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.
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Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
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For a frightening moment, Evelyn thought he was going to fall back asleep. Then he sighed, pried his eyes open and started to look at what he was napping on. It was almost humourous to watch the subtle thoughts that were revealed in the crinkle of his brow, the shift in his posture. As his expression began to change she relaxed, the echoes tracking the progress as realization dawned and he acknowledged the artifact for what it was: an art piece. He should be embarrassed, but he seemed too tired to fully feel guilty.
He looked sheepish though, which gave her a little more information about the stranger. He may be acting like a hobo, but he had at least a little respect for artwork. He may have napped on an 18th century artifact, but it didn't look like it was intentional.
That didn't mean he was completely cultured, however, as evident by his snort of laughter.
Evelyn, about as maturely, rolled her eyes at him. "I don't think most people look at gilded gesso on walnut and think 'what a fancy bench'. It takes a little skill to wander around the signs and make yourself comfortable. You're just very talented at being oblivious." She smirked slightly, waiting for him to stand. He was more groggy that natural, and she was starting to wonder if he was on sleeping medication. That would explain the lack of awareness of his surroundings, and his slightly unsteady movement. Just what she needed. A medicated man.
"It's the decorative arts and sculpture area. This seat is a decorative art. Woodwork takes a lot of skill to master, and it may not be a statue but it is a sculpture of sorts. Were you planning on napping with the Reclining Naiad? Because she's in room 548. Or you could try to nap under Perseus's--" Her walkie talkie interrupted her and she fiddled with the dial for a moment to get rid of the static. She took a deep breathe in, then let it out, reminding herself she was supposed to be helping customers, not trying to insult them. Whether or not he was using her museum to nap in wouldn't matter much to her boss if they found out she was verbally assaulting him after he admitted to the mistake. She took a deep breathe, and restarted, giving a shaky smile.
"I'm sure you can find somewhere else to sleep. Heck, I will pretend I don't see you if you crash in the gift shop, just leave the art to rest in peace, ok?" Well, it was almost courteous.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Jun 19, 2013 23:43:31 GMT -6
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"See, that's just it though. I don't think you really value history so much as what history can do for you. You said it yourself. 'History is valuable when the information you get from it can be put to use.' Maybe it's someone else's history, but I put value in that. I value the information itself, not what can be done with it. The stories of the past, no matter how trifle, matter to me. I don't read a book because I think it will necessarily do something for me. I read because I enjoy the story." she shrugged her shoulders, doubting he would really understand or even listen to what she was saying. He was headstrong, determined that his way of thinking was right.
Then again, so was she.
She shook her head, and then chuckled slightly at the man's remark. "I didn't attend public school beyond the point the Playbacks started. While I didn't much care for any of the more physically oriented subjects, I never really regarded them as 'rubbish'. It was tedious, and I was terrible at it, but if I had learned things then I wouldn't be so lacking in physical strength now, would I? Sometimes, the things that are annoying are beneficial in the long run. Haven't you been trying to convince me that ditching my handler was a bad thing? That's something else that is annoying in the present. Time will show if it could have been beneficial as well." She shrugged. The cafe was getting closer, and she debated stopping or continuing on for home.
He seemed surprised that she mentioned the ring, which told her it was something he rarely removed. It was like it was a part of him, and someone commenting on it was almost like they'd commented on the color of his hair. She shrugged at his question.
"Likely old, you don't acknowledge it much, not like someone who would wear a ring of a close companion or a significant other. If it was someone important who gave it to you, the separation is probably old enough it's more of a reminder, or a comfort item. Comfort item seems less likely, you don't mess with it like most people would. Piece of your past maybe, life you left behind?" She shrugged. There wasn't a lot to go off of without seeing the ring and knowing what it looked like. She was shooting in the dark, which she had a feeling he would be rather happy about. People seemed to like putting a know it all in their place.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Jun 19, 2013 16:19:43 GMT -6
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Evelyn gave a somewhat nervous laugh, and fidgeted in place. "I suspect sky diving is more fun with a parachute anyway. Just falling? I can say from experience the landing isn't great..." She shivered at the memory, her skin tingling with the still fresh sensation of claws digging into her skin. Her stomach turned circled at the thought of falling from this height. Gawain said the Danger Room wasn't lethal, but she had seen Gawain's face when CS tossed him off the skyscraper. It obviously still stung on impact.
It took effort to direct the echoes to the creature and away from the unrealistic cloud situation, but she finally managed. The thunder echoed in a haunting way, and she could almost feel the vibrations under her feet. Lightning flickered, adding static to the air, and she took an automatic step backwards. The echoes were recommending running. She was considering listening to them.
>>"Please let it be a lucky dragon..."
Evelyn shot him a look, turning back even before he regretted the wish. Using the word 'dragon' in this room seemed like it was asking for trouble. The clouds didn't look so fluffy now. A storm was brewing, and they were smack dab in the center of it. Lighting and thunder wasn't all so scary when you were on the ground. But one stray bolt of lightning here could cause more lasting damage.
The figure was too far to identify, appearing for a split moment, then vanishing back under the clouds. There was no visible movement, but the echoes flickered towards the ground under their feet, hissing in suspense. "Plan? Please say you have a plan. I'm feeling like we're in a scene from Jaws, and that is definitely not a movie I was planning on wandering into..."
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Jun 19, 2013 15:59:54 GMT -6
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For sleeping at a museum, the stranger was surprisingly groggy when he awoke. She had caught a few nappers in the past, but there was a difference between the 'crash on the bench' sleeper verses how this guy was acting. This was the dead on your feet exhaustion that came from resisting sleep for several nights on end. She recognized it because she'd been there. When you slept at that stage, it was mostly because you had no ability to resist sleep any longer.
The guy was...hard to understand. He could just be a hobo, or a vagabond. Being migratory would make a bit more sense than just strictly being homeless, especially considering he paid entry to the museum. The stranger woke, body showing evidence he was coming out of some form of nightmare. His eyes had deep circles under it, his expression stressed, and she wondered if she should have let him sleep. He seemed like he could have used it, and who was she to judge someone on their sleep patters? If only he hadn't picked the exhibit to sleep in she could have been nice. As comfortable as it looked, she couldn't let him stay there.
The look he gave her was positively scalding, and she frowned slightly at his remark as he nested back into the settee. "You know, as much as I appreciate the need to get some sleep, you've parked yourself right on one of the antique artifacts and that is not behavior I condone. Don't make me a jerk, please? Go nap on one of the seating area benches for all I care. That poor bench already has silk upholstery that isn't original to the piece."
She fingered the dial on her walkie talkie, debating calling security. It was a sort of ego thing that kept her from jumping straight to action. She wanted to feel like she could handle this job, and she could stand on her own two feet. Who was she to let some exhausted patron boss her around.
The arm around her waist was comforting. Her echoes were going haywire and it was making her head hurt. She shut her eyes and they stopped chattering in confusion, and she focused on breathing for a few moments to try and redirect things. The echoes never dealt with a simulation like this before. Trying to analyze clouds was like putting a broken line of code into her head. Her brain was confused. The rest of her was just getting nervous.
The Danger Room still refused to shut itself off. She wondered what would happen if something seriously injured them right now, would it stop? She didn't want to think about that. Then she heard Mirror's message, and a little timid chuckle escaped her mouth. Hopefully, Sam would get the picture.
Otherwise she would have to learn combat skills just to help kick his ass for making this happen in the first place.
"Nice view?"
Evelyn opened her eyes and looked at Gawain, giving a shaky smile. "It's pretty, but a little too realistic to try looking at with echoes. They're fairly certain it's not possible to stand on clouds..." She dropped her forehead to rest against his chest for a moment, then opened her eyes and looked back out across the clouds. There was a flicker in her head, and her grip tightened on his arm.
"Sam better hurry... something is swimming through the clouds toward us..." She whispered. It moved in a weaving fashion, lazy in it's approach. She didn't want to test what it could do though. She just wanted out of this twisted 'ultimate date'.
Evelyn was back at work, and while she still cringed at the idea of customer service, she felt glad to see things back to normal. The riots hadn't caused any permanent damage to the museum, and none of her beloved paintings had been damaged which was a relief. It took a few days to repair the busted doors, and a few more to get new displays. But things were looking better now, and patrons were starting to return.
They were still short staffed though, so that meant spending extra time on the floor keeping things in order. Lots of cleaning, sweeping, and occasionally chasing a few loitering teens out of the gift shop. The drama was low, but it was a quiet day, so she didn't expect much trouble.
That was until she went to check on the European Sculpture and Decorative Arts exhibit, and found someone trying to take a nap on the eighteenth century settee.
While Evelyn could understand being tired, and there were many times she considered napping at work as well when exhaustion started to settle in, taking a nap on artwork was not something she condoned. This was a museum, and the pieces here should be respected. Her echoes skimmed the figure, and she strode forward, stopping in front of him with a sigh.
"You know, the logical punishment for finding someone sleeping on a piece of art would be to get a few of the security guys to carry you to the Egypt exhibit and lock you in a sarcophagus. After waking up in a coffin I think a little more respect for the property would be in order. One could only hope." Her expression was somewhat stern, and the echoes flickered, trying to get more information about her intruder.
Removing an angry book from one's arm was apparently a two handed job, and Evelyn was relieved when Gawain appeared and helped pry the paperback jaws off her skin. Little tooth marks that looked somewhat like papercuts decorated her skin, and they stung but at least they weren't bleeding much, which was a relief. Her shirt had little cuts it them, but it could have been worse, especially considering the now crushed scorpion behind them. Evelyn felt herself sigh, until she realized the forest was vanishing, and they were up in the sky.
"Oh crap."
Well said.
Evelyn unwillingly reached out and grabbed Gawain's arm as a flicker of fear went through her. Standing on the clouds wasn't quite as romantic the week after taking a painful crash landing out of the sky, and after what happened in the library, she could only imagine what would happen now. Getting attacked by clouds or stars would be ridiculous in hindsight, but in the moment, she didn't think it would be so amusing.
"You know, I'm starting to think it would have been easier saving self-defense for another day..." She whispered. The echoes panicked, uncertain how they could be standing on clouds, and that didn't help ease the fear any.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Jun 18, 2013 23:22:14 GMT -6
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The books were definitely getting more hostile. The first batch mostly rustled unhappily, but after Evelyn tricked their protector into damaging a few of them, they seemed to step things up a notch. As she glanced to see where Gawain was, one of the books at her feet snapped at her pant leg, and she jumped as the paper managed to slice through the denim. Giving it a solid kick, she held onto her own books tighter, and responded to her echoes just in time to avoid getting nailed by the scorpions tail.
However fast the echoes were, however, they didn't help her dodge any faster, and the backswing of the tail caught her across the stomach and sent her tumbling backwards head over heals, landing with a 'omph' somewhere between the two book cases. At the moment she finally got a good look at what Gawian was doing.
Get out of the way...riiight.
She threw down the books and scrambled, the scorpion right behind her. She had to dive at the last second when the tower crashed into the beast, and then there was a rather gross sounding crunch as the shelf partially squashed it. Evelyn glanced back in concern, making sure Gawain was all right, and then yelped in pain as one of the nasty critters latched onto her arm. It hung on like a bull dog and growled at her when she stumbled to her feet, trying to escape before any of the books learned by example. It felt like having several needles shoved into her skin, mingled with the faint sensation of a papercut as she tried to pry it's jaws apart. The echoes glanced at the title and she gave a bitter laugh.
"Of all the books... The Hounds of Baskerville..." She wasn't sure whether to laugh or sob at that point. The thing had a wicked hold.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Jun 18, 2013 11:18:23 GMT -6
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Evelyn tried to focus, but her brain was doing two things at once. On the one hand, the echoes were glued to the scorpion, following it's actions and making sure they didn't get impaled by the stinger or crushed by the pinchers. On the other hand, she was trying to listen to what Gawain was telling her. Keep it between the book cases and distracted... "I...I can do that." She said quickly, giving a firm nod. Her hands shook slightly and she nudged Gawain to the right as one of the vines slithered past.
"I may not be super talented in the fighting area but I can handle distractions." She flashed a quick smile she hoped would be reassuring, then darted around the side of the bookshelf, yanking about five different sized novels off the shelf and holding them tightly. They wriggled slightly in her hands, trying unsuccessfully to rustle their pages for help. Evelyn grabbed the top one and threw it into the head of the beast were it collided with a light THUMP! The scorpion turned, snapping it's talons at her, and she threw another book up in the air above it's head. Clumsily, the creature tried to catch the object, the bark that made it's skin nearly bristling with irritation. It's tail lashed out, but the echoes warned her soon enough she darted backwards, dropping a book just before she did, the scorpion's tail burying in the object. The remaining books in her hands flailed in distress and the scorpion hissed.
She hoped Mirror could think of some form of plan. All she felt like she was doing was making this creature that much angrier. It tried to rescue the books she tossed, but it was obviously not built for actions like catching. While it fumbled with another novel, she grabbed another handful of books, jumping slightly when one snapped at her. She could have sworn it growled, and the last thing she needed was ankle biting books.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Jun 18, 2013 10:09:12 GMT -6
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Evelyn shakily got her feet under her, ignoring as the echoes pointed out the grass stains on her pants and possible treatments for them. She could deal with stains later, if the pants were salvageable by the time they got out. Considering they were unarmed, and the room was attacking them, that was the least of her worries; it was looking like that whole 'disastrous' portion of her dating life was settling itself right back in.
>>"All right, Eve, focus. We need to know what's coming next."
Evelyn nodded quickly, and scanned the room. The books were still rustling, but they seemed to be waiting for something. The vines wrapped themselves tightly around the shelves, and they were left in the middle of the clearing alone. From experience, that was usually a bad sign.
Glancing down at the ground, she hoped for a stick or something they could use. There was only grass. "Someone disturbs a library, who is going to come to the rescue?" She said rhetorically, and at that moment, the was rumbling in the floor of the room, and Evelyn tapped Gawain's shoulder, pointing. "A librarian."
It was shaped out of bark, crawling like a scorpion along the ground, vines moving like tendons to animate the creature. Large sharp pinchers were out front, and it's tail was sharpened into a painful looking stinger. The book's rustled louder, almost sounding like applause now. Evelyn's stomach turned over, and she hissed under her breathe. "While I normally condone the mistreatment of novels, any paperback with lots of really thin pages is going to be the best protection in this instance..." The scorpion snapped it's claws, and she took a step backwards, scanning the beast again. "We need to find something sharp that can cut those vines. Left!" The echoes flickered with the warning and she was already scrambling sideways, tugging Gawain with her as the stinger missed their heads and buried in one of the book shelves. The books hissed angrily, and the creature lashed around in distress for harming the novels.
Gawain started trying to argue the Danger Room into working again. In a way, it reminded Evelyn of arguing with her Echoes. No matter what he said, it didn't seem to be listening, at least not at first. Then the lights flickered, and everything started changing. The illusion seemed determined to stay in place, regardless of what Mirror told it. It hummed. It sounded like it was annoyed Gawain tried arguing with it. She momentarily contemplated just going back and picking up a book and trying to wait it out.
The echoes started chattering before Gawain even asked. "Something's moving..." Evelyn said slowly, and turned towards one of the book cases. The novels seemed to rustle, and vines slowly weaved their way around the book cases in an almost snakelike fashion. The silence was filled with the unnatural noises now, and she took a slight step backwards as she glanced from bookshelf to bookshelf. "I think you offended Sam's program... it doesn't seem quite so peaceful now..."
She wondered if she should worry, and the thought barely formulated when the echoes called out, trying to warn her of the vine that snagged her by the ankle. She didn't get a change to move, and her feet were yanked out form under her, yelping in surprise as it started to drag her towards the bookshelf.
Evelyn looked around. If they had to be stuck anywhere for awhile, it could be worse. Then again, she wasn't really sure Gawain thought being trapped in a library would be as amusing as she did. Heck, she worked at a museum, and not many people found them terribly exciting to visit.
She lifted her hand to push her hair from her face, then remembered her hair was braided, and there wasn't much to move other than her bangs. She glanced over at Gawain and his expression made her blush a little, feeling a flicker of nervousness again. The phrase the room had used came back to mind, and she felt her heart race momentarily.
Ultimate Date. Sam had locked them in the Danger Room on a date. It was cute, and the room was beautiful. But she couldn't shake the little sense of forboding that came when she noted that dates she went on tended to end in disaster. Normally 'disaster' just meant Jensen threw the guy out of a restaurant or something silly when they irritated him, or her echoes got her to say something far too personal about them and they excused themselves and never returned. She wasn't sure if the field trip into the T.V. counted as a date... if it had, that was the only time one had sort of worked out, minus the awkward apologizing and fidgeting at the end.
"So... what do we do?" She remarked finally. Last time she was here, aliens were attacking New York and Gawain was making her call shots for him out of spite. There were no aliens here, just lots of books. She momentarily wondered if things could still appear like they had when Mirror wanted archery equipment. If the room stuck to the theme, she could very well see something silly like a picnic basket appearing somewhere.
Evelyn smiled slightly and chuckled, shrugging her shoulders. "It's probably a good thing you didn't know he's a flirt, considering he's your teacher. He is caring though, and I'm glad he's at least made a good impression on you." She shifted and stood, stretching as she did.
"Mirror can travel through Mirrors, pretty much. It's a code name, but it's easier calling them Mirror since they gender shift. I met Mirror as Gawain, next day as Maya. It gets complicated." She shrugged. She glanced at Serena, the echoes watching her expressions, and she felt one side of her mouth tilt, starting back towards a smile then down again.
"I have hyper-awareness. It pretty much means I just notice lots of little details in actions, places, people... You don't have to tell me your mutation, I just figured it's easier to warn people that way they don't think I'm getting in their head. I am going to start coming up with witty replies when people ask me if I'm a mind reader I think... More fun than just denying it." She joked, hoping it would help cheer the girl up a little.
Evelyn heard Gawain's grumbling. It echoes around the giant bookcases in what some might consider an eerie way. But she didn't mind. He might be irritated, but she was entranced, letting her fingers glide along the covers of books, reading the titles as she passed. There were all her favorites from her childhood; classics, mystery novels, historical fiction, fantasy. She smirked and pulled Sherlock Holmes off the bookshelf, and flipped through the pages. It smelled like an antique shop, and she set it back as Gawain addressed her.
"It's like a forest, and a library... It's beautiful... You know, I don't forget, but I still don't grow tired of re-reading a good book." She smiled slightly at Gawain's flustered reaction, and walked back over, nudging him in the sides. "Enjoy it for a second. I'm sure we can get back to training in a minute, and you can kill Sam later. Just... listen." She shut her eyes again, and the echoes flickered, then went quiet. There were no sounds for them to pick up on, no wind for them to feel, and with her eyes closed, nothing to see. She paused for a moment, processing the sensation. Then she opened her eyes and reached back, catching Gawain's hand and giving it a squeeze.
"Silence. I've never heard silence. For a moment, there were no echoes." She looked around, blue eyes scanning the forest of books, still holding Gawain's hand captive. Maybe it was something silly only she'd enjoy. But that didn't stop the smile form sneaking across her face.
Evelyn cheeks turned pink, tingling with the kiss, but she smiled happily and at least the echoes didn't break this time. It always felt odd not having her hair down though, and she didn't have anything to hide behind. But maybe that was good. It forced her to look at Gawain and not the carpet. She was pretty sure the echoes couldn't tell her anything new about the fibers at this point.
The door opened, and she smirked at Gawain, and rolled her eyes a little. "Probably for the better. I look more like I'm ready for self-defense when I can at least walk through the door by myself." She laughed. She turned slowly on the spot as Mirror tried to get the Danger Room to start, not sure what would happen.
The words that came out of the speakers though were certainly no where near what she expected. She shot Gawain a glance, the echoes quickly confirming this wasn't his idea. Then the room melted and she whistled slightly, the walls stretching and melted until they were covered with books as far as the eye could see. Her expression melted from confused, to amused, to bewildered as the bookshelves stopped, like giant trees stretching in every direction. The floor of the danger room was grassy, and it looked like a clearing in a forest. She reached out and touched a book. The spine felt like bark.
She shut her eyes for a moment and listened. "It's....quiet..." She whispered, and opened her eyes, turning around. "I've never heard anything so quiet..." The echoes were still there, but they weren't picking up on all the city noise and scanning every building like in the city. They skimmed book titles in a lazy way, and she breathed in the smell of books.
