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...?
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Magic and Mystics
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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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Yes! He agreed! She was given a very welcome excuse to hide behind reprieve from the moment of...um... romance? Oh, gosh, that had been awfully romantic. Like one of the scenarios ripped straight out of a movie. Which, funnily enough, what Annie loved to fantasize about the most. Passionate kissing and firm embraces and-
Stopityou'llrileyourselfupagain!
"Great! I'll drive us there."
She gathered up the few other things she would need, snagged her car keys, and then led him out of her apartment and down to the street again. Her car was parked not too far away, just around the back of the building where there was "resident parking"... which in reality was nothing more than an empty lot from when the Laundromat had used to be a small grocery store years ago. Now, instead of trucks pulling in back there to deliver goods, everybody who was lucky or brave enough to own a car parked there. Her's was a red, mid-sized four-door, with black interior. It was in great condition for being a handful of years old by that point because she made sure to take care of it.
She unlocked it as they approached so that he could get in, showed him where to move the seat back if he needed more room for his swords, and started it up. It wouldn't take long for it to become obvious that she was a New Yorker through and through, and that while she'd moved out of her old neighborhood many years ago, it was still in her just under the skin.
They made it to her time slot in time, but not before she'd threatened physical violence on numerous bad drivers multiple times, even getting out of the car shortly at one point so that she could better yell at another driver in the opposing lane, while all cars were stopped. The few sips of alcohol she'd had didn't help at all.
They made it there in one piece and after getting 'checked in' with a guest, the writer could finally stop filling in backstory.
"Do you want me to pick you out a gun to use, or do you wanna test fire some? I'm paying, so whatever you like." She had hers's obviously, and was visually excited. She loved shooting in a large number of forms, which was why it wasn't often she would willingly miss one of her own bookings.
Her face continued to redden. All of her blood was rushing to her face and if she didn't calm down soon she was absolutely sure she was going to pass out.
Or explode.
Something bad, anyway!
It worsened when the shirt she'd gotten him was instantly abandoned with the sheets, and then she was touching his chest, and then he was touching the base of her neck and then leaning in and--
Her phone, which was across the room where she had abandoned all of the other stuff from jogging, started ringing in an elegant chime. She immidiately took initiative to duck right out of his grip and all but flew across the room to it. Leg brace be damned!
As she checked it, it turned out to only be a reminder of her approaching range appointment. She tried to ignore how jostled she was due to a damn close near kiss. Her hands were shaking a bit! Arg!
"Shit, I almost forgot about the range today!"
Her phone clacked back onto the table and she reached for her bellyband holster to hook it back on around her waist.
"Would, you.. um... wanna come? I could show you proper technique since you are interested and all."
Was her face still red? Yup. The slight reflection of her window didn't lie. She was definitely still cherry tomato red. She tried to calm herself back down again as she tucked away her extra clip, folding knife, and pepper spray.
Ah, so he liked to jog on an empty stomach? Eh. Personal choice she supposed. Annie at least liked to have a cookie and a cup of coffee in her beforehand.
She'd been about to say more but then she turned and actually caught sight of him and the words died on her lips. She might have stuttered a little. Eyes widened, face flushed almost nearly entirely red, and she suddenly had an iron-clad grip on the sheets and pillowcases in her hand.
... when had he removed his shirt?!
The light filtering in from outside hit him in just such a way that her breath was stolen from her and she had to stumble back a little into the doorframe for support. He was striking, for lack of better words. The light hit all his muscles and tattoo's just right. She would have bet money on there suddenly being some kind of steamy effect in the room.
She definitely felt her blood pressure spike to... honestly concerning levels, and the worst part is she didn't know what to do! The sultry tiger that she liked to think lived inside of her was being super LOUD right then with all sorts of directions.
Tackle him!
Ravage him!
Show him your garter! Get it, gurl!
But her actual creampuff filling was desperately clinging to this being all some painful sort of misunderstanding. Like.... he'd totally taken his shirt off because it was sweaty, right? Totally! That was the whole reason she had changed, too.
He stepped closer and she could feel her skin prickle in a warning. She wasn't sure what the danger was, probably only just her own big dumb head trying to get her to spring on him again, but it caused her to lock up a little. When he reached for the sheets that seemed to snap her out of it a little.
"O-oh! Hang on a second, I think I have something that will work."
... Had she even said out loud what she was responding to herself with? She didn't think she had. He was definitely going to think she was crazy.
She pushed the sheets at him and turned to vanish into her room again, not bothering to close the door this time as she wasn't changing. She ruffled through her t-shirt drawer until she found it, twitched nervously, and then turned to head back out to give it to him.
It was her Pizza Cat t-shirt. Entirely too big for her (she swam in it) but the only thing she owned that might fit him. He was pretty m.... muscular.
Hm? She blinked a few times, first at her wall, and then at him. Head tilted a little. What was that about 'Us'? Slip of the tongue maybe?
There was no way he could-
Nah.
No way.
... Right?
"You should!" She skipped back to the book, which was an area she was comfortable in. "It really dives into an in-depth look at what people expect when going into martial arts and combat, and what the reality actually is." The couch still needed sheets. Hm... oh, and pillowcases! She had some extras in the same closet that had her knee brace.
"There's a whole section on Kata as a military training method. It's pretty fascinating."
She carefully limped away to go find sheets and her knee brace, and when she came back out from her room she was lacking the knife she'd found and had a non-sweat covered clothes on. She'd specifically chosen NOT to wear the one with pizza cat on it. Instead she just had on a loose pull over that covered her hips well (good for conceal carry) and a pair of black jeans with a little stretch. She had decided to wear another one of her collection pieces. Technically it was a two piece, with a garter, and all in black lace. Easy enough to hide and bulky enough she didn't feel like people could see it through her clothes. It was just the minimal confidence boost she figured she'd need seeing as this whole encountered was definitely starting to fee more like a date.
"Are you hungry? Have you had breakfast already?" Wait, what time was it even? "Or brunch?"
"I make a pretty killer omelette." With her brace on, which stretched from mid-thigh to mid-calf, she was able to walk easier. It had sturdy-yet-thin metal hinges on either side that made putting weight on the old injury a lot easier.
"Plants are easy to take care of and don't care if I'm away for a while." So... he liked plants then? That was nice. Good. She liked plants, too. She sipped at her drink again.
"...I like guns, too." She wasn't ashamed to admit it... not really. She just usually didn't break out that conversation topic on like the first da....aaaaaa- meeting. "I just finished cleaning them and forgot to put them away." Speaking of, she still had one strapped to her, didn't she? She pinned her ice pack between her knees and say up a little so she could unclip her harness from herself, pull the whole thing out, and turned to set it on the set-in window sill behind her. She fished out her knife and pepper spray and set them aside, too. "I like to be prepared."
"Oh, don't worry about it. Really. I shouldn't have pushed myself like that. It's been years since I tried to run like that again."
He absolutely piqued her interest when he mentioned having read some of the very books on her shelf. She straightened in her seat and took a bit larger a sip than she ought to have. "Really? Aren't they just fascinating?" She spied the one he was talking about and smiled. "That's a great one. The original version is way better a read than the translated ones. Way more meaningful. Have you ever read 'Meditations on Violence'? It's a pretty good read too." Goodness, she had so many books to choose from. The variety of reading material in her apartment ranged from topic to topic, somewhat all related, and in organized sections. She had everything from language to antique firearms and even some ancient medieval European combat stuff. When she got hooked on a topic, she really got hooked!
He surprised her a bit at his statement. It felt a bit like it had come out of nowhere, but her mind picked up quickly and put the pieces together.
Oh.
He obviously felt really guilty and wanted to make sure she was alight, right? That she could get around fine and wouldn't fall and lay on the floor neglected for days or weeks? How sweet!
"Oh. Sure!" It was a little strange as she hadn't had anyone stay overnight in this place. It was pretty small... but, that wasn't to say she wasn't prepared for that eventually.
She stood, carefully hobbled her way over to the couch, and started removing cushions and pillows. A fold-away bed was easily pulled out as she scooted the coffee table away with one foot. She tossed the cushions to the side. "I hope this is alright? I know it's pretty small, but it's decently comfy." She spotted a knife wedged in there between the mattress and the frame.
"Oh, hey... That's where you went." Annie pulled it out and tucked it in the back waist of her pants as she threw the pillows back on.
She watched, silently horrified, as he seemed to expertly prepare two drinks.
Ohgod.
She decided to make absolutely sure that she sipped at it. Being a notorious lightweight who could have a bit of a temper was not a great look in most cases.
She eyed the drink he passed her a bit tensely, reached out to pull it closer, and lifted it to take a sip. Blech! Holy @#$% that was strong! Normally she just added a little splash to her soda every now and then. Annie valiantly fought back a grimace, swallowed, and set her cup back down.
"Thanks!"
And then commenced a somewhat awkward, slightly intimidating staring. She stared right back for a bit, waiting for him to speak. Like.. say anything. Do something. Anything! Eventually, she looked away first and focused on how she had the icepack on her knee.
Had... had he taken her super serious about that whole 'it's your fault' thing? Maybe she hurt his feelings?
Damnit, maybe she really did need to drink a bit. This whole ordeal was going to give her an ulcer.
Directions were prompt and to the point. She was good at giving directions in all manner of things. It also helped to keep her from spiraling away into fantasy. It didn't take too long for them to get to her place. She walked or jogged most of the way there, sometimes took the bus if it was raining too badly.
She worried and fretted a LOT more as soon as they were at the entrance to her complex. She lived in a... fun part of town. It wasn't exactly a slum but was damn close to it, and pretty dangerous at night. The apartments were up a flight of stairs (there was no elevator), and her's was situated two floors above a laundromat. It was convenient, which was part of the reason she chose the place.
She unlocked the door as soon as they were there and immediately kicked herself. Her guns were indeed out and laying on her table. Super irresponsible, Annie. Literally one of the most important rules of gun ownership was proper storage! He was going to think she was a nutcase for sure.
"Thanks." She got herself into one of her kitchen chairs and got her leg in a good position so that it didn't ache as bad.
Her place was small. Literally, a living room combined with a very small kitchen and a tiny bedroom off to one side. She was lucky to have a bathroom in her unit though, as well as a functioning shower. So many other places in her price range had simply been one-room apartments with no bathroom or kitchen.
"There's an ice pack in the freezer if you would be so kind."
Right off the bat, it would be noticeable that she didn't have many things. Just enough things. A few decorations here or that that looked like they had been chosen specifically for the theme of the place. Her table and chairs were older and solid wood. Her curtains matched the color scheme of the walls and other scant furniture. She had a small couch, a small coffee table. A mix between vintage and modern design. Her appliances were clean and polished, but not brand new. She was clean and organized, liked things tidy and neat. She also liked plants.
Lots of plants.
Hanging ivy in a few corners and on one shelf. A few pots in the main window, even more in her bedroom. Her bathroom was full of plants that did well in humid environments. It wasn't exactly a jungle, but it was clear she liked having a bit of life inside and had a rather green thumb.
She set about methodically putting away her weapons, clearing off the table so he could sit. It was hard not to blush in embarrassment while doing it, too.
"Er... would you like anything to drink?" Once she had everything neatly put away in their cases, she locked them and sat them on the floor beside her chair, up against the wall. "I have lots to choose from... in the fridge, or the cupboards."
She had a stash of various juices, some milk, cold water in a pitcher in the fridge, and in the cupboard beside it on an upper shelf she had a small shelf of fine liquours her father kept giving her every year for christmas. She wasn't much of a drinker, as the Bronx tended to come out of her when she partook, but most of them were open from small cups of things here and there while working on larger projects.
Annie short-circuited a little as he brushed dirt away from her face, and then she definitely blushed. Not beet red, mind you, but visibly rosy. Maybe she could blame it on the weather? Also, she was definitely going to have to revisit the whole idea that he was simply looking for a jogging partner. Did normal people do things as lifetime-movie-romantic as that? Did... did he like her? Like like-like her?!
"Huh?" Responsibility? What? She found, all too suddenly, that she was off her feet and cradled in his arms and... oh, god in heaven. Father, Son, and the holy ghost, he was jacked and his tracksuit seemed to be doing a damn fine job of showing it off with how she was suddenly snuggly pressed up against him.
She barely held back a strangled grunt, managed to pass it off as her knee being jostled a little in a new position, and then focused on not moving a lot. It wasn't the first time she'd ever been picked up like this. She'd been a cheerleader for many years so she was used to being picked up and help and thrown about by boys. Truthfully it had been a lot easier to ignore the closeness back then...
"Oh, um. I'm fine, really. I probably just need to ice it. I guess.... just take me home?" The last part squeaked out a little because SHE'D NEVER TAKEN ANYONE HOME BEFORE. AHHH! Had she put all her laundry away?! Were her dishes done? What was he going to think of the size of her place? What about all of her plants?
Oh, god, had she put her guns away properly?!
"O-oh. Well, how would you wanna settle it then?" Yessss, a distraction. Focus on something other than his hands on you, Annie. "Chess? Checkers? Rock Paper Scissors?"
Jesus, it was like she hardly weighed anything to him. [/i][/i]
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Raijin appeared and she mustered up a grin that was half humorous and half guilty. "Hahah... yeah."
She sat up a little more, propping herself up on one arm and checking to make sure her gun and other defense tools were still on her. Once she was sure they were she rested on one arm and lifted her knee a little. It protested, but she could tell it hadn't ripped again at least. That much was a relief.
It was a lot easier not to blush at him touching her with avid pain present. Twigs and leaves in her hair and a smudge or two of dirt on her face helped too, she guessed. "I should hope so. I trained for years specifically to get fast."
Bending it fully wasn't going to be a thing that was happening any time soon and she was starting to worry about putting weight on it. Great. She'd have to make an appointment to go see her doctor sometime soon and get chewed out by him and her physical therapist too.
And apparently Raijin too.
She tried not to move much and definitely hissed a little bit at some of his moving of her leg. All she could do was laugh shamelessly, "Yeah, I suppose so, but I'm an insanely competitive person so it couldn't be helped. I should probably blame you anyway since you went and had to challenge me."
Annie grinned. Wait... that had come across like a joke, right? Of course, she didn't actually blame him.
She sat forward a little and moved to try and get up, and was finding it rather difficult.
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Was... was that a challenge? Had he just-
He took off running and she gaped at him from behind. Yup. Definitely a challenge.
A tiny voice, the one that was normally loud and reasonable in her head, cropped up. It said 'Don't do it, Annie! You're not ready! You'll regret it!'
It was kind of being drowned out by a growing sense of competitive excitement, though.
'Annie, no! Nononono-'
She slowed to a stop, knelt and extended one foot out behind her. Ground her sole into the pavement and breathed in deeply.
'Annalise don't you da-!'
Her hips lifted and she shot off. He may have been bigger in muscle and stature, but she was trained for this. Years of her life spend running tracks reaching for record-breaking speed.
The sound of her shoes slapping on the ground quickly approached and then whizzed past him. She barely paid any attention. Her head was in the game now, eye focused on the path ahead that had swiftly become her lane. What had her best time been all those years ago? Nine point something?
It had been a while, she knew she was rusty, but she was gonna push herself for that same time if this was going to be a race.
She was about 40 meters in and coming up on a curve on the road... and that's when disaster struck.
She braced herself for the turn and her knee protested painfully and then flat gave out on her. The momentum sent her hurdling off the path and into the thick bushed beside the track with a startled shout. She landed, ate dirt (thankfully not literally) and rolled a bit before coming to a stop.
"Ah, @#$%... pushed myself to hard." The little voice in her head was singing 'I told you so!' loudly, while she propped herself up on her elbows and caught her breath.
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She... blushed. Yep. Too late to take it back now. 'exceptionally talented' had sprung up and punched her right across the face. "Well... I mean, I've bested a lot of people, yes. I've got a few medals for it, too." Don't brag, Annie, it's unbecoming. She cleared her throat and noticed offhandedly that he had sped up. In fact, he passed her a little.
Her eyebrows shot damn near into her hairline.
Oh? He'd said he wasn't much into jogging? Maybe her little bit of bragging had spurred some competitiveness in him?
She sped up to match, and then pass him a little, and glance at him from the side with a smile.
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Sudden intense workouts? What kind of workout was that? Did he have a personal trainer that sprang out of bushes with on-the-spot exercises for him? Or... She successfully battled back a blush. 'Sudden' and 'intense' together could mean a lot of things, not just bedroom stuff, you stupid monkey brain.
"That sounds exciting." She offered in response, unwilling to let her dirty thoughts slip out any further.
"I'm just getting back into more regular workouts myself. Ran out of time for a while... I've decided to start slow though." Or, as slow as Leonid would let her. The man didn't look very fast, but when he wanted too he could sweep her off her feet in the blink of an eye. Her poor tush had a lot of bruises from harsh lessons of situational awareness.
She whisted slightly at what she assumed to be a boast. He could run for hours? How?? He didn't look the type for a marathon runner. "I've never been much of a marathoner. I tend to top a few minutes at a time if I'm not super serious about it. My best time is just under a minute, and then repeat that until I've run out of stamina."
That reminded her that she really needed to get out on the track again and see what her current limits were. It had been a few months since she'd last tried. She chuckled awkwardly. Oh, she'd run off on a tangent about running.
"My leg?" She hazarded a glance down at it and immediately felt dumb. Why's she need to look at it? "Oh, yeah. It doesn't really start to act up unless I run for too long, or do something stupid. I've been in physical therapy for a few years on getting back to 100%, and I'd say I'm about-" She mulled over numbers in her head for a bit while pursing her lips and looking skyward. "-...eh.. 70-ish%. I've still got a bit to go, but it's not nearly as bad as it was."
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He'd... just take clothes off.
It was a miracle that she didn't instantly turn beet red all over. "Haha!" She covered how awkward and hot under the collar that made her feel with a laugh and made sure her shoes were tied tightly. The last thing she needed was biting it and eating dirt in front of him.
"Alright, let's get going then."
She started off slow as they first took off so she could gauge how familiar he was with it, and then ramped up her speed a little until it was just pushing a pace that made talking almost difficult.
"Do you go jogging often, or are you just getting into it?" Some people still wore tracksuits, sure... just she didn't see it often. Generally spandex and a tank top in good weather, or waterproof sweats and a jacket otherwise.
Or those few grey sweaters and sweatpants fanatics out there.
Speaking of sweatpants... Good lord, Annie, don't you dare look down. At least try to be the good Christian daughter your parents hoped for.
"Let me know if I start going too fast, too. I don't run with other people so I don't know how to pace myself around someone else."
... Hopefully, that hadn't sounded snobby. She didn't want him thinking she was one of those runners.
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HE USED A WINKY FACE!?
What did that meeean?!
She immediately scrambled to get ready, even with it being a day away.
~~
Thursday morning arrived and she entered the park and spotted him, red tracksuit and all. "You're gonna get hot in that." He was already hot, but still!
She was in running shorts and a tank top, with an half-open zipper jacket over the top. Her gun was at her side nestled against her hip comfortably where she could reach it in a holster belly band. The bottom of the jacket concealed it enough that she didn't need to worry.
"Ready? I already did all my stretching before getting here." She didn't want another embarrassing ordeal of trying not to faint at him massaging her calf again. She adjusted the sweatband over her hairline and made sure her pony tail was tight.
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She projectile spit coffee across her table and the wall, and then choked for a while on it.
When his next text came through she had barely just recovered.
<haha Of course. I'm going jogging on Thursday if you want to come along.> She paused before sending it. To add in a winky face, or not? Ahhhhh! Why was this so hard!
She decided against it.
<Wanna meet at 6am in the park?>
Thursday was one full day away. She had a range slot booked for later that morning, too. At least it would give her a little bit of a buffer to work out her nerves so she didn't seem like a rambling idiot.
