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.
Although a tad peeved that she’d slept so long, Neena had to admit that twelve hours of uninterrupted sleep did wonders in restoring mind and body. Dinner had drawn near by the time she finally made her way back toward the Office. She was decently dressed this time in her ‘mission outfit’. It consisted of a black, kevlar-lined, fitted bodysuit with numerous pockets, both obvious and hidden, a thin black utility belt around her waist, a pair of extra thin black gloves, boots that resembled soft-soled ballet slippers, and a special pair of sunglasses with a black matte finish on the outer lenses.
Her fellow teacher had complied, and covered the doorway with black plastic bags and taped it closed. She carefully peeled away the covering and slipped in, replacing the tape as much as possible, then paused just inside. Slowly she scanned the room, first from her position and then by moving about, committing every single detail to memory.
With that finished, she pulled a small, tictac-type container from her belt, as well as a small metal wand. She popped the top with one hand, and shook some of the fine looking powder onto the metal. Holding the wand over the desk, she began tapping with her fingers, depositing the dark powder over the various materials. She continued the shake-tap-deposit maneuver on the rest of the desk, then moved on. She switched back and forth between several colors of magnetic powder in the process, until any surfaces that might have been touched during the fight the night before were lightly dusted, including their intruder’s discarded cloak.
Replacing the tools, she moved carefully to the center of the room. She blinked, and like a camera shutter opening, one of her least used sights activated. The room lit up in a myriad of colored fingerprints as she access the ultraviolet spectrum, allowing her to see a fourth dimension of color. Again she scanned the room slowly, memorizing it. Then she moved in closer careful not to touch or move anything. With one eye she began taking mental photographs of the individual fingerprints, while she used the other to match them up with the ones she already had stored. She could have done so from where she was, simply by also activating telescoping vision as well. But because ultraviolet light could be as damaging to her eyes as direct sunlight, she opted for single focus. It made the process tedious and time-consuming, but ultimately spared her sensitive orbs.
Finally she straightened and stretched, until she felt a satisfying pop! in her lower back. A huge yawn over took her lungs, then left in a deep whoosh! One thing left to do. Once more she methodically went over the room, looking for anything immediately unusual or outstanding. She’d be more detailed later, when she began cleaning and reorganizing. Right now she simply wanted anything glaringly out of place, pun intended.
Satisfied with her information horde, she slipped back outside, and replaced the covering. At last, she headed for the War Room.
To Neena's ears, the sound accompanying doorway's fixation pulled up a mental picture, of a child pulling on a lollipop out of their mouth and sucking as hard as possible to get that last bit of sweetness.
" Voila!"
She activated her xray vision to see the doorway in action. The already odd way of seeing things was rendered that much odder, as it allowed her to see both the room beyond the Library door and the metal-encased room on the other side of the world.
"Talk about seeing double," she remarked.
"It should indeed help. Ready to eat?"
" Most definitely! Anything besides the hearty foods of the Colony. Gimme some grease!"[/i][/color]
Neena snorted. "That stuff kills cattle and horses, ya know?" She turned and headed for the front doors. Then tossed over her shoulder, "How does hamburgers and onion rings sound to you boys?"
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An hour and a half later, Neena offered a plate of beef patties to Peter for a fourth time.
"Up for testing if Doc Garrett's skills are enough to keep you from having a belly-ache tonight?" she teased.
She glanced in Garrett's direction, once more trying not to listen in on his phone call, and once more, not totally succeeding.[/i]
" Impressive. Amazing to see the good use of what would seem like an otherwise chaotic mutation."
"Chaotic?" Neena blinked and tilted her head, addressing his remark in the literal sense. "Hmm. I suppose numerous clones could become confusing after a while. Though personally, I think a bit of randomness makes life much more interesting. What do you think?" she asked as she pushed the Library doors open.
They entered on the ground floor of the two-story archives. The school had a good-sized accumulation of media, from books and magazines to video and computer collections. A reading area, which couches and easy chairs, sat under the shelter of the second-story balcony. Semi-circular staircases led upstairs, where study tables punctuated the bookshelves at regular intervals. A small group of five students occupied the range of computers against one wall, intent on their computer class.
"Computer basics." That briefest of explanations was delivered with an obvious hint of distaste. Neena still considered those lifeless boxes a bane of existence, despite their necessity in modern society.
"It's not as extensive as the Public Library, obviously. But it serves our purposes well enough."
"I understand.... would you mind if I tried some things on my own? Maybe not now... but I don't always need adult supervision to utilize the Danger Room, do I?"
"No, you're okay on your own. The room is open to anyone over sixteen." she replied. "I'll show you how to work the controls, though its fairly easy."
Neena smiled at Ghost. "After all, if they trust me in hereon my own, , you ought to be great solo. Just be careful. Avoid the danger levels higher than five. Those tend to cause pain."
"Our own clothes would be a lot nicer. Are you finished already? Can I see, sweetie?"
"It's beautiful Alice. I'm going to hang it where everyone can see it. What do you say we head back to our room, put on our jams, pop some popcorn and watch Sleeping Beauty?"
Neena stayed where she was, simply listening to the family talk, and glad to hear it be happy talk.
"Thanks doc." She could hear the relief in Tarin's voice, as clearly as if she would have once seen it. "You can join our movie club tonight if you want. Then we're going to talk about Neena's idea. I think we're way past due."
"Past due for what?!"
"Way past due for popcorn and movies."
She chuckled. "Have fun, kiddo," she winked at Alice.
She followed them out into the waiting room, then sat in her original chair again, leaning her head back and closing her eyes for a few minutes. When their footsteps had faded out of earshot, while the Doc's had not moved, she spoke up.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"C'mon, Doc. Whatever you want to say, bottom-line it. You know it won't surprise me."
She could practically hear the man's eyes rolling around in his head.
"Alice has an xgene."
Neena blinked and lifted her head. "Active?"
"Not yet. And there's no way to tell when or if it will ever be."
"Does Lee know?"
"I haven't told her yet. Or Tarin. I'm debating whether I should or not."
Neena snorted. "My vote? Don't. Lee will never let the poor kid out of her sight. She'll be thirty before they let her date." She sighed, and stood up. "I feel so sorry for the first date that little girl ever brings home...."
"Hmm." He paused, then glanced at her. "Aren't you due for a tetanus shot?"
Turning in the healer's direction, she smiled, and perfectly avoided answering the question. "Thanks Doc. You're a wonder sometimes. See ya later!"
"Indeed," was the resigned snip as she walked away.
" Well, that's all very reassuring. I hope I am not out of line, but you have beautiful eyes, Neena. "
"Thank you," she replied with genuine appreciation. Usually her eyes unnerved people, but he didn't seem uneased at all. He was quite charming, in fact.
"How much is tuition here? Does it pay for the year or can you pay ahead of time? Sometimes I am out of the country for long periods and it makes for less financial scrabbling to have things done ahead of time."
"Both options are available, Mr. Hornbuckle. As for numbers, let's see...." She walked over and reached over to flip through the top of the papers in his folder. "Here we go," she announced, pulling out the appropriate form. She pointed out the applicaple cost and fees. "And, of course, if need be, we can discuss working out other solutions, if these don't work."
"Anyway, shall we continue?"
She nodded, and motioned out toward the hallway again. "Sure. The classes are this way. All of the classrooms are on the ground floor. As I mentioned, we cover both the basics and a few extras."
She paused beside a room with an open door. Inside, a group of twelve students, ranged from ten to fifteen, were bent over various tasks; some writing, some reading, some working with maps. At first it appeared that you were seeing double, or quadruple. In actuality they were peeking in on a language class, with a teacher whose mutation suited the subject perfectly; he was both multilingual, and able to multiply himself. Each copy spoke a different language, and worked with a different set of students. The current group consisted of French, Italian, Japanese and American Sign Language. All four versions of the Indian-descended teacher waved at the observing pair, before returning to lessons.
Neena paused, allowing their guest to listen and observe for a few minutes, before moving on down the hall.
"And this is our Library." She paused outside the Library doors.
(OOC: Bringing into play the DocProf's ability to see how a wound was inflicted when healing.)
"No, no. I didn't do anything. It's not me he's calling about."
Neena relaxed a bit, realizing she'd all but snapped at him.
"There's a kid in there, I brought him in, he seems to be doing ok, but then again I'm no doctor."
"Sorry, m'friend, I didn't mean to sound accusing. Just wanted to be sure you were okay if it was you. And since its not, even better."
She continued on toward the Medical ward. "Is he a student here?" she asked, when Streak followed.
The resident medic was waiting for her as she entered, holding a chart. He handed it to her, a disturbed look on his face. "I think you need to read this."
She took it, and read his explanation of the boy's wound and how it was received. Her frown grew deeper and deeper the more she read. Finally she placed a hand over her eyes, and handed the document back to the healer.
"Is he awake yet?"
¨hey doctor ! " A quiet call from one of the beds answered her question. "doc doc hey Doc ! am i alright? am i in the mansion or i am in a normal hospital again ?¨
She gave both the doctor and Streak a resigned glance. Sighing, Neena strode over to the youth's side.
"Iron, what were thinking?" She shook her head at him, and attempted to drop the accusing tone. "Are you all right?"
"I look good. Well, not that I haven't always looked good, but y'all know what I mean."
"I'm fine other than being a little dirty, but how's Garrett doing?"
Neena snickered slightly, an amused smirk pulled onto her face. "I'm envious." Then, "I'm hoping he's okay. C'mon. We're not doing anymore good out here. Let's find out for ourselves."
She began limping back toward the Mansion Proper, still holding the intruder's discarded cloak.
" Yes, Eight. Yes, it appeared a few years ago after her mother died."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, Mr. Hornbuckle. That must make things difficult for you." Neena's smile faded into a sympathetic frown, then lighted back a bit when he smiled at her. That probably explained why he spoiled his daughter, more so than the temper tantrums. It wasn't easy to be a single parent anyway, let alone a widower with a mutant child.
" What is the student to teacher ratio here?" he asked, deftly changing the subject. "How many of each? I want my daughter to receive a well rounded education, of course. It's a lovely place, by the way. Is it also in the hands of Professor Xavier? Or is it owned by someone else?"
"The Professor is our founder, yes," she answered his last questions first, before backtracking. "Delilah Tipper is our Headmistress." She didn't mention her own position as Assistant HM, mainly because she rarely introduced herself as such. If anyone asked, she was just another teacher.
"And thank you. The kids have put a lot of effort into spiffing things up recently."
She paused at the Kitchen to retrieve a water bottle, as well as offer him one.
"As for kids, we have a rather small group right now, about fifty or so. Numbers tend to fluctuate, but we like to keep classes small. That way the chances of a student fading into the background are almost nil."
She tilted her head slightly, and pushed her glasses up into her hair, revealing her almost-white eyes.
"And, given the unpredictability of mutations in youngsters, smaller classes are much easier on the teachers. Usually." She chuckled, thinking about how energetic her own classes tended to be.
"Likewise," she replied with a smile. He certainly came off as the gentleman. She watched him take in the scenery like most new arrivals, and was pleased to note that he didn't seem overwhelmed like the usual. Her question did appear to fluster him a bit, however.
" Well, those who have advised me call it an energy sheath, specifically of a plasma of sorts. It seems to be a combination of electricity and some sort of magnetism. Being that she is only a third grader, she doesn't have much control over it. I have to admit, I have spoiled her a bit and the only time it seems to manifest is when she throws a tantrum. Everything in the room generally shorts out. Needless to say it rarely goes over well."
A spoiled Daddy's girl with EMP pulses?
"I can imagine not," she replied simply. "Third grade? So, about eight, or so? Am I right to assume then that her mutation has been active for a while?"
As they drew closer, he asked for a tour. She nodded enthusiastically. Tours were more her speed. "Of course not!"
She opened the door for him to precede her.
"This is the Foyer, obviously. Living room that way." She pointed one way with her hand, while she moved over to a table set against the wall. She plucked up one of the New Resident folders. "This is the questionaire we ask all of our residents and students to fill out for our records. It covers all of the basics, from age and mutation, to things like special needs and requirements."
She handed it to him, then motioned down the hallway, toward the Kitchen.
Neena strode up the stairs, after the Doc had called her and let her know that one of the students had been admitted with a serious wound. She hung up before he could give her further details, including a name. As she headed down the hallway, toward the Infirmary, she saw Streak coming from the opposite direction, and stopped him.
"Streak? Were you the one the Doc called about? Are you okay?" she rattled off at him. The youth looked much too healthy to be, but she figured she'd ask anyway.
Neena managed to dodge the dagger thrown at her as well. At least, partially. She twisted enough that it missed cutting her flesh. Her shirt was not so lucky, and some of the thorn-shreds combined into one large gap at her side. She was more concerned with the cloak collapsing in front of her. She quickly scanned the area, but found no more trace of the now-supposed-teleporter.
"Mavi!" she swore aloud, and pulled her phone out once more. When Jonathon answered once more, she asked him to scan the camera monitors on infrared to be sure Mr. Shadow wasn't still lurking somewhere dark. She also requested that the flood lights stay on until morning.
"What happened to him?"
"Where'd he go?"
"Who knows," she growled.
"How did you know about him Neena?"
She glanced at Nika, and then Streak, as they waited for an explanation. She sighed rubbed her sore eyes.
"Met him during the camp breakout," she answered, her voice becoming a bit gravelly as weariness began to set in. "Called himself helping me escape, I guess. Dunno his name, just those few random bits." She limped over and picked up the discarded cloak. "Didn't know he was a teleporter...."
She glanced around one more time, though she figured it would be in vain. Her reserves were stretched too thin. With a deep sigh, she turned back to Nika and Streak.
(OOC: Sorry for the delay, and lack of content. Kind of braindead. ><)
"We'll talk about it after this."
Neena made no comment or reaction, positive or negative. If nothing else, perhaps she and Tarin could connive a way to get Lee to take some time away. Surely she'd enjoy herself.... once she calmed over being conspired against, that is.
"So, how bad is it?" She could practically hear Lee restraining herself from leaping out of her chair. Hopefully the Doc had some good news....
"It doesn't look bad, actually. You really need to stop worrying so much. How many times do I need to tell you that?"
Neena rolled her eyes upward and silently mouthed, 'Thank you!' She heard Tarin's tandem sigh of relief.
"At least one more time. And what do you mean it doesn't look bad? How are the tests?"
"They look good. No trace of Haywire in any of you. You should be ok to leave whenever you're ready."
"What do you mean? You can tell already? Doesn't it need to incubate or something first? What if it's too early to tell?"
Neena shook her head as Tarin laughed.
"Lee...at some point Doc's going to stop telling you anything. You've been questioning his diagnosis for years and he's never been wrong yet. Just take his word for it and start celebrating. I for one, really want to get out of these clothes and back into my own...and we need to talk about that whole vacation love. You're way too tense."
"That is an understatement," Neena quipped, though still smiling. She stood and went to help Alice gather her supplies, and the few uneaten animal crackers. "With as much as you flip between spring-loaded high-strung and knuckle-dragging exhaustion, its a miracle you can see straight."
In an aside, she pointed to one of the pictures Alice had drawn, having spared an look through xray, and smiled at the little girl. "Now that is a beautiful tigger, kiddo. You're a natural artist, ya know?"
" I was going for Miss as a compliment actually. You'll always be a beautiful African goddess of the savannah to me. Come on now, Neena. You liked me better bald. It was sexy."
She tilted her head and gave him an unabashed grin. ”True. Not too many can pull it off, either.”
" there's actually a distinct popping sound, akin to a champagne cork, just before he enters, as the portal seals itself in a new space, displacing the air of the previous space. Just for future reference."
She nodded at the explanation. ”Thank ya. Ah! And right on time,” as the expected pop hissed. The reddish yellow of a warm-blooded person entered her line of vision.
" Hey Doc. So, do I get to stay this time?"
Neena leaned over the rail, looking down. ”Much better aim this time, kiddo. You sure would come in handy on the grocery runs. Instant traffic pass.” She laughed lightly, then turned to Garrett, and nodded. ”All right, let’s get you two set up.”
Rather than take the normal route downwards, aka ‘stairs’, Neena hoisted one leg over the balcony railing. The other leg followed quickly, and a quick push shortened her trip to the ground floor. She landed quite nimbly in a crouch, only a soft grunt giving her away.
Neena stood in the open doorway, looking in at the mess that was the Headmistress’s Office. Shattered window, scattered papers, broken door…. It looked like a mini tornado had blown through. Yet another remodeling project to be undertaken.
But it was all surface damage. Nothing a bit of spit and polish couldn’t fix. The real damage had yet to be realized.
Several of the Infirmary nurses had began making rounds almost immediately after the initial Pain Wave faded. The majority of the kids and other residents were unharmed, save for a few random accidents. Like one of the electric elementals shorting out everything electronic in her room, as well as two up and down the line and across the hall from her. Rumors had already started circulating, everything from another Registration raid to alien invasion. Oddly enough that last one was accompanied by a claim to have seen a half-frozen body floating down the hallway, knocking pictures off of the wall.
Her frown deepened. She’d stopped into the Infirmary long enough to be sure Garrett was alive and being taken care of, but not long enough to learn the extent of his injuries. The looks on Ghost’s face, and the Doc’s, didn’t inspire confidence.
What had happened?? When they had worked together that morning, she’d caught a glimpse of Garrett’s capabilities. Yes, they were potentially dangerous. So were umpteen mutations out there. However, she recalled his own pain when they’d stopped. Had she pushed him too far, pushed him over the edge somehow? There was the possibility, surely. And she knew that she wasn’t always the best judge of character. But surely only a loss in sanity could have changed the young man’s temperament so drastically! She just had a hard time reconciling such a deliberately violent attack with such a usually meek persona. Judging from Ghost’s exclamations near the briar patch, she didn’t believe it either.
Their shadowy intruder. He was the key to this mess, somehow. But she was just too exhausted to figure out how. Aarrgh!
She scrubbed wearily at her face, and winced. Oh yeah. Some of those thorn scratches were pretty deep, and still bleeding. Looking down, she realized that her shredded clothes were border-lining indecency as well. Plus she felt as if the subway had drilled a new tunnel through her head and body.
All right, one last stop, then she’d start getting things fixed up. She could rest later. She pulled one of the still-groggy teachers aside, charged him with covering the window and door in the office, and making sure no one went in before she did.
”And wear gloves,” she told him. ”I don’t want you leaving your fingerprints everywhere.”
”What?” He looked at her in an almost offended manner. Understandable, considering the unorganized floozy Neena often presented as.
”I don’t mean your fingerprints. I mean everyone’s.” She shook her head at him. ”Just…. humor me, Arnie. Please.” She sighed, and headed back up the stairs toward the Infirmary.
