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.
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Rebecca bowed her head. It did sting to get the cold shoulder from Queen Achlus when they had been so cordial and even friendly in her past visits, but Rebecca was piecing together that Atlantis had historic bad blood with her kind. Rebecca also knew she arrived with several friends and a spouse who might feel protective of her, so she was quick to set the example that she was not looking to object or make trouble. "Ah hae nae intentions of oversteppin' yer hospitality. Ah'm jist lookin' tae understand how tae stop this Cult an' keep mutants safe."
The Queen glanced at her between elegant smokey strides, the smallest crack of a smile breaking through her regal mask. "I'm glad some things don't change."
The collection of X-Men (and X-adjacent people) visiting the Royal Palace was certainly colorful. With two physical mutants in tow, this could have caused a scandal once upon a time. There were still guards who eyed the slime girl and griffon lad uncertainly, but the culture was changing. Guards with physical mutations made up a sizeable portion of the details they walked past.
Palace culture was not the only thing seemingly changing. The Queen noticed her cousin and the proximity she shared with the young man waggling his tail; she could recognize familiarity. "Your time abroad appears to have done you some good, cousin," she suggested warmly.
Forgetting herself and where she was, Praxi couldn't resist mumbling under her bubbles, "Yeah, she isn't totally insufferable anymore." On a delay, she recognized what she said and her figure diminished several inches.
The Queen's attendant pushed open a heavy double-door, leading the group into a massive library. The decor gleamed with gold accents and smooth marble surfaces, lit by glowing crystals and gems speckling the ceiling and walls. Tall shelves and displays encircled the room, holding collections of scrolls and thick tomes bound with interwoven scales. Rebecca estimated the texts housed in the rooms to number in the thousands, but it was evidently not where they were being taken.
The Queen gave the order for two guards to allow her and her guests passage down a spiraling stairwell. Rebecca was hesitant to ask where they were being taken, but Achlus recognized the question on the tip of her tongue. "The Grand Library holds the histories and studies of the last era of Atlantis. What you are looking for is far older."
Palace Guards flanking the group were given instruction to wait, with the exception of The Queen's personal attendant, a young woman olive skin and wavy violet hair, and her personal Queenguard, a well-built man with a cyclopean eye. The Queenguard grabbed a shining gem and used its light to lead them down into a darker section of the library built of older, weathered stone.
"If ye have older histories doon below, why nae brin' them intae yer main library?" The conditions of this lower chamber seemed ill-suited for a library. Even with the waterproof parchment of Atlantis, the damp, unkept space felt more like a dungeon.
The Queen took a step off the staircase onto the uneven stone floor, the click of her shoes lost in an inch of standing water. "For the same reason my people are warry of having a Mystic in our borders. What has remained in the Ancient Chamber has been off-limits to all but the most dedicated scholars. Not by decree; the Kingdom has just chosen to leave that era in the past."
Praxi didn't know anything about this supposed cultural taboo, but her time in Atlantis was spent as a street gorgon. "Which Era?"
Despite a commoner asking the question, The Queen spoke kindly. "Younger generations wouldn't even know now." That was the consequence of generational taboos. She stepped through a worn arch, entering a large chamber. Stone shelves, tables, and podiums stood in disrepair, most smashed completely. There were two mutants sitting around the least broken slab, examining metal plates and rods. The floor sank further in the chamber, filled with water and more rubble.
The only structure left intact, if not covered with algea and vines, was a large ring of unbroken stone burried into the back wall, filled with a smooth black stone that gleamed like obsidian. "These are the remains of an Era where Mystics and Mutants lived on Atlantis. Before their ancient cult attempted to destroy everything."
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Aoife's farewell to Sam was not as somber or sincere as the goodbye she gave her sister. Waving with the waggle of her fingers, she blew a kiss. "Come back soon! For our next date, mebbe jist ditch th' chaperone, Sammy."
Rebecca was frazzled leaving the holding cell, thoughts running through her head as her eyes faced forward, unfocused. She was only pulled back to reality when she realized Sam said something to her. "Huh? Oh." It was a good question. Her complicated thoughts and feelings toward Aoife were not getting simpler with each meeting. "Ah'm okay. Ah think she's jist gettin' bored an' banterin' gives her somethin' tae dae."
The trip did get in Rebecca's head, and she needed that clear if they were going to plan. Once they were safely out of restricted SUPER areas, she grabbed a notepad from her pocket. She had been practicing runes and was more or less confident in the Metation spell etched in neat penstrokes. She placed her hand over the spell, taking a deep breath to draw in mystical energy. A Calm Mind Charm. It wasn't the most impressive thing she had worked on, but between the Cult and parenthood, she was sure she would get plenty of mileage out of a charm that slowed her mind and heartrate down, allowing her to reclaim some lost focus.
There was something easier to process from this meeting, at least. "At least today was mair productive than most visits. Atlantis," she repeated. "We need tae gie tae th' island; maybe see if they hae some history or records that can point us tae what th' Welldrinkers might be planning next.
Rebecca was so used to analyzing and working on plans, she almost missed how quickly she forgot herself and made some big assumptions. "And by that, Ah mean your team should send a few people tae investigate on Atlantis. And, Ah guess, if ye'd want me along in case some of the information needs a magic touch..." It was Rebecca's decision to leave the X-Men, but that did not mean everyone on the team would have kept her if she asked. She never let things get to a vote before announcing her departure.
The Cult's plans were a problem Rebecca was invested in, but Atlantis was a land by and for mutants. If she was going to return to the island, it had to be as a guest, invited and chaperoned.
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Rebecca was not returning to the X-Men team, nor did she have plans to; the team was a beacon of mutant excellence and she did not want to muddle that message. She was not certain her spouse fully accepted that fact, but they were still respectful and supportive as always.
It was actually Rebecca who suggested a Danger Room date. Even if she was not going to be an X-Man, she was still a Mystic with a family of powered individuals, half of whom were mutants. Learning to use her magic in a dangerous situation meant she could protect herself and the people in her life, especially from Mystics in a dangerous cult. She was not going to become a secret vigilante—she was pretty sure, at least— but trouble was always going to find her, so why not be prepared?
Becca joined the room with a costume she modified from her last X-Uniform. She kept the bodysuit and skirt but replaced her half-cape with a hooded cloak, not long enough to trip over, but good enough to shroud herself. Knowing she couldn't push bullets with magnetism anymore, she did also add a piece of body armor protecting her chest. Tied together with her new sword and shield, freshly etched with runes, she was willing to throw herself back into the ring.
"Ah, feels good bein' back in th' Danger Room. Feels like old times." She stretched her arms, thinking back before her depowering. Her powers had gotten so strong, she was sidelined from the Danger Room and the Team while she worked on getting control over her new limits. Now she was dealing with the opposite, learning and improving powers new to her. "Got anythin' special whipped up for us, babe?"
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Aoife didn't like being called helpless. She felt helpless for most of her childhood, so a man gloating about her predicament rubbed her the wrong way, even if she deserved her current punishment.
Rebecca was torn, because she hated how her sister ended up embodying her Deceiver identity so well. She was indoctrinated by a cult, but she still lied and messed up Rebecca's life. Aoife made it hard to empathize with her.
But she did give them plenty of information to go off of, assuming she wasn't just talking out of her ass. She was, after all, The Deceiver.
"Ye hae a knack for assuming things are as simple as ye'd like tae think they are," Aoife mused, curious to see how his black-and-white worldview would handle what came next with the Welldrinkers' plans.
Rebecca looked at her sister, then back to Sam. He was right; there was nothing more they were going to get out of Aoife today. "Yeah, Ah think Ah'm read. Ah jist..." Rebecca moved as close to the cell as she was allowed without getting shot by SUPER Agents. "Ah hope ye realize Ah dinnae jist come here for information. Ye're my sister and Ah'm the one who is coming tae see ye. Nae the Fifth. Nae the First. Me."
Aoife said nothing, but she did avoid eye contact. Instead of answering, she finally just moved straight to, "Goodbye, Becca."
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Aoife was not a fan of being analyzed to her face, much less being underestimated. Giving Sam information was something she wanted to avoid, but she did want to shut him up. She would not address him, at the very least, wanting to be petty to the last. "Rebecca, given who ye decided tae marry, ye better know now: magic needs access tae the Mystic Plane. Where ye cannae access it, ye cannae use magic." She looked pointedly at Sam. "That's why Maya didnae get whammied, nae 'proximity.' This Mirrorspace of hers... it's nae the same as our plane, and Mystic Energy disnae reach here."
"Sae that's why ye've been behavin' in there?"
That question was worth a sharp laugh out of Aoife. "Ah cannae believe keepin' me in here was dumb luck."
Rebecca rolled her eyes. "And yet you're the ain captured, sis."
Given Rebecca's limited experience with the cult that took her powers, she never heard of a ranking system for the Supremes. How relevant was it? Maybe not at all, but any information was a start.
Questioned about her own spot, Aoife pressed her lips into a tight smile. "The Sixth. Of six," she admitted, convinced there was no harm in giving them a scrap like that. "The Deceiver."
"Appropriate," Rebecca muttered, still not over her sister's betrayal.
Aoife was visibly uneasy when Sam mentioned murders. She was glad he moved the topic back to the First. "The First knows our history. I dinnae know how lang he's been around, but he keeps the stories." Given the nature of his magic, she was sure The Unmaker was longer-lived than he looked, and he looked old as dirt as is. "Mystics used tae be more common when we still had an open gateway tae the Mystic Realm. And it was mutants who closed the gateway, sinking it intae the sea tae take away our gifts," she parroted bitterly, having heard the story many times under The First's care.
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Given everything she did, Aoife expected Sam to be the temperamental one in the discussion, but she was starting to get on her sister’s nerves. All the better. It made sense for the mutants to be angry with her, but it was almost offensive how Rebecca could be so ungrateful of the gift Aoife gave her.
Sam did still rub Aoife the wrong way with his flippant attitude. He didn’t know the history; mutants did not remember legacies and ancient grudges. His offer of a cell relocation did make her laugh. ”Dinnae insult my intellect, handsome. We both know Ah’m tay dangerous for a normal cell. Ah’ll be here til they find a way tae control my illusions, and that ain’t happening.”
Rebecca sighed. ”But there are still concessions we can make, Aoife. We need information; whether ye think ye’re in the right, some of us were nae on board with what were done tae us,” she reminded Aoife, clearly still hurt. ”And we’re seein’ violence on th’ rise; there’s been a messy serial killer runnin’ aroond. Ah hae tae believe ye’re nae okay with that.”
That last piece of news gave Aoife pause. ”He’s… Ah dinnae agree with what he’s daeing. Th’ blood; Ah’d never dae that,” she admitted weakly, struggling to come to terms with the things she chose to ignore to stay in the good graces of the First. ”But Ah cannae dae anythin’ about The Fifth. Ah’m jist focused on what we need tae dae.”
Becca noticed the morsel of information that the serial killer on the loose was, in fact, a Supreme, but she said nothing. She wanted Aoife giving her more details. ”Make more Mystics? Bit why? Is it worth lettin’ a lunatic run free? Why are ye jist lettin’ it happen?”
Aoife sat up, frowning. ”Cuz some Mystics think Mutants are gang tae keep us from doing what we need tae do. The First said that’s what happened ‘afore and it’ll happen again.” She looked down at her knees. ”Ah dinnae hate mutants. Nae personally,” she conceded. ”Bit The First saved me and gave me meanin’ as a Mystic. Ah had tae choose mah own side; jist like ye,” she added, looking at Sam. He was a mutant and would do what he had to do to protect mutants, even if it meant crossing lines. Aoife had her own lines to cross for the sake of her people.
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Despite the tension that came from Sam and Maya making choices Rebecca disagreed with, they were on the same side today. Rebecca had to remember that. She wanted to protect her sister in spite of the choices she made, but they also needed answers. The Cult had plans, and Aoife was privy to more than your bog-standard Mystic.
Rebecca was quiet, but Aoife was quick to groan at the mention of cold. ”Ice puns? Is that necessary? I’m already in prison.”
A SUPER agent brought two rolling chairs into the room, but Rebecca waved off the offer for herself. She wanted to keep on her toes for this conversation. They got settled in and Rebecca stayed quiet about Sam breaking out his flask. That was his business, especially after everything that happened.
Sam led the questioning. Aoife sighed, sitting herself on the ground, not facing them. ”Right tae th’ point. What fun is that?”
Rebecca scrunched her nose. ”This isnae about fun, Aoife. Your Cult is a real threat tae people Ah care about.”
”And that’s why Ah was tryin’ tae give yer family th’ gift, sis.” She leaned back until her back was on the ground and she could look up at Becca. ”Not my fault your daughter’s the only grateful one who understands.”
Rebecca’s cheeks and ears went red and her mouth opened, but she caught herself. ”Aoife, your group is recruitin’ and they’re rallyin’ up mutant panic. Why? Why nae just gather your power, open your wells, and leave us be?”
Aoife rolled her eyes. ”Why dae ye think so many people want tae learn magic? Mutants and Mystics have always been at odds, way before… well, it’s been a lang time.”
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Sam was... a lot of different things. Maybe that happened when you were an X-Man for as long as he was with a long, messy history beyond it. Becca met a younger version of Sam once with a chip on his shoulder and less baggage weighing him down. Part of her missed that young man, only because she thought he could have deserved a second chance at life without the trauma.
Sadly, that trauma was still firmly in place. Worse, Aoife pressed on that trauma like a boot on his neck. Sam's bad blood with Rebecca's sister was justified, but she still had to take it upon herself to keep either side of that conflict from inflicting new wounds. Physical or mental.
Becca held her tongue when Sam commented on her role in "delaying answers," according to him. "Yes, because you had her sae willing tae talk," she muttered under her breath. Being held off the grid unlawfully had a habit of making people less chatty.
Regardless of how she felt about the way Sam and Maya handled Aoife, what he said came from the right place. Aoife was a threat. So was the Cult. Becca only brought Sam to S.U.P.E.R. because she believed his goal was to get the information the team needed. She was chaperoning because emotions were tricky and she didn't need Sam arrested or Aoife impaled. "Then let's try tae get whatever ye need tae keep everyone safe. And only that."
Sabine beeped the pair into a sealed room with a large mirror in the center of it. The image only reflected back Becca and Sam as they approached, but there was something in the background of the reflection. She liked to keep to the corners of her mirror space because being stubborn was a McIntosh trait. Rebecca sighed, knocking lightly on the glass.
A near-identical sigh came from the mirror and a freckled ginger slipped into the frame. Aoife and Rebecca shared an undeniable resemblance, but she was not a reflection. Becca's sister was being held in the Mirrorverse under the effects of Maya's mutation; it was the only place they knew at the moment where Aoife's magic seemed to hold no sway over them. "Th' checkups hae tae be gettin' old, wee sister." The witch looked behind Rebecca and noticed who was accompanying her. "Oh goddess be, nevermind. Ye jist brought Handsome tae finish me aff," she corrected flatly.
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It had been an argument. A series of arguments. Mirror was not a fan and Sam was actively against the plan. Becca did not feel great about the threats she had to make to get her way, but if she learned anything, it was that no one was playing fair anymore.
Aoife was relocated from one of Sam's safe houses to SUPER's primary facility. She was still being held in mirror space under the watchful eye of SUPER Agents that Agent Sang claimed to trust. Becca was not a fan of trusting SUPER, but Sam was off-balance since his fight with her sister. Despite hating what Aoife did, Becca did not want to leave her unattended with an angry Sam who was smelling like whiskey again. The decision to work with SUPER, of course, did not help her reputation with anyone who might accuse her of turning her back on mutants now that she was not one.
Despite her apprehensions, Becca relented to Sam's demand request for a visit to Aoife's cell. He might have been angry, but even he would behave in the heart of the mutant-policing beast. Becca was making frequent visits to the cell, both to place wards and to monitor Aoife. Sometimes her sister would speak to her; some days, she gave her the cold shoulder. If anyone believed Becca was trying to make allies of the Cult, she was clearly doing a gods-awful job.
Becca had a badge hanging from the lanyard on her neck as Agent Sang led the way through a secured hallway. "You know the drill; no reaching into the cell, no casting spells that are not specifically that ward we approved. No. Ice." That last rule was new and very pointed. She accessed two different biometric scanners to unlock the door into the observation area of Aoife's cell. "Do not give me a reason to cause an incident none of us want to deal with right now."
It was clear what she meant; SUPER, X-Men, and even Cultless Mystics did not need the negative press of fighting with one another. Not right now. Becca straightened her belt, keeping a case flush against her leg. She had glyphs securely in the box, all approved by SUPER security. "Oy. Before we go in there, are ye sure ye want tae dae this, Sam?" She pressed her lips, not excited to officiate a shouting match with Sam and her sister. "She might nae say anything. Ah cannae promise she's keen on cooperating. There might be no closure in this," she warned him.
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Rebecca understood the likely possibility that her sister was beyond saving. Sometimes that was just how life worked. Indoctrination ran deep and for some people, that was just who they became forever. All that was true and she understood it; but some people could be saved with the right support and deconstruction.
That usually did not start with an arrow, so Rebecca would be starting the process with a handicap.
"Little victories," she sighed. Not that she really believed Maya would ever touch a gun, let alone use Rebecca's on anyone. "This still disnae feel real sometimes. Life was so quiet. By our standards, Ah guess." There was no real normal for mutants, but they found something close.
Except she was not a mutant now. "And now mah new normal means rituals and runes. And a Cult tae break." And a generation of Mystics to free from that Cult's grasp.
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Becca was looking forward to returning to the same page as her partner. Things were weird when they were working to opposite ends. As upset as Maya made Becca with the news of her sister's captivity, ultimately the Scot could see things from Maya's perspective. That was important, because she knew Maya well enough to believe she would not act on malicious intent without a good reason.
If they could communicate their way to the end of this, they would work themselves through anything.
Though Maya was not making it easy. Her initial admission made Becca tense up, which Maya would feel sitting so close to her. Becca pursed her lips, letting Maya continue so she could give some context. Becca let the admission linger for a few seconds before flatly replying, "Ye really buried the lead tonight, ye know that?" With a sigh, she tried her best once more to put herself in Maya's shoes. "Aoife's dangerous. Ah get why ye had tae take extra measures in the moment. Ye have that bow for a reason. Unless ye're planning on tellin' me ye took mah handgun," she joked. Then she thought better of it given the track record of their conversation. "Ye didnae, right? Ah'd assume nae, but ye're full of surprises tonight."
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Life with Maya was so stable for so long, it was inevitable they would run into struggles eventually. Even if they were not X-Men, no one had a life without trials. At a time like that, it was important to have faith in the person you committed to, though good times and bad. Becca was not happy with all the decisions Maya made handling Aoife, and they had to find common ground, but Rebecca remembered that Maya had never failed her as a partner. They were and always would be a team.
And right now, Becca's teammate needed her as a shoulder to cry on. Maya had done it for her so many times before; this was the least she could offer. Rubbing Maya's back, Becca let Maya cry out all the emotions she had buried for too long until she was finally ready to talk.
"If you're apologizing for cryin, then dorn't. Ah'm always here for ye when ye need tae let yourself be vulnerable." It did not happen often for the brave heroine, but it could happen in the safe space of their relationship. "If you're apologizin' for throwin' Aoife intae an abyss off the grid, then that's progress." She knew Maya was not going to forgive Aoife and wanted her captured, but Becca hoped she shed some light on how far Maya went.
Becca sighed, because fighting with Maya was draining. "We made it far before dealin' with our first big fight as a couple, dorn't ye think?"
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Being with a hero was a challenge. Becca understood that because she was a hero, and she knew herself to be a challenge. When you built yourself around being the one people could depend on, who keeps everyone safe and who will always make the selfless decision for others, it gets hard to take care of yourself. It was why Becca believed her and Maya worked; they could remind each other that it was okay to care about yourself. To not be invulnerable. To break down.
Maya had gone through so much, and she did not have the luxury of an international soul-searching mission. Maya gave Becca that opportunity, and now it was Becca's chance to be the partner Maya needed.
Maya wrapped her arms around Becca, and Becca embraced her wife as she finally broke into tears. Becca rubbed Maya's back and kissed the top of her head. She said nothing; she just let Maya let out all the anxieties and frustrations and fears she was holding so close to her chest for too long. Tensions were high and this problem was not resolved, but they were back together. For now, that was a comfort greater than any of her protection spells.
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There were so many things Rebecca loved about Maya. She could list for days the wonderful pieces that made up the person she decided to marry. But if one rose to the top as her favorite thing about Maya, it was her honesty. Maya was worried, but as she opened up, she let Rebecca peer into what she was dealing with. And that helped.
Maya did not deny what Rebecca accused her of. It was clear on her face; she recognized she was toeing the dangerous line walked by her own oppressors. The desperation born from fear to blur the lines of right and wrong. The difference between Maya and the anti-mutant bigotry of the past lied in where their fear arose. Maya did not hate or fear Mystics; Becca knew her lover did not have a bigoted bone in her body.
This fear was personal. It was fear for her family. It was even fear for herself. Maya was so good at being selfless, Rebecca did not consider how Maya could fear for herself. Rebecca lost her mutation and she was learning to accept that, but Maya was still a mutant. She had always been proud to be a mutant and it was a core part of her identity. Hell, being a mutant was the whole reason Maya and Gawain both existed as equal parts of who Mirror was. Knowing she could suddenly lose her powers, half of her identity, and a big part of who she saw herself as... well, that was something Rebecca would do almost anything to protect.
Antlers melted away as Rebecca spent less time in physical contact with Iris and thus her time transformed was brief. Tearing a sheet from her notepad, Rebecca closed the distance between her and Maya. "Ah know. We need tae be careful. Ah dinnae want-- nae, Ah worn't let something like what happened come again for our family. Ah'm still scared, too. But dorn't let fear make us cruel, Maya." Rebecca tried to wrap an arm around Maya's waist, hoping she was still allowed this intimacy. "Ah know th' spouse Ah fell for can dae that."
In her free hand, Rebecca held up her glyph card and watched it disolve into shimmering green bubbles that floated into the space and popped. It was a small protection; a ward against ill omens. They had amassed a lot of negative energy, and Rebecca wanted to work to fix that, not make things worse. "Coz Ah'm still here tae protect ye. Tae hae your back. Nothing will change that, Maya."
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Rebecca scrunched her nose at the downplaying of her relationship with Aoife. She knew a lot of what happened was built on lies, and that did hurt. But she was not willing to pretend it meant nothing to her. "We were catchin' up for months. An' Ah know she had... ulterior motives. Ah gie she's done awful things to me. To Kalos." That hurt her more than what she endured. Kalos did not trust many people, and she hated that Aoife getting close to her led to a willingness to cast aside her mutation.
"But just coz we dinnae hae th' process for how tae handle Mystics yet disnae mean we just dae what we please. 'We cannae gie her prisoner's rights cuz she might whammy people.' Dae ye realize you're literally using an anti-mutant talking point, Maya?" So much of the injustice toward mutants stemmed from the fear-mongering that they were too dangerous to treat humanely.
Rolling her neck, Rebecca tried to release some stress she was building up. Not all of that was physical; she was high on mana and emotions. "One second." Taking a breath, she moved to her suitcase and grabbed a notepad. She had gotten into the habit of drawing glyphs when she felt overcharged; her magic needed somewhere to go, and with enough protection glyphs, she could eventually turn her emotional stress into wards for the Mansion.
Keeping her eyes on her notepad as she carefully traced her lines, leaving a faint shimmer in the ink trails, she could let herself think of the problem at hand. "Ah'm nae sayin' we just trot her up to SUPER's door. We can talk tae Haven; last Ah heard, they might have some leads on trustworthy folk in SUPER. And maybe ye can work with them to figure out the right way to hold Mystics."
Rebecca looked up from her notepad to meet Maya's eyes. "Nae all Mystics are gonna be standin' with the Cult and some are gonna need tae be rehabilitated from indoctrination." She needed to use that word, because Maya needed to remember that her sister was not born evil; she was taught evil. "Ah'm nae lettin' mah partner start th' practice of treatin' mah people like a problem."
Knowing Maya was going to hate that, Rebecca knew she had to press on it anyway. "Mutants will always be mah people, but like it or nae, now sae are Mystics."
