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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
Zaid was still trying to lap his drink when Jude answered the powers question. Tasting lies? Oh! That explained the sudden spit take when he walked past. ”I take it the bigger the lie the worst it tastes?”
Somehow he felt he was not getting this drinking thing. He pushed the cup up to his face to try to get closer to the liquid, failure.
Then Jude hugged him and....”Aces, Jude, when did you come up with that name for me? And, your drinking! Without me!” He wanted to feel offended, but the more he looked at Jude, the more ‘off’ he seemed.
The girl’s body saved him from being confused long. He had just tilted the cup to get the liquid closer, and the body swap comment made him loose focus and liquid sloshed against his face. He coughed, yanking the cup away before he could get anything on his suit, pressing a hand to his now juice covered chin.
”What’ll wear off? The swap? Why the heck is this dang thing so hard to drink out of!” he was going to drown himself by the end of the night. Or wear his beverage. Or both.
Zaid was caught in a moral dilemma. Letting Texas continue with his poor attempt at makeup would certainly up the ante on humor, but walking away while he was so obviously clown faced would make him look bad as a human. With a face-palm, Zaid grabbed the hand fussing with lipstick and gently stopped the attempt.
"Hon, you are making yourself look like a Ringling Bros escapee, I would quit while you're ahead. Just, stay there." With a quick gesture for her (him) to stay, Zaid zipped to a nearby table and grabbed a bottle of water an a clean linen napkin. The laundry person would hate him, but this was a bit more important. Wetting the cloth, he gestured for Noel to look at him. "Not trying to get up close and personal but I don't think you're steady enough to fix this."
Then, Boots' (body) did something...weird. Their eyes met and he swore they like, twitched. Or moved, or what the heck were they doing? Zaid found himself staring for longer than planned, completely drawn in by the motion. He finally blinked, and shook his head, holding out the napkin. "Actually, I think I see your guy walking up. Maybe he can help you. Just, don't try on your own until then."
Still trying to shake the feeling, he walked back to where Jude and Rhia were standing, grabbing a cup of juice in the meantime. He needed something to shake off the strangeness. But when he approached, he found himself staring at the cup, sort of lost on what he was actually doing with it. He opened his mouth, blinked, shut it again. Stars, what was he supposed to do with this?
"Hey, Jude, what are Boots powers again?" He kept staring at the cup trying to figure out how to get the liquid from the container into his mouth. In the end, he did the bunny thing and lapped it with his tongue. Ha. Won.
The trash talk was normal. Heck, in an arcade was one of the few places Zaid could hear it and almost feel a bit happy over it. There was a bit more fun in the banter, and the desire to meet and overcome an opponent. Plus, even if you lost there was the general 'better luck next time' mentality. High scores were never final scores. The game would always continue.
Booker turned down the dance game, so Zaid turned and pointed to a nearby racing one. "Anything else strike your fancy? I mean, you can always try to defend your honor while I'm still in the building. I haven't had a chance to actually game against anyone in awhile. It would be a good experience." Experience, challenge, they both were valid.
The race game was a candy themed Go Kart adventure with various characters in bright colors. It wasn't as much fun going against the computer, but with another racer you could use power ups and sabotage to your delight. You could drive well and miss the opportunity for the weapons, and be taken out by a well placed taffy torpedo. [/font][/font]
Posted by Zaid on Mar 12, 2020 15:50:06 GMT -6
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Zaid enjoyed the spit-take, and then noticed as Boots (Texas) was heading toward the bathroom. There was a moment when the little solo giraffe was wandering through the floor barefoot, and Zaid felt his ears tilt with the impending sense of foreshadowing. Then, she wandered into the bathroom. Oh, the men's bathroom. Clearly, Texas was too drunk to remember he was a she right now.
Zaid paused for a second, and watched as Texas (Boots) also went that direction. This body got waylaid by another BlacTac employee, and Zaid realized the Boots' body was still stuck in the men's bathroom unsupervised.
After a moment's consideration, he wandered that way. He was torn between helping, and watching the fiasco.
His conscious was spared when Boots (body) exited the bathroom, in the process of pawing at their dress with a glob of toilet paper. He felt his eyes widen in surprise. "Stars! What are you doing? You're leaving toilet paper lint all over your dress!" He glanced around, wondering if there was a rag he should get her or not. "Don't wipe at it more you'll make it....Oh...Your make-up." He paused again, now having a good look at her. Drunk and whisky spit-takes did not mix. "I, uh. did you bring anything extra to touch up with? You may want to fix your...eyeliner...lipstick, just...oh stars, everything."
He wanted to laugh, but this punishment looked a lot more painful up close. She was going to look like a panda if she didn't do something. Or, he would look like a panda.
Although, with Zaid suggesting Ranger touch up the make-up while tipsy, this could get even worse.
Zaid was not as superstitious as her parents had been, but he did feel Karma could show itself at unlikely times. Today it seemed to arrive in a body swapping mutant. He could not quite share Jude’s level of glee (since his first meeting with the two had been apparently with their bodies misplaced), but the idea of the Texas cowboy tottering around in a dress and heels was enough for him to join the laughter.
Then, Jude gave him a mission. Zaid grinned wickedly, and tilted one ear as he did, ”Challenge accepted. Wish me luck!”
He sauntered his way toward the drink table, knowing it would cross paths directly behind the seated Boots...err, Texas. Texas in Boots body? He took out his phone, muttering to himself in Japanese as he passed behind them.
The lie, roughly translated, came out to be: “I am a Texas polar bear who eats mice every full moon.”
He managed to do so when the woman had taken a very large swing of her drink. It promised to be a decent spit take if he had timed it right, and better yet, Tedward was right in the line of fire.
He tucked his phone in his pocket and collected his drink, ears taking in the sounds of the well placed kid.
Zaid has known Jude for long enough to sense his boyfriend had a dislike for ‘Boots’. While he had come to terms with Jude’s friendly (and occasionally flirtatious) personality, the reception this woman received was less than glowing. He would venture to say it was icy, even. There were stories, he was sure, about how she caused an incident or two for Jude to clean up. Or it could be the fact that she was dating his boss, but Jude seemed mostly friendly toward the other man. It was something he was sure he could hear about more.
Zaid giggled against his will several times during the conversation. The left the truck got, the worse Ranger seemed to look. Zaid has enough sense to feel somewhat bad for the man, but did not ruin the sport. He just let things roll, enjoyed his company, and burst into another fit of giggles when they left.
”I take it you two don’t get along?” Zaid commented, watching the couple leave. ”Although, was it just me or did they seem....off? Are they always like that? Texas sure seemed awful forced...” Texas being Ranger in this conversation.
He peaked over Jude’s shoulder the direction the couple had left, and could have sworn he saw Noel take an unsteady tilt on her heals. [b”And who wears those shoes if they can’t even walk in them?”[/b] he remarked. ”She could have gotten away with flats if she didn’t want to look like a baby giraffe learning to walk....”
Zaid listener to the various stories of escalating escapades the couple had been on, and eventually a sort of giggle had to be shushed by his own hand. His ears flicked back with delight at Jude’s creativity, and he further felt happy at the way Jude declared how long they had been together.
This was Zaid’s first relationship and it left him teetering between glee and nervousness sometimes. The sort of butterflies that threaten to turn into nausea at any given moment depending on what was said. He was waiting for the day jude decided having a bunny was not the most manly relationship, and possibly collect a girl for himself instead. It was hard not to feel the initial flash of doubt from time to time. But they were doing good. Heck, they had made the efforts to get a place together. That was a pretty serious direction?
”Yup, like the week before. I was working Christmas. Next year I’ll actually have to get it off.” His brain couldn’t help thinking agaead. It was going good. Why not?
Then, they ran with the joke. Zaid went pink to scarlet and covered his face with a hand, ”Stars, both of you are going to make make my fur pink. I’m working in a kitchen so I should get used to it, but...” he kept having mental images now. There were things he didn’t need to be thinking if at the wedding.
A distraction showed up, thankfully, and Zaid lifted his hand to see Jude’s boss. His ear twitched once, the accent feeling, weird. Also, how could Jude’s boss not remember Zaid’s name? He was pretty sure it would have come up before. He rolled with it, accepting the hand and trying not to flinch at the overly strong grip, ”Zaid, nice to meet you.”
Zaid listened as Jude talked about his coworkers. Now that he could actually see the rather rowdy batch of men, it was a bit clearer what the copycat dealt with on a daily basis. That was a lot of energy, and, quite frankly, testosterone to go around. Zaid was glad he did not work in that environment. He would never measure up to half these men, figuratively and literally. Unless he got to count his ears. There were a few who were probably even taller than those, though.
"I'm only giving him credit because if he hadn't jumped town, you wouldn't have had the dogs. And honestly without the dogs, I'm not sure we would have met," Zaid said, tilting one ear down with consideration. "He deserves plenty of harassment for making your job harder than it already is. But unless you generally chase boys up trees, that accomplishment is credit to the dogs," Zaid teased.
At the mention of the lifting, and the muscles, Zaid felt his own envy, but it was almost buried under the comment Jude made. His face went pink before he could stop it and he quickly tried to correct his train of thought. "I think you already showed I'm easy to lift..." He tried to get that mental image away, but the color had already settled to his ears.
"So, student, that sounds, uh, exciting. Sorry, I just work in a kitchen, I really know nothing about powerlifting or any of that. Hopefully you're enjoying the city, though. I haven't been here my whole life, but it's grown on me."
All Zaid's anxiety mented with the hug, and the embrace made him laugh, ears flattening with the rush of happiness. He was glad he came, and he was glad he didn't hover awkwardly by the door and let Jude keep talking to people. That feeling of being out of place had no grounds when someone wrapped you in a bear hug like that.
Zaid greeted Rhia politely, looking much more relaxed now that he had been claimed. He felt less like a stray puppy and more like a boyfriend. That was a good feeling. "Nice to meet you. And while they did eat my hat, and took up your room, and continuously covered your clothing in dog fur, I sort of miss the giant bears. Maybe I can walk them sometime again. Although I do hope Revvie chewed up one of his boots for being gone so long. That is the only proper punishment for that crime." Ranger seemed like the type who would morn the loss of a boot.
"Your coworkers are much more entertaining than mine at least. Although I'm sure the amount of swearing is about equal. I think I learn a few new curses every time the sous chef burns something. The head cook is creative."
He politely steered talk back to Rhia. "So you're just in town for the wedding?"
Posted by Zaid on Mar 4, 2020 15:44:34 GMT -6
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Zaid had been nervous from the moment Jude had left that morning. Being the plus one to this wedding brought all sorts of excitement and dread all rolled up and crammed into his body. For one, it was for BlacTac, and for one of the mutants who had been on the mission to rescue Zaid. That alone had meant he tried extra hard to get a good gift. Thank the stars wedding registries were still a thing. It was also, heck, a wedding. Which meant dressing up. Which meant trying his best not to look ridiculous in a suit when he felt like a magician in everything he put on.
In the end, he had made a quick call to Javier, and used a bit of his first paycheck from the restaurant to get a decent suit.
When Jude went to the ceremony, Zaid quickly retrieved the outfit he had stashed and changed. It wasn't bad. The jacket had blue lining that brought out his eyes, the tie was a pale blue-grey, and the jacket was long enough to cover his tail. That only left the ears. Zaid had debated on and off about wearing a hat for this part. He spent a lot of years hiding his ears, but the more friends he made lately, the more he was learning to appreciate them. Just own it... He had said that once, hadn't he? He tried to remember the confident, sassier side of himself that sometimes showed up. He wasn't going to the ceremony so he wouldn't block anyone's view. Why stress for the reception, right?
Right.
In the end he left without the hat, the large carefully wrapped box in his arms and trying not to bounce with pent up energy.
Zaid got to the reception and got his gift put away about the time a cat fight was breaking out. He found it hard not to chuckle when he noticed Jude in the middle, and that one of the slaps could have been prevented but landed on a much deserving Whirlwind. He nervously flattened his suit, starting that way, when Jude got distracted talking to someone.
Backpedal. Should he interrupt? Stars, if he popped out of nowhere he would really feel like a magicians rabbit. He could wait until Jude finished his conversation.
Then the faint hum of jealousy gave him a nudge. He was here as Jude's date. He really didn't want to awkwardly linger. He found Jude's side as the handshake ended, and tapped him on the shoulder before giving the woman an apologetic look. "Sorry to interrupt. Spent all day dressing up for this guy and heck if all the women aren't keeping him busy."
Zaid held the manga to his chest, trying not to literally wiggle with excitement. He chalked it up to his inner rabbit. Wiggling just seemed to happen when you did not plan for it. Usually it was his nose, but he had to keep stopping his tail from wagging. Stars, if he squeed for real he was going to have to hide from mortification. "I wish I had more photos of my old costumes. I am sure there are some lingering on the internet somewhere. I was the only Hopps with real ears. Not that there weren't some cute ones! I mean, it's dumb when people criticize someone's attempt at a costume, so I definitely don't mean it like that."
He found himself acting quickly to clarify to his new friend his position on costumes. That was always a point best made up front. "Like, not everyone has the cash to get the best materials and all that, it's just, the effort and the excitement of being that character. Not that I don't love the compliments when you do something really well, but I think that's why I love the con circuit so much? You get so happy just to see characters you love come to life, even if they are different stages of quality and progress. I'm sorry. I'm nerding out. I don't get to talk about this stuff often."
He blushed, and the color went almost to his ears. Disadvantage of having light fur. With a cough, he got himself back on track. "If I left you my number would you mind sending me some of the people you talked about? I would really like the help before the next show. I just don't see myself having the time right now to sew something from scratch."
They finished eating and Zaid awkwardly brushed off the thanks. He felt glad he had convinced Beau to eat, it seemed neither of them had much time for that recently. The food was eaten with no leftovers, and he had an easy job cleaning up after himself. At least the mansion had a dishwasher. He was able to load, start it, and leave the clean kitchen behind without much fuss.
"Yeah, I mean, if you ever want someone to just, hide with, you can check if I'm around. Just the last door down the hall there..." He finished putting things away, and picked up his sweater.
"And hey, even if I go back to my old place, now I have a friend here to come back and visit sometime!" He encouraged.
His ears perked as he noted sound in the distance coming there way finally, and with an awkward wave, he motioned, then started the quick scurry back the way he had come.
Zaid was starting to forget his quest for manga, the conversation proving far more engaging. ”I actually am really jealous now! Professional cosplay just seems like a lot of fun! I always feel less nervous in costume, honestly. Easier to deal with people when I’m not facing them as me, I guess.”
He was trying not to gush, really, but it had been a while since he talked to someone about costuming. ”Really? What are you working on, if you don’t mind me asking? I just moved so I have resisted overrunning the house with supplies for the time being. I’ll probably have to save up and buy a few pieces or see if I can commission the outfit....” his sewing skills had improved a little, bit he still tried on Javier’s hep to tailor pants. Tails were complicated.
Remembering his reason for interrupting them, he quickly collected the manga he had been hinting for, but didn’t leave. Now that he could at least say he completed one task, he was free to be distracted.
Zaid perked up as they spoke and felt himself smile. Thank goodness, he wasn't just making a fool of himself. They actually were a little geeky too! "They did this thing with one of the psychology courses where they had you play a game and take a test before and after each round. To sort of test if your problem solving skills increased over time. I helped out because my boss was taking classes there. I didn't go to college myself..."
He rubbed the back of his neck and smiled a little. "Mutations are weird sometimes, like, how they work, and just sort of adapt to you? Or you adapt to them? Like, being a rabbit has the obvious changes, but also the consequence of hearing more than I should and landing myself in a tree if someone scares me too badly. Jumped in the air becomes a bit more...literal." The image was funny enough for even him to laugh at now.
Zaid grinned, holding up the book with excitement. "You could really do that? That's amazing! I love the coat. I cosplay a lot but it gets really expensive when you have to buy things, and sew them... I keep trying to think of something to be for next comicon. I was Hopps last time, you know, police bunny. But that seems lame to do more than once..."
Zaid blushed more. Stars, being teased like that made him every shade of pink he probably could go. ”To be fair, I have not been treed by any dogs since then. I just opted for safety and...failed. Then fell. And the rest is history.” he grinned sheepishly. He couldn’t stay upset because the teasing was actually pretty fun.
He helped Jude get into a seating position again, removing kittens where necessary. There were quite a few hanging around at this point, all wanting attention. Zaid made a note of the birthday and decided they would have to celebrate for sure. ”Mine is December 1st. A bit longer to wait sorry. But I can still definitely help you celebrate!” he decided. Nothing would stop him from being there for THAT.
It had been a long day, and they couldn't just sit on the ground forever. Suddenly faced with nine little hungry animals, Zaid figured it was time to stop joking around, and probably time to be more adult and relocate the little rascals.
Or, you know, open the door and see where they ended up. Eventually kittens found good homes, whether the mansion adults had a say in it or not.