of the wines had short descriptions. Dry, fruity, white, red, note of caramel? She picked a white one that sounded safe.
"Refreshing, expressive, and aromatic," she read, with notes of citrus?" He added lemon. She deemed that a match and called it a day.
He'd also said tea so Noel set about making tea. There was a glass pitcher and glass glasses. Glassware? It wasn't fancy looking, just straight sided cups and a single kind of wine glass, but it felt fancy to Noel. She knew her memory held fancier, but... this was real glass and it was really here. The memories that weren't hers were as good as watching a tactile television sometimes.
To be extra super-duper safe she washed it all again, especially around the lips of the glasses.
How very... domestic. Even the compliments and downplay of personal skill was idyllic in it's own way. Like something she'd seen on TV once. She deftly ignored his compliment. That was neither here nor there.
"On paper, we sound like a complete set, though if the decision making is up to me..." What? They were screwed? That's what she'd started to say and then stopped. Noel had a decent gut reaction and at least some training. Discerning truth was a major advantage in a lot of do-or-die situations, too... he was right. They were a balancing act. It would take the both of them to ram through an agenda. "If it's up to me, I'm not used to that."
Right now, he was the only crutch she felt she could lean on. Everything else had been ripped away. She didn't like having no back up, no verification. Maybe she even had all that if she took the time to sort through it...
"I'm used to kiddy-proofing my life. The things I remember- none of this fits that. I don't have glassware. I don't cook. I leave myself notes and I follow my rules. Rules like, don't trust anything written down that's not written in my own handwriting. Only, there's a computer now instead. Check your tattoos... only I don't have any tattoos! Before all this, I would have sworn I did and I'd pass that polygraph."
Her name. An address. Don't trust anyone. She'd had quite a few words as well as pictures, and she was sure none of that was purely decorative. Noel turned the tap to the hot water, hot as it would go and let it run.
"I leave myself a trail. I always leave myself a trail. Even if it's just marker on my arm."
Maybe that was her big problem. It wasn't that it was ten years gone, and an active ten years at that. It was that she hadn't seemed prepared for it. Every single bit of permanence was gone.
And, now that things were sizzling and buttered, Noel unknit her brow to peek over the Ranger's shoulder. Oh! Right the tea. She moved the pitcher into the sink to catch the now steaming water. She also re-read the instructions for the third time so that she double-triple knew how many 'sachets' of tea to put in.
"What's the last thing you remember? Like, up to the very minute." Last time she'd asked, he'd said something general like packing a bag for an oversea thing. She'd forgotten to look it up and see if it happened with him in it. She was going to google up everything, if she could. Maybe the traffic would out them, but there had to be some proof of some of that stuff.
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Noel made the universal hand gesture for 'by all means, continue' as far as the fish went. As a grown up with manners, she would at least have to try it. The Ranger didn’t know anything as decisively as Noel wanted him to. Then again, if he’d up and started bossing her around, maybe then they wouldn’t have been as good a fit as they’d ended up.
This was weirdly like being in a room with an ex boyfriend. Only, Noel hadn’t had any exes that she could recall. They’d had something. But it was over, or not yet. There was the weight of a lot unsaid words in the room, even after asking the first big question.
The next big one loomed.
Naturally, Noel ignored it. She didn’t have an answer and asking wouldn’t tell her if SUPER was her future. She didn’t know if the pieces she was missing from that puzzle were even in this room, but there was at least one thing of major value here. She had told herself in her notes that she could trust him, take him at face value. He wasn’t hiding anything. He was just a dude, doing his thing.
”I can see how we ended up as a team, I think.” She eased herself onto one of the barstools to watch the Ranger work. ”You’re scary capable,” a certain destroyed window from the wedding came to mind, ”you’re not a braggart so you don’t stray into stretched truths. You can carry out a directive without having all the information.” It seemed like there should be more…
”Oh. And you can cook.”
By comparison, she was functionally useless and that terrified her. If she was only good for one thing, she didn’t have any options besides SUPER, did she? Noel hopped down to collect napkins and forks and cups to make a proper place setting. Someone in her memories liked setting places. It wasn’t a harmful urge to give in to.
”Looks like there’s tea, or water, or wine.” The tea was as of yet unmade, but there were instructions...
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The last 6 years? "You mean the last 6 years before the last 10?" Noel presumed, and just that much presuming made her head hurt. Were they supposed to pretend that those years didn't happen? They effectively hadn't, physically or mentally. She ran her hands over her face as she listened to the food options.
Noel didn't even know if she liked fish.
"Okay. New plan. Fish goes bad first. If you know how to make it then... I don't know. People eat that raw too? No, you said grilled." Her indecision was crippling.
The more she'd read, the more twisted up she got about being in the same room as Michael Hunter. Before, it'd been easier to focus on doing and going. Just being was different.
"So where do we go from here, Ranger? Do we pretend the last ten years didn't happen? Do we... try to catch up?"
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There were few things funnier than a harmless prank. If both parties ended up smiling and shaking their heads, then that was a total win in Noel's book. And according to her digital notebook, they'd had more than a few shenanigans in their time... times that were effectively erased now.
"Have you been overseas?" She should have guessed that, honestly, with the acronyms and the official... officiallness he had. Noel, too, was official, but so rarely trusted to go anywhere by herself. It made absolute sense that she had a partner, especially a semi-permanent or totally permanent partner.
Noel found herself a bar-height seat to lean against the back of. Sitting was still out for now, more because of sitting too long rather than tracker soreness.
"Nah, I'm fine." And... that was actually all she had to say.
This was going to be a really long foreseeable future.
"So... we order take out?" Sure, there were ingredients, but what kind of New Yorker knew how to cook?
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She'd managed to hold it together. Between dozing off through the next train ride and borrowing and ditching cars, they'd had enough of the here and now to talk about that things weren't weird.
Walking into a cabin and knowing they had nowhere to go and nothing to do for the next who-knows-when was. It was totally weird.
Considering the fact that the Ranger hadn't strangled her to death for funzies yet, she was pretty sure she was okay. He also did the gallant thing in offering her the bed. The entire bedroom, infact.
"Thanks." The couch didn't look like much. She made a mental note to bring him a pillow at least.
Noel dropped her bag just inside the bedroom door and took a moment to stretch. There wasn't much to the room. It was "cabin chic" with exposed wood log rounds for the walls and rough hewn furniture. Everything smelled a bit rustic, but not totally unused. Someone had been there recently enough to stock the fridge, and there were sheets on the bed.
They were gonna have to talk about this eventually. It had been building in the car and through their escapades. Only, she didn't know what to say... So she grabbed a pillow and tossed it at the Ranger's head, instead.
"How's the butt?" After all that sitting, she wanted to stand for a bit and her sore spot wasn't as poorly placed as his was.
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Noel did not ventilate the Ranger. Nor did she spare a shred of concern for the couple that ended up with their trackers. Maybe she should have, or maybe she should have trusted the agency more. Maybe it was too ironic that having one herself felt too controlling right now.
> ”Thoughts on keepin’ our movements chaotic?”
"Go by dirt bike?" She sighed, afraid he might have thought that was a serious suggestion. She still had so much to figure out. "Honestly, I've worked so hard at containing the chaos. You also seem like trouble has jumped you more than once. Maybe we just, give in to the minions of chaos. Go to the mall, are there still malls? They always have cars just laying around." Again, kidding. Kind of.
"We are going to have to face the music from today either way, aren't we?"
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Oh more data and computer screens. Noel slid down the wall to sit back on the cruel, hard floor. Jooooy.
"I'll get there eventually." She'd found the eggs and her appetite, even just a few hours could do wonders.
After the Ranger had gone, Noel did peek at his computer. She want sure what she expected, but confirmation of their mission was not it. Maybe... She erased all the mission memories to make things more genuine. Maybe they submitted reports and then forgot. On purpose.
Still, there was nothing that Noel could imagine that might be bad enough to have her nuke 10 years of memory...
There wasn't anything to pack considering the fact that they did zero unpacking, but Noel did take the opportunity to change her clothes. Quickly, (and begrudgingly when it came to the discomfort of the underoos) though she was a bit hung up on having to stretch to change her shirt.
