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.
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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.
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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
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?
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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
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.
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Okay....maybe this part wasn't the best idea. The bulls were free, and whatever was going on behind the scenes with them was now officially shut down. Being the son of a rancher he knew full well this wasn't legit.
But now there was a stampede in Chinatown, and he was leading the herd. He needed to get away. Needed to find someplace safe to change back, and just go home and watch this s*** go down on the news. Yeah, that's what he'd do. So as they were running, the lead bull, a reddish one that stuck out from the rest that were black or white, broke away from the rest and slipped into an alley. Which sent people scattering and he kind of dented a dumpster in the process.
Meanwhile the rest of the bulls were now scattering and wreaking havoc in their panicked state, as evident by the sound of crashing, windows breaking, and streetside food carts being knocked over.
Posted by Jericho on Sept 26, 2020 11:45:09 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
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Oct 9, 2020 5:54:53 GMT -6
Fishy
Jericho found himself in deep...uhm...Jericho found himself in a hot steaming cow-pie, so to speak.
It started just like any other day, he'd decided to go to Chinatown, slip off into an alley, and shift into a bull. Nothing like seeing people's reactions when there was a random-ass cow just walking down the street, right? But what he didn't expect was to feel a cattle-prod, and then be brought to the ground by someone way too easily. And that was how he found himself in a pen in the back of...some shop. Honestly the Texan bred, literal cowboy couldn't say he hadn't been in these situations before. But he had to play it safe. There was enough separation to keep the bulls from attacking each other, but he didn't plan on sticking around long enough to find out what the needed them for.
He steadied his breath, and in a moment, where a bull had been, was a tall, tan, long haired gentleman dressed head to toe in denim and sporting a black cowboy hat. Carefully, he slinked over, merely undoing the latch on all the pens. Then, he removed his own before slipping back into the pen and shifting back. The cows were already freaked, but once Jericho kicked open his own gate and started running amok...well, the others followed suit.
'I didn't leave,' he protested, looking at her. 'I waited for you. Only an idiot would leave you behind like that.[/color]' The sheep gave a sagelike nod.
'I know a talking sheep is somewhat mystifyin, Darlin, but yeah. This sexy bass has no business belongin to a sheep, right?' he gave a soft laugh, ignoring the people giving the odd looks, though it would have been really easy to freak them out. But he decided to behave, at least for now.
'Spencer. I like it.' They made it to the building okay, right back to where it all began. 'No, I don't make a habit of hanging around dumpsters,' he protested, deciding not to say why he had a bag of clothes there just yet.
'Sure thing, follow me,' he instructed as he trotted inside and up the stairs, and to his apartment on the second floor. 'Now if you'd grab that key and unlock the door...' Making his way inside, he kicked the door shut with his back leg.
'Three? I mean...I owed you two, one of which was going to be me shifting for ya...you'll have to come up with somethin' for the third one, alright?' He took a breath. 'So I can shift clothing but...well...'
With that, he began to shift, and the next minute or so was a rather weird sixty seconds, as if someone were playing with clay. When all was said and done, the two-hundred pound sheep had become a six foot two Texas bred gentleman, as naked as the day he was born. "Welp, here's the man under the wool," he said with a shrug and a charming smile, seemingly unphased by the lack of clothing.[/font]
'Good. I got offstage quick because audiences don't take well to injured animals, so I wanted to hide that from the people and the cameras. Make sure that reputation of yours is as pretty as you are,' he said with a nod of his sheepy head.
'Yeah...we ain't going home with any prizes, but it was fun. Not to sound cheesy or spill that bull**** about the real treasure being the friends ya make along the way or anythin'. Winnin' woulda made it a heap better, but no regrets.' He walked around, testing the ankle a bit.
'It hurts, but it ain't terrible. We can make it back no problem.' He laughed in her head. 'Carry me? Babygirl you couldn't even dip me,' he teased lightly, winking at her again. Once she had everything in order, he'd lead her out of the building, and they'd have a healthy walk right back to where they met. 'So, I guess first things first,' he said as they walked, 'my name's Jericho. I can turn into bovines, which includes cows, sheep, goats, and even antelope, but oddly enough doesn't include sea-cows,' he said; he would have shrugged but there was no real way a sheep could have managed that.
The walk would be a slow one, and it would lead them to a building right across the street from where they met. 'Behind that dumpster is a crate, and under that crate should be a duffel bag. In that bag, in the front pocket, you'll find a key. Mind grabbing the bag and following me upstairs?"
Jericho wasn't too sure of the time either, but what he was sure of was that he was gonna have to make sure they met again at some point. His hair was strewn everywhere, and his skin wasn't as flawless as it had been when they'd started, either. At the moment, he was crawling under a table trying to get his own shirt. Once he had, he conked his head getting back out, and prayed Juniper hadn't seen--or heard.
Then he was stark naked, crawling on top of tables to get his own pants.
He chuckled while he pulled his own clothes on. "Hell, if you're gonna lie about **** like that, it's better to undersell than to oversell. If your partner is expecting less, there's a surprise and a good time. You oversell yourself and...disappointment don't make no good time for anybody," he replied with a charming smile as he finished dressing then reached up and grabbed her pants off of the top shelf--how in the hell did they get up there? Oh well. Some questions were best left unanswered.
He handed her pants to her, then attempted to straighten his own hair. He noticed she was still wearing his hat, which was sexy, but he was going to have to ask for that back soon. But right now he was still feeling pretty good.
When she tilted her head, he trailed kisses up her neck, then back down, returning the favor before trailing kisses back up again, up her jaw, to her ear, then back down finally reaching her lips.
"Well, one trick makes for a pretty lame show...you gotta keep em...engaged," he murmured against her lips with a wink.
And then suddenly his pants were gone and her shirt was around her waist. Okay she may have had him beat in the trick department because his mutation didn't exactly help here, but that didn't mean he was down and out. Oh quite the contrary...
He shuddered as she nibbled just under his ear. "I'm sure I might surprise you..." he murmured.
"For starters...I'll let you call me Huckleberry."
"So I see," he said with a sly grin. He felt her reach up to take his hat, but he didn't object as she plopped it on her own head. He sort of had this unwritten rule that the hat stayed on, but...that rule never specified whose head it stayed on. So, he allowed it. He let his free hand rest on the back of her head, running through her hair as she kissed his collarbone, a slight shudder passing through him.
"Whichever one you want. Long as you show me more than one..." he whispered in a husky voice before leaning down and planting a kiss on her neck. "Maybe I'll show you a couple tricks of my own..."
Showtime. The song kicked off, and it didn't take Jericho too long to get the hang of dancing as a sheep, though Spencer had to lead. He was shaky for a little while, but he managed, and there was even a spin tossed in there for good measure. The actually weren't doing that bad!
"I'mma dip you," was whispered and then she started to.
'Okay, but less is more. Just make it look good; I weigh like two hundred pounds like this don't go all the way do--" She dipped him all the way down, and as predicted, she couldn't hold him up and the two of them crumbled onto the floor in something that was less fit for a talent competition and more suited to a ViewTube Fails compilation. He stood to his four feet, giving a courtesy 'baaaa' to let everyone know that he was in fact, okay.
'You're good. We're good. Not my first big spill. You okay?" he said as he started to trot offstage, looking back to make sure she was following, but also trying to mask that he was favoring his back right ankle. It hurt, but he'd be better once he shifted back; it wasn't a major injury. However he didn't have his clothes with him.
'Hey, Darlin? I got a favor to ask...Mind walkin' with me back to my apartment? I kinda sprained my ankle and I can't uh...I can't shift back in public. I'll owe you two instead of just one, alright?"
"I mean, I have some limited training, more than enough to help me here, but if I ever try to toss out a retired prize fighter, I'm screwed," he said with a small chuckle. "I wouldn't mind being nursed back to health if I could find the right one to do it," he commented with a smirk; he wasn't necessarily flirting with her anymore, but this was his usual tone of voice. He smiled when she said he wasn't bad company. That was a little bit of an ego boost, anyway.
"Yeah we get those alot, teens coming in with fake IDs. I try to catch em early, save the bartender from havin' to deal with it because between the orders, the drunks, and just people being assholes, they have enough to deal with." Jericho chuckled again at the comment about the girl liking his ass.
"I mean...I guess someone in this room had to like my ass, but I'd rather it be someone who won't ask me for help with their science fair project," he replied, smiling as he sat back down, relaxing on the bar stool. "Though, I will admit...that **** actually kinda hurt. More than your standard zap, not as bad as let's say a cattle prod or something." He shrugged.
"Oh, really now? That I think I'd like to see," he said, once again leaning in and whispering in that deep silky voice. "Of course, Darlin'," he answered with a smile as he got up and walked with her, not even making eye contact with any other patrons, and he was doing a really good job at keeping his hands to himself. Usually, he let his words and his charm do most of the heavy lifting, and usually...it worked.
He smiled a wicked grin when she walked right past the bathrooms, not even looking at them. Oh yeah, he knew what she was thinking.
"Whoops! Went too far."
"Really? I'd say we haven't gone quite far eno--" When she turned around, that grin caught him off guard, but what shut him up was when she hooked her fingers in his shirt. While he was prepared to walk where he was pulled, he was not prepared for her to straight up pull his shirt right off of him without damaging the shirt.
She'd stolen his shirt right off of him, leaving his upper torso exposed. While Jericho wasn't body-builder toned, he had a farm-boy build. Working muscle coupled with a nice tan. And then, she just walked through the door without even opening it. He tried the knob, but it was locked. Luckily, he had his keys already, so he unlocked it and stepped inside, kicking the door shut behind him and locking it back.
The room was in fact a closet, used for storage. There were a couple old tables in there, shelves with unused or retired decorations...things apparently just got tossed back here instead of being thrown away.
"You sneaky little devil," he teased lightly, grin on his face as he stepped forward, attempting to wrap an arm around her waist and pull her closer to him, assuming she would let him. From what it seemed, her power was a lot more useful than his for this kind of thing...
The sheep laughed, though out loud it was more of your basic 'baaaa....' In Spencer's head, however, she heard the actual hearty, deep Southern-fried laugh. 'Oh I'm sure I made certain of that, Darlin'..."
Honestly he didn't know what she meant by owing her one, but he only hoped they had the same idea. After all, he knew what he was wearing under the sheep form. Jericho was actually enjoying the time they were spending together now, her sitting next to him, arm around him, and looking like a damn fool talking to a sheep. But the joke was on everybody else because that sheep just so happened to be good company.
'On looks alone, I'd give her a solid six,' he commented to answer her question. 'Any other dancing shoes I woulda given an extra point or two on account of likely being more flexible. So...I'd do her, but not when I'm sitting next to a much better option." He would have shrugged, but...that was hard to do for a sheep.
'I think if that monkey hears you talking shit, it's going to start throwing shit, and I don't want to see that," he teased lightly as he leaned into her a bit. Until...
'Welp, not quite how I'd expected to be dancing with a pretty lady today, but...let's go make you famous. When the music starts, I'm jumping up on my hind legs. I should be okay for balance, but bare with me. I'm used to having toes when I do this.'
Suddenly, there they were. All eyes on them. Music started playing and Jericho jumped up on his hind legs just as he'd told her all of fifteen seconds ago. He was shaky at first, but as time went on, he got comfortable, found his rhythm, and....he was dancing as a freaking sheep!
While Juniper was focused on the drink, Jericho had been focusing on something else. For him, the drinks were merely...a side stop on the road to where he was wanting to go. He had a good feeling; just had to keep playing it smooth, and no more mess-ups.
"Well, I admit I did kinda step right into that one, didn't I," he said with a deep chuckle. He downed the rest of his glass, almost as an afterthought as he kept that sly smile plastered across his face. "If that's the case then you're definitely better at it than most people I've met," he quipped, chuckling again as her nails ran through the little bit of beard he had--honestly just enough to say he had some, so they did end up briefly meeting a bit of skin as well, and it sent a tiny shiver through him, though he did a decent job of hiding that. At least he thought so. That, remained to be seen.
Bathroom. That was a dangerous question. Was it innocent? Or was it a little more devious? If the latter, it would mean either he was going with or she was gonna ditch him out of the nearest window while she was in there. But either way, there was nothing to do but answer the question and hope for the best. Granted, he was confident, but that was always. He wasn't worried, just noting that things were about to pick up, one way or another.
"Over on the right, at the end of the bar, there's a little hall around the corner. Men's on the left, Women's on the right." Straight ahead, she'd find a door that said 'Employees Only' but it was just a barely used storage closet.
Crap. He meant to say one, not ones. Why did his dumb ass go and make it plural? Dammit, Jericho, you're supposed to be more charming than this. But she hasn't left so maybe you're in the clear, right? Right.
"But Juniper's pretty," he complimented, mixed with a fake whine. "But Huckleberry just....sucks..." His fingers wrapped around his glass, bringing the liquid to his lips. "Hey, what kinda gentleman would I be if I didn't?" he said with a wink as he looked over at her.
"Oh he's a real peach as long as you're a paying customer and not family. So naturally, you'll like 'im." He chuckled lightly as he looked over at her again, this time his eyes wandering a bit, slightly checking her out. Okay, definitely checking her out.
Then, she called him spoon fed and he put a hand over his heart, faking injury. He was going for the Oscar but he knew he was never going to get one. "Oooh...that one really hurt, Darlin'," he teased lightly. "Eh, it ain't too bad, really. I mean...sure I gotta work, but ya meet some interesting people, right? Besides..." he lowered his voice to a whisper as he leaned in, a devilish grin on his face as his brown eyes twinkled.
"Besides...I wouldn't say I'm dealing with a drunk right now..."
'Apparently? That guy,' Jericho commented with a shake of his sheepy head. 'What a loser.'
She put her hand on his neck, and then her forehead was against his, and he was really wishing he weren't a sheep right now. But damn it, that's just how these things went sometimes. And then she called him a little s*** and wasn't being very nice, though...honestly she could be as mean as she wanted, he'd just lay on the charm once he wasn't a sheep anymore. Or he could start that now.
'Act? I mean I been talkin' to ya this whole time. You're the one that tried to give me to a food truck, and yet. I stuck around.' The sheep stuck out his tongue. 'Yeah, I can get us outta this, Darlin'. Don't you worry. I can get us out of this, and I can dance, though it'll be different as a sheep.'
Jericho nodded. 'No funny business, and I do owe you one. And Darlin'...I always repay my debts. Just...wait til we get out of this, and everything will come to light, okay? You're gonna have to trust me.'
The sheep gave a sigh, mentally preparing himself for what was to come. He was going to have to dance as a sheep. Yee-freaking-ha.
The sheep followed, caring even less about the lettuce than he had before. Could sheep have dreamy expressions? Because at this moment, Jericho probably did, prancing freely along behind her; he didn't need to be coerced, not in the slightest, but he was getting his fill of salad for the week so he couldn't really complain about that either, could he? After all, he had said something about needing to eat healthier.
He watched the exchange; Jericho couldn't quite grasp what exactly had happened but '[/i]Damn you're good, Darlin'...[/i][/color]"
Swing dance...sheep? Okay then. He really didn't like this Hollywood-wannabe asshole muscling in on his now-mark, but he guessed he would get over it as he followed very closely behind them, taking the lettuce completely and rubbing his head against the now empty hand. He then moved so he was walking along the other side of Spencer, occasionally rubbing his head against her hand to show that she didn't need no stinking lettuce. She had him.
As they walked, the sheep would glance over at the dude, his eyes narrowed. While it could be threatening, this was lessened by the fact that he was still, indeed, just a fluffy white sheep. Once they made it through the backstage door, and they were very well where they needed to be, Jericho turned his mental focus on the guy.
'Hands off, Asshat. I seen her first!' He flashed the dude a discreet look, and the guy turned pale. "That...that sheep...it just talked...it talked!" He grew hysterical as Jericho flashed him a glare. He backed up, tripping over his own feet and falling on his ass. But that didn't stop him; he scrambled backwards and turned around, nearly tripping over himself again to get as far away from there. 'You better run, you Hollywood asshat...' he growled in the guy's head as he made tracks to get out of that room.
'So...swing-dancin' huh? I got a little rhythm in me. Think you can keep up, Darlin'?" The sheep winked.
