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.
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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...?
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Magic and Mystics
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Adapteds
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Atlanteans
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Michael Hunter.
Mike Hunter.
Mike Hunt.
Obvious Alias aside, he was giving backstory. She listened. They could talk real names later and it would be a lovely conversation.
>> “I was a Ranger an’ on Task Force Green. I have those things in spades.”
Her math teacher sometimes talked of costumes heroes, super Sentai. He said it was the Japanese one that came first, and he drew little costumed figures in helmets forming math equations and being dumb. He grew sad once, because someone American had died. He had been a Green ranger. Also, a white one. This Mike Hunter had been a green ranger. Also, a white one. She did not know ranks, or military units or any of that from Adam, but she was not willing to assume he put on a green bodysuit and helmet, to fight bad guys. Although sometimes, army men do just that. Lenna simply made a mental note:
Gogo green ranger, check.
She made and finished her call. He had a ride. She followed with a quick “good.”
He asked a question as they walked
>>”Y’ know this universe’s Lenna, ‘r jus’ visions from y’r ex?”
”He could read memories on objects. I inherited her apartment, and stuff. Had her purse when I deaged. Of course, SUPER chased me out after a while because they thought I was a rogue agent, or something. But I kicked their asses. And eventually I got to go back for the stuff. Left the place, though. Stayed at the mansion for a while, until I found this worlds Lenna’s aunt and— why do I share this,” she turned to stare at him.
Usually, she did not monologue like this. To complete strangers. And never this much personal information, when she did.
”You lack the power to makes others spill their hearts truths, correct?” Lenna said warily. If he was making her speak truths, there was always a way to test it. ”I am wearing a green dress.”
She waited a moment, then said “no.” Her clothing was not green, and not a dress. It was not that. His power. Unless he could turn it on and off at will!!!!!
Well. It was a lot to digest. And they had only truly met like 60 seconds ago, on bad terms. She could not fault him for being taciturn and monosyllabic. They would have to work towards syllables.
She took a few steps back into the alley, and grabbed her baseball bat. Then, she lead him five steps out of the alley, and stopped.
>> ”Yeah, I can give y’ context. Maybe. I was also de-aged.” He said.
Hey! They had achieved more than one syllable. Progress.
She watched him check his weapon. A gun would have been good to have on-hand, for her. She had been trying to go without those lately, though. Too easy to actually shoot someone.
Her head hurt from having used her big telekinetic push already, that day. Maybe a gun would have been a nice backup. She supposed she could always take one from a downed enemy.
>> ”How can I help get Rachel back.”
”A second set of eyes helps. A good mind. Good aim, and the sense when to use a gun and when not to. And give me your name.” She did not know it.
Lenna pulled out her phone and tapped on it, bringing up her contacts list.
”I used to have the addresses for a lot of kidnapping operations. But that was a year ago, and things change. Hold on—“ She put the phone to her head. ”Hello, Aura. Lenna. Can you get the current address for a man called Stone Face from your contacts? He kidnapped a friend. Need to find his operations….. Yeah. I can wait. I’ll be here.”
She ended the call. Looked to the man. Held up 1 finger. The phone rang a minute later. She answered. Said thanks, hung up.
Sam approved. A small, pleased smile found its way upon Lenna’s face. If it had not done, she would have been frustrated. Many things could have contributed to that. Too violent, maybe. Too bold? Overconfidence could have been her weak point, or else a lack of teamwork. She had kept cold steel away. But none of these things had caused him to doubt her performance. He had even complimented the performance.
She nodded and said ‘thanks.’ Then, he confirmed one of her thoughts.
>> ”If it was anyone else I would have yelled at them for throwing themselves into the line of fire so quickly but... I think that’s where you like to be.”
She kept quiet, and let him finish.
>> ”You’re more experienced than most of the trainees we got now. Spot on the teams is yours if you want it.”
”I wished to keep collateral low. They may have used hostages if I had not let them think they had won. Decisive action, quick, close enough they could not easily react. Using Waluigi’s ego against him.” She explained. ”But yes, I am happy to join the team!” She smiled. Conspiratorially, she added: ”Between me and you, maybe next time do not use Waluigi as the bad guy image. He is very silly. I felt like next, I would be shooting an Italian plumber in the leg. Or an egg-throwing dinosaur, that is green.”
She had correctly summarized who he was. In layman’s terms, she had his number. He would not let her walk away,
>> ”Tell me about this Stoneface an’ why y’r not the bag guy in this situation.”
Had she not personally already explained to him what the situation was? Oh well. She could repeat herself.
”These men kidnap children. They are bad people.” Lenna stated. Her Colombian accent was thick, but there was the hint of the voice he knew buried on it. She sighed, and added: ”I do not kidnap people. I am not a bad person. Stone face is a crime boss. He does not have a stone face, I do not think. He is a bad person.”
There. Neatly summarized. Mostly. He wished her to remove the mask. He wanted to know her identity. The grease paint would still obscure features, regardless of the masks removal. She needed to speed this progress along.
She removed the mask. ”I avoided you for so long.” Lenna said, stuffing the mask in a pocket. She wiped at the paint with a sleeve… which only smudged it, and smeared it around, on her face and sleeve. Great. ”My name is Lenna. This is awkward.” Thees eez awkward, her accent said. ”I am the de-aged, alternative version of a woman you once knew, who cried when talking to you, then flew away. Awk-ward. My ex showed me that vision from a memory on an object, but— it lacked context.” She made a bitter face. ”It lacked sound. My idiot ex-boyfriend. You should give me context, but— my friend Rachel has been kidnapped by human traffickers, so talk while we move. And let go.”
A text on her cell. An address. Unknown number. No words, except her name.
”There are cloaks and there are daggers,” Lenna noted gravely… then glanced around, as of to check whether any persons present might question her on misuse of what she was sure was a very common American phrase. She thought she had botched it… given past experiences with American phrases. Nobody in class questioned the wording? Okay. Good.
Lenna put her phone away, before she was going to get in trouble. Miss Rebecca did not like it when people did not pay attention in English class. This address would have to wait until later.
—
Later.
Lenna left the mansion grounds. The building was still in the process of being rebuilt. Time had passed since the battle. People had healed. Some were still struggling to cope with things.
She called a cab. It arrived in front of the grounds. She got in and gave an address. Lenna could not drive. She had no license. Probably good. If she had owned a car, the destruction of the now-rebuilding mansion they were leaving in the rear view mirror would have claimed the vehicle. Small silver lining, but sucked to be someone who had owned a car. Insurance would not cover That.
The location the cab took her to was a nondescript building. She paid, and left the vehicle. Then she approached. There was a buzzer. She buzzed.
”Someone gave me this address and told me to come. Wait, no. They wrote my name. It was all very cloak and dagger.” She finished. There. Suddenly, she was proud of herself. She had checked. This was the correct phrasing. She was becoming more American every day!
Lenna did not know SUPER had been tracking her extra hard, since the events of the battle got the mansion (in which she had played an active role). She knew they had tracked her in the past, due to her connection with them. In a past life. She had stolen a credit card and phone and owed them much money. And apologies and explanations. She had fought agents before, they’d believed she had gone AWOL, defected, or was a liability. She WAS a liability, but for her own reasons. Not theirs. There was animosity. They had tracked and attacked her. Multiple times. Once, at her past life’s home. They had broken things. One was trust. She had also broken some of their men. They had lived though. So.
Lenna was not dumb. The mansion battle had been catastrophic, cataclysmic, news worthy. Laughing man go boom. Her head has aches for days after that last assault. Psychic damage? Maybe. Or overuse or her own powers. If someone contacted her now, someone had noticed her then. In Footage or in person. Watching. Waiting. Compiling. Had her full name. Real name. Not aliases. Information. They had prepared for this meeting. A trap, it is… as Yoda would say.
She was not armed. You do not come to a government building armed. Or you do… and she was being silly. This could have been unrelated to SuPER entirely. Thus could have been the mob. But they would not have given her the courtesy of a call. They would have attacked. She had made enemies in the past. At least the mystics were no more. Scorched that earth… yay. Proper use of phrase!
She pressed the call button once more. ”Why do you make me wait?” she said impatiently. ”You called me!”
Lenna stepped back as Niko moved in to interrogate the woman. Lethal force was threatened, and it was not something Lenna had problems with others doing. It was more something she avoided… not because the x-men avoid it. More so, it was because in another life she had been a murdering murderer, and when she had deaged, she had rolled back her kill count to zero. It is nice to have a perfect record. Even if it is entirely within one’s own mind.
She let the severed arm fall to the ground.
A woman with a pixie cut hairdo approached and had words, and blows, with the woman. The lady chose to taunt and threaten. It worked out well for her. She got punched in the gut.
Sighing, Lenna turned and pulled a roll of bandages from one of the numerous pockets in her camouflage jacket.
“Come over here, Aura. I’ll bandage you up. Anyone else that needs first aid, please get in line.”
Malachi was on the ground, bleeding out. He twitched, and she thought it seemed somewhat hopeful. But she offered him no aid. “Also, whoever held her clothes in place. Nice one. And oh hi, Zek.”
The cross shattered! As Malachi bellowed, Lenna released the force grip on his neck, dropped her focus to the severed arm on the ground, then snapped it to her hand with telekinesis. She raised it up to her head and gave Niko a quick army salute. Then, she bubbled it with telekinesis again, and started running towards Agatha, one arm extended away and behind at her side. The severed arm was pulled along behind her, in a straight line from the fingertips of that arm.
In a perfect world, she would have closed all the fingers into a fist. She would have launched at Agatha like a rocket. She wasn’t a rail gun. She could not catapult the arm with dangerous force. It would simply be like chucking a severed body part at Agatha, as hard as she could chuck. But she could slap… that was a whole other cup of physics.
So, Lenna rushed until she was within range, hauled back the severed arm of Agatha’s champion, and SLAPPED her with it as hard as she was physically and psychically able. With telekinesis.
The woman was caught in a clothing bind. She struggled with her head, but not much. Still struggling? Lenna did it one more time.
> The woman got the arm! So that just happened. But as Lenna was torn between picking it up with her telekinesis to throw at the woman, or on striking him with a follow up so that he would go down, someone unknown to her shouted about having the angry godmother. > > Well. That decided it, then. Battle on multiple fronts. While one hand was extended towards Malachi, the other stretched out towards Agatha. Mentally, she pulled at the cross. It tugged away from the woman’s clothing, out in the open, exposed, pulled by nothing at all. > > “Whoever is open, go for it. I have the cross!” She shouted. > > Aura could handle Malachi, she hoped. Because her back was exposed.
Lenna Malachi was bleeding on his face from the thorns she had raked him with, and injured from Auras multiple lethal attacks. That did not seem to stop him from breaking from their combat and returning to his master’s side. Full of holes and bleeding, but acting as if he did not feel it.
“Not feeling pain is not always a strength.” Lenna noted, as she helped Aura to a standing position. “One can be critically injured and not aware of it. This can be very dangerous, yes? How are you doing, by the way.” She was not saying this without reason, aura, too, could fall victim to —
From across the entire school grounds, a voice bleated—
> “HUBRIS.”
Yes. Exactly that.
A voice came on her comms that said break the cross on the old woman’s neck. Lenna repeated that to Aura. “Break the cross. Break her focus. Also, break that man. Hold on—“
She turned, as a group of ten mystics clumped together approached them from behind. Lenna sheared her focus to an area that encompassed them all, and sent a wave of psychic force at them as powerful as a rushing tackle from a 300 lb linebacker. She staggered for a moment, as it bowled them over and left them hurting. Brushed a drop of blood from her nose, and tried to will the sudden pulsing headache gone.
Then, Lenna turned back to Aura. “Ready. I will choke him. You cut off his arm so that he bleeds out. He does not know to guard his weaknesses.”
As she rushed towards Malachi’s new position, she saw a woman with a sword. “Friend with a sword! Come help us! We are cutting off that mystic’s arm! I need it. For stuff.”
Yah.
As she got close, Lenna thrust her arm out and willed a bubble of telekinetic force into being around Malachi’s neck. It would be invisible to everyone, but orange to her. Inspired by her favorite film franchise of all time, Lenna began to apply crushing telekinetic force on the man’s neck and windpipe. As a side effect, it would momentarily hold him in place. Although if anyone else wanted to assist in holding someone in place near this Agatha mystic, they would not be out of place.
Lenna looked up from her attempt to rake Malachi’s face with rose thorns through telekinesis. “Who is the orange woman with the samurai sword?” She shouted. And beyond her, another mystic who looked stronger than the ones they had been fighting… oh, and the woman with the blade had put several on the ground behind them while she was focused on what she should be focusing on before. So, friend. Lenna returned her focus to helping Malachi get gutted by Aura.
> As Lenna spun to look in the direction of the screaming Bug woman, the wand she had stolen cracked in two against the side of its owner’s head. Then, another mystic made an announcement. > > Lenna watched her feet, as plant life spread from one mystic’s spell. A friend mystic, it seemed. They warned, at least. Yet another effect caused smoke to envelop the area bug girl was in. Then, Aura said something to her. > > “I just see you as a frieeeend,” Lenna called back. > > After her bad experiences with Ty (and maybe others), she really was not certain she wanted to be in any relationships. She hoped the needed announcement did not dishearten aura and get her killed. Aura immediately got hit by arrows of light, so— Lenna felt a bit bad about that. Bad luck. Timing sort of made her mad. The mystic aura was fighting took advantage of her being hit to pile on with attacks. Burning her. That was far too much. > > Lenna turned her attentions to a nearby wild rose bush, and with 16 bubbles of telekinesis, she tore the bits of the plant with thorns free. Then, she thrust out the thorny bits at the face of the mystic that was attacking Aura. Malachi, he was named. And as she did, she shouted “F** you!!” Usually, she had some trouble focusing her powers but presently, her focus was clear as day.
> Lenna popped on the comms. > > “Aura, your mic is on.” She said. > > A charging mystic got hit in the neck by a tranq dart. They had opted for speed, rather than defense. It had worked well for them, she had required more than one shot to make the hit. She had needed two. > > Her gun jingled as she stowed it away with the strap on her back, then she bent to pick up a stick. It was a rather large stick. She also had an extendable baton strapped to her side, but for the moment, the stick would do. Enemies were getting too close for comfort. > > Without words, Lenna left her obscured tree position and charged the nearest mystic. They found a timely trip hazard, an invisible Telekinetic bubble that caught one foot. As they tripped, Lenna swept down with the stick. It broke, but not before breaking the mystic. It was a rather large stick. Not lethal, but— with a movement of her hand and a thought, she sent the broken stick shards flying at the mystic just next to the first. Aimed at their eyes. As they recoiled, clutching at them to brush the splinters from their eyes, Lenna pulled the magic wand from their hand with a rapid tug of psychic energy, then beat them with it. > > Lenna had entered the fray.
> Lenna had planned on tossing that stun grenade at masses of mystics, as she hid out by the tree line. And damn it, but would not you see that massive approaching group there? She lowered her gun, and lobbed the stun grenade (with a little range boost from Telekinetic assist). It sailed into the ranks of the empowered mystics, to explode— to mooooooderate, if largely poor, effect. Some mystics had been given shields, some were simply tougher and more resilient with their constitutions. Some simply had not been close to the grenade. Of the large group, maybe 5 staggered. Two clutched their eyes, stunned. ‘Best I could have hoped for,’ Lenna thought. Then she went back to sniping at them with tranquilizer darts. In the six seconds of her action, she probably hit one mystic with a sleep dart. Then, she slipped back into the shadows and moved to a new location to hide. Grenade, dart, movement, hide. Action, action, movement and bonus action (a tabletop nerd she knew might have said) and then Lenna was done. She had not downed anyone. A few, staggered or stunned. The darted mystic was acting sluggish, and their reactions would be dull.
> **Lenna** Something Aura said confused Lenna. “These mystics came to dance, my null friend.”
She wasn’t sure what that meant. She was not a null, whatever that was. She was mutant. Oh well, maybe it was some sort of slang Aura had, and not the woman briefly getting an alternate reality version of her confused with this reality’s very dead version! Regardless, Lenna stowed the gun and hopped from the tree, lowering herself with telekinesis.
She threw a bubble of telekinesis around the foot of one mystic aura was fighting, so in a crucial moment he would meet minor resistance, be slower than usual, and trip himself up so she could defeat him with even greater ease. Invisible help. Yay! Then, she heard lots of sounds and saw lights. Something was happening by the front doors— and also by the gates. Sprinklers turned on, a wall of water, a guy in gold, someone was hexed on the comms, everything suddenly was going very fast in a short amount of time and two Humvees were being manhandled by a Man who shouted about being a god.
Lenna sighed and repositioned in her camouflaged spot. Then, she proceeded to continue with tranq dart cover fire. At one point, she tossed a stun grenade into a large clump of mystics assaulting the front doors.
”I do not believe I ever was in preschool,” Lenna noted agreeably. What age was it children were sent to PRE school? Maybe she simply had forgotten. So much is pushed aside when you learn all the wrong things instead of math, history, and science.
She looked around for cleaning supplies, but a sudden voice caused Lenna to turn and lose focus on that.
Wow, this woman had many orange tentacles and orange eyes and orange everything and—
Lenna slowed her stride, no. The woman was not an orange spider woman, or an orange octopus. This was her power being difficult and targeting all things once more. If she focused, she would surely see true colorations. It was just that she did not care enough to do that one thing. And it was not as if anyone else would ever be able to see her telekinesis bathing the world in orange as it targeted all the things ineffectually. This was simply… something she had to deal with that others would find insane if spoken about. Yes. What phrase had some kid tried to teach her? And what had it meant again? Ah yes. It was simply her cross to bear… because it often made her cross. Like two bears. Crossing two bears, that was the phrase.
She was crossing two bears.
What.
People often make very little sense. She would have to tell off the person who had tried to teach her that phrase another day. It was foolish.
But anyways. Ms. Durchdenwald: that was the teachers name. She sometimes took her class, when it suited her. But clearly, she did not pay the appropriate amount of attention, if it seemed as if she were meeting a mansion teacher for the very first time.
She picked up a shattered piece of desk and moved it to a corner. This revealed something that may have matched the descriptor. If only she could tell color from color.
Lenna held up a box. It was a box with a lock. ”Is this blue?” She made a frowning face.
