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.
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Video journal. Cora laughed at the image of a younger CS yelling at his older counterpart. She once against imagined what younger Cora would have to say to the her now. Would there be advice? She looked over at Sam. She was pretty content with the spot she was, not much she would change.
She could feel the curiosity even if he didn't say anything. She threw him a line and offered the answer rather than letting him wonder. "If we're doing the open book thing, I had this X and I had to help rescue her. Did the whole heroic thing, ended up getting a left hook to the face by the new SO. And it felt like a good time to drink my troubles away. You had to come stop me from trying to use real scissors on non-tangible threads." She held up a hand again and made an assortment of random threads show up. These were mostly various pink ones. She let them vanish again. "I wanted to forget someone I couldn't. I'll be the first to admit that wasn't the best reason to drink, so, I'm behaving."
She leaned back on her hands and looked at the ceiling. It was weird saying what happened remembering he had been there. Or, what she remembered about it. All she knew was the fancy bruise on her face hadn't been half as painful as the hangover.
I can chase you on the bike.
The offer brought her back and she looked over, smirking. When he helped her up, she laughed. "Should I go easy on you? Or did you pick up more talent on a motorcycle than your younger years? And no...My plans only involved you." Hell that sounded cheesy. She put her jacket on and then made her way outside. Her bike was parked where she left it, and while a few kids had snooped it looked like no one was brave enough to mess with it. She scooped up the helmet and got on, then waited for Sam. She glanced at her hand when she did, the red stronger than it had been when she woke up. It was different, but there. That was sort of a the comfort she needed.
When she heard Sam approaching she snapped the visor down and took off. There would be some dirt trails, a few good turns, but the end idea was the top of a hill nearby that wouldn't be too long of a drive. Enough to lose him if he couldn't keep up. Just enough of a challenge to make it fun.
He got the reference, which was nice. The ten year age up at least brought some pop culture to light. "Hey at least there are pictures, right? If you had to read all of this in a journal there would just be some horrible stick figures and a lot of profanity. I was raised by a guy, never did the 'dear diary' phase," she mused.
Cora felt her face warm when he said she wouldn't have to drag him somewhere. She looked away feeling a little embarrassed and rubbing the back of her neck. "I mean, we'll have to make some adjustments on fun things to do. You don't drink, and after my last trip with a bottle of whisky I'm taking a little break myself. There are still the ice caves I wanted to show you."
The mention of not sleeping together made him laugh, and that sounded nice. She wanted to make him laugh more. He was older, and his voice was a little gruffer than Rime, and maybe it was the added scruff and age that made her want to see him smile like that. Sort of like chipping away at an iceberg, as cheesy as that sounded. She did know him. Or, the past him. There were just areas in the middle to fill in.
She looked back with a look that said something between 'opps' and 'I'm sorry'. "We talked, a lot. Went up to Sam's Point once and he gave me a bit of a rundown on...things. I'm not one to pry unless there are things you want to talk about, though. That's a good way to push someone away, and I...I kinda like having you around."
Then, next? What to do next? Cora walked over and sat next to him, and Bruno flopped his head into her lap. He whined, nudged Sam, nudged her. She laughed and scratched his ears. "I guess we call this first date round two? Or do I have to have you chase me on my bike first for that? All the plans we made feel a little goofy now looking back. I would feel odd sparing you on the first re-meeting." she winked.
You guess? Cora made a face and rolled her eyes. "I'm not so good with the words, if you want someone to have a clear concise feelings conversation with, definitely not me. My whole strategy in life was stay the f*** away from feelings. And I mean, you kinda screwed that up, and here we are. Like 50 first dates, this is nice to meet you round 2?" She took her jacket off finally, wishing she had worn something with sleeves. If he hated tattoos, she wasn't sure how he would feel about hers. Although there was the Shakespeare quote Rime had once pointed out. Some of that must be in there, they just needed to connect again.
Someone special... Cora snorted a laugh without meaning to. "I feel like that'll be more a disappointment to you than anything. 'Special' is not what I would pick to describe me. But I'll still have to drag you out sometime. Hike, rock climb. I own a climbing gym, but now that dad is okay I don't know if he will hang around there more? More fun outdoors anyway. Bruno can come along then." The dog thumped his tail in agreement.
Then Sam commented on that dreaded 'f' word. Feelings... Her heart did a twist when he mentioned not everything was gone. She looked down at her hand, and let the thread become visible. She held it up so he could see. "It's there, just, I think it's reflecting the general confusion that is pretty frickin heavy in this room. When people deage I usually see this sort of 'split' on the thread. Rime's side sort of vanished, but the other part is there..."
She forced a laugh when he mentioned Rime wouldn't shut up, and put her hand down. "Probably wouldn't shut up because he never got to sleep with me. That...felt like it would have been a good way to lose his interest."
She picked at the thread a little, and then looked up at him. She forced herself to look him in the eye despite the emotions that were making a mess of things. "I liked having you around. And honestly, I'd still like to have you around. There are things that make both of you different, but there is still a hell of a lot in there that you share and that's the part I stuck around for."
This was more awkward than Cora ever expected it would be. But she made a promise, well, she made a choice back then and she would stick to it. She looked at her hand while he was talking and the threads that were there. She fiddled with them and considered what was being said. "Hey, I'm not saying I'm on his side about all it. I don't know what happened in the ten years between Rime and you now, but...I mean, I guess I'm just here to get to know who you are now."
She let go of the threads and Bruno nuzzled her. Then her brain got tangled on the girlfriend word and that too her a second for recovery. "Oh, I mean, I guess at the end maybe? We went to comicon, but before that you mostly, uh, how can I say it? I found myself on a jet with you and a princess who apparently made you their concubine." She laughed. Making fun of the situation helped it not feel as painful. Damn Rime, and the thread, and damn her from moving it where it couldn't be touched. She wanted to forget, and run from things like it was easiest. This was hard. She was not a fan of it.
"The photos are probably my fault. Sort of insurance I didn't just have him forget about me. Jokes on me I guess? You're the one who forgot."
She focused on what happened with her dad. That made her smile again. "It was an amazing surprise. I haven't climbed with my dad in years. He's a great guy, he really deserved to have another shot at life."
The room was feeling warm but she kept the jacket on. He already seemed a little taken aback by the hair, no telling if he would abandon all pleasantries with the tattoos. Especially by the way he reacted to the one Rime got for him. Cora couldn't help it. She laughed. "No, I didn't know. But I have seen worse hangover tattoos. At least it's not Maya's name." she snorted.
The door opened and Cora was rushed by the giant dog. Having the distraction was good, it kept her heart from twisting when Sam looked at her. Damn. She wanted to feel angry, or hurt, or something. The joke hit harder. She wanted to laugh and feel miserable at the same time. He's there, somewhere. You just have to meet him again.
This was why she didn't do feelings. This was why she never wanted a relationship. This was punishment for every thread she cut and every time she tried to make something better. This was how it felt to be forgotten.
She gave the dog a hug and accepted the licks, then followed the older version of Sam into the room.
The decor made her smile as much as it made old Sam grimace. She put her hands in her pocket, or tried to, Bruno claimed one to continue the ear scratches when she came to a stop. "Yeah, frankly he had a lot of complaints about you, not gonna lie. I....honestly, I don't even know what I'm doing at this point." She came to a stop, watching him. He looked like the action figure they bought at comicon, but maybe a little scruffier today. He must have been busy the night before being heroic, based on the soot. Then there was the eye that was different. It was odd seeing someone familiar and the same at once. This must be how his friends felt when he became Rime.
"I, well, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Your thread changed, and I tried checking on you after you helped my dad....I mean, thank you." A few cuss words managed to slip in and Bruno bopped her hand for encouragement. "I really suck at these things, you know? Do you have questions? Should I leave and come back?" She was waiting for some type of direction. It was not like her to flounder this bad, but, feelings.
Cora had never been to the mansion, and showing up out of nowhere felt odd. Showing up and looking for Sam honestly felt even weirder. Clearly, his reputation was as solid as ever, because turning up and asking just got a few glances, a shrug, and she was pointed to the right room.
She could have followed the thread there, but that would have been more suspicious. She made sure the bike was secure where no kids could get it, keys put away, and fixed her jacket. Should she have worn something better? She didn't know. If she was right, it was like meeting Sam all over for the first time.
She felt much more impressive actually riding the bike than she did showing up in the leather jacket, trying not to feel upset.
It was something, but it's nothing now. Just, hold your promise. Get to know him. It's just another thread.
She could make people forget her, but why did this one matter? It wasn't just what he did for her dad, but those awful sorta great feelings things that seemed to get in the way. Walking to the door, she reached out, and forced herself to knock.
"Hey, Sam. Sorry for dropping in on you like this, but you weren't answering and...Okay, I'm really kinda hoping you at least remember me." She cussed under her breathe and pushed a hand through her hair. She heard Bruno whimper at the door trying to get closer. Thank goodness at least the dog would be around.
One part of her wondered if she had been ghosted, leaving her staring at the the thread on her hand daring it to change. Had she misread things? Had she messed up? Had the convention been too much? Or was someone else just more interesting... if his feelings changed, she knew the thread would too, but it was as solid red as ever.
Then she wondered if something happened. Sam wasn’t the most focused guy, but he wouldn’t just ask to meet her than never show up intentionally, right? Sure he was impulsive, a little sure of himself, but after Hawaii she thought things were different, like they were on the way somewhere. She thought she knew what that somewhere was. Had she been wrong?
Scout was the one who got the message in the end. He came to meet her at the climbing wall, and said Sam had an emergency and couldn’t make it, but someone had come to visit instead. Cora was confused, certainly, but her brain was already trying to take in the news. An emergency, and someone else had come? That was odd, even for Sam. Had Juniper come? Was he stuck on a mission? Hell if he was off with the princess, she would have a few words with him... angry words, actually.
Not that they were dating. Or were they? What were they? It kept coming back to that unspoken thing neither of them wanted to say, her least of all. There was no point stressing, Scout said someone would be here and she just needed to relax in the meantime. Climbing kept her busy, her muscles working so her brain couldn’t. She needed the distraction, and needed to stop wondering what if.
In the end, Cora was almost to the top of the climbing wall when someone pulled up beside her.
“Your focused today, Monkey,” a voice said. Cora had to muffle a scream, clutching the wall and looking over like she had seen a ghost. No way... Her palms were slick by the time she reached the ground, her knees raw from sliding down too fast. She was an impatient child waiting at the bottom until he was within reach and she could grab him in a hug.
”Dad! Your walking?!!! Your climbing!!!” she couldn’t breathe. It felt stupid but she was crying, and he was laughing and she was cussing Sam out for playing such a horrible, wonderful trick.
“Happy belated birthday.”
Yeah, her and Sam were somewhere. She had a few words for him later, but they would have to wait. It has been too many years since she climbed with her father and she intended to make the most of it.
Cora’s hands were raw by the time she left Anti-Gravity. She probably hugged her dad a dozen extra times before she finally went home, leaving him and Scout to catch up. Once she was there, she finally got a chance to call Sam and scold him for making her wait like that.
But, he never answered.
Cora texted, wondering if he really had gotten preoccupied with something and the surprise just happened to be at the same time. By the next day, it didn’t feel much like a mistake anymore. Cora finally glanced at the thread at that point, and noticed one side had changed.
Her heart sank. She shut her eyes and tried to block out the pain the sight caused her.
Little solid lines and translucent bits combined until they disappeared. Cora didn’t have to guess what had happened, she already had a good idea.
In the end, she decided this was something better done in person. Getting dressed, she took the bike and headed toward the mansion, following the thread that now left an uncomfortable queasiness in her gutt.
Hes not allowed to forget me... she told herself, and tried to stay calm. He... please, please don’t forget me.
Juniper disappeared like a deer running from a wolf. Or, a bunny running from a hawk. Cora shot Scout a look from her spot at the table, and her manager glared right back. After a moment, he finally switched off the light.
"I won't ask, just get out here before too long," he finally relented.
Relieved, Cora went back to the table and her attempts to fight off her hangover. Before long the food had kicked in enough she was able to sulk out to work, and was planted in one of the equipment stations to sanitize belts and prepare for customers. Here she didn't have to deal with people, which seemed to be the goal. They made it through the day with no serious incidents, and Cora was in a better move when she finally returned to the break room and took the familiar seat at the table.
Someone else walked in and she opened one eye a crack. "Hey Juni. Scout didn't razz you too bad, did he?" she muttered, shutting her eyes again.
Cora was in the middle of pretending to check their navigation, look for surrounding planes, etc, when the kid came up front and spoke to her. Mile high club... Cora smirked slightly, still glad she had her sunglasses on. She would have felt more impressive if she had her leather jacket too, or her motorcycle. She turned only slightly in her seat to face the girl.
"As amusing as joining that club could be, I'm more selective with my escapades. No offense to her highness." She wondered if she did mean offense, in the long run. She watched a little blip venture onto the monitor then leave again. Sam was taking a bit of time. Was he really actually doing it with Juniper back there? No, Juniper would not have brought her along for that. She knew the kid enough to know that she would be far too terrified Cora would cut a bunch of threads and send her home barely knowing her own name.
Oh, Sam was...accomplished? That sounded like a Pandora's box she didn't want to tinker with at this point. "I don't need assistance, thank you. I have a feeling getting involved with you, and him, is a few too many threads to tangle." She wanted to say that people tended to have just one romantic partner, not a general collection. She wanted to say that she didn't generally like to share, although, the princess was attractive in her own way, and if she hadn't been literally tangled up with Sam emotionally, whose to say what could have happened. Nope, she wouldn't say any of that, because she didn't believe in relationships.
It was just a thread. Just another thread to...
It was just another thread that she couldn't f**** cut. Ah, that could be a problem.
The call for drinks drew her attention to the back of the plane, and she had a flashback to her last adventure with a bottle of whisky. With Sam. That Juniper knew about. That Juniper went and caused this giant tangled mess because of.
Her hand flexed slightly, and while she wasn't oping to leap out of the jet like some people, she was considering how it would feel to give herself amnesia for an hour just to stop thinking.
Cora was trying not to listen too closely to the other conversations, feeling like they would only stir that feeling of discomfort growing somewhere in her stomach. Why did she care how Sam knew anyone else? It wasn’t like she was attached to him. Threads changed colors all the time, it wasn’t like they had more than a growing crush, and he obviously was having certain adult relationships with two of them...
She focused on flying. She needed to make sure they were getting to Hawaii safely so she could kill Juniper there. Yup. She needed everyone alive until then.
That plan was stalled when the princess asked if Cora and Juniper were also concubines. Cora burst out laughing before she could stop herself. ”He wishes! I don’t bed as easily as you Atlanteans apparently do!”[/b][/color] she yelled back.
Concubine! Sam was really just a plaything for a princess? She wanted to rub that in his face so much now! She also wanted to cut a few threads but that was not jealousy. Nope. Not jealousy at all.
Cora could hear the conversation behind her, and tried her best not to laugh. Okay, she smirked a little to herself. It was hard not to with Sam's evident discomfort. While she ignored the 12-year-old the first go around with the random nick-names (really, she could have been given a worse one, with her Mohawk and all) she was able to pick up on the element that they were with royalty. Ah, the plot thickened. A princess. From Atlantis.
"Yes, maybe you can be a dear and warm things up..." Cora said, the smile pushing at the corners of her mouth. "I didn't realize you were in with royalty, Sam. That seems like quite the position." She let the innuendos sneak their way in, the coral threads on his hand flashing for a second where only he could see. While there was a faint vein of jealousy in her own stomach, there was also the sensation of a challenge. Was she competing against a princess for Sam? That seemed a little extreme.
Wait, why would she be competing at all? It wasn't like there was a prize to win. Or was there. She was still glad the sunglasses covered her own eyes. It would be very easy for this taunting to flip against her.
As a distraction, she checked their navigation, monitors, and set to familiarizing herself with the jet. She had gone on a few flights with her dad back in the day. Good way to get to a climbing spot was to fly, after all. This was a bit more complex, but nothing she couldn't handle, just getting her to pause her mocking long enough to give him actual copilot assistance. Then she settled back again, looking amused.
Hawaii with Sam. Well, Sam and a kid, and Juniper and a princess. This could either be romantic or a complete and utter disaster. She wondered if she had packed any whisky in her bag. She would want that later. Heck, if she wasn't actually up front she would want that now. Be a dear.... That sounded awful familiar. Just how many people did this guy run around and sleep with, anyway?
They ran, and Cora felt a small grin on her face as they did. The sensation of slipping through walls, doors and halls alike was strange and frankly, quite thrilling. She didn’t have quite the fear of being caught (being able to cut threads and leave made her a bit careless in that regard), but she could feel Juniper’s nervousness and that sort of added to the chase.
Then they reached the jet, and her smile broadened. Of course, a jet adventure! She almost forgot her very hungover conversation with Juniper not so long ago. As they entered the jet, however, she was hit by several very strong and very confusion feelings. On the one hand, the captains seat was Sam. Oh hell, Sam who she admitted crushing on to Juniper, and Sam who had to help get her very drunk ass to bed when she downed half a bottle of whisky. Sam who apparently invited a very hot mystery woman, and who had a very coral thread connecting them.
Damn. She glanced at Juniper and saw another coral thread. Double damn. The seat left for her was next to the ice mutant, a wingman move if there ever was one. Cora managed to keep a calm face as she moved and took the spot, glad the sunglasses hid the surprise in her eyes.
Lowering them just a hair, she gave one sideways smirk at Sam and then put them back into place, ”Feeling like I wandered into a game of cat’s cradle on this jet. Should I be worried what type of party Juniper was planning?” sometimes, the best strategy was shamelessness.
Cora listened to the instructions, momentarily raising another eyebrow at the sound of the ‘destination’. Sounded, tropical. Cora smirked finally and laughed, ”Waves? It’s been years since I’ve been to the ocean. I could look forward to seeing some eye candy in swimsuits...” She was single, after all. While she knew there was one person in particular she was keen on seeing, a distraction may not be bad.
Shifting her bag, Cora nodded casually. ”If things get too intense let me know, I can cut a few threads for an easier escape... nothing permanent, mind you. But Hard to catch someone you don’t remember,” she reminded, glancing once at the small ...girl? She didn’t judge, just tipped her head.
When they entered Cora waited, casually checking her phone as she did. She hadn’t heard from Sam recently, and wondered if she should send him something before or after they got to their destination. Beach selfie would be a fun eyebrow raiser to use. She grinned and saved that idea for later. When the signal happened, she was ready to run, easily keeping up with the group.
Juniper was up to no good, and Cora was more than happy to be up to no good with her. When the text came, she didn't hesitate to do what was needed to be included in the adventure. There weren't many details on where they were going, but given some of the stories the kid told, it would be fun.
Owning the rock climbing gym made step one of this vacation easy: call out of work, and get Juniper off for the next few days. The manager didn't ask, and the staff reworked the schedules as needed. Then she went and packed her bags, packing the swimsuit, some tank-tops and shorts, and an assortment of outfits. If there was swimming, she decided to er on the side of keeping her clothing lightweight for warmth. If it was cold, well, being around CS had gotten her used to that as well.
In the end she slung the bag over her shoulder, locking it in front with the seat belt-buckle closure and pushed a pair of sunglasses onto her face. At the given spot, she approached the waiting girl, and raised one eyebrow. "I hear we are going somewhere? I told Scout not to expect us, so it better be good." The sunglasses prevented the amusement from showing in her eyes.
Cora had already wandered the convention with Sam, her outfit now sporting a pair of leather arm bracers, but even with the out of place color she could turn a few heads. From where she sat she had to try her best to avoid either a) facepalming at Sam's insanely cheesy questions or b) laughing at his teammates response. She tried not to react strongly either way, for fear that laughing was not supporting Sam and doubting his skills, but also knowing the ice mutant clearly asked for the hazing.
Once he was heading to sit, Cora took the chance to ask her own questions. She could have tried to defend Sam's honor, but opted for something a little more on the serious side. It couldn't all be jokes, after all.
"I had a follow up question for the X-men on the panel. Clearly, you all have an assortment of impressive powers, but not everyone is given a mutation that seems inherently useful. What do you tell those aspiring heroes who perhaps lack the natural abilities to do great things?"
