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.
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Orochi paid some attention to the conversation between the two, or at least what James spoke aloud. It seemed they'd met before, but were unaware they both shared a home, which with the size of this Mansion could be understandable. As Orochi took the moment to spread his wings, it seemed to further enforce his image to the two, both of them staring up at his form as he clotted the sun from their eyes. If he could the dragon would have smiled once more, but instead he simply remained still while continuing to speak with the two mutants. Masque responded by confirming the majesty of Orochi's presence, the dragon glad to see Americans were not blind to ignore his glory.
However Ryoga's form was not what had left Masque mute, but he was just naturally without speech. "Unfortunate, but it seems your lack of speech does little to hinder you." The dragon exclaimed as the conversation continued. The steel boy, James then grabbed Ryoga's attention by letting slip another's name instead of his. Smau? Who was Smau? Who else could cloud Jame's eyes for him to confuse Orochi, a god, with this other person? The dragon's eyes became glued onto James, his fiery eyes giving off enough pressure to be palpable. "I came here at my Mother's request, to learn of the mutant community and the world outside Japan. But more importantly, you would do well to remember my name and mine alone. Who is this Smau and how does one confuse them for myself?" He inquired, unaware that James was referring to Smaug, the red dragon of Tolkien's fantasy epic "The Hobbit".
Orochi had read that novel before, though his pride left him too shortsighted to realize the simple mistake James had made. At the moment, his awareness became too focused missing out on Masque telling him he was not a student, but still a resident of the Mansion. The dragon felt the stiffness of his body slowly becoming uncomfortable so he flapped his wings once, creating a gust of air towards James and Masque, showing that his wings were strong, but perhaps furthering the misconception that he might be able to fly, an embarrassing topic for the Japanese dragon.
The human made of iron was first to respond to Ryoga's words, stating he was in fact here to see the sun but was more interested in Ryoga himself, an expected outcome. If the dragon could smile, he would have, his ego freshly shined by the two boys staring at him in awe. "I have just now come to live at this Mansion." He answered James statement about having not seen the dragon before. Of course from here on out, everyone would see Ryoga, and be humbled by his presence. The two boys seemed to notice each other as well now, but both remained fixated on the dragon God.
Both of them bowed to Ryoga, a comforting sign of humility and manners, to which the dragon returned the bow, lowering his massive head to their height. A rare moment to have a dragon bow to you, though it was a return gesture, not one of submission. His head rose again, as James introduced himself. So the taller male was James, a resident of the Mansion. The smaller male intrigued Ryoga more though, speaking no words and instead writing upon his own flesh. The dragon's eyebrow raised, the amber orb burning a hole into Masque as Ryoga read his words. This Masque was the first to properly address Ryoga, stating his godly name, but he wrote the introduction instead of speaking. Was he that intimidated? Or perhaps a mute of some type? The dragon's voice rumbled low in his throat as he spoke, enjoying Masque's greeting but curious.
"Your skin is most intriguing Masque, but I wonder has my presence left you unable to speak?" The dragon inquired, turning a simple question into statement of self sycophancy. James and Masque didn't seem to know one another either, Masque writing a statement for him as well. So it would seem this Masque was some type of mute, an unfortunate disability, but so long as he could see the dragon's greatness it didn't matter.
Greetings exchanged, the dragon rose up more, standing on his hind legs and opening his massive wingspan, his back turned to the sun this was another opportunity to feast upon the sunlight as well as show off his truly magnificent appearance. He however didn't ignore the two before him. "I was told this Mansion is also a school, you two are students of the school then yes?" He asked, holding still like a statue as his body cast a massive shadow across the yard.
Ryoga sat, his eyes glued to the sky as his guest approached. Her foot steps were soft, but he heard them all the same. He turned his head, one amber orb glaring at Victoria's small frame. The girl seemed stunned, or awe struck by his form, an expected reaction. "Konbanwa little human. What has you out so late?" The dragon asked, his voice powerful and fierce. Ryoga hadn't seen the girl before, though there were many humans he hadn't met yet, or had met and didn't recognize. She was smaller than any of the other women he'd met so far, perhaps a child or very young teen? He wasn't sure, age wasn't something he really cared for. He was quite certain he'd end up being immortal after all.
Slowly the dragon began to turn, his large form taking a few steps to finish moving. His wings were curled up, being used as legs, but his majesty was still easy to observe, though at night his dark tone made seeing his scales more difficult. However the easiest thing to see were those bright, fiery eyes in his head, both of them now staring down at Victoria. "Tell me girl, what is your name?" He inquired, curious whom he had enraptured with his presence this time. "My name has spread much throughout this school so far, but I still give it in case you don't know, I am Orochi. And I am a God born of Japan." He introduced himself with pride and self importance.
It was somewhat difficult to make out the girl's form as she was so much smaller than himself, so his neck and head began to lower closer to the ground, trying to meet his field of vision with the girl's short height. "Are you another of the mutants that live in the Mansion?" He questioned.
Ryoga would be unable to sleep much tonight, though he slept very little to begin with. His new home, this Mansion for mutants was not designed for a God, it's halls and rooms too small to fit his grandiose form, forcing him to remain outside this night until something could be built for him. The school assured him they'd come up with something shortly, but he still felt the heavy annoyance with their lack of hospitality so far. He'd have to complain to his Mother when next they spoke.
He lumbered across the Mansion's grounds, his heavy form leaving deep footprints as his claws dug into the Earth. The night was an interesting time, far more serene than the day, as the humans were all dead asleep or locked inside for fear of chill. Such frail organisms, a little bit of snow or icy wind and they donned as much clothing as possible. He made his way towards a garden, a beautiful sight beneath the moon light. Ryoga did enjoy nature, the gentle embrace of fauna and flora calmed his mind and cleared the frustration from his heart. He was careful as he walked forward, avoiding damaging the plant life with his wings, feet, or tail, though the latter was hard to do when it just dragged behind him lazily.
Though this Mansion was not his compound in Japan, this place had it's merits, and the mutants that dwelled with were certainly interesting creatures. So varied and unique, yet all still human. Even with great powers man could not overcome his short comings it seemed, unlike Ryoga. Born a god, his power stolen straight from America's greatest weapon and transformed into Japanese legend, he was magnificent. Though the abundance of these mutants made him wonder if some kind of relation was possible, could their powers also stem from some event in history? Perhaps he'd have to request some research be done when he returned to Japan.
As he made his way towards the center of a garden, he stopped to gaze up at the moon. An odd feeling, Ryoga knew the light shining off the Moon was simply light it leeched from the Sun, but it "tasted" different to the Sun's natural light. It wasn't just the lack of heat, there was more too it. Perhaps there was something fundamentally different about the Moon's stolen shine, or maybe he just preferred the warmth present in the day. Curious indeed, the dragon chose to simply enjoy the moment as another presence came upon him.
Orochi is officially a part of MROverse! And he's super fun! Anyways, I'm updating to again request more interest in threads with my Second, both in the Mansion, around New York, and with Order people too! If you have any interest in threading with me, please post or pm and lets figure something out! I especially hope somebody evil will take a moment to try and steal the Dragon from the Mansion! (Cause everybody wants a dragon)
Ryoga let the various aspects of the morning wash over his form before he was pulled from his meal, by the voice of a mutant. The dragon craned his neck to the right, letting one eye focus on James as the boy spoke to him. It seemed Ryoga's form had stuttered the boys mind, as all he could mumble was a hello. But a greeting was still a greeting, manners were apart of the dragon's mentality. His voice was unique, words mixed with the low rumble of something prehistoric as he spoke. "Ohayou little human." A bit of Japanese escaped by habit, but the dragon's English was more than good enough to hold a conversation. "Come to greet the morning sun as well? Or perhaps you've come to greet a God." The dragon laughed a bit as he turned, his limbs hitting the Earth with heavy thuds as his form faced down James.
Ryoga's eyes just then noticed the oddity of the boy, his flesh...was not the peachy or cream color that most of the human were. No, this human was colored like steel. So this was one of the "mutants" that he was told about. Humans with mysterious and powerful abilities, interesting. "You are one of the American mutants I've heard of yes?" The dragon questioned, his amber eyes glaring at James with powerful intensity. However Ryoga was one to suffer from tunnel vision, his senses noticing another human, slightly shorter than James, but really they all looked alike to Ryoga. The dragon let his eyes move towards Masque, gauging him as well. "I see another mutant comes to meet me as well." Masque's flesh was a striking color compared to the gray of Jame's metal skin, so mutants could have various types of flesh, interesting.
Ryoga laughed, lifting his head high off the ground as he watched the two mutants before him. "Very well! Know that I am Lord Orochi, an Earth bound deity born of Japan! Now honor me little humans, and tell me who you are?" The dragon took a deep breath, giving his name honorably to the two before him and awaiting their response. His body rested, with his wings closed up and pulled to his body, changing his appearance form a dragon to something more like a dinosaur, but still majestic and breath-taking as the sun shone brightly upon his gray scales and dark flesh.
Orochi stirred as the sun began to rise beyond the horizon. A creature of daylight, his body craved and thrived upon the energy our star shone upon the Earth. The air was cold, but he had hungered for a daybreak to enjoy on the ground since he'd left his home in Japan. Would the light here in America feel different than that in his homeland? Would it taste different? Ryoga's unique body fed upon the light like mankind fed upon rice or bread. The sun broke across the horizon, and not caring for anything but the embrace of warmth he was to receive, Ryoga let his wings extend and broke the morning silence with a thundering roar.
His dark scales and flesh drew the light in, his cells eagerly soaking in the energy packed photons. A unique mixture of melanin, crystalline spines, and mutated mitochondria drunk deep on radiation, and began to process energy for the dragon man, his body warming as it awoke from a months long torpor. If Ryoga could grin, he'd be smiling right now, enjoying a healthy breakfast. He flapped his wings a few times, testing out the chilly air against his flesh as he kicked up a gust rich with snow and frozen dirt. Winters were cold here as well, something he had experienced before but the air was vastly different to that of Japan, his nose could smell the difference, and his flesh could feel it, even beneath his scales.
His Mother had encouraged him to come to America, to meet and learn from various other peoples, to broaden his horizons. He'd met two of these...mutants yesterday, two women. Evelyn and Amelia, both respectable and experienced with this place. Though the dragon was loathe to humble himself before them again, he'd have to thank them for bringing him to this large Mansion. It wasn't as comfortable or well built as his home in Japan, but it was a home that welcomed him, and he appreciated that. Of course taking in a God was also an honor for them, so in a way he'd already repaid their kindness by simply choosing to live here. This city, this country even were not yet aware of his presence, of the great honor of harboring a god. Perhaps a tour of the city was in order today. He'd have to find one of those two girls and ask them to escort him. The dragon reeled back in his wings and took a statuesque post, letting himself feast upon more solar energy as he drifted into thought.
Ryoga still wondered if coming here was the right idea, American's were not like the Japanese. They lacked the discipline and dignity of his home, and their world was laced with greed and individuality. He'd read of some events in this city, including their history of violent crime. How low-blooded and barbaric, to let it's citizens do as they please this way. No member of Ryoga's family would dare oppose him, order was easy to keep when you were an Earth bound deity. Perhaps he'd have to find some servants in this country as well, especially considering the lack of amenities designed for him here. He sighed though, his Mother had wanted him to learn humility, to be able to understand and truly interact with those less grand than he. But how could a God connect with humans? They were just so...so...mundane.
Ryoga was beyond them in every aspect, he didn't need to eat food, or sleep as much as they do, he had a majestic form and power enough to cull them like cattle. How does a God understand an ant? Perhaps this was the lesson his Mother meant for him, to learn how to better understand those that worshiped him. A God should be able to connect with his congregation, yes perhaps there were lessons to be learned here. Ryoga would have to meet some of this city's inhabitants, both mutant and man. His eyes opened as he stared towards the horizon, there was a purpose for him here in this city, and it was time to start figuring it out.
Ryoga pondered over what he knew of this city while Evelyn spoke to him. This city was known for it's mutant population, with sides both for and against that community. These mutants were odd humans with special powers, they inspired fear and awe, something Orochi could connect with, as the dragon refused to allow himself to be referred to as a "mutant". "I've certainly read some interesting things about it." The dragon mumbled in response, his attention only half focused on Evelyn.
Both of the women claimed to be excellent guides, a fact the dragon would remember for later. A tour of the city, both to familiarize himself and show himself off to the city would be needed. The dragon however realized that these two had not brought a truck, back at his home in Japan, the servants always had a truck read if he wished to be moved. The older girl Evelyn asked if he would follow them back to the Mansion, imagine the gall to ask him to just walk on his own. Seemed the lack of manners would be an issue in this country. He huffed, blowing the air out his nose. "I would usually soar and show myself off to this city of humans, but the trip was quite exhausting." Ryoga spoke, using an excuse to divert attention from asking him to fly, a feat he was actually incapable off. "And my servants usually kept a truck for when I wanted to be moved." The dragon's voice was laced with obvious insult at their lack of preparation, even though such a thought was insulting and incorrect.
Ryoga had been asleep too long on this trip, so at least a walk through the city would help to wake his tired muscles up, and stir his hunger for the morning. "I shall humble myself and follow you to your home. And I guess this is a chance for you two guides to show me some of your city." Ryoga took a moment to stand up, extending his wings and flapping them once, creating a strong breeze as he woke the tired muscles up in preparation for a long walk to his new home.
Miki listened as Evelyn spoke, explaining her and Ami's experience in dealing with mutants. Miki did pick up on Evelyn's age, she was older than Ryoga, a fact that might help her deal with the proud but respectful boy. She nodded at Evelyn and spoke "I see, that is comforting to hear. You are both experienced, a fact that will be helpful with Ryoga." As Ryoga introduced himself Miki watched, paying attention to her son's attitude. He was arrogant and over-bearing, but at heart Ryoga still had a human heart, it just needed to be guided to the surface, to merge with this dreadful persona his Father had created.
Miki spoke up to introduce the two girls to Ryoga. She pointed to each girl as she gave their name. "This is Amelia, she greets new students and residents. And this is Evelyn, she is a trainee with the school, and your elder Ryoga." Ryoga listened to the information, and then turned his focus to Evelyn. He lowered his head a bit, putting his eyes to Evelyn's level, the large amber orbs judging Evelyn's presence and response. "I'm sure it is Miss Evelyn, I have spent much of this trip sleeping and I am looking forward to seeing this city and this school." Ryoga's tone was powerful and laced with pride. Though is words were at best "demeaning" he did believe his mother. If this girl was older than him and more experienced, he would defer to that as they left these docks. The other girl Amelia, also welcomed him and spoke of finding him proper living arrangements. The dragon turned to Ami, his head lifting back up into the air.
"I've read much about this country, I hope it lives up to my books." He had come from a country vastly different to America, and a home which treated him like a god and catered to his every whim, getting used to this place would be an experience for the dragon man. "Accepting one such as myself will be an honor for your Mansion, I will expect a space to keep me out of this cold." Ryoga could function in the cold, but he despised it. Like a common lizard it slowed his blood and made his thoughts numb. He was quite hungry as well, getting little sun during this long trip. Ami spoke of eagerness to see a new home, to which the dragon responded. "I left behind much in my country, to come here on my Mother's whims. I trust this place will not fail her expectations." His words were almost like a threat, though it was only because of his reverence for his mother's wishes and beliefs.
Ryoga lowered his head to his Mother's level, and his tone was one of submission, unlike how he spoke to either Ami or Evelyn. "Mother, what will you do now? I cannot protect you if you leave this place." The dragon was concerned, since his mother betrayed her husband and home to bring him here. The woman simply smiled "You are young Ryoga, still learning and growing. You must find your place in the world, just as I found mine, watching over you. I will return to Japan, but trust that I will be watching you." There was much work to be done in her home, to ensure Ryoga's safety here away from his father. Miki bowed once more to Ami and Evelyn "I leave my son in your care, and I hope to hear good things when next we speak." She rose up and turned around, heading back towards the boat as the various men in black followed behind her. Each of these men stopped for a moment to bow to Ryoga, showing just how the man grew so arrogant.
Ryoga didn't turn to watch as the ship packed up, or as his Mother vanished below deck. For a time he simply stood like a statue, thinking about his situation. What was it about his Mother that could make him give up all he knew, to come here. Why did he believe her so much more than his Father, and what would he do here? Finally he spoke "A God without his congregation, let me meet this new world. Please Miss Evelyn, Miss Amelia lead me to this Mansion."
It seemed her waiting was finally drawing to a close, Miki watched as two young women approached the docks, and came upon her and her men. The older Japanese woman smiled, though one of her two personal guards bent over to speak to her, his voice loud enough to be heard, but speaking strickly in Japanese. "Miki-sama, these two are but children themselves, do the American's disrespect us and Orochi-sama so much?" The man's face was easy to read, showing signs of annoyance at two young girls showing up to meet a being he viewed as an Earthbound god. The woman Miki lifted her hand to silence him, the man quickly returning to attention out of respect for her. "Quiet! This is a different country, and even if they meant us disrespect we would not show the same." The woman's tone softened as she stepped forward, looking upon Amelia and Evelyn.
She smiled at the two of them, a gentle smile from a gentle woman, before she bowed forward in a sign of respect. She rose and spoke, this time in English, well mannered but with a Japanese accent. "Konbanwa, my name is Honda, Miki and it is a pleasure to meet you both." Miki lifted her hand to gesture the large crate behind her, it's size looming over the conversation. "I contacted your school about admitting and helping my son, who happens to be within this storage unit." Though she claimed her son was in a crate, she didn't seem bothered by the idea of him being stored within it. "I have heard that this city is home to many unique individuals, of all shapes and sizes, and of all races." She turned, walking a few steps towards the crate.
"My son is a mutant, a very unique one. In our country, his Father teaches him pride, cruelty, and selfishness. He teaches my son to be a dishonorable man." She turned her head back to the two girls from the Mansion. "That is not the life I want for my son. His differences make him special, make him different. And that means he's no worse, and no better than anyone else. I want him to learn honor, understanding, kindness. I want him to be a man that others will respect and admire."
She stopped for a moment, her eyes focusing on Ami and Evelyn. "Tell me, are you teachers at this school? I mean no disrespect to you, but both of you look very young, no older than my son even." She waited for a respond from the girls, not thinking less of them for being students, or trainees, or anything. She was simply curious of those who would be taking her son from her, she wanted to believe in them before she wasn't around to make sure Ryoga behaved. The boy was very...head strong in what he wanted and did. Speaking of the devil, a thunderous roar escaped from the crate, causing the various strong dangerous looking Yakuza men around the docks to murmer in Japanese and act awestruck of that crate. Miki simply smiled looking at the crate for a moment and then turning to the girls again. "Ah, my son is punctual for once." She giggled a bit as she waved at some of the men standing behind her. "Ryoga has woken, it's time to let him see America, free my son!" Her voice was loud and stern, the men rushing to do as she asked.
The tension in the air began to build as various locks became unlatched, some sounds of movement escaping the crate as the door began to fall. Miki warned the girls with a gentle tone. "Please don't be afraid of him, and forgive him. My son can be a bit overbearing at times" With her last word the latch of the crate fell with a loud thud, and revealed it's contents. Curled up in a ball, the Atomic Dragon stirred from a long slumber. His tail slithered from his body, before a large saurian creature began to emerge towards the girls from the Mansion. A dragon, walking on all fours, his body covered in charcoal gray scales, and spines growing from his back and around his shoulders. A majestic creature whose head was lined with horns like a crown.
The dragon looked at the two girls, his head hovering around 6 feet off the ground as he spoke, his voice unlike any other on the planet. "Are these the ones Mother?" The dragon asked, showing that this small Japanese woman was in fact his mother. She lifted her hand, standing on her toes as she whacked the creature on his head, like it was nothing. "Ryoga, do not disrespect them. Introduce yourself, now." The dragon growled softly and spoke once more, his yellow eyes burning holes into Amelia and Evelyn. "Konbanwa, I am Honda, Ryoga. I am a Japanese God, and I have come to see your country." His mother sighed as the boy introduced himself and looked to the girl's reactions.
Miki remained in the same spot, staring towards the streets of this foreign city as she waited upon a representative of Xavier's. The various men hanging around the docks were starting to seem bored, this stop going longer than they expected. Some of them were just paid to be here, so no problem, but members of the cult were risking their standing and lives to be here to help Miki. They didn't serve the cult though, they served the god Orochi, and he had stated he wanted to come as well, so they came as asked. One of the men approached Miki, speaking softly to her.
"Miki-sama, the American's are late. This is a rude gesture to Orochi-sama, and you as well Madamn." The man didn't look her in the eyes, but was voicing a complaint, a rarity for members of the Cult. Mike smiled and replied to her underling. "We are no longer in Japan, there is a time difference and American's...are not as prompt as we Japanese, forgive them and let us wait a bit longer." Mike kept a cool front on her face to keep her servants patient, but she was starting to worry.
Ryoga would not stay locked up for long, and if he wanted out nobody was going to stop him or the scene he'd make as he stepped onto American soil, and that was a catasrophe she didn't want to deal with. She took a breath and checked the time, twenty minutes had passed so far, not an unreasonable amount but it was still making her nervous. She turned to her other subordinates "Check the area once more, and make sure it is safe for my son. I will tolerate no mistakes this day, it must go well." Her tone was stern, which immediately sent some of the men to sweep the docks again making sure the only people there were friends.
However even with all of these men here to aid Miki, trust was a hard thing to judge. Each of these men served in a cult, that worshipped a mutant as a god. Deification did odd things to a man's mind, and perhaps some of these men here had an alternative agenda than the one Miki had herself.
Tonight was like any other here at the docks, cold, wet and dark. It was in the evening, when there was little activity going on as a dingy looking cargo ship arrived. It was both part of her plan and all that she could afford. The woman, Miki of Japan had hired thugs, paid bribes, and spent everything she could to smuggle a certain cargo into New York. For years she had searched for a place to hide her son from his corrupt home in Japan, from his father. But he was no ordinary man, and it took time to finally find a place for him. And that place was here in New York. The ship arrived silently, the well dressed men manning the vessel began the steps to disembark, lowering ropes as well as a ramp so they could step onto the docks.
These men, dressed in suits and sporting the most serious of expressions were made up of a mixture of criminals and members of a cult. But the lot of them may as well be Yakuza, professional criminals. They spoke in Japanese "This way Miki-sama, we've arrived." Miki emerged from the underbelly of the vessel, a beautiful but worn out looking woman. While in Japan she was always seen in a kimono, here for this trip she wore more western clothes, hoping to blend in. "Thank you, unload the hold quickly, we mustn't keep him waiting." She asked the man, who respectfully bowed and made his with with others to unload the unique cargo they held.
Miki had made contact with this Xavier's school, a place for mutants to learn. Though using the term upset her son Ryoga, he was a mutant. She knew that much, and he needed better teachers to teach him how to embrace the better sides of humanity and his mutation. They had seemed eager to help her, though she had lied about some of the circumstances, such as the fact that her son was the idol of a Japanese cult. Miki walked down the ramp, and with two dangerous looking men standing behind her waited for her son to be unloaded, and for someone from this Xavier school to meet with her.
Miki had already vanished when she started a voyage to ferry Ryoga here, knowing trying to fly him here would be too easy to track and find. His Father and the cult were well funded, basically a branch of Yakuza themselves, and she couldn't use all those resources without being caught. She had to haphazardly come up with this to get him here, and she'd have to leave soon and return to Japan. And do her best to keep him safe from her husband and his god complex.
The crate was taking some time to unload, a massive container to make sure Ryoga was comfortable during the trip and safely smuggled into New York. Some other men came out from the boat, more of the loyal members of the cult, friends and servants to Miki and began to clear out the area, forcibly removing anyone who tried to remain. She had to be sure Ryoga was in good hands, she wouldn't hand her son over to someone she didn't believe in or trust. Finally a large create was being pulled out of the ship, the crane filling the previous silent night with a loud grinding noise. "Soon Ryoga, soon you will see the world without clouded vision." Miki smiled and nodded to her guards, knowing people from this Mansion would arrive and she was going to be as friendly as possible with them.
I'm sure we'll have to have a thread together in the near future! I'd also offer a thread with Sylar, but I've no idea how a mute would communicate with a blind boy. lol
Hmmm well Evelyn is probably not on the best standings with the x-men after her and Sylar sort of blew up a car in the sewers <.< so she wouldn't necessarily be someone who would be in charge of welcoming someone to the Mansion. But she's nosy and wanders around New York a lot, the echoes could pick up on something happening at the docks and she could be involved in said shenanigans still.
She could totally pick up on the illegal clues that some crazy drop off is going on in the docks, Orochi's basically being smuggled in like human trafficking or drugs lol, go do detective stuff
