The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
She stuck the statue to the guard who shouted in surprise when something expensive followed him at double gravity, but Zero didn't have time to celebrate her victory. She went for a strike on the shadow and then her whole world sort of changed.
Zero eeped as her tether dragged her back toward the wall where she'd tethered her gravity. Just because she’d suddenly changed positions didn’t meant that the tether had ended. Only jumping more than a city block would do that and judging by the art on the walls, they’d only just gone back inside somewhere. Zero dropped all her tethers in a panic. She'd been separated from the shadow, falling backwards and up towards the ceiling so when the tether dropped, she landed on her feet.
”Tricky.” Very tricky. She threw a tether, but a wall appeared to catch it. Zero dropped that and sent a fresh tether to the ceiling just as someone called for her to stop.
Zero flicked off her running lights and ran across the ceiling, vaulting over decorative wooden beams.
Aw hell no. She was not going to get blamed for this. She saved the statue thing. That guard had better be holding on tightly.
Zero enjoyed the rush, hear hair whipped up around her face and the shadow... She couldn't be sure, but Zero liked to imagine that the shadow held a certain amount of panic in her eyes. The shadow girl didn't drop the statue, to Raine's dismay, but she did contort herself around Raine to the degree that the X-woman was comfortable dropping all previous tethers. No more falling up for the statue. No more falling toward her for the shadow.
There was always a moment of doubt. Would it work? Would this be the one time when her power just... didn't? But it always did.
Zero tethered herself to the side of the building again, her momentum making her stumble toward the actual ground for a moment, but if she fell, she would fall sideways into the building. Not down.
"Ah foo, you're no fun."
She skidded and heard a sickly crunch as she stepped onto the edge of the broken glass hole that the shadow had broken out for her escape. That was what gave Zero the idea to quickly reach for the statue with both hands to attach a quick double tether or wrestle it out from the shadow's hands so that she could toss it in the broken museum window. If she could return it now that would be so extra handy. If she couldn't get the statue, Zero wasn't above double tethering Miss Shadow to the guard. Either way, she hoped that something was getting yeeted back into the museum.
A security guard from inside, left to guard the opening no doubt, shouted in surprise.
She didn't realize how much she'd missed witty repartee until she was getting called 'girl scout' again to her face. As if it were an insult. Hah. Little did miss bad girl know, Raine was a habitual candy striper and hospital volunteer. Or... did she know. Did she know?
They collided and even this close to her quarry, Raine was unsure if she could ID the woman beyond the obvious. Shadow powers? Yeah, that'd be the obvious tell. Otherwise, there was no telling who she was.
> "Take this as no offense, but I don't like getting this close, sugar. Commitment issues."
"Aw, I was really hoping we could get to know to know each other."
They struggled momentarily and, while the woman's attention was on reclaiming her prize, Raine did what she did best.
She laughed off gravity.
"If you can't accept my love, then it's time to get dramatic, I guess."
Raine whooped and jumped backwards off the side of the building.
Where she went, her catch was soon to follow. She was hoping to again shock the art out of her hands. Raine had one gravity tether left. She would wait until the last second possible to use it, if she had to.
It was the glass breaking that finally alerted Raine to which way the thief was going. Aww was the poor thief up against a wall because of security? She bounded toward the sound and skidded to a stop when something beat her to the edge of the building.
Raine crouched with a tether at the ready and was only derailed for a brief moment when she first saw it... her? A writhing mass of shadows bubbled up the wall and formed up into a sort of feminine form... a feminine form holding a... something. It wasn't too big and it wasn't a painting. It was probably art, right? Why else would it be out?
"Hi, did you like the presents I put on your tail downstairs?"
The LEDs on her suit buzzed to life, illuminating Raine's smile. There was no point left in hiding. In fact, she wanted the police to see and find them. Raine launched her first tether, which looked like a whole handful of nothing, unsure if it would stick to shadow or go through it. The shadow was holding something, so it could touch things. She tapped herself as the other point of gravity. If it worked, they'd be drawn toward each other.
As a second thought, just in case the first thought failed, she threw a back up tether at what she thought might be the art. Raine twisted and tossed the "down" gravity point for the art piece at the brick chimney behind her.
If that worked, she would then be between the thief and the object being stolen. Hopefully it wouldn't get too banged up falling that far. And hopefully she could get the thief to drop it... somehow.
From the rooftop, Raine could see no obvious break in traffic or a blinking neon light that indicated a getaway car. She was 99% sure she'd seen inhumanly possible things happening inside so that meant mutant. A car might not be necessary to escape. Unfortunately, she couldn't cover every exit, but she could dance on her toes in a boxer shuffle to try to keep warm while she watched the rooftop.
Would they go up or down? How many were there? She had to be ready in case the guards bit off more than they could swallow in chasing a mutant. She would clean up whatever they let go, assuming that she could find their exit point.
She strained to hear something, anything, but there were floors between the action and where she waited. Front or back exit? Up or down? It was all a guess at this point, but she had to put her chips down somewhere. So she waited on the rooftop where she might possibly get the most coverage of her options.
Blocks away, a lone cop car was struggling up through the traffic. It could take half an hour, it could take them ten minutes. Either way, they were probably going to be too late to catch the thieves and definitely too late to catch Raine... not that she had to run from the police in this universe. But some of Impact's rules were just good practice over all, she decided.
No. What was happening inside the museum, regardless of it being far away and hard to see, was definitely not normal. Was it a theft in progress? It was looking more and more that way, as a statue was making its way off a pedestal seemingly all on its own. No alarms sounded. Weren't there precautions in place for this kind of stuff?
Raine looked around for her best option. She'd already discounted breaking a window. She didn't want to be on the hook for potential damages. A security guard, then. She got up and ran toward the bobbing flashlight that was on the same floor as the potential problem. She ran right over him, flicked the switch on her costume so her LEDs blazed to life and stomped on the glass near his face.
The flashlight spun out of the guards hands and away onto the floor. Erg! If only she could get that flashlight to go through the door into the statuary. But she couldn't throw tethers through glass as far as she knew. Raine stomped again and pointed before running up the windows toward the roof. He was no doubt making a fuss on the radio, but all his attention was gonna be in the wrong place.
Raine flicked the switch on her suit again to go dark again. How did whoever get in? How did they plan to get out? If she could draw the guards attention to that place... maybe they'd do all the heavy lifting of catching the thief. Impact would be hella proud. It was the vigilante way: get in, facilitate justice, get out.
As interesting as it was to walk the halls of an empty art museum sideways, Raine was on the outside of the building and no respectable art museum put anything in reach of the destructive rays of the sun. So most of what she saw was the boring stuff, the glassware and the promotional posters for each section.
Raine paused at a more open juncture where her window gave her a decent view of the floor she was on and the open area of statues and street lamps below. She knelt on the window, trying to read the smaller text on a display where she could just barely see the edge of something stone— an arch or doorway or something? But, again, some unspecified movement caught her eye. She pressed her face against the glass, unable to get the right view, but there was... something.
Something was moving, she was almost sure of it. A darker patch of darkness inside a shadow of shade.
A part of her wanted to break the window and crash her way in, but A- windows were surprisingly hearty and there were a ton of pitfalls in that plan. Also, B- she wasn't a complete moron. If it was just a security guard groping around in the dark and looking for a change of batteries for his flashlight, she'd feel reeeeeal stupid.
But, since there was an alleged crime meant to take place today, Raine had her suspicions (and hopes) on high alert. She would also feel incredibly foolish if she let the bad guy walk away with whatever they'd come for. A good burglar wasn't going to be obvious about it.
She cupped her hands around her eyes to block out the extra lights from outside. This was New York, light pollution was the norm, but she needed her eyes to fully adjust so her brain could make sense of what was happening inside...
A second tether stopped Raine’s flight and restored her weightlessness in a more permanent, less holistic way. Her hair didn’t float. She didn’t get the stomach in the throat, rush of adrenaline, either. But she did hover in zero gravity, her superhero namesake.
Zero drifted between buildings, watching the dark hallways of the museum. All was quiet on the homefront. She curled up and hugged her knees. What was she doing here?
She’d sort of coasted after applying as a universal refugee, afraid to stray too far from the Mansion in case SUPER made a move on her. But she was a small fry, of no consequence in the grand scheme of things, and time had passed peacefully. She couldn’t be a mooch forever, and she clearly wasn’t a great fit for the main team.
But she’d only ever been a barista, otherwise. She had tried to get into the college swap program, but been derailed until her refugee status was confirmed. It felt like there was only one thing she was still kinda okay at: the vigilante game.
And even more presently, there was no obvious robbery in progress. So maybe that was a bust.
Either her being here scared them away or the tip wasn’t a thi-
She saw a flashlight swivel and then extinguish inside. Probably nothing, but it was literally the most exciting thing that had happened so far on this patrol. Zero dropped one tether and let gravity pull her to land with a soft glassy tunk on the side of the window. She walked, watching down through the glass that was her ground…
Was she seeing things? Or nothing at all? The shadows were playing tricks on her.
It wasn't that she hadn't thought about it. She had. A lot. But there was a difference in thinking and doing.
Tonight, Raine just needed to do something, X-men approved or not. That was how she was used to it going in Universe B, or whatever this place called the other side. They scheduled their times to do and then they did. They practiced. They patrolled. They fought bad guys in the street. They didn't have this weird peace where they ran a school and did team exercises and- and-
Raine savored a moment of weightlessness as she reached the apex of her swing and let go of her gravity tether. Her hair floated up around her in that perfect moment of stillness between the city's buildings, far above the noise of the street.
-and Earth's gravity applied to her too.
Raine was running dark today. She'd been able to use the X's resources in this universe to get a really professional version of her suit made, domino mask and and LEDs and everything she'd slipshod together now was L E G I T. She might have signed a figurine release, not that she'd seen any in stores. It was winter time and apparently ColdSteel was the big Christmas seller. Add on the new Frigid 2 princess movie and the girl that had no visible mutation and shared the face of a bad guy had no chance.
She had sort of joined the X-men here. Sort of not. Apparently she had the face of someone in this universe who'd done a lot of bad things. It made the vibe weird back at home base. That, and she somehow just couldn't connect. She was lost here in Universe A, still ungrounded. Still not evil, even if they made her prove herself a hundred times. When she was with the x-men here, it just felt all wrong. It wasn't her team and it didn't feel like a good fit. Nothing worked the same without her people.
Except her power. At least gravity still worked the same.
Her hair whipped straight up as she fell downward and the gentle, quiet evening air became a roar in her ears. Raine hurled a long throw of her invisible tether toward a far building, tapped her core, and enjoyed the change in direction. Her hair whipped back behind her now, and she got a better look at her surroundings.
The museum mile was just ahead, a future scene of crime if the x-tip was any good. Or maybe they were just testing her. Again. No. She wasn't going to steal anything. Or, even be tempted to. You'd have to be friggin crazy to challenge the security in there...
Posted by Raine on Jul 11, 2018 22:00:24 GMT -6
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Could Raine dance with short and cute Ms. Heels? The blonde had to strain and stretch to even pick out who Becca was even talking about. She knew she was a she from the heels comment, but it sent Raine's nerves all aflutter. Shes dances with other shes in her universe ALL THE TIME, sure. But Raine had not. She'd thought about it. Admired a few from afar. But she knew that there would be no keeping that from her family at home. Somehow they'd know and see it on her face or read it in her stars.
So while she'd confessed to Becca that she was bisexual, what she really meant was that she thought was pretty sure she was bisexual and hadn't especially had the excuse to explore that.
So. She had the flutters.
"What does wingwoman entail?" As cavalier as Raine was being about the bar experience, this was not her scene.
On campus parties where she could find a nook to debate someone about the merits of CGI in vampire films and then angry makeout? Sure!
Flirt across the counter or over the phone to customers? A daily staple!
Approaching someone who was a 9 or 10 while they stood at the bar?
"Don't you think she's a bit out of my league?" Raine probably wouldn't have said that about a man unless it was Adonis himself and even then she'd take a chance. She understood that dynamic. There just weren't the same societal rules for gay culture. Not that Raine knew of anyway.
"Kyahhhh! Damn right I did!" There were a few celebratory gestures that a more sober Raine would have thought better about. But she didn't want to be responsible Raine. Tonight, she wanted to laugh in the face of danger and thank every single star in heaven that she hadn't lost her job. Yet.
"Alright so that's one favor for me." She ticked the number off on her finger implying that there was the possibility of more later. Or maybe she just needed help counting to one. "My favor is..." That he was going to trust her? Nah. That'd be a waste because he was already on the hook for adventure. "I'm gonna have to think on that. I'll save it." Raine pantomimed putting her finger and the the favor it represented into her pocket.
And that was when she realized that she'd been stalling. There was an element of danger involved and it was wholly outside the realm of her instincts. Raine was a rules follower. Usually.
With her cheeks rosy pink and her head freshly abuzz, Raine stood and offered her devilish cohort her hand. "Have you ever been mountain climbing?" It was an innocent, wholly out of left-field question. Once he took her hand (surely he wouldn't leave her hanging, right?), she aimed to walk them outside and to the nearest overpass with a sidewalk. Wasn't one of hte rivers nearby? Hudson? Or... something...?
It was the end of the world. The end of her world.
As an alternate universe native, Raine had been following rip-related news with interest so when details came through that the science nexus gate of dimensional whatever was closing, it inspired more than a few feelings for Raine.
She didn't dare go back across the universe. Some SUPER agents might be here, but SUPER was born over there. Over there, it was way worse. She never got to say goodbye to her family. Or pack her bags. She hoped Rianne was doing okay. She hoped her credits were still going to be accepted for transfer, but she hoped her previously accumulated debt would not.
Not only was this a once-in-a-lifetime event. This was maybe even a once-in-a-universe event.
Raine left work the moment 4:59 ticked over to 5:00 and booked it to the flatiron building area. She wasn't the first one to get there, it looked like some plans had been cancelled unexpectedly and those would-be new world explorers were now left gawking. No one seemed to be going in or out as usual. In fact, no one seemed to be going in or out at all. The platforms had been pulled away. They were too low to reach where the wobbly nebulous border of the portal was now anyway. It was definitely smaller, and Raine intended to stay and watch until it was gone 100%. Just to make sure.
Someone spread out a picnic blanket. Another group had pulled chairs out. The mood was relaxed in the low traffic spot where Raine settled in with the other wait-it-outers. She'd grabbed a drink from the bodega on the way over, afraid to miss a thing. She didn't realize it was going to go so slowly.
People came and went. Giving up on it. Giving up on any excitement. One of the restaurants nearby turned in to an alternate universe radio station as the sun went down around 8pm. They played break up songs with ever degrading fidelity until sometime after 11:30 when a person's voice came over the speaker.
"I hear zzzzt-cult to transmit betwee-berhhhhhhh and I know I'm only a radio show host. But from the bottom of zzzzzt that brought our two worlds together. Here's a zzzzzzz that feels right. I sincerely hopberrrhhh.
Yesterday brought the beginzzzzzt-orrow brings the end, though somewhere in the middle we became the best of friends.
Goodbye fri-kerrrrhhhhhh.”
Raine, along with many others, stood to witness what must finally be the end.
There was no doctor to declare it dead, but the music from the speakers changed to something soft and local. The rip finished zipping itself back up and then drifted into nothingness like a fleck from a fire caught on a thermal updraft.
The rip had closed.
OOC: If you have a rip closing reaction, feel free to post it here! You do not have to physically be at the close! Feel free to watch on ViewTube or your favorite local TV station. You can even read about it in passing, days later. It took approximately 24 hours for the rip to close and this was a much quieter passing then the initial opening.
Oh. She had his attention, did she? Not before when he paid for a drink he apparently couldn't afford. Or when he moved a seat closer? Raine sipped on her second as she planned the best route for what she wanted. This New York was remarkably the same with a few notable differences. She had her eyes set on one big, glaring difference.
"Can I take this to go?" She was only kinda joking as she pointed at the still mostly-full beer. The bartender gave her a mixture of a head shake of disappointment and amused eyebrow raising. Okay. Well, that left only one option and that was going to kick tonight up an interest level.
"Race you to the bottom? Loser owes the winner a favor?" Raine figured she and Dante had about the same amount left. She raised her glass for a clink and then went to chug her second in a row beer. Whoever won the race didn't matter. They were both gonna be winners by the end of the evening, if Raine had anything to say about it.
She gasped out her satisfaction as soon as it was over and swiveled her head to check on Dante's progress. Did she win? She'd definitely tried.
Posted by Raine on May 8, 2018 14:20:55 GMT -6
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Anybody can write, but can you tell a complete story in just fifty words? I think this is a fun way to stretch our storytelling skills.
Here is a refresher on the rules: Look at the prompt, choose one of your characters, and write a short story that fits both the prompt and the character. You don't have to include the prompt itself in your submission, but it does have to obviously relate.
You get fifty words exactly. No more. No less.
If you have a suggestion for a future 50 Word Challenge prompt, PM me.
So are you up to the challenge? Good. Because here's the next one: That's madness.
> "Sae if Ah had ordered a gin an’ tonic tae start mah nicht?"
"Total disavowment! You'd remit your next month's rent and be out on the street!" As if Raine had such power. She hoped by the sh*t-eating grin she sported that it was all a silly joke. But just in case, she had to add. "Nah. Mostly it means you'd have to have at least a decent drink before we made out." And really. There was no danger of that until they were a few more drinks in.
Once she had her drink in hand, Raine could really relax and survey the lay of the land. There was the valley of dancing, they were loitering on the edge of the lake of imbibement, up high there appeared to be a little ring of semi-private booths on a second level-- Raine decided that was Mt. Doom. Neither of them should be going up there alone.
> "Ah’m nae here tae be swept off mah feet.”
"That the best, though. When you least expect it and when you stop looking, BAM! That's when love hits." Or lust. She probably meant lust. Still, the idea was totally romantic. A girl just out doing her thing and then whammo true love without even meaning to.
So that narrative meant they absolutely should not be looking. But it didn't hurt to scout things out first, right?
They needed a dancer for Becca. And... hmmm. What was she in the mood for today? "Let's find somebody fun-sized for me!" Raine indicated her height with her non-drink hand. There was something especially intimate about being the same height.
It took approximately 24 hours for the rip to close and this was a much quieter passing then the initial opening.