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?
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> If there's some dirty secret about you, I have yet to find it.
Was being a vigilante a dirty secret? Raine buried that thought because it surprisingly came with pictures. Naughty mental images she had never ever associated with her uniform. Bad, Raine. That wasn't what her catsuit was for!
> "...you’re just a swiss army knife of secret talents, aren’t ya?"
"First aide was a definite bonus when hiring for childcare, I think. Plus,n Epi pens don't scare me." Thankfully she had yet to have to use one on a child. Raine squnched her nose at Malia and got a squeal and a return nose scrunch. The darling reached for Raine's pizza, but the blonde was quick. Peppers and babies did not mix. "I kinda like the kids better than the adults. Less whining, if you believe that. Easier to get them to nap."
> ”Though if you want to be an actress, I’m rooting for you. Camera or stage? Oh, please tell me you sing and dance?”
"Camera, though I did some stuff in high school plays and stuff? I dunno, I like giving different takes better. They're surprisingly different." Her experience was limited to a medicine commercial, but at least she had some experience. "I dance, but I think I'm too stiff. Some girls make it look easy, you know? It's probably overthinking." If Raine did one thing it was perpetual habitual everlasting and never escaping overthinking. "And I love to sing. I think that goes over better with the kids than it did with the adults, but kids are brutal. One moment they'll clap along, and the next they might try to cover my mouth and just shake their heads no like "just stop, Ms. Raine. Just stop."
Her pride was on the line as far as pizza went. Raine was determined to not need a fork and a knife despite the overflow. It was almost a pizza taco with how much there was on top.
Raine flushed. 18! Stephanie was younger than she was! It wasn’t that Stephanie looked old, it was that she looked so put together and coordinated and in control. With a job she liked and a kid, she was leaps and bounds ahead of Raine who felt like her life was stuck in neutral.
And of course, of course her pizza answer was perfect. Spicy and salty just about summed up Stephanie. She passed the pizza test with flying colors.
”I’m so glad we can be friends. Is pineapple on pizza a this-verse thing? I swear that was a crime in the other-verse.” Down with the cult of pineapple! It was good, but needed to keep far away from her pizza pies. ”I’m a fan of any specialty stuff that’s not sweet, really. No BBQ. No pineapple.” She pointed out a slice that looked good from the offering when prompted. Supreme buffalo. It was more toppings than pizza. ”Pile on the peppers, please?”
> "...is childcare the long term plan, or do you have a goal beyond it?”
”I-err. I guess you could count me in on wanna be actresses.” How was she so readily confessing all her secrets already? Next she was gonna blurt out that she was a wanna be x-team vigilante wash out. Raine really needed to get a grip.
”I started college in the other-verse, but they got snotty about credits transferring and I guess I’m kind of at a loss now. I used to work at a hospital on the other side so swapping to childcare, after all the identity stuff got sorted, just means the patients are more truthful about what’s bugging them.”
Pizza? Yeah pizza. Totally not a bribe if it was pizza. That was, what, $3 a slice? Not even a jerk would call pizza a bribe. Her frozen dinner at home was supposed to be healthy and pizza was so very not, but it was pizza and Stephanie was worth looking at getting to know for at least a while longer.
Stephanie’s voice lowered and Raine was sure she was being teased or tricked somehow, and yet she wanted more anyway. But her poor bumbling brain just wasn’t ready for witty, sultry repartee. Stephanie turned and started off. Raine had no choice but to follow if she wanted that pizza friendship.
Because of course this was about the pizza, right?
”You mentioned clients? ” It was safest to stay well away from sweet promises of more. Well, well away. ”Are you, like, a lawyer or something?” She certainly dressed smart and talked well. Gooder than Raine brain today, anyway.
They were lucky that it wasn't a long walk. The gusting wind whistled between buildings reminding them that it was very much still winter. Some things did not change at all between worlds.
Like that first whiff when entering a pizza place.
It occurred to Raine that this was a very important moment for a test. "What's your go-to topping?" Please, please don't let her be a psychopath who liked pineapple.
She didn't realize it would happen until she heard it, but some part of Raine melted when she was called 'sugar.' It was the accent. It had to be the accent. It helped that Stephanie wasn't making things awkward about the rules. Maybe that was why she felt comfortable enough complaining about being universally displaced. She in a thousand years would have expected that Stephanie might be too.
"What? No way! I mean, what are the odds? Actually, I don't even know how many of us there are..." Was it too much of a coincidence? But Stephanie looked genuinely excited and that was kindling an echo of amazement in Raine.
"It's weird. I mean, it's not like we've got a secret handshake or anything, but I guess if you know... you know. You know?" She laughed because that came out wrong. "I guess I mean, I'm really glad you're here. Back home... I mean, I guess this is home now, but back there... Malia..." If she knew, she knew. Raine knew Malia was infinitely safer over here where the law of the land seemed far more mutant-friendly.
"It's a whole new world."
And yet, there was someone who understood all that. Raine tossed her smock into the laundry chute for group laundering and dropped off her paperwork, signing and punching her time card at the front desk as they walked and talked. By the time Stephanie re-asked about dinner, they were taking their first breath of fresh night air just outside the daycare doors.
Freedom. And what did Raine have waiting for her back at her apartment? She'd let Becca get away from her as a roommate and that was one of her biggest regrets, even if Becca was happy and in a stable relationship now... Raine missed her friend.
"Wellllll, I was planning on eating a frozen dinner alone, and I just don't know if we can top that. You might have to sweeten the pot a bit." Raine smiled her winningest smile and internally freaked the fuck out. What was she doing!? She got the merest hint of a potential friend and she was going to blow it because she'd wanted to make some kind of joke?
Raine stuttered internally at the offer of dinner. It was an internal stutter so severe that she became all thumbs and dropped her smock.
As a rule of thumb, she thought of the parents of her daycare kids as ‘taken.’ It took two to make a thing go right and the youngest children, at least, were more likely to still have two in the picture. Totally not always the case. Raine could name a certain teammate who had apparently been dropping hints that she failed to pick up.
Raine did not fail to notice the dangling bait. Or was it dangling bait for a friendship? Raine was crushing hard, but Stephanie likely had somebody back home keeping her sheets warm. Besides, Raine couldn’t take a bribe… could she? Not if Malia was going to attend here, in Raine’s one year old room. She couldn’t show favoritism.
You don’t plan on doing this forever, she reminded herself. But then, she still didn’t know what she actually did want to do… besides chase down villains in the night, of course.
”I wish it was as easy as dinner and calling it even.” The words were hard to get out because the regret was crushing. ”It’s all on the official paperwork, you know? Otherwise I won’t get my overtime hours paid.” And money was a struggle everyone understood.
Raine at least picked up her smock and also recovered the ball, the very last toy of the day. That needed to go in the “to be sanitized” bucket, since Malia had mouthed on it.
> ”Sounds like you do great work with them. Which only makes me wanna apologize more, Raine.”
”These aren’t my kids, but… while they’re here they kinda are. Maybe that’s stupid to say to a real mom, but I just love this age group.” She did have the odd whiny parent and there were days when the kids never seemed to be satisfied, but every day that Raine worked was a day she felt fulfilled. She didn’t have swanky clients or appointments, but at least she didn’t have to dress up. Now without her smock, she was just in a long sleeved teeshirt and jeans like any other man on the street.
>”Thank you for watching her, Raine. I’ve just been… a bit overwhelmed trying to restart here.”
Friendship or fishing for sympathy? While Stephanie had been gathering Malia’s things, Raine put the last toy in its place and gathered the paperwork before stepping out into the hall beside the mom. The super mega gorgeous and almost certainly taken mom, Raine reminded herself before she put her foot in her mouth.
"That’s a mood. I’m just now able to work after all the immigration BS they put displaced universers through. At least they didn’t put us in cages, though." Flea bag hotels and temporary shelters overflowing, Raine had been welcomed with open hands by this world’s mutants. She’d been lucky.
It wasn't a bad day, all things considered, but it did end up being a double shift. Bonus. Overtime pay. Negative. Her feet here so, so tired of being inside of shoes. Raine had called around and called a few more times to double check, but no one else wanted to come in. Luckily, the kids mostly cleared out early leaving the adults time to clean and pack things away. Only a few straggler were left by 5 o'clock so Raine let the aide go home a bit early.
And the same stragglers were left by 6:00. Oliver's mom showed up at 5:01 to scoop up the sleeping puddle of limp little boy. Children could sleep with such abandon that it was remarkable. The mom chatted momentarily with Raine about his day and then it was only Malia and Raine left.
At 6:06 Raine started to worry if Malia's mom had gotten hurt. She'd promised up and down this morning that she would be back and she would be on time. The blonde rolled a ball to Malia. Malia swat at it until it rolled sideways. Malia wailed a bit and grabbed after it, but her arms would not reach. She wasn't really crawling well yet so she sat, stubbornly swatting toward the ball until Raine pushed it back.
Malia immediately smacked it away again.
"It kinda do be like sometimes." Raine nudged the ball back and this time Malia picked it up to give it a good slobber. "What do you think? Another tooth?"
Sounds of quick walking brought Raine and Malia's attention to the front hallway. Malia, like so many other kids, lit up whens he saw her mother. Unlike other kids, it was more than just a smile. She hadn't glowed all day and Raine had sort of wondered if she'd been pranked about being a mutant.
Now, she positively glowed.
"It's okay. It seems to happen to everybody at least once. C'mere, hon." She held out her arms to the glowbaby and Malia leaned in for a quick scoop up. She pointed to Stephanie and declared "Mama!" at the rate of a machinegun. Raine wasn't enthusiastic about the lateness, she'd been here for a full days work and a half already, considering that she opened this morning.
"It is so clear that she loves you. Right Malia?" Raine waited for hot mom Stephanie to sign the front desk paper and time stamp it, politely waiting for her hands to be free before handing back her child. "The front desk will add the time to your bill, if you were worried. They don't miss a dime, sorry."
Now that Raine's hands were free, she took a second to peel off her smock. It was a lot like a nurse's top, a unisex,featureless, and utilitarian rag. It also had seen cleaner days, so taking it off made Raine feel so much more like a person again. Her previously neat ponytail was askew. Her white shoes were still white, but the socks told the story that something had been spilled and they'd been wiped down. "She told me all about you while you were gone. Let's see... "
Raine wadded the smock in her hands as she looked around at the cleaned room for reminders about the pertinent moments of the day. "We had some crackers for a snack at 5, and I changed her diaper just after that so she'll probably be good for a while. She had a great first day, honestly. Took a nap like a champion with her spider."
Just the one ball to pick up and the paperwork and then Raine could also get out of here.
Ah Raine knew that sharp mom tone. She hadn't meant it like that. Hell, she was a mutant herself, but since she wasn't willing to disclose that fact... Raine helped Malia wave as a way to keep her from grabbing her hair again. But waving was not enough.
She breathed in when Stephanie leaned in. Why? Maybe to say something, she wasn't sure because she caught a waft of what must have been the other woman's shampoo. So she ended up holding her breath after as Stephanie took a cute moment with her daughter. She was thinking totally pure thoughts, totally and perfectly child-holding appropriate thoughts.
"Uhm. You can come whenever." Phrasing. Oh, awful terrible phrasing. Raine's voice grew less reedy as she bulldozed past the well of embarrassment that tried to bubble up and consume her from within. She had to keep it together just a little longer. "We're open until 6pm. There's a clause about late fees to be careful about. It's $5 per minute you're late after close. So long as you are here before then, it's all good."
"Raine!" She turned and saw the aide was holding two crying kids apart as if they'd been slapping each other.
"We will be fine, mom! Have a good day!" She helped Malia wave and turned to help wade through children with Malia still on her hip. Holding usually made the transition for kiddos easier.
"What's wrong with your face? You look flushed- you're not... you're not getting sick are you?"
Only sick in the head.
"I'm fine. Just... did you not see that hot mom?" She did try to keep her voice down just in case, but.... hoooo.
"No, it's great." Raine enthused about the spider because it was great. "It's got all those legs which are great for grabbing, grip strength, eye-hand coordination. All that. You're both lucky and unlucky that she's attached. You might want to go buy 3 more of these guys." When it came to babies, it was easy to talk. She'd done about 12 hours of coursework to be able to be in here at the level she was. Psych class hadn't been a total bust.
And Stephanie passed the first test with flying colors. She didn't freak out. She still had time to bust into tears as she left, but for now Raine was happy to give Malia a little tummy poke. That earned her a one-dimpled smile endearing enough for Raine to return in kind. One dimple.
So it was a bit jarring to have a bit of real world dropped in her lap.
"Wh-what?" They couldn't ask, technically, on the forms, but children so rarely manifested in non-physical ways that this was... surprising. Raine held Malia out to give her a quick once over. Had she missed seeing a tail or something?
And most importantly, was it a threat?
> "...Occasionally she will glow..."
Raine sighed and brought Malia back into the crook of her arm and balance don her hip. Was that all? "I'm guessing it's not, like... radioactive or anything." Then they'd be quarantined, right? That was definitely what would have happened in her home universe.
"We're going to have to find you a blackout curtain for a blanket, huh?" A glowbaby. It was unusual, but she could roll with that. Malia grabbed onto Raine's ponytail and gave it a decent tug, but that was easy to detangle when the hands were clean. "Can you wave to mom, Malia? We're going to have some animal crackers in a bit and we'll be just fine."
"--and I hope you realize that you're going to have to call in someone else."
"We will. Someone else will come in and we'll have a comfortable buffer so we don't have to turn anyone away. Besides, today might be rough, yeah, but the room isn't at capacity. It's just that we're low on caretakers today. You want a job tomorrow, right?"
Frankie, who'd just opened a diaper to check, had found a present. "I don't know..."
"It'll be great." Attitude was half the battle. Raine made one day. She was gonna make Frankie's day by convincing someone who wasn't sick to come in. It was going to work.
Malia. Malia. After finishing her half of the checks and one or two changes, Raine went to grab a fresh name tag... and then realized that she didn't know how to spell Malia. It could be two L's. Was she a y kind of parent? Raine adjusted her pony tail higher because couldn't decide. But she didn't have to. There was paperwork for a reason.
"Thank you... Stephanie? You said, I think?" She had to play it cool. Couldn't freak out and prove that she'd been running the name back and forth through her brain like floss so she wouldn't forget it. Thus far, she was totally keeping it together better... until, of course, she realized that Stephanie had lips. Like. Nice ones?
"Spider. Uh! I mean, I love hers, Malia's." This was ridiculous. She had one mouth and one brain, but it somehow felt like she had two left tongues and one heart that kept trying to squeeze its way past. She wrote M-a-l-i-a on the name plate and passed it over to Stephanie.
And now, the moment of truth, Raine held out her hands with a reassuring smile. This part, at least, she had done enough times that should couldn't possibly mess it up. "I can hold Malia while you choose a cubby. I know it's on the paperwork, but is there anything major to note? A blankie she just can't live without or major allergy?"
Talking to babies was thus far, an easier task than talking to an attractive woman. Normally Raine could keep it together. Boys, girls, roach-humanoids. She'd faced down bad guys with guns. Somehow this one, singular human being was throwing her entirely out of whack.
"You have no idea." Raine melted against the front counter. Words were hard. She was lucky that this woman had come to her work where she had a door to hide behind and not jumped her in a dark alley. Raine would have had no chance, then. Or... maybe then it'd be better.
"I'm sorry." She caught a glimpse of the aide and pulled herself together. This really was no moment to fall apart. They had to do a diaper check before first snack. "Millicent is in the three to five year old room." Raine saw that the daughter had inherited the same brown hair, only with the unfettered curl that came with baby hair.
If you agree, she has to come back. The foolish, selfish part of her helpfully supplied.
Raine sighed.
What was one more?
"There's a release form you can sign... If you can just wait a little bit longer." Raine turned toward the wall with the magnet guarded paperwork and saw her aide's eye bulge out of their sockets. She walked a bit faster. If this was her first day, they had a whole packet to fill out, actually. She should invite her in...
"Here." Raine slapped a 'get to know you' packet, an allergy form, a ratio disclaimer form, a pen, and a smile in front of the mom. "I'm Raine, by the way. Can you get this filled out while we do diaper checks? You can get little..." she waited for the girl's name to be supplied "she could probably be in by snack time."
Raine sashayed away to check diapers. The aide had a few hushed and clipped words like too nice and absolute sucker, but Raine was willing to endure that for the time being.
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Raine had wrestled little Kenlpo- Kelopy- Keylo? onto the changing station. So of course she already heard the next parent on their way down the hall. She rushed, squishing the chubby little arms back through the onsie and stripping him down to his- "Oh that is really, really heinous, Kelpy. Extra credit on eating there, buddy. Good job." Because what else could she do? It was in his hair, it was in each valley, and every single crevice.
She heard a feminine voice and that meant she was totally out of time, but not yet out of places to wipe. Raine redoubled her efforts.
"Uh- yeah! Just a second!" A mom would understand. If that were her baby, she'd want it to have a fresh diaper and new clothes, too. She grabbed the extra clothes and had to really stuff him in there. "I think I need to tell your mom you've grown."
Kynlon was set down on his belly to seal flop toward the toys and Raine was washing her hands.
"I'm on my way! I haven't forgotten you." She wiped her hands, found a hook for the bag, and then turned into a stupid, bumbling idiot. Because the woman at the door was amazing. She looked so... so cool. So put together and she had the paper Raine had lost and angels were singing... somewhere. All she did was walk over like the brunette had engaged a tractor beam.
"I- Thanks for patient. I mean- you being." How cringe was she being? Oh god. She was salivating. WHY WAS SHE SALIVATING!? "I- uh. We're out of ratio. That means, we- uhm. We're full. Because there's not enough people. Lots of babies." And Raine spied that this woman had a baby, too. Because of course she did. This was a daycare.
It wasn't Raine's first day on the job, but she was still in her probationary period. So why, why did they think it was a good idea to leave her in charge of the 1 year old room... by herself? There was an aide, but Raine didn't envy the part-time girl. She was swamped in sobbing, drooly kids who were both try to grab her book and also too sad to listen to the story she was reading.
"I'm sorry the sign in sheet is just... gone. It-it's the Holidays, I guess there's a lot of people that are sick or-"
"I don't really care if you have the right papers or whatever so long as you take him, the diapers, I packed snacks- don't let that Milton kid eat our snacks."
Raine accepted the cherubic child, the overflowing bag, the instruction and... "Oh uh- he's got a diaper, huh?"
"Thank you! I'll try not to be late in picking him up this time!"
The back of him... oh no. It was squished all up the back. Raine didn't even know his name, just the name of the baby that supposedly ate all his snacks for him. By the heft of his jowels, Raine figured that missing just one snack wasn't going to deplete him of all energy. She started to call out to the mom who was walking away, but then she spotted it... the sign in paper. It had fallen in front of the daycare window, down onto the tiled entryway floor.
That could wait, hypothetically.
"Wipes. Wipes. There are supposed to be wipes in this bag." And a name. Scrawled in Sharpie on each item in the bag was what looked like the word 'kelp' or maybe 'Kylo' of the StarFight persuasion. And of course no wipes. What if he was allergic to aloe? She would be able to know that if she knew his name...
Was it a bit too on the nose to share what she did with her super hero name? Zero fretted often about that. But it wasn't like knowing a thing and experiencing a thing would ever really be the same.
Like firmly holding onto the slippery arm of a sweaty man. Zero could do without some experiences, she decided. That was why his tether went toward the wall.
The tether on the statue went toward the opposite wall because Zero had to keep her tethers straight if she was going to double up and that'd get pretty embarrassing to gravity right when she meant to gravity wrong.
Only a few snags in the plan, really. The man was spun around, pushed toward her, the flashlight was... what? What was that? The tether that Zero had readied to ensure the safety of either man or statue was instead lobbed at the flash of silver that snaked toward her. Zero threw the tether left? No. Right. The opposite way from the way she'd thrown the guard. Then he'd be free of it, too right?
No tricks? Was she seriously supposed to agree to that? Zero had never really pulled off a hostage situation. Or, actually tried to negotiate one. "I'm less than pleased because I'm doing the right thing, and you're still gonna get away with doing the wrong thing. Am I supposed to be happy about that?"
There were too many things to keep her eyes on. The statue, it didn't appear to be harmed but she hadn't actually seen it up close yet or even touched it. The man, he was sweating profusely. That didn't mean he wasn't worth saving, it just meant he was gross. The shadow woman, she was tall and other than the hint of a hip and a suggestion that she had a figure, Zero couldn't see too much. She was eclipsed behind her sweaty meatshield. Zero was surprised to see her face, despite there being a mask. She'd thought that her opponent might stay in her shadowy harder to see form the whole time. What she could see was incredibly normal, probably the same as her own exposed facial skin: not enough identifying features to make it worth covering.
And all the while she edged closer. Just an inch at a time. Hands out with invisible tether ends held in reserve.
There was a catch to this. There had to be a catch to this, right?
> "You know, sugar, I don't think I caught your name..."
"Zero." She watched the guard's eyes as she said it, introducing herself to him as well. In her eyes was the promise of his safety. "Zero Gravity."
Zero tossed both tethers to stick onto the far walls to her left and right. She would double tether whatever needed yanking out of her enemy's hands more: the man or mcguffin.
Zero was too late to save the first fallen guard. She cringed when he took a kick to the head despite the fact that it wasn't her being hit. She'd nursed head injuries before. They were weird in effect and if he actually lost consciousness, there could be serious damage. Zero hoped the man was faking it because losing consciousness wasn't like that in the movies, but this was real life.
"Don't hurt them."
She tripped to a stop over a ceiling pockmarked with pot lights, catching herself with her hands against the ceiling as she fell. From her vantage point, the predicament was much the same. Could Zero hit the McGuffin at this range? She could easily catch the guard. That wasn't going to be an issue. She might need to drop her personal tether to have the versatility.
"C'mon. That's a no brainer arrangement. Let's just get this over and done with." Zero tapped herself and then dropped a tether onto the ground beneath her so that she could push off the ceiling and drift in zero g. It gave her a better angle. Two tethers used, but her own safety was better. Zero tossed one tether onto the guard as soon as she was sure she could hit him squarely. All tethers used.
Zero dropped her two tethers and landed on her feet, quickly tossing a tether to the statue and continuing to hold the open tether of the guard's gravity in her hand without placing it. Until she stuck either one, were doing exactly nothing. But Zero wanted to see. Just how bad was this badguy?
