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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He caught her off guard with the sudden move, drawing her close and then capturing her mouth with his. The kiss from before was blown clear out the window by this new one, and despite herself she was taken back. Everything she'd seen from him had been coated in sugar... so sweet and nice, helping her out the way he had, not bothering to press charges against her for the whole spidernapping thing... and then BAM! Suddenly there was a fire, and she was feeling more than overwhelmed.
...Maybe she'd assumed a little too much about his character..?
”Well, I’ll definitely have to make you pay for tricking me,”
Assuming... Makes an ass out of us all in the end. Biting down on her bottom lip, Megan managed to keep herself from making terribly embarrassing noises... but a flush of red that captured her cheeks and an unintended squirm managed to slip past. Damnit! Keep it together, Rova! Scolding herself did nothing to help the situation. In fact, it made it worse, since she pretty much admitting to herself how at a loss she was. Denial only ever helped to strengthen her in uncertain times... but she couldn't manage it at the moment while he was doing that to her neck.
”But in the meantime, a shower sounds fantastic.”
He stopped, thankfully... and she manged at least one coherent thought. Unfortunately, it was angled at how he'd managed to all but disrobe her while she hadn't been paying attention. Then, with the mention of the shower, her thoughts dissolved quickly back into things of a gutter-y nature.
"...S-shower... yeah..." ohgod.. what was wrong with her? Form coherent thoughts, damn you! Try as she might, though, she couldn't. She was stuck in one mode... and as things steadily progressed it was getting harder to function like anything other than an uncertain teenager after prom.
Well.... he was, dressing her? She smirked at him, one eyebrow raised as he looped a tie around her head and neck, content with simply watching and waiting.
”Hmm… yep. Definitely better.”
For a second, the fleeting thought that he was going to try and strangle her with a tie flew through her mind... before she realized he was kissing her. It was... simple, nothing like the other times she'd kissed people, but effective all the same. Since she was feigning drunkeness, she decided not to just lean on in and press back with her own brand of kiss. Instead, she managed a slightly shocked squeak, and hesitantly participated.
Then he pulled back, and the look on his face was either priceless or concerning. He looked like he'd seen a ghost. She was half tempted to turn and glance over her shoulder, just in case. ”I can’t. This is a bad idea. I’m sorry, but you’re drunk a-and I’m still hung up on my ex, and as much as several parts of me want to take that robe off of you and get you back in the shower, my brain knows I would just be using you. I’d be sleeping you with no feelings at all and that’s not fair to you.”
Once his little rant was done, she resumed popping her chin up on the couch, and grinned at him. "...Shower, huh?" It appeared her act had worked, if he was already that deep into fantasizing about things. With a little sigh, she pushed herself up and stepped back from the couch, walking casually around it while she trailed her fingers over the fabric. "Actually...." How was she supposed to put this delicately?... or, was she even suppos--... oh, screw it!
" I'm not drunk at all. Barely even scratched the surface of my limits... I poured most of the alcohol out, and I have an insane tolerance to the stuff." She dropped the act instantly, sounding only slightly annoyed as she adopted her usual gait and mannerisms, while the 'intoxicated' facade flew right out the window. "I was mostly trying to get you to drink something, because hey, I figured it'd loosen you up or something." She wasn't really sure how to tread around the 'ex' thing, so she decided to ignore it. There were more important things at hand here than silly things like that! ...Like sex!
"...and that whole feelings thing? F@%$ 'em. I couldn't care less about that kind of crap at this point in my life." She waved a hand flippantly, and took a step closer to him. "...Now... Since the air has been cleared... and we've both been honest... what say we do that shower thing you mentioned, hmm?" If she'd have been able to purr, she probably would have.
Turning, she wandered back toward the kitchen. She also managed not to huff, or grumble angrily under her breath. Was this what men went through in order to seduce females? Because if so, it was entirely too much effort.
As she fixed a drink for him, she pondered on whether or not she wanted to go through with her plan. Sure, sex was sex and there really wasn't anything in it emotionally for her... but having to think ahead three steps each time she said or did something was getting a bit annoying. Maybe she could just pounce on him and be done with the whole act? Eh... no, because if he decided to turn her down it'd be more embarrassing than throwing herself at him in the first place. If there was one thing she hated in the world, it was having something she wanted withheld from her. Right now, she wanted to experiment.
A list of names and faces came to mind... all of the people she knew and willingly talked to. There was Gawain... ew. Her Masochistic friend... unavailable. A few others who would honestly be a pain to get to leave her alone afterwards. The twenty six year old frowned, and snatched up the cup she'd made for Nathan from the counter.
He was the only one without strings attached, who she could hop into bed with and not worry about him trying to track her down later. It was both annoying, and appeasing. Slapping a crooked smile back onto her lips as she wandered back out, she was forced to pause in the doorway when he spoke.
”You know, I was annoyed at first, but I think I rather like the way you pull off the ‘stolen bathrobe’ look.”
Blinking down at the bathrobe in question, her smile transformed into a wide grin. She struck a pose and mocked modeling it for him. "It wouldn't be the first thing that looked better on me then it's original owner."
Crossing to him, she leaned over the back of the couch and handed him the cup. Deliberately, she managed to get the robe to part in a way only women seemed capable of, exposing just enough cleavage to capture a man's attention without fully exposing anything. Knowing full well what she was doing, while pushing her doubts to the back of her mind, she plopped her chin in a hand and smirked down at him, Icy eyes watching lazily.
Well... that had certainly worked out better than she'd anticipated...
For a moment, Megan was at a loss for what to do. Somehow she'd imagined that seducing the man would be... well... less personal. Yet, here she was, pressed up against him, and all she could do was stare. There was a heat crawling up that back of her neck, which was usually the first sign of a coming blush.
Balls! There was no time for embaress-- ”Well, I’m feeling a little less tense at least. But now I don’t feel like getting up to grab a drink. What a shame.” --...ment. Okay, now she could feel maybe just a tad bit embarrassed. That was okay though! She could use it in her favor... hopefully. "ah...yeah... lemme just--... um, move your leg, yeah... okay-- get up..."
She disentangled herself from him, managing to keep herself clothed in the process, and peeked at him from the corners of her eyes as she stood. "I'll... go get us something... What'll ya have?"
She grinned and shrugged in reply, innocently rolling her eyes to the side. "Well, I was playing with Parker and he got slobber all over me. I couldn't very well just sit around in it, so I opted to take a shower. This robe is just too comfy." Her grin was replaced slowly with pursed lips, and a rather thoughtful expression. "I guess I could walk home.. "
She trailed off, pushing away from the wall to pass him. "I mean...It's probably still warm out, and I'm sure nothing will happen to me at this hour..." Collecting her stray pants, she turned and glanced around, one eyebrow raising slightly. "...Where'd I put my shirt...?" She could hear Parker skittering around somewhere, and glanced in his direction, knowing full well that she'd purposefully stuffed her shirt under Nate's bed. The thought made her grin again... Made some of that alcohol she'd had was having a little bit of an effect, if only by making her scheming more potent.
Turning her chin, she pinned her eyes back on him. "You look a little tense.. why don't you sit down and have a drink or something? I'm sure there's still plenty I haven't pillaged yet." As if to reinforce her words, she patted the back of the couch and leaned against it, letting herself lean just far enough that she tipped over entirely and landed on the cushions on the other side.
"Oh! Found my shir-... no, wait... it's just a sock."
Oh good, he was home! Said woman paused from her task, temporarily ceasing the glug-glugging stream of liquor from her glass. She'd downed nearly an entire bottle already, and wasn't surprised at the lack of reaction. Lately, nothing she'd gulped had really affected her. Some of the poisons Nate had in his stash weren't to her liking, honestly... but to make it look as if she'd had more than her fill, she'd taken to pouring out every other glass. The desired effect was a living room scattered with a few of the smaller bottles.
With a smirk, she wondered if he'd notice her pants laying draped over the back of the couch. "Hello~!" It was oddly easy to fake being tipsy. Just a little wiggle in the step, and a goofy grin slapped on the face, and most people were fooled completely. Given the fact that she had, in fact, been drinking... if rather slowly, she'd also have that pleasant spicy smell on her breath that came with indulging her thirst.
Casually, as if she didn't even care that she was dressed in his bathrobe, she strutted out to greet him. With a half empty glass in hand, even. "...Has two hours passed already?" She sipped at her drink daintily, delighting in the burn and tingle as it slid down her throat, and grinned at the man as she leaned against the wall just outside the kitchen doorway.
“Oh, he’s watching. Since he realizes that… my ex isn’t coming back, He has been mopey and unfriendly with most guests.”
Ah. That explained that, then. She decided not to open her mouth and make any comments about it... for now. While her experience in average run of the mill break up's was limited, she knew how bad having a fresh wound hurt. It sucked, a lot. With a lazy sigh, she listened to him explain, while taking a look around. It was mostly as she remembered from her brief stay. Which... reminded her of waking up in his bed with her back clean and bandaged. Honestly, she'd have questioned whether anything had happened while she had been out, but he didn't come off as a peeping tom, or a grope-y gary.
”As for me, I just want Parker in once piece when I get back from my meeting so I can salvage a good night, so thank you again. I’ll be back in two hours, and if you need me, the number’s on a post-it next to the phone.”
With a little nod, she waited for him to escort himself out, before casting her gaze around again. What was she going to do for two hours? With determined pursed lips, she set about wandering around to find something to entertain herself with.
***
One hours and forty five minutes later, Megan was having a blast. She'd eaten a little bit, enjoying what was surely a home cooked meal, then coaxed Parker out of his closet hidey-hole.
As it turned out, the big arachnid was similar to her children, and yet a little different. For instance, he didn't respond to commands. Her spiders did. He liked getting scratches on his head, around his many eyes... her spiders were often terrified that she'd squish them while that close. He also seemed to like to fetch... which was all together odd, and vastly entertaining. Especially when she 'accidentally' threw a slipper she'd found out a window and he'd scurried vertically down the outside wall in order to drag it back.
Yeah, Parker was just that friggen awesome. After a while, though, she had gotten a little bored. Her mind wandered to other things, and with an hour to go still, she'd decided to take a bath. It's not like it was the first time she'd stolen a shower from someone she barely knew. After a good soaking in the tub, she felt much more relaxed. So relaxed, in fact, that she decided not to put her dress back on. She simply helped herself to a bathrobe located conveniently nearby.
She figured, as she'd exited the bathroom, that there was still plenty of time to put herself back together before Nathan got back. Which left her lounging on the couch, casually scratching a giant spiders belly as the creature squirmed on the floor. Her mind wandered away from her, to things she'd only recently begun to dabble in. Like her excursions with Vicente. She had to admit that there was a certain freedom with sharing herself with another, if only in a physical sense. If she'd known about it sooner, she'd probably have started the day she fled home. Unfortunately, she hadn't. She felt like she was making up for lost time, slowly salvaging things from her past. Of course, she was still kind of a sissy when it came to branching out. She hadn't even thought of testing the waters with anyone else save for the assassin... which kind of bothered her.
If she was going to add such an element to her life, something a lot of people didn't even bat an eyelash at these days, she would really have to broaden her own horizons a little.
As her eyes roamed the room she was currently in, a thought struck her. She did know someone who wouldn't be completely terrible to experiment on. Someone she felt at least somewhat safe testing the waters with. A wicked grin captured her lips as she sat up, and set about gathering a few glasses, and a few bottles from Nate's supply. He was supposed to be back soon, which didn't give her much time. She'd just turned to gather her clothing, before pausing and thinking better of it. If she succeeded, she'd just be taking them off again anyway. "To life!" Lifting a small glass as she plopped back down on the couch and crossed her legs, she filled her glass and downed the whole thing.
Breakup? Ouch. He had her sympathy, if for all the wrong reasons. People who tangled themselves up in relationships often paid heavy prices... she knew that first hand.
"Aw, guess I’ll have to settle for stealing the affection of your pet for a while, instead." Speaking of pets... where was the big bugger? She'd not seen hide nor fang of the creature since entering the house.
"Where's Parker anyway? I'm starting to think I should feel a little insulted at not receiving a warm welcome like the last time." She still had a little smirk in place, showing that she wasn't entirely serious. If she knew spiders like she thought she did, the bid bug was probably hidden somewhere watching the whole interaction play out. Either that, or he was better trained than she gave him credit, and was napping or something. An eerie thing for a spider to do, in her mind.
Her attention was drawn back to Nathan, and she found herself sizing him up. She didn't know why... but she never felt like snapping at him like she did with everyone else. Something about him was just really relaxing. Maybe it was his attitude... or the fact that he'd saved her that one time. Whatever the case, it was slightly unnerving. Megan wasn't the type of person who liked being able to relax around people. The fact that she felt like she could kick back and chill for a while confused her.
... maybe she'd have to take steps to change that, eventually.
She managed a smile back, however small. It seemed like he needed it. "Nice to see you again, too."
Stepping inside, she went ahead and removed her coat, draping it over the first available object she passed. Her purse and keys got dropped alongside it, as she followed him in. He listed off where she could find food, drinks, and even alcohol, and her smile widened slightly. It was like he'd thought ahead... or a date had canceled on him.
Still, she appreciated the sentiment. "I don't need to get paid... I wasn't doing anything anyway." Just attempting to clean out her apartment more, while packing her things to ready herself for a move. Nothing special, or entertaining. ”You know, for someone as… unpredictable as you are, it’s surprising you came early.”
Her smile shifted into a full grin and she crossed her arms under her chest. "What can I say? I missed my big ol' spider friend." She absently lifted a hand and picked a nail as if she weren't interested in the conversation.
"Besides... last time I was here I spotted a lot of shiny objects just begging for me to take them home."
She stared at her phone again, unsure as to whether or not that conversation had actually just happened.
Spider man-- ...uh, what was his name again? ... Nate, yeah... that sounded right-- had called her. Straight out of the blue, in order to ask her if she'd babysit his pet. Parker... While she had intended on shooting him down, purely because she didn't know if she was ready for any form of socialization yet... she'd agreed. For some reason, the words had slipped out of her mouth before she could stop them.
It was better than sitting in an empty apartment, that much she knew for sure...
She’d grabbed up a few things, changed into an old dress that she didn’t much care about, thrown on a jacket and headed out the door. The ride on her bike had been fraught with people who didn’t know how to get out of her damn way, but eventually she made it. In time, too! Megan found herself wondering about the man again, as she resolutely marched up to his door. She’d never met someone so nice, even after she’d basically tried to petnap his spider. She’d just assumed before that he had a few nuts and bolts loose in that noggin of his, but had come to the conclusion that he was probably just daft... or very, very misinformed about how the world worked.
Still... there was a lovely monster of a spider to visit, so any impressions she had about Nathan himself could wait. It wasn’t exactly like he’d wronged her in any way, shape, or form, anyway. Smoothing her hair down, since her helmet had mussed it, she adjusted the bottom of the spring dress she wore, and made sure to kick any dirt off from her sneakers.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Her stomach growled quietly, and she halfheartedly wondered if he had anything edible in his house.
With one hand up to shade her eyes from the sun, Megan squinted into the distance. "Give or take a meter. Never was any good at math."
"Have you managed to get any spiders close to the area?"
She nodded, dropping her hand from her eyes. "They've got the position more or less surrounded. Just need to close the gaps and squeeze the circle tighter." From the information she was currently getting, she couldn't get an exact estimate on the number of enemies they'd be facing. One for certain, as multiple spiders had accounted for seeing someone stalking around the lone wagon. She'd been informed of two bodies already, which were further out and easier for her spiders to spot.
Stepping closer to him, Megan nodded. "There's a good amount of rubble off to the right, once we're close. It should provide good cover if these guys happen to be armed." Running in blind like this (heh) was pretty risky. They would have the disadvantage from the get-go, but... thankfully her children were hard at work fixing that little problem.
She jumped that time.. nearly out of her own boots. Violent anger in response to her answering one of his questions was new.. and... very, very frightening.
Gulping down a lump that suddenly formed in her throat, she fought back the urge to turn and run. This wasn't him.. this was.. someone else, someone she'd never met before. Whoever had left that mark on his chest had undone him on some level.
"We need to get back on Clive's trail. We're wasting time here... We should go."
She nodded, not saying a word back. It was hard enough to keep her hands from shaking as she pulled her face mask back up; she didn't trust her voice not to quiver. She honestly couldn't even begin to try and understand what his problem it, and while it did manage to wound her feelings that he'd explode on her in such a way, she was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, and let the matter slide. He didn't want to talk about it? That's fine... she had things she hated talking about too.
Her mindset didn't subtract from the fact that she probably wasn't going to risk talking to him for a while, lest he fly into a rage again and didn't happen to be a wall around for him to take it out on.
"... She didn't bleed out... She starved to death... There is something preventing blood loss... odd ... Stone..."
Stone...? Eyeing the body, she thought back to the wound her companion bore on his chest. Someone had mutilated the woman, then left her to die. That someone had the power to turn things to stone, which was frightening enough on it's own, but.. that someone had also attacked the Judge and more or less won the fight.
Whoever that someone was, was dangerous. Dangerous and running around freely. She suppressed a shudder, and turned her attention to the handful of scout spiders she had wandering around within her range of control.
"We need to find who did this, Megan... NOW. Did your spiders see anything? Did they?"
The tone he was using and the suddenly very different body language caught her off guard. It was almost frightening, seeing him stalk toward her, clad in the Judge armor and everything. But... that wasn't really what she could focus on. There was an element of desperation in his voice, which was something she'd never seen come from him. Was he... worried?
Though she hadn't flinched away from his closeness, she had to admit to herself that it was enough to make her nervous. Closing her eyes, she reach out to her children again and tried to establish the strange connection she'd discovered that allowed her to see through their eyes for a few moments at a time. Concentration wrinkled her brow, and when she opened her eyes again she wasn't seeing the Judge before her, or any of the surrounding scenery. She was seeing glimpsed of things from up to three miles away, looking into nooks and crannies, and crawling through shadows. As it had the last time she'd played with her power, she was greeted with blurred vision and the feeling that she'd been crossed eyed for a long while when she finally came back from the visions. She was starting to think the blurriness that left her feeling somewhat blind, and the throb of a headache were going to be constant side effects when she pushed the limits of her new-found ability. Considering that she'd really pushed them this time, for her partner's sake, it felt twice as bad as it had the last time.
"...I... No one's been here for a while. There are no tracks that I can see... no shelters. There are a few more bodies off toward the west that have similar stone markings... though, not to such an extreme level as this one..." She pointed off in the direction the other bodies lay, rubbing at her eyes while she did so.
"There's also another grave a half a mile to the east... It was pretty small... Maybe a child." Had the monster that had done this killed all of the people, both buried and not? With her eyesight starting to slowly return to normal, she blinked a few more times in an attempt to speed up the process.
The whole situation had her on edge now... the bodies, the absence of the campers... the way her companion was acting... "Whoever did this moved on a while ago..."
Glancing up from her map, Megan shielded her eyes from the sun hanging over head. The scenery was right, she was sure of it... but something wasn't right. The small settlement that was supposed to be here was missing. She knew that they moved every now and then to keep trouble from finding them, but was pretty sure that the whole damn thing wasn't supposed to just be up and gone right now. As she traveled further into the shelter of a giant, ruined building, her boots sent bullet casings bouncing across the concrete.
"Damnit... something much have happened." Tugging the length of cloth that served to cover the bottom half of her face down, she surveyed the area cautiously. There were spots of old blood dribbled here and there, and trash had been left scattered across the floor. The people who'd been camping here had been forced to leave in a hurry... either that, or they weren't walking with the living anymore. "... There was a pretty big fight here, judging from the amount of casings left behind..."
Moving from her companions side momentarily, she followed a larger smearing of blood that trailed away from where the camp had once been. No more then forty feet away, she stumbled across something that gave her reason to pause. The absents of bodies when compared to the amount of blood left behind was suddenly explained by six recently dug graves. The earth was still unsettled as far as she could see, which meant that the fight had probably only happened a few days before. Surveying the scene, her gaze wandered past something in the distance, close enough that she could squint and make out vague details of it's shape. Some sort of rock, maybe?... Oddly shaped... almost like it had a head and sh--
Having wandered close enough to see it for what it really was, Megan found herself stunned speechless. She honestly didn't know what she was looking at... but whatever it was, whoever it had been, the end result was mindbogglingly horrific. With hurried steps, she rushed back to her companions side. "... You're going to need to see this.." The lack of color in her face, and perhaps the way her voice sounded hollow and frightened, should have been warning enough. Words just wouldn't explain correctly... he would need to see it himself.
Not wasting another second, Megan hauled herself back over to the site of her grim discovery.
She shot a lazy half grin Ami's way, and tucked her hands into the back pockets of her jeans. "Consider it a date." Ami really was a ball to be around, what with the way she carried herself and the unique attitude. She could really see why Gawainya had snagged her.
In fact, she'd had a ton of fun today without realizing it... the crazy girl on the bus who spit some kinda curse at her, the adrenaline stil coursing through her from learning something new and exciting. Hell, she even liked whole 'take it slow' vibe, and the energy she had to put into forcing herself to be patient! It was a different kind of feeling... one that she wasn't used to anymore. Being content, and even a little happy, without having to go try and pound someone's face in, or knock some poor schmuck down a peg to make herself feel better.
She could really get used to this kinda thing, even if it was rather alien for her.
Of course, nothing good ever seemed to happen to her without something bad following merrily in it's footsteps. Her attention was quickly captured by the two men that sauntered out of the shadows, straight into their paths. Ami was quick to speak, which was good, because it gave Megan a moment to filter what she wanted to say of the trillions of cuss words that jumped to the tip of her tongue.
"You heard the lady, baldy. Get the hell out of the way." Grinning, she set to work on a nice present for one of the men, if they so chose to make something of the encounter. Silk began building up in her mouth, shoved to the side of one cheek like a hamster just in case she needed to open her yapper and shout at someone.