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.
Cora had been impressed by Juniper's ability to lie her ass off to get a job when they first met, and she was still somewhat impressed by her ability to stick to her story regardless of what evidence there was against her. But watching the girl struggle up the wall until she suddenly seemed to rise effortlessly to the top did not fool her, in fact, it annoyed her. It annoyed her even more when she went to make her decent and ended up hitting the rock wall harder than preferred.
The staff member in charge of belaying caught her in time, but the sudden change in weight had evidently surprised her. That, more than anything, upset Cora.
When she was on the ground, the older woman crossed her arms. "I have one issue with what you just did, Juniper. I will give you one guess why I'm angry, and depending on how you answer will decide your punishment."
There was a lecture when every mutant was hired, and when every staff member was trained. Sensing danger, Juniper's coworker quickly relieved herself of the ropes, made sure Juniper was unhooked, and high-tailed it out of there like there was a fire.
Cora was not someone to cross when she was in a bad mood, and today, Cora was certainly not in a good one. Sam had re-aged, and while their first date had gone well, she hadn't quite gotten over the rush of anxiety the situation gave her. This was not just having a relationship, this was trying to restart a relationship with someone who didn't remember her from the first attempt. This was karma coming back to kick her ass for every thread she had cut without asking, and it had a serious bite. Maybe she was having cold feet, or maybe now that Sam was older and still interested in her everything just felt more...serious.
Regardless, when she came to work that day she remembered she still owed Juniper for the last time things got awkward with Sam. Yeah, being dragged to Hawaii on a jet with two people who slept with the guy she liked, and some old lady in a kids body. Cora hadn't forgotten, and when she got even, she got even.
She made Juniper suit up, and decided now was a time for the long overdue climbing test. She knew Juniper couldn't climb, but hell if she wasn't looking forward to watching the girl fake it.
"Okay kid, top of the wall, I'll time you. Stay on the blue course. You got this, right?" Yeah, she was in a great mood.
Cora mentioned getting her an action figure, and Cora grinned a bit wider, "Actually, I already have one. We bought a whole bunch of them at comicon, including the other X-Men. I think yours is just sitting on a shelf in my apartment with my rock climbing stuff. And the others...We...may have hidden them around the mansion for your teammates to find. I think the plan was to have them randomly stuck places to be obnoxious? I didn't get to hear the final results, honestly."
She laughed a little as Sam flexed and showed off then his hand returned. She rolled her eyes at his comment about romancing and then noted it was getting darker. "I guess it depends if the moon is out or not. How's your night vision? I didn't pack a flashlight this time, although I suppose I can use the old cell-phone trick if needed."
He grew a little more serious and Cora gave his hand a tighter squeeze, turning so she was looking at him more, which managed to send her hair flopping over to one side. Probably not the coolest look, but looks weren't everything. "You may have some darker skeletons than other people, but we all have things we regret. I mean, I still feel like I'm punishing myself for something I can't take back. But heck, you just went out of your way to heal my dad. You gave him his life back. Even the things that feel small to you can be priceless to someone else."
She shifted so she could meet his gaze, and hoped he would see she meant what she was saying. "You already found some amazing things to do with your powers. You're one step ahead of those of us who only know how to hurt people with them." She thought of threads she had severed, and how she regarded it as freeing someone from something that they would never miss. Rescuing Mae had really been the only positive thing she could remember doing with her powers. She had a long way to go there.
The game didn't take long to go in a direction that both worked for and against her. Cora held up her fingers, and lowered none of them. She had not, in fact, bumped anything with anyone on this plane. She was sure the little brat was disappointed by that. Cora watched the readings and kept her fingers up.
Then Sam went and Cora once again kept her fingers up. Two for two, she was ahead on this one, which was, honestly, a very strange feeling. Juniper gave another easy win for her, because she had thankfully never been shot at by anyone, and was rather keen to leave it that way. She had a suspicion the adult/child had, thus the reason for targeting.
Then it was Cora's turn. She looked over her shoulder and called out, "Never have I ever worn a dress."
Another way to eliminate the youngest (in body) individual on their plane. If she was going down, she was going to take everyone with her.
Cora glanced at him, wondering if she should bring up the threads or not. There were, well, a handful at least, but she generally avoided outright pointing out things that that to people. Most seemed to feel self conscious when they knew she could literally see their every attachment, fling, or crush. "There are a handful...but nothing I couldn't handle. And I could say the same about myself. You put a bit of effort into winning me over already."
When he mentioned being trained by the best she smirked, and raised an eyebrow, "That's some tall bragging you're doing. I'll have to see how you hold up to it. Although you can't be too awful, they gave you your own action figure, after all. Oh yeah, we found some of those," she teased playfully.
Cora took a moment to visualize the date idea. It wasn't bad. Bruno being there would make it nice, even with the subtle 'threat' of romance. She elbowed him lightly, but didn't pull away. "Maybe we just have to combine situations so the romance comes as a surprise. Sparring that turns into a picnic or something. Stop a bank robbery then walk in the moonlight," she offered. Maybe she was only half joking, considering how her stomach did a twist just thinking about the word 'picnic'. She went all this far to get to know him again, if she turned and ran the other way it would make the effort wasted.
"And I believe you. Isn't that the point of the whole hero gig? Action?"
It got colder and Cora felt a rush of familiar comfort from it. Not that Rime or older Sam wanted to be compared to each other, the action was something both did and reminded her that this wasn’t a stranger, it was still someone she had opened up to caring about. Had Sam acted completely different, maybe it wouldn’t have worked, but there was enough there to hold onto. She scooted closer and leached more warmth from him, glad the leather jacket blocked out enough chill.
”Time displacement is awful fancy talk. I’ll make sure to save that line if I have to chase off any of your pursuers from your younger gallivanting,” she noted. She was only half joking. If they were going to keep dating she would punch a nose or two if it meant getting them to back off. She was only sorta a bit territorial.
Cora grinned when he mentioned the danger room, ”Sparring would be fun, although I already took on a boat full of thugs recently, isn’t that already showing I can hold my own?” she couldn’t resist bragging. She was proud of her efforts on the rescue mission.
She flushed slightly at the mention of a picnic. Oh hell that was a whole different ballpark. ”Maybe start with sparring and work up to picnics. Honestly I’m more comfortable with violence than romance sometimes. That....takes more effort to get used to.” she was a little quieter when she said that. She felt self conscious about her behavior toward relationships. It was much easier to run for the hills than to confront emotions head on.
Cora realized his attention had shifted, and then found herself drawn into the kiss, hand finding it's way to his hair, and probably enjoying it more than she should have if this was really just a first date. How could it be a first date? The feelings were still there, and even without the memories, the chemistry continued. It wasn't something she wanted to pull away from.
She smirked against his mouth finally, and ran a hand across his jaw before pulling back. "It's taken me somewhere nice. Did I ever mention I always did like the cold?"
She was sure her cheeks were still warm, looking down to the photos on her phone. She saved the one with the rabbit ears to her background and winked at him.
"Although, I think it's about time I make you decide on a date for us next. Call it punishment for having amnesia."
Her heart twisted a little, turned, settled somewhere that seemed like it was closer to her stomach than it should be. She looked down at their hands and let the threads show for a moment, finding peace in seeing the thread linking them. What was real? This was real. It was scary and had already taken her for more than one twist, but she was holding on through it.
He dropped the cheesy line and she laughed, and let her head find a shot against his shoulder. "It may be cheesy, but I kinda dig that side of you. It...it's nice to laugh."
While Sam held back taking the photo, Cora couldn't resist. She fished for her own phone this time and turned the camera to face him, playfully poking him in the side with her elbow. "Second first date. Tradition. Have to document we survived once more." She took one photo with a face, then the second more serious before putting the phone down. Then she just enjoyed the view and the company.
"Is it ironic I never paid a lot of attention where I was going? Dad hated it. I told him getting lost was half the fun, just seeing where I would end up. I would take off on a climb or a ride, and then have to follow the thread back to him. Although, lately feels like the thread I'm following more is yours." Okay, that was equally cheesy. Maybe he was rubbing off on her.
As Sam began to talk Cora found a spot next to him to sit. She didn't reach out while he recounted the events, somehow that felt like it may hurt more than help. He really had been through a lot, and the baggage wasn't something normal people would go through. Cora looked at a hand, wondering what was the best way to start.
"I get wanting to forget something. There are people I literally cut out of my life over the years because it was easier than remembering. And probably one of the worst times you saw me was when I tried to drink away my x. But, you made a lot of effort to make sure I couldn't forget you. And in the end, I don't want to.
"I guess what I'm saying is, there are a lot of things worth forgetting, but I'm also figuring out there are things worth being present for. So yeah, I guess I get that. And support it, you know?" She looked up, wishing it were darker. But she still smiled to herself regardless.
"We hung out once, and I think I remember you pointing out your favorite star. You said something about liking it because you could use it to find out where you were going...Don't quote me, I was half asleep," she laughed, blushing a little. "I think, life is kinda like that. Finding the right point to fix on to know what direction you're going."
She wondered if she had a direction herself. For the past few years, it had mostly just been the rock climbing gym. Her direction was away from everything. Racing, running, hiking until she couldn't feel her legs. She didn't slow down like this often. Slowing down meant having to sort out her problems and reflect, and admit she didn't know what the hell she was doing with life.
Cora tilted her head a little despite trying to maintain her cool persona. Her hand felt colder now, and she shoved both palms into her pockets. She smiled at his suggestion.
"I think I can make some time into my day to distract you. And hey, if anyone gets too troublesome, let me know, I can lighten up a few threads." She mimicked scissors with her hand in a lighthearted joke. Hopefully he wouldn't assume she would do that without asking. Her own, maybe, but his relationships...that wasn't her place.
In the end, she led him to the rock climbing gym. She reintroduced him to Scout, although she avoided showing off quite as much this round. There was still climbing, but less need to be rescued from the top of the wall. Most just pointing out what it was they offered. Then she took him to another nearby trail. It was a longer drive, but this one had a better lookout. It wasn't exactly taking him out for a drink like before, but at least it gave him the chance to ask questions.
For her, there wasn't as much to ask. She had met him once, although she was learning different things about this older Sam. He wasn't as reckless, and there was something sadder beneath the surface. It wasn't until they reached the top of the second trail that she finally found herself asking.
"So, one thing we never really talked about was why you started drinking..." She kicked a rock over the edge of the lookout, and looked out at the trees. It was a different view, the ocean visible from this vantage point. They would have to take a boat out next. That was something she hadn't done in awhile. She felt bad he had forgotten Hawaii, but at least part of the awkwardness would be gone from that memory. "Rime obviously didn't have issues with it, so it's something that happened more recently. I just...I don't know, maybe I'm nosy asking. But I care..." It was clear the older Sam had more skeleton's in his closet. It would take time to convince him she wasn't afraid to find out about those too.
Cora hadn't realized the walls she had put up from the second she saw the threads change, but they came crashing down when he took her hand. She squeezed it back tighter than she probably meant to, but she was relieved for the contact. He wasn't leaving, he wasn't gone. Sam was there, she just had to find him again. He said they could take it slow, which honestly brought a little laugh out despite how serious the conversation had gotten.
"Sorry, I just never thought of you as the type to take anything slow." He had a collection of women at the mansion who could attest to that. The idea brought a flash of jealousy again. She must have been smitten pretty hard if she still wanted to fight off any chasers around her...uh, Sam. Around Sam.
"So, am I supposed to ask you on the next date then? Wait for you to call me? Attach a note to Bruno's collar like one of those cheesy movies?" She gave a few suggestions, watching how he would react. At least she was on the side with his good eye right now, he wouldn't have to crank his head sideways to see her.
Rime had told his future self a few things, which made it easier. Cora walked over and sat down, leaning back on her hands. She nodded, acknowledging what he said. "I have one hand that can cut threads, and the threads on that hand are the ones I can't get rid of." She held up the right hand and let some of the threads become visible again. The one leading to Sam was there, darker than the rest, and there was one leading to wherever her dad was.
"So, my x, Mae, and I were together for a bit, and there was a point she was more serious about things than I was. I got cold feet, couldn't cut the thread, so I did the stupid thing and cheated. I...figured that was my chance to have a relationship, and I screwed things up, and I didn't really deserve another shot. Kept the broken thread there as a reminder to myself. It...It wasn't until recently it moved."
She felt weird talking about it to him. It was Sam, but he was older, and he forgot her. She looked at the strings, let them fade, and pushed a hand through her hair. "And yeah, that's why I let myself get punched. Hard to find a proper punishment for hurting someone you cared about. You have a lot more baggage than your younger self, but I had enough baggage to start."
He wasn't afraid to love. But was she? Probably. Maybe. She never thought of herself as scared of anything, but people? She could see that being one of them. "You know, this is your shot to run for the door. You have amnesia, your younger self liked me, that doesn't mean you're forced to..." She offered slowly. Just saying it made her stomach twist painfully, but she felt if she didn't, she would regret it. She didn't want to feel like she trapped him with a relationship. He didn't know her. He wanted to. But was that the best thing? Was she the best thing?
Cora was trying to decide who she wanted to forget first when Sam offered her the whisky. She looked up, smirked and took the bottle, but didn't open it. "Maybe one of us should have a clear head. At least until the plane lands." She did the air cheers but set it next to her instead. The music started, which took her mind off the comment that everyone had apparently seen Sam's body so far.
Well, maybe not everyone. Not her. Nope. Should she feel glad, jealous, a bit of both? Her hand caught a thread and she fiddled with it, glad no one else was effected when she messed with them. Well, unless she cut it. She let her eyes linger on one, then let go. She wasn't taking the easy way out today, as fun as that would be.
Juniper was in the back declaring they should play 'never had I ever', and Cora grimaced. Yeah, because making the entire plan aware of the fact she had most certainly not slept with Sam would make this more comfortable, right?
Maybe they would focus on tame topics. Then again, was there a tame topic for her? Cora had been a bit reckless in her days, and currently.
Cora considered the question and sort of smirked to herself, ”You actually didn’t open with a line. I think your opening move was just to try and keep up.” The memory made her happy looking back, which was odd and sentimental, not really her style. She caught herself smiling and looked away.
”That’s not to say you didn’t have a few lines and puns down the road. I took you climbing at my rock climbing gym and probably showed off more than I needed to. You can be charming in your own way,” she winked.
Leaving her bike she walked to the edge where the trail broke away, and looked out. It wasn’t a real hike or climb but she still enjoyed the feeling of being outdoors, away from people. And Sam was there. She was re-meeting him, but enough of the old Sam was still under the surface.
”Honestly, I was never looking for a relationship. I...don’t know what you were told, but being able to see threads and relationships between people made me a bit cynical. I feel like people are bound to hurt each other. It’s easy to just give up when you know someone’s heart can change so easily,” she admitted. She put her hands in her pockets, chewing on the idea in her mind.
Cora rolled her eyes at the comment about the punch. "Oh, I can handle a punch. It was sort of, I don't know, owed? I wasn't the best ex, I deserved the hit. I've had a few fights in my days." she wondered if she would have to get back into the whole 'growing up in California' bit again. Sort of like telling the same story twice and getting two different answers.
The thought was on her mind until they reached the top of the hill. It was a decent view, and the drive had been fun. She took off her helmet and leaned against it, laughing at his comment when he came up. "I don't get caught unless I want to, so I guess it's a good thing you weren't trying." She noted the differences in the ice and the powers. He had better use of his abilities than before.
"I didn't pack any hiking gear today so I guess we have to just settle for the view." She looked out at the trees, and was glad the weather was nice. She leaned against her helmet a little and glanced back his way. "I know you said you're an open book, but it goes both ways in this. Do you have any questions for me, I guess?"
