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.
New job, 80 hours a week. You all knew this. Now, I'm moving to Seattle because I was offered a position there to do what I do now in Minnesota. I'll be there 6 months to a year before I either go home or, should I want it, travel to Hawaii and stay there for another year or so.
Needless to say, I have no life at the moment, and have to step down. Not a surprise for most of you, but I wanted to post here to make it known.
So I know this is my, what? Millionth time posting here? Sad new is that my new job demands much of my time. I work 80 hour weeks and while I get hella cash, I'm often too burned out to do anything other than grab a beer and go watch my roomie play SFxT. My brain refuses to work, and I doubt I'll be getting much out other than the threads I have with Syn. *huggles her*
When I get days off (because I don't have any at the moment, till I train in someone) I'll try and post more. but for now, I cannot.
“Slept fine, love.” Rhythm stuttered a bit as she watched Syn bite into that strawberry. She knew walking into this...relationship, she supposed, that Syn was seductive in just about everything she did. The woman oozed sex, after all, but eating food? She wondered, briefly, what Syn looked like eating a hamburger. “And troof beh told, ah dun think ya had ta try all dat hard ta take mah heart. Ah'm tinkin' it was yers from de beginin'.”
The next statement made Rhy swoon a bit, but on the inside. Syn knew, or at least Rhythm guessed Syn knew, that Rhy was madly in love with her. But still, a bit of her old habits kicked in when dealing with high class women such as Syn and opted to smile big instead of showing just how much Syn's comment meant to her. Rhy was a snuggler, after all, and would have loved nothing more than to lay all day with her belle and see where the day took them. Lazing about with Syn was just so...appealing. Rhythm had never really felt like that with many other people.
“Whatcha got in mind, belle?” Rhythm tilted her head and gazed at her (unfortunately) fully clothed girlfriend. “'Cause snugglin' with ya all day makes da butterflies in mah stomach all a'flutter. Especially when we dun got much separatin' us...if ya catch mah meanin'.”
But then again, she wasn't used to waking up next to people she actually wanted to wake up next to. To top it off, the gorgeous woman that Rhythm had woken up to had breakfast, and it was a vision so heavenly she actually wondered if she hadn't died and gone to heaven. It was only a shame that Syn wasn't naked, otherwise Rhythm knew she'd probably get a bloody nose right then and there on principal alone. Still, she grinned and sat up, unashamed of her own nakedness as she darted forward with a quick kiss to Syn's cheek, not wanting to subject the woman with her morning breath.
“Mornin' love,” Rhy stated before she dug in to her food. She rolled her eyes to the back of her head, savoring it. She knew she'd probably ask for more as she knew her own appetite, but for now this was wonderful. That didn't stop her from sneakily stabbing her fork onto one of the huge strawberries Syn had on her own plate. “Yer an angel fer bringin' food ta me. Quickest way ta mah heart, if'n I do say so myself...that is if'n you didn't already steal it.” She winked and nommed the strawberry. “What say we...spend tha day in bed, hm? Or do ya have otha plans fer us?”
Yo. Still here, just muse-less and lacking motivation to write. I'll attempt to post when things kick in gear for me, but after making a few life-altering choices I'm afraid I'm gonna be all cranky for a bit. So don't mind me, I'm still around.
The concern was sweet, but Rhythm didn't really know how to respond to that. The girl was young, yeah, but she certainly wasn't stupid. The redhead could plainly see the wood sticking out from Rhythm's side, and since generally that was a bad place for pieces of wood to be...well, she obviously wasn't okay. But the stronger part of Rhythm could only continue to give the small girl a reassuring smile, followed by a small pat on the head. She didn't respond because she didn't like the idea of lying to the girl. While her previous answer to if the girl had been the one to cause all this was an honest 'I don't know', this question was something she simply avoided by trying to appear as comforting and charming as possible.
There were multiple phones in the DMV, and Rhythm searched until she could find one that hadn't been broken in The Sundering that had happened earlier. She eventually did, and dialed up Syn's number, cursing as it went straight to voicemail. Great. The one time she was actually calling her with a need for something and not just to hear her voice and it was turned off. Or...something. She would have rather called Syn and had her take care of the whatever procedure it was that made Sanctuary go wheels down and send out the rescue, but talking directly to them would have to do. And quick, because the sirens in the distance didn't bode well for them.
“Names Rhythm...” The thief spoke as soon as someone answered the phone. “Incident at da DMV. Kinda injured here, have a lil girl. Mutant, ah tink. She beh needin' protection. An' beh quick...unwanted guests beh arrivin' soon...whatcha mean ya need mah ID numbah? I dun know dat shit, go get Syn!! She's mah girlfriend ya twit!!”
Rhythm left the phone off the hook as she waddled back to the redhead and once again laid a hand on top of her head. “We gotta move, Firecracka,” she said, smiling at the little girl. “Think ya can help Rhythm along? Gotta get ta a place where da Sanctuary can pick us up an' da cops can't.”
>>[/b] "Well, Ah'd be rude nae tae indulge that sweet-tooth of yours, dornt ye think, sweetheart?"[/i][/color]
Rhythm smirked at the question. The girl was trying, and Rhy appreciated it. She like the ones that played along, it made the playing more fun. If you were constantly on the attack, you could only hope you didn't run out of lines and material before the end game...which in Rhy's case was usually a fat check and a devoted woman who would do anything for simply 'five more minutes'. The ones that 'fought back', as it were, were the ones that made everything much more interesting. More difficult, but more interesting nonetheless.
Rebecca dismissed the waiter that came back like a pro, and Rhythm pondered if she was learning from Rhy or she was simply going with the flow and tapping into an inner snob. Either way, it made Rhy chuckle and the waiter to fluster off again. Some people mistaked Rhythm for being a 'man-hater', but the truth was she simple felt little to no pity for the opposite sex when a women appeared to be more dominate or had a personality they didn't know how to handle. It made her seem cruel, but that wasn't the case; Rhythm simply didn't care.
>>[/b] "Sae, are you twenty-one?"[/i][/color]
The thief shook her head in amazement before she wiggled her toes again. She leaned forward, giving only the smallest of nods. So, the redhead was underage. Rhythm preferred older women (which is why she liked her 'job' so much), but younger ones had more...spunk. More...flexibility. She felt slightly guilty thinking that, what with Syn being only two years older than her, but the thought was there anyways. Her mind then drew comparisons between Syn and Rebecca, and the guilt deepened. Of course she didn't show any of this and instead reached across the table again to clasp the other woman's hand.
“Ah do believe ya tink ah would condone underage drinkin', Firefly.” Rhythm tsk-ed, slowly shaking her head. “Ah mean...if'n ya wake up tomorrow handcuffed ta tha bed and din remember me...ah'd consider tha' a personal insult, ya? So how's 'bout ah be drinkin' de wine...and you do yer best ta try an' take advantage of meh while drunk. Deal?”
She was scared. Shaking like a leaf and Rhythm couldn't blame her. It hit her hard, really, right in the heart. To wake up amidst chaos, to not know what was going on. Rhythm felt her resolve strengthen, her eyes, though gentle, grew determined. She didn't want to assume anything about this girl or her situation but...but it felt too much like her own. Her question made it more apparent that some form of memory loss was there and that...that made Rhythm's heart feel like it was in a vice. She barely blinked back the tears that were forming at her own memories of this very situation. The most she could do, however, was be there for this girl and hope to whatever cosmic being was out there that she wasn't too late to help this girl in some way.
“Ah dun know, ta be honest.” Rhythm answered, curling her bigger, calloused hand over the girl's smaller, softer one. “But it dun matter, Firecracka, cause even if ya did, ya dun gotta no mo. Rhy's here ta help ya, dig? She'll protect ya. So relax, yeah? I'll take ya home.”
Was she just talking out of her ass? Honestly, the thief didn't know. And while she didn't exactly run, she knew that all she had to do was get to a phone of some sort and the cavalry would arrive in minutes. She just hoped that she could stay off the radar of the police and other such nosy people until she could fulfill her promise to this girl, and make sure she was safe and protected.
Rhythm continued to let the smaller girl fumble through her words and only showed her amusement with a crooked grin. While this had merely started off as a bit of practice and manipulation, it had quickly turned into something quite...fun. The girl was unbelievably cute and her mannerisms were adorable. The sexy accent added to the package, and the red hair made the thief feel slightly nostalgic for her own natural color, which was no long gone thanks to the cosmetic changed that Echo had used. The mention of a 'library' made Rhy's grin turn a tad bigger, but she was feeling merciful at the moment and decided to let it slip by. Besides, it wasn't like she couldn't bring it up later at a more inappropriate interval. Like, perhaps, the next time the ogling waiter showed up.
>>[/b] "An' what woulds you like, darling?"[/i]
The brunette could only blink, a look of surprise showing up on her face for a fraction of a second before she neutralized it. This one was a quick learner, if not someone who wanted to try and keep up anyways. Still, Rhythm knew she was leagues ahead of her, though that didn't stop her from giving her a Citizen Kane-style clap inside of her mind before she gently pushed her probing foot forward, the appendage now resting on the redhead's chair and much too close to outright turning this into something awkward for comfort. But Rhy didn't move and instead wiggled her toes, liking how they felt rubbing on the other woman's milky thighs.
“Steak, please. Medium rare.” Rhythm drawled in a strong tone, not even bothering to look in his direction as she almost dismissively handed him the menu. Her eyes were locked onto Rebecca the whole time, her smile predatory. “Dun beh skimpin' on da potatoes neitha, boy. Plenty o' vegetables on da side.”
Sometimes you had to add a little bass in your voice to make sure the underlings paid attention to you. It was something she was taught, and something she often used to her advantage. Rhythm knew she could have an intimidating presence, and her whiskey-on-the-rocks voice often captured ears without her meaning to. But it certainly left an impression, and the waiter actually bowed a bit before walking off to put in their orders.
“Well...dat's what ah beh wantin' fer dinnah.” Rhythm tilted her head slightly, eyes dipping to the redhead's neck and cleavage. “Dessert...well. Ah guess we'll be seein' where da night be takin' us, no?”
Rhythm had hardly ever slept so good. And if she did, it wasn't ever with someone in the same bed.
But Syn lay mostly on top of her, her head just below Rhythm's chin. Their legs were tangled up in a comfortable mess, and the covers were soft and airy. Syn's bed seemed to know exactly how Rhythm liked to lay and contorted to please her, and while Rhythm questioned how the bed could know all of this, she didn't really wanna question the situation at all. Syn was warm for a skinny girl, and Rhythm soaked it all, her arms around the smaller woman to hold her tight.
She didn't fall asleep right away, no. She had to get used to the fact that Syn had convinced her to sleep naked with her. It was Rhythm's natural state anyways, but when she shared another's bed, whoever she happened to be sleeping with usually preferred clothes. Syn seemed to almost scoff at the idea, the roll of her eyes letting Rhythm know exactly how she felt about that idea. Then Rhythm had to get used to just how content she was, and just how surreal the situation seemed. A bar fight, a kiss with a girl she'd just met, and then a concussion. All of that had led to a shower and naked cuddling with the woman who'd dominated her thoughts ever since Rhy'd laid eyes on her.
Funny how life worked. She should get concussions more often.
“Play, hm?” Rhythm smiled fully, showing a row of impressively white teeth. “Kinda makes me wondah how someone like my lil Firefly actually plays. Rough, maybeh, ah can see dat in ya. And...a risktaka, perhaps? Ah betcha like ta play where da chance of ya getting' caught is...Mmmm...” Rhythm purred out, closing her eyes as if she were imagining the scene right there, her foot now daring to slide up Rebecca's dress and to a pale, toned thigh. “And as fer a double date, ah'm sure we could. Though ah do love how ya think ah have multiple girlfriends, love. Makes meh feel wanted with a side of slutty.”
Rhythm laughed, feeling a little giddy. She wasn't at all offended by Rebecca's comment. In fact, she loved it. It wasn't that she felt 'tied down' to Syn at all, or anything involving 'typing up' in the first place. Ever since her 'makeover; in New Orleans, the thief had liked feeling...sexy. Looked at, perhaps envied. Ever since Syn and herself had started dating, Rhythm had felt as if other people looked at her less. And while such a thing wouldn't have normally bothered her, her profession didn't really allow for such a thing to happen. But Rebecca's reactions and words made her feel slightly better.
“Ah actually do have a girlfriend ya know.” Rhythm found herself saying. Protocol dictated that you always present yourself as someone who's available and willing, but even as she leaned back and slung an arm over the back of her chair to present more of her...assets, Rhythm wasn't too concerned about it at the moment. This was just a random meeting, after all, and not with a client. Nothing about this particular meeting would have lasting repercussions. “But, dat be neitha here nor dere. Why not order our food, ya? Ah'm starvin', and as slim as ya be ah'm pretteh sure ya be hungry as well. Yer stomach, she tells me dis.”
Though she didn't know why. In fact, her own situation was coming back to her at a snail's pace. It was different from how it happened in the movies, she knew that much, where after you wake up and the hero is all badly hurt and the scene on how it all happened came back in a rush. Nope, Rhythm couldn't remember a damn thing. Instead, Rhy could only pick herself up from what she assumed was once a wooden bench and winced terribly at the large splinter of wood that had penetrated her side.
“Great...”
It wasn't too long ago that a small stint at a bar with Kitra had led to some minor head injuries. Now she was stabbed with wood and probably a few broken bones. Among a plethora of other cuts and bruises and holy frak did she just want a month, a single, solitary month where she didn't have to spend an extended period of time in bed, resting up after being injured!! The moan that escaped a split lip was painful, and every breath she took was like being stabbed over and over again with a dull knife. Even so, Rhythm sat up (almost passing out in the process) and took a look around her.
It was like a bomb had gone off.
Though, really, if terrorist had to choose a site to bomb Rhythm had no idea why they'd chose the DMV. From what she'd read and experienced at the dreaded place, there were plenty of people that would be willing to do that right here in the States alone. Another wince appeared on Rhythm's normally jovial face as she head slight cracking and felt the grind of bone to bone, but that didn't stop her from turning her head as she spied a sight that truly baffled her.
A lone girl, kneeling on the ground, crying. The area immediately around her was oddly clean, though beyond maybe a foot everything was ash and devastation. Chaos. Burnt cars and mangled light posts and such. Real post-apocalyptic feel to the place. And while her normal thought process would have been 'Get home to Syn, get healed, get laid', her only thought was that somehow, in some way, this little girl was the cause of whatever the frak just happened that Rhy needed to help her.
Using what she would later describe to Syn as 'Herculean strength', Rhythm pushed herself to a knee then then stood, gritting her teeth as the world seemed to sway. She only took a single moment to vomit, ignoring the fact that most of it looked like blood, before she stumbled over to the small redhead. Rhy knew in the back of her mind that she probably looked like a zombie right now, what with a chunk of wood poking form her side and the blood she knew she had splattered on her clothes, but that didn't stop her from putting on the most charming smile she could, as well as using the gentlest voice she could muster.
“Hey dere Firecracka...” Rhythm keeled with much effort, holding out a hand. “Ya look scared. How's about Rhythm takes ya ta a place where ya dun hafta be scared, huh? Ah stay dere at times with mah girlfriend, Syn. Ah'm sure she'll help us both, savvy? Take Rhythm's hand, an' les go 'fore people show up and we has ourselves a...misunderstandin', dig?”
Taking a shower together wouldn't be so bad. And it wasn't. Syn was a lot more...gentle then Rhy would have thought someone named 'Syn' would be. The time there, for Rhythm, was spent exploring and cataloging just how well she could manipulate the various squeaks and moans out of Syn, and then finding out which ones were her favorite. Granted she was pretty sure Syn was doing the same thing, and that didn't bother Rhythm as much as it would have had it been some random floozy.
And now she was on the counter and naked except some panties and a bra, while Syn looked at her head. The shorter woman was taking her time, but Rhythm was pretty sure that was because Syn was almost face to face to her, her head tilted upwards as she carefully ran her fingers through Rhy's hair, checking to see if it was healed up okay. For her part, Rhythm's long legs found themselves wrapped around Syn, her hands running up and down the gothic girl's sides in a sensual manner.
And truth be told, Rhythm was...comfortable. The bathroom was large, to be sure, but it was still slightly steamy and the warmth was just right. The thief found herself leaning forward a bit, her nose touching Syn's before she shook her head slightly from side to side in a classic Eskimo kiss.
“Mind?” Rhythm blinked slowly a few times before barely restraining the laughter that bubbled on her lips. “Oh darlin', ah'm pretteh sure he woulda...if'n he knew.” The thief offered a small shrug. “Guess dat's half da thrill, yeah? The sneakin' an' such? But I dun suppose a girly like ya would know o' such tings, hm?”
She looked uncomfortable, and Rhythm giggled inwardly at it. She certainly was cute, and there was something about her that made the thief want to snatch her up and cuddle her. But then again, the actual need to pick up this delightful little morsel wasn't really there. She had a Syn waiting at home, after all, and her only reason to be here was to get a free meal, right? Rhythm inwardly nodded, her desire for a good steak overriding her common sense at the moment. It usually didn't, but she was hungry dammit!!
“Datin' a married woman is no differen' than datin' anybody else, ta be honest.” Rhythm began, the heels she had on slipping off as a leg snaked out, Rhythm's toe touching the redhead's ankle and slowly moving upwards. “Olda women...dey're fun, savvy? More...sensual. More privy and...flexible when it comes to dere...sensibilities.” She, of course, had stockings on and was pretty sure the feel of her foot slowly moving up the other woman's leg was bound to being more of a blush to her face. Rhythm leaned forward, her elbows resting on the table as her foot reached Rebecca's knee.
“Ah dun suppose my darlin' lil Firefly could spring for mah meal, could she?” Rhythm purred sweetly, resting her chin on laced fingers. “Ah'm sure ah could...pay ya back. Somehow.”
'Snow?! I'm reading massive spikes in your adrenal levels...and, like, everything else. What the crap's goin' on?!'
The voice brought a swimming sensation to fill her vision, and it seemed as if everything suddenly stopped before moving in slow motion, then sped up to normal speed. Rhythm found herself on the street, her eyes blinking rapidly as she took in the scene of mass chaos before her. People were fighting, looting, screaming and crying. And while the jokes she found on the internet usually involved such things when it came to the DMV, she just figured that most of it was just people exaggerating they're terrible experience in the dreaded building. Now...Rhythm wondered how true most of it was.
'Snow!! Your earpiece!! Touch it, it'll help--'
Everything went black for Rhythm and she clutched her head as searing pain shot through it. Swallowing hard, the thief closed her eyes and sunk to the ground to her knees, wondering just what in the bloody frack was going on to induce such pain, not to mention why. Was it just another random attack from a mutant looking to get famous? The brunette opened her eyes, the scene still the same but this time Melony was there, her shrill laughter filling Rhythm's ears.
“Oh, it still doesn't take much does it?” The blonde licked her lips sensually. “To...get you on your knees?”
“BITCH!!”
The suddenly blast of music in her ear made Rhythm stop for only a moment before she shot forward. Her strength augmented by the power of the music that seemed to burn in her veins, Rhythm didn't aim for Melony. Something told her that doing that would be bad, though she didn't know what. But Melony's personality was something she knew, and any sort of intimidation usually sent her backpedaling so she could hide behind someone that could protect her.
Instead, Rhythm's foot slammed into the car door, her foot just barely missing Melony stomach. The door indented in and the car pushed back a bit before stopping suddenly. Rhythm frowned, her face contorted into a snarl as she balled her fists and took a step forward towards Melony.
“Whatcha be doin' here, Melony?” Rhythm asked, voice dangerously low. “Me an' you...we ain't got no bidness no mo. Ya lookin' ta get busted up some mo den? Cause ah got plenty o' bad feelins left fer ya, savvy? So start talkin', an' make it good.”
Rhythm stood straight up at her considerable five foot eleven and cracked her knuckles, head tilted sideways as she stared down at Melony, who seemed much...shorter than she remembered. And wasn't she blond...not a redhead?
