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.
The taller blonde answered the smaller woman's kiss with slender fingers pushed into Emma's hair. Though Jack would sign to admit it, she missed romance and craved stuff like this, casual affection, like something awful. Spaghetti was served, they migrated into the living room, and movies were proposed. Lavender eyes slid appraisingly over the options… She wasn't much for rom-com’s… Ultimately she requested the suspense thriller.
>> "I used my Mom's homemade tomato sauce recipe. I really like it and I hope you do too. If you don't, I can always cook something else for you."
“I'm sure it will be wonderful,” Jack reassured her host.
The prawn fumbled with the fork momentarily, nimble fingers twirling it too thoroughly. Human hands were perhaps a little too deft. Once she managed to get a forkful of spaghetti, Jack took a bite. It was good! With a closed mouth smile, she nodded encouragingly at Emma. It was good. Definitely good.
Her gaze turned towards the screen, periodically flicking towards the plate to wrangle more spaghetti noodles. Idly, she wondered how long the human form would last… it was a nice respite, and all that accompanied the new look, too. She'd only just met Emma, though. Jack kept mentally repeating that to herself. They'd only just met.
Jack smiled sheepishly as she danced with Devon, the music fluidly switching to something they could definitely swing dance to.
“Quite duh get-togedder, Hadden,” she said warmly, dipping her head towards his, “Sigured you could use sun cun’any out here.”
Like all good things, the song came to an end.
“Could di’ you, no trou’le,” she threatened teasingly, motioning as if she would really don't dip him. Jack didn't actually know how to do it, she just liked to periodically tease Devon. Jack stepped back genially, releasing Devon and bowing to him.
Jack held the door open, extending her free arm into the apartment, motioning for Jude to come in. The foyer shot diagonally past a handful of closed doors, leading into the great room. There was a distinct kitchen, dining, and living area, each sparsely but practically furnished. The foyer led past four closed doors, and opened up into living room/kitchen/dining area. In the living room, a sectional couch bracketed a round coffee table, facing a medium-sized flatscreen t.v. Upon the coffee table, there were a few paperbacks, old mail, a laptop. There was a small, round table with four chairs in the kitchen, devoid of clutter. At the far end of the unit, a balcony.
The apartment was distinctly nicer than her previous abode, but just as pragmatic with the decor.
Jack followed Jude smilingly, listening as he recounted where he'd been and what he'd done since they'd last seen each other.
>> "I got a couple random jobs that didn't end up lasting too long, but now I work security for this place, actually. The Haven building. I just do the clerical stuff, but I saw your picture go by when we entered you into the security system. I hope it's okay to just drop by..."
To think their paths would split and then cross again like this.
"You work here?" Jack clicked in disbelief, "I nan-age duh clu' downstairs."
Maybe he already knew that, though. She wasn't sure how thorough their background checks were.
"You're al'ays nor den wel-cun to swing 'y," the prawn was, burbling with delight, "You know dat."
Jack was trying to play at cool, but the sense of relief, of delight over seeing Jude here in the flesh, was barely containable. She wanted to tell him everything, but how? Jack pried her eyes off of him, stalking out of view into the L-shaped kitchen.
Jack at Javier, her expression something soft and yielding. It didn't take much for her friend to convince her of it.
"I'd 'e down sore it," she said placidly. The worst that'd happen is she wouldn't like the design. But Javi was a friend, and she doubted he'd make her look like a fool, "I nean, you know what I like..."
"It's fine, it's better now," the blonde said quickly, slightly embarrassed by the fact that she'd choked on soda, "I'm fine. It just surprised me."
The taller blond watched as the other woman worked, flitting about her kitchen. Jack would be lying if she said that her gaze hadn't wandered over Emma as she retrieved spices. Jack had opted for spaghetti because it wa a pretty basic dish... but judging by the degree of spices Emma was fishing-out, Jack might have still walked into a demanding recipe.
"I'm not picky," the prawn said complacently, smiling as she twirled a lock of hair around her finger. She'd hate to ask for a specific sauce, only to have it be something that Emma wouldn't want to eat later...
Jack inclined her head as Emma listed her interests. She seemed pretty well-rounded, honestly. More than Jack anyways. She even offered to go to the movies with her. Jack rubbed the back of her neck coyly. Out to the movies... how? Like a date?
"Could be fun," the taller woman murmured, a smile quirking at the corner of her lips. Something about the offer felt unreal... human skin, a steamy shower, a hot-cooked meal... and now a date?
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Jack stood by patiently as the kid sputtered. Poor thing. Maybe he'd manage to trip over a name so that the prawn could point him in the right direction. Idly, Jack wondered who he might really be here for... she at least knew most of her neighbors by their first name, though she only *really* knew Sveta.
>> "Once upon a time, you shared a sandwich with a kid in an alleyway. He busted out of his clothes when he copied your power?"
There was a pregnant pause-- at least, it felt that way to Jack-- she didn't exactly go around giving sandwiches to people in alleyways, particularly adolescents. The specificity of the scenario brought Jude hastily to mind.
Yes, of course, she remembered him. A hand rose to the prawn's mouth, her eyelids flaring a fraction in disbelief. How was that... even possible? Of course, there were ways to be found, Jack knew that-- that wasn't her question-- how... how was he there?
Thankfully, Jude rambled-on, for the prawn was left reeling in dissonance.
>> "Uhm. Hi? It's nice to meet you, I guess. I'm Jude. I brought- I mean I wanted to say thank you. Now that I'm back on my feet and stuff."
"Jude," the prawn echoed, her tone quavering in disbelief. He was there, really there, on her threshold. Jack couldn't stop herself. Two, massive arms wrapped around the kid, squeezing him in a heartfelt hug, "Kid, it's good to see you! You look diss-erent all squishy and hyu-nan."
She patted him on the back and released him, tears welling in her eyes. One who knew know better might say that Jack was simply touched by the reunion. This was by no means inaccurate, but... as Jack drank in his appearance, something else was still reeling through her brain. 'I thought you were dead. I watched you die.'
Or, at least, someone she'd thought was Jude... but she was really relieved it hadn't been him.
"'lease, cun in," the prawn insisted, "Don't wanna leaz you in duh hallway holdin' down duh car-tet."
The corner of the prawn's eyes crinkled at Ranger's affirmation... this wasn't her element, she was trying hard to find a niche for herself and failing horribly. She wasn't a partier. Her job was to make sure peoples' parties didn't get too unruly, not to partake in them. After the lukewarm reception to her attempt to talk to Svetlana, Noel dismissed herself, Ranger and Svetlana started talking about speaking Russian. Jack assumed the next logical step would be for them to start speaking Russian to one another...
Jack slipped-off as surreptitiously as a seven-and-a-half foot neon-crustacean could. She was so, so out of her element. But the only real familiar face besides Sveta (who was preoccupied with Michael) and Nate (who was preoccupied with a rather cute redhead), was Devon... and Devon was dancing. Jack could've just as easily gravitated towards a table off to one side, found one of her tucked-away paperbacks, but she needed someone familiar to glom-on to. And Devon was navigating the dancefloor like a lone pioneer.
The prawn let the music draw her towards her friend and confidante, the bass pulsing through her carapce. The strobe lights were... dizzying... but she weathered them like a champ. When she happened to catch Devon's eye, the prawn cracked a winsome smile. Who would have thought that the mild-mannered prawn would be the second to venture out to the dancefloor? She dipped at the knees, doing her best to keep with the rhythm, all but beaming at Devon as she drew closer.
She didn't have the same fluidity of motion as Devon, but the heart was there-- a shake of the hips here, a shimmy there-- her hands flexed, uncertain of where to settle. Should they go on her own hips? In the air? The only thing she'd seen in Chrysalis was shameless grinding, and that... well, sufficeth to say, Jack wasn't interested in that.
The only real dancing experience she had was a handful of swing-dancing classes she'd taken with Zinnia, and even then, Jack was rusty. Still... it'd be funny to see if Devon would take the bait. During the courses, the prawn had of course fulfilled the male part. Jack teasingly extended a hand to her friend (boss? landlord?). Should he accept, one primary hand would slide around his waist, and the other would take his hand in hers. And Jack would whisk her dear friend off into a slightly-above-beginner swing-dance step... though her confidence might suggest more experience than she held.
Should he decline, Jack would brush it off. Somehow. She hadn't quite worked it out yet.
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Despite having lived in Devon's complex for almost a year, the newness of Jack's apartment was jarring. Her last place (the place she'd accidentally blown-up) had been really low-tech, a hole-in-the-wall brick building that, in the event there was a visitor, they'd either need a cell phone or a fine pair of lungs to holler up at a resident's window. In Devon's building, there was a whole paging system accessible from a few key points...
The prawn didn't get many pages. Sometimes from Devon... sometimes from Emma... but otherwise, her intercom was mostly silent. As such, when it sputtered to life, the young woman nearly jumped out of her skin. It was just one of the security guys... saying that she had a visitor. Huh, that was annoyingly vague enough. She did appreciate the extra level of security, even if the intercom system gae her a heart attack every time.
"...'kay," the prawn replied simply, pressing the button to reply. The security guys were pretty diligent. It was probably Emma... who, for a friend (with benefits) certainly visited a lot. Regardless, Jack wriggled into some clothes with the time she was allotted... a tank top that didn't stink, boxers, cargo shorts. Very casual. She didn't even bother with a surgical mask.
Minutes later, there was a knock, and the prawn padded to the door, peering through the peephole. She saw a blur of pink and purple. She unlocked door, pulling it open, and was greeted by... flowers.
"I-" Jack began. The remark, "I never took you to be a romantic," was on the tip of her tongue. But the pile of tousled brown hair just barely visible over the spray of blooming flowers clued Jack into the fact that this miiiight not be Emma.
"Hi," the prawn elected to say instead. Last Jack checked, she didn't have any young, male suitors. Maybe he had a wrong apartment? (And of course, she wouln't recognize him, because when she'd known him, he'd been much... spiny-er, "Nay I hel' you?"
The taller blonde fussed with the pop tab of the soda can, cracking the beverage open. Carbonation hissed at her through the opening, and Jack pried further. She sniffed at the drink. The flagrantly artificial and vaguely citrus scent greeted her. Not the acrid chemical scent that she was used to discerning with her antennae. Jack took an eager swig and immediately sputtered. After going more than a decade without drinking soda, even the mild carbonation of orange soda was a little too much.
“Excuse me,” Jack said, grasping for a paper towel. Her nose stung from the sudden cough. She mopped at her mouth in embarrassment, and tried again, this time preparing herself for the sting. It was… good! Harsh and vaguely orange-ish and bubbly.
“The artificial flavoring is usually too much for me… my mutation makes it taste like sludge,” Jack explained. She took another swig. Wow.
Emily rattled off a list of potential things to eat, and sufficed to say, the prawn was overwhelmed by choice. It all sounded amazing. Jack reminded herself that she was in the company of a stranger, however, and eating in their dime.
“Spaghetti would be wonderful.”
Emma casually inquired as to Jack's hobbies, while the would-be prawn idly twirled a lock of hair.
“Exercise…” the woman replied, “And woodworking. I enjoy a movie every now and again, too. You?”
The taller blonde smiled at the compliment, but said nothing. It was an unfamiliar… or perhaps “forgotten”... experience to be called “beautiful”. Not “cool” or “weird” like some sort of spectacle… but “beautiful”. Emma kissed her, at which Jack smiled and did not withdraw. This whole thing still felt so surreal…
“Citrus Crash?” Jack asked, trying to think of the least acerbic soda possible. It'd been easily a decade or two since she'd drank soda, and trying to take-on Cola Coca right out of the gate couldn't end well. She couldn't think of any food off the top of her head, particularly since she didn't know what food Emma had.
“I'm pretty easy when it comes to food,” Jack said noncommittally. Honestly, she couldn't ask too much. She refused to.
Soon enough, Skye went slack against the larger woman... she quieted down, her breathing evened-out. She was down for the count. So she was one of those "fast to fall asleep" types, huh? Jack closed her eyes, smiling, but she didn't drift off, right away. She let her mind wander, for a bit.
Ever since last summer, when she'd pulled that disappearing act, the prawn had neglected the romantic part of her life. Pre-Zinnia, there hadn't even been a "romantic" part to tend too. Now, with explosive punches added to the mix, Jack was even less-inclined to find someone. But... laying with someone nestled close, like this... wasn't half-bad. It might not be so terrible to find someone, again.
After that, the prawn's thoughts grew murkier and less distinct, before she, too, surrendered to sleep.
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More people were joining them... just like that... Jack's gaze glommed-on to Svetlana, her neighbor and perhaps even her friend. Both of the ladies were gorgeous, but Sveta was familiar, and thus a welcomed sight to behold. The brunette... the prawn was unfamiliar with. She looked at Jack as though the prawn was a piece of her least favorite food. When the two women had joined them, Jack nodded to the both of them. Something about the look in the brunette's eyes made the prawn hesitant to greet them aloud.
The brunette greeted Michael... then Jack, which earned a second nod. Props to her for offering her hand for a handshake. The prawn extended her own primary hand, and lightly... briefly... shook the other woman's hand.
Noel, huh. She made light about Michael giving Jack trouble, and helping if the prawn ever needed it. Jack nodded again, a wry laugh stopping just short of her nasal bridge. Michael didn't seem like the kind of person that would give her trouble, but the gesture was appreciated.
"Shanks," the prawn clicked warmly. She looked towards Svetlana, inclining her head, "How you likin' dis... shindig?" Maybe Svetlana was the type who actually enjoyed parties, and Jack could trail after her.
Jack rumbled churlishly as Javier countered her remark about flattery, but there was a smile in her eyes. They both knew that flattery couldd get Javier somewhere, and had gotten him somewhere in the past. The prawn inclined her head as Javier spoke, interest piqued.
>> "I mean, I could design you some. Some things that are not... altered from other things."
"I don't-"
>> "Nothing flashy! You don't... really need flashy. But at this point, it might be easier than doing all the alterations?..."
The prawn took a moment to process what Javier was saying. It was a kind offer for him to make, really it was... and Jack really knew nothing about alterations or sewing or any of that crap.
"Would it really 'e easier den altering duh clothes?" she asked, leaning against the counter, "I'd sink dat designing sings 'd take longer..."
If you looked at it from a woodworking standpoint (which was honestly the only basis of comparison Jack had), repairing the leg of a table would be much more straightforward than crafting a totally new table, right?
And of course, the most practical question begged to be asked, "What would duh diss-erence in cost look like?"
"Works sore nee," the prawn breathed, smiling back. The idea of "moving" didn't sound appealing to her, not in the least bit. Skye nestled closer, and a contented purr escaped the prawn. She burrowed her muzzle in the smaller woman's hair.
Skye said something about the light show, and Jack huffed in a amusement.
"No trou'le at all," she assured the smaller woman, "Iss you can endure cuddling sun-sing as shar' as nee, I can totally weather sun lights here or dere."
Really, Jack had no idea how Zinnia had ever managed to get cozy against her carapace.
