The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
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Posted by Ranger on May 22, 2017 12:56:48 GMT -6
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It seemed the exercise had Jude’s attention. As the members of Alpha made their way through the house he commented and questioned.
”That’s right. Most of us aren’t so powerful t’ make due with just our powers alone. Those of us who are choose to train without using them much, adapteds are a thing. Train for the worst hoping for the best.” The Ranger watched Montgomery run dry while approaching a target and a blade sprung from his arm in an instant. A quick slice, the target was in half, and then the blade was back in the arm and he was reloading. Blink and you’d have missed it.
”Correct, they can review the run afterwards an’ assess any mistakes made an’ how t’ correct them in the next run. An’ yeah, since they’re runnin’ hot they could shoot each other. So far they’ve that hasn’t happened. You play how you train.” A camera showed a barricaded door. The team stacked up on it and Blair blew the door open with an unseen wall of force. The rest of the team filed through, Blair taking up the rear.
One last room and the house was cleared.
”This is where most of the bullets each week are fired. Those four in the shoot house. They’ll debrief and review the footage. I’ll show y' the garage so we’ll be out of the way.”
The Ranger led the way out of the room and out to the garage. Alpha was leaving the shoot house about the time the viewing room. After the Ranger turned to walk toward the garage Sideshow, from behind the rest of the team, gave Jude a look like he knew something everyone else didn’t.
Sideshow had the ability to project images into people’s minds. He also could to a minor extent get a feel for people’s thoughts. He couldn’t read or listen into specific thoughts but was able to gather an impression of them.
”Put like that it’s so simple.” Rianne joked, ”There’s bound to be someone out there. Given enough time I’m sure you’ll find the backer you need.If not there’s always GoFundMe.” She certainly didn’t have the money to help Ambrosia. Not that she was hurting for money, but NYPD wasn’t anywhere near what some other large departments made relative to cost of living.
Ambrosia clinked Rianne’s glass and Rianne took a long drink before answering. ”Sometimes. Mostly it is just trouble getting to sleep. The more time there is after I have to take a shot the better it gets… and it does get easier to deal with. Nothing shakes you like your first."[/color]
More pleasant things? Yes please!
”I don’t have anyone right now. Haven’t gone out of my way to look for someone and work has made it difficult lately.” Rianne shrugged. As much as she would enjoy having someone else in her life like that she could carry on without the companionship. ”I do have parent’s who live in New York though. They moved upstate a couple years ago when they retired. The few years they lived in the city had been enough for them… And they didn’t move back to Texas so we could still be close. I’m their only kid. How about yourself?”
Posted by Ranger on May 21, 2017 21:38:29 GMT -6
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"Finally, someone to do actual work around here." Chris Renfield called "I for one welcome the chance to not do paperwork guilt free."
"You already skip out of it seemingly guilt free, Sideshow." Chided Charles Montgomery before looking to Jude, "Good to have you here kid."
The other two men gave welcomes to Jude as well and Sideshow eventually followed with his own. Then Charles turned to the Ranger to inform him, "We're about to clear the house, if you or the kid want to watch."
Checking the time the Ranger answered, "Yeah, we can spare a few miutes." He waved for Judde to follow him and headed back out of the room. Once they had exited and made their way back to the room with the cameras the light above the door to the shoot house went red.
The Ranger opened the door to a room with a few chairs at a desk with many screens. The screens showed every room of the shoot house from at least two angles. "Here's what Alpha does."
There was a short wait but eventually a camera showed the door to the house bust open. Gerhert was in first, a bright flash like a bolt of lightning errupting between his hands. Whle he transitioned to his rifle the rest of the team poured in. Montgomery was the second in and moved along one wall shooting tagets, then Renfield who went the opposite direction also shooting tagets. Blair brought up the rear. They moved through the room all ending in different quadrants shooting past each other several times but never close to hitting a friendly.
While it happened the Ranger gave a brief rundown to Jude. The darker targets are what they're shootin' at. The white targets are hostages. They have to clear eah room eiminating their targets without hittin' a hostage or eachother."
From there the squad moved from room to room clearing the entire house with a swift efficiency that spoke to thousands of hours of practice.
Jude confirmed the Ranger's introduction and then cracked a joke. Which there is no way Kyle hadn't heard a thousand times before. The Ranger just shook his head slightly. Jude decided to double down. Again providing a line Kyle had heard before. This was clearly going nowhere very quickly. The Ranger turned to leave the room. Jude followed, but couldn't resist one last line.
He affected a terrible impersonation of Arnold Schwarzenegger and said, "Come with me if you want to lift."
The Ranger stopped and turned to face Jude. That was so bad he couldn’t help but crack a smile. Turning away he face palmed before walking off shaking his head. ”That was horrible. You an Sideshow should get along.”
As they approached the end of a hallway the Ranger pointed to a door, ”From there yo=’ can see camera feeds from the shoot house.” He looked to a blue light above the door at the end of the hall. ”Blue is cold, red is hot. The door won’t open if the room is hot.” Then not sure if the kid knew what he meant added, ”Hot means they’re shootin’ inside.”
Since the light was blue, the Ranger approached and the door unlocked. He opened the door and stepped inside. It was a large open space with what looked like a half built house inside. A group of four men stood near what looked like it was the front door. They were wearing their tactical gear and had pistols at their hips and rifles slung across their chests.
Pointing them out as he spoke, the Ranger told Jude their names as they approached. ”Jonas Gerhart, Chris Renfield, Thomas Blair, an’ Charles Montgomery. Their all Alpha, this is where they spend most of their time when here.”
As they approached the Ranger called out to the team, ”Howdy, yall. This is Jude, he’s some new blood in the office.”
Rianne smile widened as Cait complimented how she looked. She didn't need people's approval of how she looked, but it was always nice when someone paid it a compliment. "We'll just have to find you something that does look good. And maybe get you out to the gym with me sometime. Anyone can get arms like these if they put in the work." She loved taking people to the gym with her. Helping people realize their own strength and surpass what they thought possible was fulfilling in a way.
When Cait fired a text back Rianne laughed. She wasn't sure how the girl could abuse her number, but she could bet if anyone oould Cait could.
"It might be possible. I recommend tequila." Rianne held up and moved around her margarita in example before drinking more.
Now it would be Rianne's turn to select the song. She sucked down the last of her margarita as fast as she could without giving herself a brain freeze. Then she was off her bar stool.
The problem with duets is that they either heavily favor one person or are a love song. Rianne had no problem with a love song, she could have fun singing and dancing to it on the stage without feeling awkward about singing to her new friend. "Pretty much every duet I can think of is a love song. That work? I can maybe find something else if it is."
Dr. Graves took the initiative in taking care of the others who were in the room. He could keep a level head under stress, this was good. It also meant that Rianne was free to focus on the mutant she'd just manhandled.
When the mutant passed out from the blood choke, Rianne quickly pulled what looked like a large zip tie from her belt and used it to cuff the mutant's hands together. They held his hands close enough that he couldn't use his power on them to free himself. Add the fact he was cuffed behind his back and she was now cuffing his ankles the mutant wouldn't be melting through anything more than the floor anytime soon.
The mutant cuffed she shit the door again. Then retrieved her pistol from the floor and holstered it.
Her radio continued to provide information. Officers had apprehended the individuals from one of the vans. There was a firefight going on at the second. The men from the third were making their way through the hospital. Many of the nurses had managed to get to safety, blessedly. This meant they would have a hard time figuring out where Tony was. The officers inside were coordinating to stop them.
Rianne was to stay put. She was the last line of defense for the doctors in her room. And the last line of defense to keep Tony in custody.
Looking around, Rianne searched for something to barricade the door. If they could hold out until the outside was secured she could evacuate the doctors through the windows. Thankfully, these nicer rooms had nice furniture for guests. Rianne grabbed a couch and quickly shoved it across the room to block the door. It was nice and heavy, better for their purposes and not an issue for Rianne. Her power made it easy.
This was their Alamo, but this time the Texan would triumph.
"Whatever comes through the door, just stay behind me."
Without a doubt the pair were mutants, it was just a matter of what they could do.
Rianne’s radio was abuzz with what was happening. A fight at the van, a mutant in the hospital starting a rampage, and another fight was erupting at the other van behind the hospital. They really didn’t want Tony to remain in police custody. One would think they would at least wait until he had recovered some. Rianne wondered if they knew something the police didn’t.
Dr. Graves took care of the others who were in the room. Good job on his part. Rianne was preoccupied trying to gain situational awareness so that was a load off her plate. That accomplished he informed Rianne that the mutant was on the way. That was good to know. Most of the officers stationed in the hospital had headed out to assist at the vans or were down.
”Stay back.” It wasn’t forceful, or said in any way like a command. It was advice. ”He’s been melting through everything and I don’t want to lose the door.”
Moving to where she could direct her gun through the door as she opened it, Rianne took position. There she waited making a shushing sound to stave off any speaking. Her power engaged and she could hear sounds through the door. She heard the mutant approach. When his foot falls were right outside the door she flung it open and fired. Several times.
The mutant had his hand up and his power disintegrated the bullets.
Rianne dropped her sidearm, reached forward with both hands and took hold of the mutant by the arm and flung him bodily over herself. She followed him down and landed a knee in his back, arm with the glowing hand wrenched way up behind him. He howled in pain.
With one hand Rianne held the arm up, with her other she took hold of the man’s collar and used it to choke him out. He power gave her strength to resist his attempts to free himself.
The radio carried on. Another van arrived, a pair of men jumped out and were entering the hospital at the far end from where they now were..
”If I ever decide to attend a festival you’ll be the first call i make.” Rianne said with a smile. Having someone to attend a festival with might just be the ticket to get her to actually attend one.
Ambrosia told Rianne about how she would like to fund programs to educate young people about mutants and tolerance. ”That sounds like a wonderful idea. The funding though, I don’t know where you’d get that. Buddy up to some rich mutants maybe? I’ve seen people throw money hand over fist at much less noble causes.” Like anything political. Ever. Did they really need that much money?
”Having to deal with taking the shot is the hardest thing. It isn’t even like when you fire to defend yourself. That is easier to justify to yourself. Taking the shot as a sniper it…” Rianne fumbled around trying to find a way to describe it. ”As a sniper you control the time and means of someone’s death. Sure you sometimes have to make the snap shot, but often you receive the okay to fire and you decide when the person you are watching dies. It is so cold and very much a conscious action.”
Rianne held up her margarita, ”Tequila helps take the edge off, sometimes.”
The kid stated that while he did have questions he’d like to see the rest of the place. The Ranger nodded, it was a lot of information to take in at once. ”We’ll get y’ up t’ speed in no time. It’s less complicated than it seems once y’ get workin’ on ‘em.”
The Ranger started throwing the rifles back together. ”There should be a couple of the guys here. There’s normally not many of us in house at once. I think most of Alpha is here though in the shoot house.” The rifles assembled he took them back to where they lived. ”And yeah, we do coffee here. I’ll show you where it is next.”
The guns put away he headed back to the door. Like when he entered, the Ranger had to enter a number on a keypad to get out. He waited for Jude to leave before shutting the door.
The break room wasn’t far, just a couple rooms over. It was one of the few rooms that didn’t require anything to get through the door. Just a normal door and doorknob. Inside was the standard break room fair. Counters, tables, chairs, microwave, refrigerator, and a fancy coffee machine with an army of bottles and containers of coffee additives next to it.
A tall man, somewhere around 6’7” with shoulders so broad it disguised his height until you got close, sat in the room. He greeted the Ranger,
“Hey Michael… Who’s the kid?”
”This is Jude. He’s the new guy that’ll be workin’ in paper hell and the armory.” He turned to Jude, ”This is Kyle Gates, one of the two Bravo team leads.”
The officers outside and the mobsters worked themselves to a stand still. The officers were unwilling to shoot yet and the mobsters unwilling to comply. While this was going on another call came over the radio. Male, mid thirties, 6'3", well groomed, some kind of tattoo going up his neck had entered the hospital and was stirring up trouble.
In the room Rianne could see that the doctors had noticed her hand working her holster. A moment later Dr. Empath, or Dr. Graves rather, made his way to her.
"Unless I'm mistaken, someone not too pleased has gotten inside, and is disconcerting the rest of the staff."
Rianne nodded to him listening to the radio. "Three men in a standoff with two officers out front. Another believed to be associated is in the building. He hasn't hurt anyone but he is making his anger known." She said quietly
Suddenly her eyes went wide. Shot fired. The officers outside were firing on the first mobster who had appeared to comply. He'd instead been slowly glowing large spikes to fire. One of the officers had been hit in the arm the other's vest had blocked a couple spikes. Immediately after that a call came out that the man in the building had covered his hand in some kind of energy and had used it to burn though a counter when a nurse refused to tell him where Tony was.
Rianned grasped her pistol, rocked it back then forward to release it, and drew her pistol. She brought it up the her chest, the side of the gun pressed to her body with the muzzle down. Her other hand went to the door.
Her feelings from before washed away. She her calm settle in as training took over.
"Everyone stay calm. This is now an active shooter situation."
The doctor admitted that he was an empath. "It's fine. Just wasn't expecting it." And it was fine. Mostly. She didn't like the idea of someone being privy to her feelings at the moment, but if the man really couldn't help it there was nothing to be done about it.
Rianne let the the exchange about the hostages die. She would be fine to talk about it eventually. She always was fine later, it was still too soon. She simply smiled in reply.
As they moved again to the room Tony was being moved to the doctor explained that he thought something was up and that he felt it was good they hadn't advertised the truth of the situation. "Protocol was to keep it hush hush..." Rianne trailed off and her hand went to her radio where she turned up the volume of her earpiece. The officer and mobster were shouting and more mobsters were exiting the van. No call that the officers pistol was drawn. "Spooking everyone in the hospital wouldn't help anyone."
The room they moved Tony was a private room. Dr. Empath must be pretty good, he'd picked up on what was going on and made a good decision. Keep Tony away from other patients if the brown stuff hits the fan. She followed the doctor into the room. She shut the door behind her and stood next to it while he went to do his thing.
She overheard him say, "Hmmm. Not much better, but at least he's not deteriorated" That was good to hear. Could be worse.
Again she listened to her radio. Pistol drawn. One mobster was complying with commands. Another mobster was moving around the officer. A third was circling the other way. Another police unit was heading in for backup.
Rianne slowly reached moved her hand to her sidearm and silently popped the buttons to her to the straps. Her level three holster was now a level two.
They won't know for quite some time, that made sense. They've what they could, that just meant time to wait. He was sorry this was hard for Rianne, that was... Wait.
Rianne was all but certain she hadn't been wearing her emotions on her face. The steely cop face is impenetrable when you need it. This doctor must be crazy good at reading people. Or an empath. Not that it made a huge difference right now. Rianne followed him as he spoke. She didn't have to stand immediately outside the door, and if needed she could cross half the hospital in seconds.
"I'll be fine. I did what I had to, and saved the hostages." Saving a group balanced out taking one life, right? Especially when that one is threatening to kill the group. It had to be.
She really needed a drink.
"He'll be moved to a private observation room, I'm about to head over there if you'd like to be near him."
"I have to be near him until I'm relieved. His status warrants someone from ESU watching him."
Outside, the officer was speaking to one of the mob member.
The door opened and doctors began to leave. They didn't look like they'd just watched a man die. Just exhausted. Rianne didn't blame them, this whole time she'd spent guarding them they'd spent staring down death.
Eventually one of the doctors joined her by the door.
"Judging by the way you're dressed, I'm assuming you're an officer overseeing the situation, Maam?"
She looked over to him. Distilling his description in cop mode. Mid twenties, 5'11", short brunette hair, hazel eyes, English accent, no visible mutation, scars, or tattoos.
"That's right. I'm officer Hunter." And I shot the man you just saved. "How is Tony?"
Over the radio there was talk about movement around one of the vans. Officer was moving in to talk to the men.
As the time ticked by more radio chatter rolled in. Another fan had shown up on the opposite side of the hospital. No aggressive moves had been made. Still just vans parked outside.
Rianne was growing restless. As she stood outside the operating room she could feel a fight coming. She felt it coming and knew she couldn't go to retieve a rifle or shotgun from her patrol car. If something happened it would be her sidearm and her powers against whatever huffed and puffed and tried to blow the hospital up.
Eventually the tone of the noise from the operating room changed. The frantic nature of the noise had dulled to more of a murmur. They must be through the thick of it.
Maybe this meant that Tony would survive. Maybe the mob outside wouldn't decide they want Tony back. Maybe she tonight she could go home at the end of her shift and drink a beer and put this all behind her.
Posted by Ranger on May 19, 2017 17:54:37 GMT -6
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The man who identified himself as Devon Hunter greeted the Ranger. Devon indicated all the paperwork was ready and invited him to sit. He wanted to talk to the Ranger first. This the Ranger could appreciate. With the type of work the Ranger's company did he didn't want to start blindly working for someone. Max had given the Ranger a solid first impression and the entire process to this point had confirmed it. Now it was time for the Ranger and Devon to truly get a measure of who they were dealing with.
"Nice t' finally meet you Devon. An' please, call me Michael." Nodding to Max he added, "Howdy, Max."
The Ranger moved to take a seat at the table. A circular table, functional and blurred the lines of rank. He approved.
Where to begin? In their talks it had come out that Blackforest offered more than your run of the mill security details. He would have to get to that. He decided to start with the beginning.
"I started Blackforest Tactical as a way t' apply my unique skills... I enlisted in the US Army right out of high school. Went to Ranger school right out of basic. Then went t' selection for Delta Force." It was not how he would normally refer to the team he worked with, but it was the common parlance for the team so it served. "Durin' the mutant registration JSOC shielded those of us by movin' us around keepin' us out of country. After that the higher ups cleaned out JSOC an' brushed the fact they shielded us under the rug by pushin' us out of the service. My desire t' protect kept me runnin' even after I was back stateside. I started Blackforest as a way t' get back into what I use to do. As you know we run day to day as security. What we would be providin' for you 24/7. We operate with incredibly high marksman standards and tactical scenario trainin' so our boys are a cut above any other guard."
Pausing for a moment the Ranger tapped the desk slightly with one finger. He looked to Max. He didn't know if this next part had been completely divulged to him as part of the dealings. He likely knew. "We are also ready t' provide black ops support. The Alpha unit of Blackforest is five mutants, myself included, who all served in Tier one operations in the US military. This unit handles those mission where you need someone t' kill, break, or steal or t' protect, secure, an' rescue. Y've likely seen whispers of our operations the last three years in the paper. High profile rescues, inexplicable deaths, and the destruction of at least one nuclear weapons program. You will be the first client I've deemed worth workin' for who isn't a NATO Government."
A bit long winded, but Devon had asked. He'd let Devon decide where to go from this overview.
