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.
Posted by Kirsi Crux on Dec 23, 2016 21:35:16 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
57
8
Jan 9, 2017 21:24:34 GMT -6
The newcomer's eyes widened. It was kind of disconcerting to watch, considering they were pitch black - really, it was more like watching a bug than an actual person. An especially pasty bug, that was.
"I am Valkyrie of Ragnarok," she said. That sounded legit, so Kirsi lowered her arm to her side. She took a moment to think about the name - if the girl was Ragnarok, there was a pretty good chance Kirsi would've at least heard of her in passing.
...nope. She had no idea who Valkyrie was. Maybe the winged mutant would elaborate?
"I am being here of official Ragnarok things. You are Huginn, yes?" The grammar was... bad, but as someone who also learned English as a second language, Kirsi sympathized.
"I am," she said slowly, still trying to figure out who exactly Valkyrie was - until the thought dawned on her that perhaps she wouldn't. Kirsi's eyes narrowed. "I was also under the impression that I was the only one on this job. I was certainly never informed about a Valkyrie, with whom I have never dealt with during all my time at Ragnarok." Her grammar was flawless - a petty intimidation tactic, but one that she'd seen work nonetheless.
Kirsi followed Valkyrie's line of sight as the girl whipped around, and immediately noted the figure running across the sand. As Valkyrie's attention was diverted, Kirsi brought the scope up to her eye to see... a naked man with something that only too much experience told her was a bomb, since she put the scope away rather quickly and tried very hard to not get more than a brief glance.
"Your partner is a pervert," Kirsi said, deadpan. The naked man was not a threat for now. As long as that bomb wasn't being brought in her direction, she didn't care. But the supposed Ragnarok member in front of her - that was an issue to resolve as soon as possible. Kirsi aimed the bullet back at Valkyrie's head. "If you are Ragnarok, you will be able to tell me this." Uh. Kirsi hadn't thought that far ahead. She desperately racked her mind for a question that a Ragnarok member, and only a Ragnarok member, would know the answer to.
It took her a moment, but when she thought of the question that fit the bill perfectly, it gave her no small sense of satisfaction. "When," Kirsi asked, slowly, calculatingly, and completely serious, "is the mandatory, annual faction-wide picnic?"
It was a brilliant question. No one outside of Ragnarok would ever bother to interrogate a Ragnarok member for that information, but every Ragnarok member would know, considering Cail sent them emails literally every month asking what they would bring. It was quite literally November, a good month after the last picnic on October 17th, and a solid eleven months until the next one, but Kirsi had still just gotten an email. There was no way Valkyrie, if she were actually Ragnarok, wouldn't know the date.
Posted by Kirsi Crux on Dec 10, 2016 22:01:48 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
57
8
Jan 9, 2017 21:24:34 GMT -6
It took exactly three steps for Kirsi to realize that she had absolutely no idea where she was going.
She stopped right in her tracks then, staring out at the expanse of machinery in front of her. Yes, she had a photo of her target, but there was a difference between being given a photo and sent to the city and being given a photo and dumped in the middle of the desert. Frowning, she took out her earbuds and stuffed them and the music player into her backpack, because she was going to get serious now.
She still had her scope in her hand, so she scanned the pipeline below her with it. There was literally nothing. All she could see was metal, and for some reason, not a single person. Either she was looking in completely the wrong place, or this was their break or something. No matter what was happening, that didn't bode well for her mission. At this point, she might have to actually reveal herself, but that wouldn't be the best option while dressed in desert camouflage -
There was a whoosh of sand behind her, and almost instantly, Kirsi had whipped around with a high-caliber sniper bullet in her palm, very clearly visible to whoever it was had just arrived.
How it was that somebody had managed to sneak up on her like that was immediately clear. Kirsi would've noticed footsteps, or someone walking that close to her, but of course she wouldn't have thought to look up for some winged, pasty girl. And when Kirsi called someone pasty, she really meant it, considering she had the skin tone of fresh printer paper.
"Who are you?" Kirsi said immediately, getting straight to the point. She wanted out of the desert as soon as possible, so the sooner she could deal with this problem, the sooner she could finish the job and actually get out. And this time, she wasn't telling anyone she'd finished the job until she was safely in Monaco or something. "And why are you here?" She added that part almost as an afterthought, after realizing that "who are you" really wasn't going to get her the most informative answer. They might actually get somewhere with that second question.
Posted by Kirsi Crux on Dec 8, 2016 19:40:55 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
57
8
Jan 9, 2017 21:24:34 GMT -6
It'd been an unfortunate past few months.
The whole Utopia thing had caused an unexpected influx of new customers. People were worried about so many things, and when it came to the rich, hitmen were often the go-to solution. Of course, it wasn't the "increased business" that Kirsi hadn't liked. She would never have a problem with more money. No, it was the fact that she was getting dumped in the most absurd locales to carry out said business.
For the last two weeks, she hadn't set foot outside the desert, and that was horrible. She had never hated sand so much before, and at this point, she was pretty sure even beaches were ruined for her. And just as she'd gotten excited about getting to go to the lovely not-desert city of Ibiza for her next job, she got a call telling her that her employers had gotten an offer worth double the Ibiza one to stay in the desert. And since she was there already, well, might as well hand that job off to her.
From where she was crouched behind a sand dune, the gleaming pipes of the oil field stretched out behind her, she huffed and shook more sand out of her sleeve.
She hadn't really been to the proper desert before, so she'd come a little underprepared. Thankfully, one of her last missions had landed her with a partner who did know what to do, and that guy had been nice enough to help outfit her with some more desert-appropriate clothing. He'd inexplicably managed to obtain desert camouflage in her size, and with a pale, thin cloth wrapped around her face and hair, leaving only her eyes uncovered, she didn't stand out quite as much as she otherwise would've. She had a backpack with more essential supplies, and she took out a bottle and had a careful sip as she scrounged for what she was actually looking for - a worn photograph of her target. She wasn't entirely sure who he was, but it wouldn't matter if she was shooting him from afar.
As she packed up the supplies she'd laid out so she could take inventory, a plane landed, really not that far away. If she hadn't had earbuds in, loudly playing music (because what else was there to do when alone in the desert), she probably would've heard it. As it was, she didn't. So she didn't notice the plane, and definitely not the two figures stepping out of it.
And when she swung the pack over her shoulder and stepped out from behind the dune, scanning the expanse of machinery before her with a scope, she didn't realize that she was perfectly visible to the two figures if they tried hard enough to look.
Posted by Kirsi Crux on Aug 2, 2016 22:24:00 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
57
8
Jan 9, 2017 21:24:34 GMT -6
"Yeah, thanks for helping. Guess I shouldn't have come out right after the rally. I don't know about you, but I think we should get out of here."
That was where Kirsi had seen her before - the rally! She'd been the little girl on stage asking for peace. Well, solid sentiment, but it didn't look like a lot of people agreed.
"You're right," Kirsi said. "Just start running. I'll be right behind you." She turned around to face the man who was getting up. "Go!" she called again, just in case the girl hadn't moved yet.
She shoved the man back again with another kinetic push, feeling her energy reserves drain as she did so. As she turned to run and follow the girl, she pulled a little beanbag out of her bag and tossed it at the group, pouring the rest of the stored-up energy into it. As soon as she rounded a corner, and pressed herself against the wall, the beanbag exploded, sending high-speed bits of filling everywhere. Kirsi even still had to stop a couple of the pieces flying at her, because they drove right through the brick wall.
As soon as the metaphorical smoke cleared, Kirsi took off again after the other girl. If the little beanbag bomb hadn't killed them, they were most definitely incapacitated, and that was good enough for her.
Posted by Kirsi Crux on Jul 26, 2016 21:05:08 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
57
8
Jan 9, 2017 21:24:34 GMT -6
Nooooo.
No way.
"You've got to be kidding me," Kirsi muttered, and the one other person present on the roof - who didn't happen to speak Norwegian - gave her a strange look.
Kirsi looked up from her scope, staring in disbelief down at the crowd below. She was perched on top of one of the roofs neighboring the memorial, just watching for now. Her presence there was for two reasons - one, Ragnarok had wanted her to be there to monitor and report back on the involved parties, and they'd pay her for that service. Two, Martin Reyes wanted her to be there to protect him, and he'd pay her for that service. She knew who he was - in fact, they'd done business in the past. Reyes was a high-up there mutant in the some world or another, and she wasn't sure exactly what he did, but she didn't care. Whenever the man needed a security detail, Kirsi was one of the first people that he called, and this time was no different.
Right now, she was being shielded by another mutant contractor named Salazar, codename Distort. Salazar had some sort of light manipulation power that he was using to make them invisible, which was why they weren't being shot immediately - a girl with a scope and a massive, heavily-armed guy tended to draw attention otherwise. But now he was staring at her as she stared with rising irritation at the crowd below, and he seemed very confused at Kirsi's sudden displeasure at the situation.
"Is something wrong?" he asked. Dammit, she didn't want to bother him - Salazar was really an amazingly nice guy, for a contractor, and this was her problem, not his. He'd been on the private plane Reyes had sent to pick Kirsi up, having been picked up first, and they'd talked on the way here. Although they'd never met before, she'd learned quite a bit about him on the flight, including the fact that he had a nephew who'd been injured in the bombing. She'd also learned that Salazar was never hired as private security, as he generally acted as a courier for the biggest names out there to ferry data that was too sensitive to send digitally or by post. (She suspected Reyes had hired Salazar as a favor, so Salazar could be in Odessa to visit his nephew and not risk losing pay, and that shed a whole new light on her present employer that she'd never even thought of before.) Salazar's inexperience meant he was also twitchy, and Kirsi's reaction wasn't helping.
"Sorry," Kirsi said, quickly. "It's not a security risk. It's just someone I know." He didn't look convinced, but he nodded anyway.
Kirsi looked back down at the crowd, debating. She knew who Hades was, now, having checked with her own connections after the party. So there was a chance that he was here not to protect. She wasn't going to take that chance.
"Hey, Salazar," she said. He looked over at her. "I'm heading down. Keep me invisible until I'm off the roof. You stay up here and watch - if you see anything remotely suspicious, contact me or Deflect." She tapped the comm in her ear to emphasize her point, and he nodded in response. He'd be fine - as far as she could tell, there were no threats actively targeting Reyes, and that was good enough for her.
It was relatively easy to slip off the roof and into the crowd, considering how many people there were. Kirsi's height also meant that she stayed completely, entirely, fully concealed no matter where she walked, with the downside being that it was also very easy for her to be trampled. Hopefully, that wouldn't happen, but she was extra wary just in case. The ceremonies were just wrapping up, and as she dodged and weaved her way towards Hades, a voice crackled to life in her ear.
"Distort to team," she heard Salazar say, almost in a panic. "Code 3. I repeat, Code 3." At the same time, she heard Hades mutter the same thing. She glanced up at the sky, and came to the same conclusion Hades did - no chopper meant mortar or artillery.
As team leader - Reyes had hired private security and they weren't in communication with any other security present - she was expected to give orders to keep Reyes safe. So that took priority over figuring out what Hades was doing here - come to think of it, last time they'd run into each other, disaster had struck as well.
She was going to confront him about this later.
"Distort, find the gunner," she snapped. Technically incorrect terminology, but he got what she meant - find whoever was going to fire, and stop them before they could do anything worse. "Deflect, get Paragon out." Reyes had picked his codename. She thought Paragon was a bit arrogant, but oh well.
She heard them make affirmative noises, then she turned her attention back to Hades. Deflect would get Reyes out, no problem, so she was going to help stop the attack no matter what. For once, it wasn't because she was paid, but because she felt obligated to.
Hades was still far away, so Kirsi started to make her way towards him. But suddenly, she heard something whistling above her head.
Her movement was entirely instinctive. The mortar shell froze midair, and while it still detonated, the effect was severely weakened, though it sounded for all intents and purposes as if it'd hit normally. Any shrapnel from the explosion was easily caught, until there was a vibrating mass of metal hovering a few feet above the crowd. The fire she couldn't do as much about, so she just ducked and hoped a plume of flame didn't hit her. She waited until the people below had fled before letting the shattered remains of the shell drop harmlessly to the ground, feeling the extra energy thrumming through her flesh as she did so. She was glowing a little bit now, her skin faintly iridescent, but everyone was too busy running to care.
Only then did she make her way over to Hades, suddenly appearing out of nowhere behind him. "Funny how last time we met, everything went downhill pretty fast too," she said. She already hadn't liked the man at all. After this? She liked him even less.
Posted by Kirsi Crux on Jul 20, 2016 16:13:32 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
57
8
Jan 9, 2017 21:24:34 GMT -6
"You little -" Kirsi ignored the rest of that sentence, on principle, because she was still at the point where anything worse than "dammit" (in English, that was) made her cringe. Swearing in English was so... crude. Scandinavia did it so much better.
"Jævla drittsekker," she snarled at them, just to prove her point. Which, in English, translated loosely to f***ing sh*tbags, but it was still a lot nicer-sounding in Norwegian. The armed gang clearly didn't understand a word she'd said, but she was assuming they got the general gist, considering it looked like they'd turned their collective attention back to her. Good. It might've been because she killed one of them in cold blood, but hey, she wasn't picky. They did what she wanted - why, she didn't care.
Until a large rock came sailing out of nowhere and clunked their presumptive leader - the one who'd swore at her - in the skull, knocking him out cold.
Kirsi wasn't trying to laugh. She really wasn't. But she snickered, loudly and unintentionally, when the man dropped as hard as the rock that hit him to begin with. The gang looked confused, now, and a slight bit worried. They seemed like they'd realized that one of their own was completely and totally dead, and another was unconscious on the ground. Obviously, Kirsi was the bigger threat - anything, especially rocks, were dangerous when thrown with sufficient force, but Kirsi was the biggest source of force in the area. But they were more focused on the most recent threat, which was the little girl.
Kirsi was going to have to change that, because judging by how terrified the other girl looked, she wasn't used to fighting.
Moving quickly, she held out her palms in front of her and launched the closest person as hard as she could. She had to dig her shoes into the dirt so she wouldn't fly backwards, but it was still pretty hard to avoid careening off. The man wasn't too heavy-looking, so he pretty much flew into three of his comrades, and they all stumbled. One fell on top of another and there was a high-pitched yelp of pain as a knee connected with a crotch, and Kirsi snickered again.
While they were distracted, Kirsi sprinted around them to where the other girl was huddled against the wall next to a pile of rocks. Up close, Kirsi could tell that the girl was maybe a couple years older than Kirsi herself was, and that the skin of her legs were strangely discolored. Kirsi couldn't help feeling that she'd seen the girl before. "Thanks," she said, referring to the girl's throw that had bought her the chance to run over here. She almost introduced herself using one of her many codenames, but it didn't feel... right. "I'm Kirsi," she said. "Are you okay?"
Posted by Kirsi Crux on Jul 19, 2016 23:05:46 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
57
8
Jan 9, 2017 21:24:34 GMT -6
He started laughing. Like, a lot. Kirsi was briefly worried that he'd had a seizure, in fact. But he managed to get a couple sentences out about the library downstairs, so she assumed he was okay. A library was nice, but not optimal. Maybe she could nab one of the computers and bring it up with her for added privacy, because she was pretty sure than a ten year old browsing the Deep Web was more than just a little suspicious.
He stopped laughing again after a couple more amused huffs to give more details. Old, okay, not good either, but she could work with it. She didn't really want to go out to buy her own computer because then she'd leave a trail (credit cards could be traced and cash was suspicious, and buying stuff online was always a bad idea when you wanted to stay low-key). So until she could find somebody with a clean laptop, preferably with some personalized hardware to ensure everything was as safe as it could be, she'd have to work with one of the ones here. It shouldn't be that difficult. The internet had tutorials for literally everything - there was definitely a site run by conspiracy theorists or something that explained exactly how to keep yourself hidden from the government.
As he talked about plants, Kirsi was suddenly struck by just how nice the man was. There weren't a lot of people who treated her so... well, like an equal. Most people looked down on her for being young, and those who didn't do that ran away because they were targets and she was going to kill them. A few business partners, maybe, treated her like a professional - Maddox, for one - but nobody treated her like a fellow human being of equal mental capacity.
Kirsi suddenly felt the overwhelming need to do something extremely nice for what was probably one of the only times in her life, as Devon joked about the unintentional nickname slip. And so, before she could stop herself or even consider how bad of an idea it was, she blurted something out. It was something that she herself only remembered on the spot, putting together the pieces - Panu's vendetta against the company of a woman named Lori, who had Order ties; the mission here to turn the police on the place and scare its occupants a bit.
"Do you know who the Order was?" she asked, very suddenly. She'd stopped in the middle of the hallway even as he continued walking, determined to give him even this tiny tidbit of information if it was helpful. Kirsi looked so much older than her age, all of a sudden - like she'd seen so much more than she should've. But it was enough to know when someone was really and truly genuine, and this guy felt about as honest as they got in his intentions to just help his fellow mutants. "Because you're standing on its grave."
She barreled ahead, each word coming out slowly and deliberately, because there was no going back now that she'd started. She was fully aware of the fact that the words coming out of her mouth sounded almost wrong in her childishly high-pitched voice, but she was hoping that he looked past that embarrassment and focused on the real important message. "They were a criminal organization. Mutant supremacists, occasionally terrorists. Officially, Sanctuary was just a homeless shelter, but unofficially, it was the Order's headquarters. A couple months ago, when it was raided by police, it wasn't really the police. Someone has it out for the Order, and the attack was to make sure it didn't come back. It worked, but now you're here. And for a long time, the Order and the Sanctuary were the same thing. I would be careful if I were you."
She didn't try to make it sound like a threat, but more like an honest warning - which it was. Technically speaking, she hadn't said anything detrimental to her main employer (in terms of how much of her total income came from them). She didn't know if Ragnarok had its eyes on Sanctuary now that someone was trying to revive it from the stumbling ruin it'd been, but if she hated the Order as much as Ragnarok seemed to, then she definitely would. Best to warn Devon, at least - she wasn't going to give him anything substantially more than that, but hopefully, it would be enough.
Character's full name: Maddox Idrofobo Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Mad Dog Gender: Male Age: 28 Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Florence, Italy Nationality: Caucasian Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Italian-American (was born in Italy but moved to Chicago when he was two, then back to Italy at age six)
Appearance Reference image Usual outfit: Collared shirt and khakis. Some really very expensive suits for when he has to look nicer. Other features: A brand of a wolfsbane/monkshood flower on the lower right side of his abdomen
Character
Personality: Maddox is quiet, but it's less of a focused, intense quiet and more of a "what's that weird stain on the wall" quiet. When he does talk, it's usually with a wry sense of humor or a bitingly sarcastic tone. Normally, he's easily distractible and a generally charming and likable person, but when it comes to a potentially dangerous situation, his focus is perfect. He's a professional through-and-through, and once he's got a mark in sight, you'd be hard-pressed to keep it from him. Unlike other people in his line of work, though, he's opposed to killing, and not just because it's messy. While he won't ever get in the way of a "necessary" kill - one that if he intervenes, he puts himself in serious danger - but he will go out of his way to avoid unnecessary violence, and might stop others if he deems their violence unnecessary. (A mugging, for example, is unnecessary violence, but a hit is necessary.) Job or part time job and description: Thief-for-hire, normally more on a corporate level than anything (ex. stealing one company's files for a rival company). Kirsi's "father," sometimes, but mainly when Child Protective Services gets suspicious and stops by.
Mutations
Mutation description: The main aspect of his ability is instantaneous teleportation, but only to a "marked" location. He cannot arbitrarily teleport, for that reason - he must first clearly see the location in order to mark it. (This does mean that he could see a location in a photograph and mark it, making Street View his best friend.) Marking is permanent, but he usually doesn't remember if he's marked a spot until he tries to teleport there and either fails or succeeds. It's also a passive ability - any location he sees is automatically marked, which is why he doesn't/can't catalog every location he's marked. When he attempts to teleport, if it is to a location he's marked, he will merely vanish out of existence in his present location and reappear with an almost unnoticeable delay in the targeted location. He can take one other person with him while teleporting, and needs to have skin-on-skin contact for the other person to successfully go with him. If there are multiple "options" - for example, he is grabbed while trying to teleport someone else - then he can select which person he actually wants to teleport. Meanwhile, if his target location is not marked, he will merely fail to go anywhere, with no other consequences. To aid him in marking, Maddox's eyesight is highly enhanced, meaning he can clearly see about twice the distance that a normal human can Secondary mutation description: While Maddox has told people that he can track someone anywhere based on their scent, that's not the entire truth. In reality, once he has someone's scent - and his sense of smell is also enhanced for that reason - he can determine which previously marked point they are closest to. This was unhelpful when Maddox had very few points marked, but as he grew and continued to travel the world (and with the development of the oh-so-helpful Internet) it grew much more effective. Strengths: Instant teleportation to anywhere within his radius with a plus one, semi-perfect tracking Weaknesses and Limitations: Has to see a place first in order to teleport there, limited to teleporting to locations within a 1000 mile radius (so while he can "hop" across the landmass he's on, he's usually limited to staying on said landmass), his tracking is easily evaded by going somewhere he's never been without Google Street View
Physical Abilities: Maddox is fit, in that he works out and monitors his diet, but he's not any any sort of peak of human fitness. He's just fit enough to hold his own in his line of work (but he is a really, really good runner, because that skill's so very important when you're a professional thief). He has no formal fight training, but Maddox is fast and smart. If forced into a direct confrontation, he could probably get a few punches in, but he'd be more likely to rely on his mutation to give him the upper hand.
Relevant History: Maddox was a thief-for-hire affiliated with the Black Rose, the crime organization Kirsi fought to take down. When he decided to go to America, he realized that he'd need proper resources in order to come in semi-legally to at least keep the government off his back. Hearing that Kirsi was aiming to move to America as well, he used his power to find her and gave his pitch, explaining that they'd raise little to no flags if they came in as father and daughter. Presently, they share an apartment in the city. Their relationship could be considered friends, as neither would be too happy if something happened to the other. Using Kirsi's connections, Maddox was able to affiliate himself with some major organizations - Ragnarok included - meaning that he's also loaded with valuable information on the seedy underworld of the city.
Posted by Kirsi Crux on Jun 28, 2016 4:14:06 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
57
8
Jan 9, 2017 21:24:34 GMT -6
"Great. Let me grab a key for you." Kirsi nodded as Banana Republic ducked into a nearby office, and then she was left with the secretary. Lisa said something inspirational-sounding about the Sanctuary, and he added to it, shouting from inside the office. That was nice. That still didn't make Kirsi like the woman.
...she was still a little bit peeved about the META bot thing. So much effort. So much effort - and time - wasted.
Levi's appeared again, and gestured towards the stairs. She definitely noticed how he stayed beside her when they walked, instead of in front of behind. Unfortunately, she wasn't really sure how to take that. She wasn't a fan of people leading her places walking beside her, because then it got awkward because she didn't know where to go, and it's very hard to follow somebody you're walking behind. Oh well. She'd take it.
After they'd made it to the top of the stairs, he spoke again, probably because nobody else was around anymore. And whoops. He'd noticed the plant. Well, this was a good opportunity. Kirsi didn't like revealing the entirety of her power to people, because that meant she'd always have something up her sleeve. So this was her chance to give a slightly modified explanation of her mutation.
He was rather nice, though. She almost felt bad lying (even just by omission), especially with his willingness to accommodate any issue she may have.
"It's okay," she said, sheepishly. "My power is - well, I can charge things up. And if I'm not focusing right, what happened to that plant happens." She didn't really want to say that it happened downstairs because she'd taken a lot of offense to their totally reasonable actions, so she didn't. They kept walking, but after a moment, she spoke again. Hey, he said he'd help, and she did need help. She wouldn't go into specifics, though, because she had a feeling he wouldn't like them. "Um, Ralph Lauren?" she said, out loud, and didn't even realize until it was too late to go back. Oh well. She'd just roll with it and hoped he wouldn't notice. "I may need a computer that - um, a computer." And, that was it. She wasn't going to say anything more, because that was bad enough. She'd almost asked for a computer that he wouldn't mind her downloading Tor on, if it wasn't downloaded already, but that would have been far too immediately suspicious. Better to keep it vague for now.
Posted by Kirsi Crux on Jun 25, 2016 0:18:05 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
57
8
Jan 9, 2017 21:24:34 GMT -6
...dammit.
Okay, American Eagle didn't know, as expected. But the secretary did remember. She just didn't care.
Great. Well, that was empowering. She'd accompanied Panu around the city to hack into every single one of those META bots. And there had been a lot of META bots. Did they even know that Ragnarok had it out for them? Well, even if they didn't and Ragnarok attacked anyway, she'd be fine. Her mutation was honed for combat, and she had... connections.
"Seems you know more than I do, Kirsi," Hollister laughed. Yes. Yes she did. She decided to just leave it at that, because thankfully, it didn't seem like it'd come back and bother her. He kept speaking. Free Wi-Fi caught her attention, as he probably had guessed by his grin, but probably not for the reasons he'd expected. She'd have to check if it was secure first, but it'd still be helpful. People mostly did business over the internet nowadays, and she was no exception.
"We could go put your things in your room. What do you say?" Room. That sounded good. Kirsi was suddenly reminded of her time with the Black Rose. There had been barracks at their main hideout, and she'd slept in a room of her own, but everyone else had been in pairs down the hall.
...it was not a pleasant memory, mainly because they weren't really pleasant rooms.
"Okay," Kirsi said, unconsciously grimacing a bit as she remembered. "Lead the way."
Posted by Kirsi Crux on Jun 24, 2016 23:59:30 GMT -6
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Jan 9, 2017 21:24:34 GMT -6
It was the day after Odessa, and Kirsi was angry.
Not just angry. Furious, even. She wanted to go out and find whoever had done it and put a quarter in his skull. No - that was too good for him. She wanted to make him feel that pain that those kids must have felt, make him suffer like the ones who were still in the hospitals, fighting for their lives. But the parents - the parents were another story. She knew that a good portion of those victims were only at the shelter because they'd been kicked out of their own homes for being mutants. And now their parents were all sad and weepy? They didn't deserve it.
She was jerked out of her unusually vindictive reverie by the sound of some very offensive mutant slurs, and she bristled. Maybe she wouldn't be able to hunt down whoever caused Odessa, but she could hunt down whoever was probably making another mutant feel like shit.
Kirsi started running towards the source of the noise. She didn't know exactly where it was - this part of the city was more of a maze than anything - but she kept running. And eventually, she caught sight of someone running around a corner. She only got a flash of blonde hair, but that was enough. She was immediately followed by a group of much bigger men, all calling out with murder in their eyes.
Kirsi stepped out behind them all. "Hey!" she shouted. The men all slowed to a stop, or at least glanced back in confusion. One of them just kept running, and in one swift movement, Kirsi pulled out a bullet and put it through the runner's neck. The rest of them were quick to stop after their path was blocked by arterial spray. "You want a fight? Come and get one."
She was angry. So, so angry. And it looked like she had somebody to take it out on now.
Posted by Kirsi Crux on Jun 24, 2016 23:43:41 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jan 9, 2017 21:24:34 GMT -6
"Fine. I won't move." Did... did she literally just move in order to show how she wouldn't move? That was the most counterproductive surrender ever.
Kirsi was starting to feel like the money wasn't worth it.
"Hey, they're still alive!" she heard someone shout from the bank's rooftop. Well, apparently they'd caught the movement too. Great. There went Plan B. Somebody else had a megaphone, and they were shoving their way through the crowd towards the edge of the rooftop. They were high up enough that Kirsi and the woman would be able to clearly hear anything that was so much as shouted from that rooftop, but apparently they didn't care.
"You are under arrest!" the officer roared. Kirsi sighed. Okay, time to think of a Plan C - "Back away from the little girl and put your hands above your head!"
Woah.
Whaaaaaat.
Apparently the police were even blinder than she thought they were. They must've not come up in time to realize that she'd tackled the woman off the roof. In fact, from that angle, it must've looked like the woman tackled her. Oh, this was good. She could spin this to her advantage - say that the woman hired both the initial group and then hired her to grab the money and run to the roof. The first group was too dead to say anything, and the only person she'd explicitly explained her mutation to was the manager, who wouldn't speak because he literally let a little girl run off with a briefcase of money. Or, she could just jump off this building, though that would be harder. Just in case, she started slowly dumping the energy stored in her body into the building itself, as the glow beneath her skin faded away. Cement wasn't too conductive, so she'd lose all that energy, but that wasn't a problem.
Kirsi looked at the woman, almost smiling. "Your move," she said, amused. "The least I could do after taking you hostage is help you get away, if you'd like."
Posted by Kirsi Crux on Jun 24, 2016 23:17:51 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jan 9, 2017 21:24:34 GMT -6
Oh, right. Odessa.
She almost felt a little bit guilty, then and there, assuming this was about her. Of course they had other things on their minds, and Odessa had to be one of them. Clearly Abercrombie and Fitch had good intentions.
She still didn't trust the secretary.
She'd calmed down a bit now, but only after one of the fern's leaves disintegrated in a puff of green specks. That was when she'd realized exactly what she was doing, and actively forced herself to calm down so she wouldn't dismember any more foliage. If she'd been any other child, she probably would've destroyed everything in her vicinity just from remembering when she heard about the events of Odessa. But she wasn't any other child. War was war, and that was what this was going to turn into - war. She'd fled here from Scandinavia to get away from this sort of thing, but apparently it was just too global to run from.
Armani (she was starting to run out of things to call him) kept talking, and she startled a bit when he said Juliette. The name sounded familiar, but not in a good way. She was pretty sure she tackled the last Juliette she'd met off a rooftop, down ten stories, but it couldn't be the same one. And judging by his enthusiastic welcome, she would be able to stay here until everything blew over. That was good. Great, in fact. And yes, she had questions. So many questions. Because if there was one thing she did know about Sanctuary, that she realized not ten seconds ago, was that it looked so much more different at night than it did during the day.
Oops. She was pretty sure Panu had hired her to come raid this place with him and his dragon dad. That was... unfortunate. Hopefully, everyone here either had a very short memory or hadn't bothered to go outside when the META bots had raided.
"I would like to stay here, if that is okay," Kirsi said, quietly. "My name is Kirsi." When she wasn't pretending, or playing her accent up or down for her own reasons, her English was crisp and clear, but she was still clearly from not America. Unlike her fellow Scandinavian Panu, she'd had the advantage of attending an English- and Norwegian-speaking school, so she'd learned both languages simultaneously. Her words were still accented, though, and while she wished she could say that she paid full attention in the one class she was required to speak English in, she really hadn't. "I don't have anywhere else to go." Some little prideful part of her wanted to ask about the META bot attack, though. Hugo Boss might not know - she didn't recall seeing him around at the time - but the scary secretary might.
"Um," she began hesitantly, unsure of how to ask. She looked just like she was scared to ask because she was nervous, and she was - but not nervous talking to them, nervous that they'd figure it out and kick her out. "I heard that the Sanctuary was raided by META bots a few months back. Is that true?" She'd never gone into the Sanctuary, which was why she hadn't remembered at first. She'd only stood outside and watched as the META bots ran inside. Hopefully, that was enough for no one to have seen her when that happened.
Posted by Kirsi Crux on Jun 24, 2016 19:26:48 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jan 9, 2017 21:24:34 GMT -6
"Ya lookin' to get in, kid?" Kirsi instinctively bristled as soon as she heard the voice, because kid? Really? She opened her mouth to say something clever back, but she was saved from having to think of something to say when the acrid fumes of cigarette smoke drifted in her general direction. She coughed instead, and glared at him when he spoke and opened the door, but she thanked him anyway because she was polite.
"I'm Marcus," the boy said. Kirsi didn't say anything; she just nodded to acknowledge she'd heard him. "You need help or something?" Before she could respond, the door pulled open even further, and a woman's face was framed in the doorway.
"Mr. Hadden should be down in a moment," was the first thing she said, and Kirsi frowned. Was she supposed to know who that was? If she'd had the time, she might've cased the place in advance, and checked in with some of her contacts as to its present situation, but she'd been in a rush. "I'm Lisa Wilson. What is your name, young miss?"
Kirsi didn't answer. She could sense someone moving towards the foyer at a seriously fast pace, and so she figured she might as well wait for him to show up, considering he was going to be here in a couple seconds.
Right on time, almost immediately after Lisa spoke, they could hear shoes echoing throughout the building. It was a pretty old building, actually - Kirsi wondered how many people were actually staying in a place like this. She doubted a lot of people were in the exact or an even remotely similar situation as her, but she supposed that other mutants could have been kicked out of their homes or something. She wasn't naive; she knew that happened to some people, as unfortunate as it was.
Kirsi raised an eyebrow as the newcomer spoke. He was a big guy - a good two feet taller than her - and she was pretty sure she'd seen his photo on one of those fashion ads in the mall. But that wasn't what caught her attention. "You said it was urgent, everything okay?" What, her very existence was supposed to be urgent now? There couldn't be any way that they knew who she was, right? Because if they did, wow, that was a bit... infuriating. Logically, Kirsi knew that if they did know, then this was a pretty normal response. But it was a little bit patronizing for them to call Calvin Klein down here, as if he'd be able to stop her if she was really on a mission.
So she nodded as Gucci introduced himself as Devon, and as Marcus "yeah, dude, relax"-ed him. She came in when he told her to, but she definitely did not miss that look. It was a very telling look, and what it told her was that Lisa had most definitely called Giorgio Armani down here to handle her. She bristled. That was a very heavy blow to her ten-year-old pride. She didn't realize, but a few nearby items were starting to vibrate with kinetic energy, betraying her agitation. A stapler clattered to the floor, having gone right off the edge of the desk, and a plant was shaking like a tiger had just jumpscared it.
If she'd been a bit older, or a bit more focused on her notoriety, she might have actually appreciated the sentiment. It also might have actually occurred to her that if Chanel was volunteering at Sanctuary, he was probably a mutant too, and she didn't know what his mutation was. But of course, it didn't.
"I'm sorry," she said, and there was an edge to her voice. "Am I missing something?"
Posted by Kirsi Crux on Jun 23, 2016 23:55:47 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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8
Jan 9, 2017 21:24:34 GMT -6
She never thought this would be a problem for her, but now it was.
Somebody in her building had gotten wise to the fact that the ten-year-old girl with the dad who definitely wasn't old enough to have a daughter her age probably had something up with her. Unfortunately, that somebody had been the most obnoxious old lady ever, who'd hired a private investigator and everything to watch them. She would've sued them both for invasion of privacy if the private investigator hadn't caught photos of her meeting with a well-known mob boss.
...also, if the old woman hadn't called the U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services, also known as USCIS, also known as a giant pain in the ass, who then proceeded to check her photo and realize that she was in no way supposed to be on this continent. Apparently, her accent was still just that bad.
Basically, Kirsi was going to get deported if she didn't immediately find a place to hide out until they got sick of searching for her and gave up. And Kirsi really, really didn't want to get deported back to Norway, where she would inevitably be handed over to some police force. At least they hadn't found the Interpol listing yet, though she doubted that it would stay unfound for long. Maddox would be fine; he'd find another apartment, and no one would look twice at him because he wasn't on a Most Wanted list. But she wasn't as lucky, so she'd have to look a bit harder.
So, after minimal Internet research, she learned that she had two options if she wanted to stay in the New York City area. Getting another place to live was not one of them, because that took time, and she didn't have that quite yet. In the meanwhile, her choices were the Mansion or some place called Sanctuary. Both were supposed to be safe havens for mutants, which was better for her, because that meant there were other mutants there that could provide buffer, so to speak. But the Mansion was out of the question for now, because Ragnarok paid most of her bills, and Ragnarok hated the Mansion. So the Sanctuary it was. She knew nothing about the place, but she didn't have time to find out more before she left.
And that was why she was standing in front of the two absurdly large golden doors that led to the Sanctuary, carrying a small suitcase and a messenger. The messenger bag was full of her usual odds and ends - nails, coins, a Schmidt & Bender PMII 5-25x56 DT sniper scope... Meanwhile, the small but gaudy Frozen suitcase was full of clothes and other supplies of that sort. She didn't have too much to begin with, so it wasn't that much trouble to carry. But that wasn't all. Beneath the false bottom lay cash. Stacks and stacks of neatly tied hundred dollar bills, all untraceable. The hidden compartment was booby-trapped, of course - Maddox had helped her rig up a knockout gas thing that would trigger if someone tried to open it without entering the passcode, and the keypad itself was nearly impossible to find without knowing where it was. These weren't her life savings, of course - just what she'd had stored in their apartment. It was her getaway money, so to speak, and now she finally might need to use it.
As she stood there, looking up at the doors, she was unsure of what to do. Was she supposed to knock? Or was she just supposed to walk in? Just to be safe, she knocked.
...and then stood there and waited, because she wasn't sure what to do after that.
