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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
She was very studiously ignoring the television while she folded clothes. This was her second load of laundry. She'd hoped that clothes fresh from the dryer would be warm and soothing and sleep-inducing.
Her brain was too busy not scanning the news for, well, news. It was pointless anyway. By the time the story broke and they wrangled a reporter the fight would be over. Just a little summary of violence. Though, it could be ongoing... in fact, she needed to go get her X-com and keep it close because if it really was that big a deal, they would need her too.
Except, it wasn't on the bed-side table.
Not in the drawer or the bathroom. Not under the bed, in the sink, near the hamper, laundry room, kitchen, dining table, under chairs, down the disposal, or in the pantry. Maya eyed the trash can. Could it be...?
...10 minutes later, she'd sorted and organized the trash and it wasn't there either.
Couch cushions! Maya stopped to wash her hands before she zipped back toward the living room.
He felt like such a cliche. Admittedly, a cliche wearing a silly costume, but a cliche none the less. Cafas sat, watching the drizzle outside, coffee in one hand, donut in the other. It was so not on his diet, but he wasn't even slightly sorry.
His X=com had been silent for an hour. It was good, really, but boring. Another sip of coffee didn't even start to solve that problem. Why had he left his cellphone at the Mansion? He could at least be playing some silly game.
Eventually he didn't feel like he could justify sitting there any longer, even though the rain had picked up. He may as well patrol, right?
Somewhere out there the sun was approaching the horizon. It wouldn't do much through the clouds, but at least it would mean his night was almost over.
His X-com was pocketed, headphone running into his left ear. His helmet slipped over the top and kicked his bike to life. It growled to life, the familiar vibration of the engine almost comforting. At the very least, it would be less boring.
His tires slipped often. He really just needed to replace them, they were wearing down. The X-man rode around Manhattan, waiting for something, ANYTHING, to happen. It just never did. Instead, he rode in the near freezing rain until his shift was over.
Oh thank God.
The sunlight weakly penetrated the clouds, doing nothing to warm the day. Cafas wove between traffic, headed back to the Mansion. Normally he'd just head home, but he needed his phone, and it went against protocol to leave that script just laying around. Not that he hadn't already.
Her legs were on the couch. The cushions were not. Maya let her head rest against the cushy carpet while she fished under the bottom lip of the couch for that hard-to-make-out shape that maybe could almost might be her X-com.
She brushed it with her fingers, but only succeeded in pushing it back and into the slanting lines of morning light that were cutting through the windows.
Morning light.
It took a minute to right herself, but when she did Maya was gaping at the window.
It was morning.
She looked around.
A tornado actually had torn through the apartment at one point. The kitchen was still tidy if you counted organized piles of rubbish on the floor tidy, but she'd started to get a bit desperate when her com wasn't anywhere to be found.
He'd be coming home soon. Or. Wait. What time was it? Shouldn't he be home already!? She went to find her phone and shoot off a sloppy miss youb text before the elemental set about setting things back into place. Finally, she caved in turning on the morning news. She let it run while she tried to fix things and kept an ear out for something, anything.
Cafas yawned as he picked up his phone, dropping it into his jeans pocket. A moment later it registered that he'd spotted a message. His energy, now that he was off shift, was waning fast.
Miss youb
A smile graced his face. He'd be back with her so soon. Bleary and cute, just waking up. The X-man grabbed his script and made to leave. He was nearly to the door when he noticed something small sitting on one of the desks. An X-com. Was it his? He had been certain he'd clipped his to his belt. Whoever's it was needed it though.
Damn.
Cafas sighed, which turned into another yawn. He was picking up the device by the time he'd finished yawning. He flipped it over, checking for a name.
Ghost
Perfect.
Delivering the damn thing to someone else would have been time better spent snuggling in bed. It was soon pocketed as well.
His key turned in their apartment door half an hour later, a bedraggled and lightly shivering Cafas stepped inside. The real pain of riding in the rain. His wet clothes were stripped where he stood, bundled up and delivered direct to the laundry.
Huh, place seems neater than when I left...
He dismissed the thought as his imagination and headed for the kitchen to get a drink. He nearly tripped over as he entered. More confused than frustrated, Cafas turned to check what he'd stepped on. It looked like a pile of boxes. That was odd. He looked around at his feet and found that he was standing in the middle of sorted piles of trash.
That's... That's super weird.
He put the trash back where it belonged, poured himself a glass of water, downed it, and headed to bed. One X-communicator went on either nightstand, and Cafas slipped under the covers, finding and snuggling into Maya. It didn't help make him less cold, but it was comforting none the less.
He was asleep the minute his head hit the pillow, and his nostrils filled with the wonderful smell of ozone.
~~~
Cafas sat bolt upright, eyes wide open, heart hammering in his chest. The sudden assault of light nearly drove the flashback from his mind. It did nothing to rid his hands of the sensation of...
That was a different time. You can't change it, only try to make up for it.
The mantra helped him not to cry. It didn't stop him feeling sick to his stomach. He took a few moments to steady himself, repeating the mantra. When he finally felt like he had it a little under control, he looked for Maya. She wasn't in bed, but of course she wasn't, it was mid afternoon.
The metal manipulator pushed himself out of bed, forgoing clothes in favor of his phone. He walked to the kitchen by instinct, eyes fixed on the cell's screen. His fingers found Maya's contact and dialed. Hopefully she wasn't too busy. He just needed to hear her voice.
His free hand flicked the kettle on as the phone dialed.
Alarm clocks were silly. Also eye-roll-inducing: mornings, lines at the coffee cart, staying up for no good reason, and making promises. Except when those promises were to her kids, of course.
That was the only thing that could have dragged her out of bed before noon today. That and she was embarrassed to have woken up to her X-com. It was just itting there on her bed side table as if it had been there the entire time. Had she really just overlooked it?
She was only the barest hint of sore today so she figured that meant she was fine to ghost herself and her coffee to the Mansion. It was field trip day and they needed chaperones. Cafas said he might catch up by dinner time afterward, but he was an absolute log when she'd kissed him goodbye.
Maya whooshed into the pre-K room with great effect, tugging on shirt sleeves and buffeting little bodies. It was easy even with incomplete vision to identify Rowan when he hopped up from his carpet square to shout. "Mom!"
Other kids joined in with "Rowan's mom!" or "Ghost mom!" and Maya only felt a smidge repentant when the teacher called the kids back to their seats on the floor. The X-man took her time putting herself back together at the back of the room while the teacher, now firmly back in control of the room, explained about their trip to the art museum. Everyone would have a buddy, no more than 4 kids per adult, stick with your adult and keep track of your buddy.
There was one other parent waiting at the back of the room and he waved shyly. Maya waved back. Together with the teacher, the three adults were enough to cover the 12 kid class. The teacher paired the kids and then assigned two pairs to each adult. With one hand in Rowan's and the other in another child's, Maya didn't have a hand left to answer the phone when it buzzed in her pocket.
They all shuffled onto the bus in an excited chatterstorm. When Maya checked her phone, she called Cafas back immediately.
"Hey." She plugged her other ear with her finger in the hope that might help. "What's up? Are you still going to make it tonight?"
Meanwhile Rowan and the kids in the rows ahead of and behind them were all pelting her (and each other) with questions about being an x-man, art, phones, and the meaning of life.
The phone ringing out was disheartening, but he'd been expecting it. Kids demanded attention, mutant kids doubly so. He set the device down on the bench and poured the boiled water into coffee plunger.
Mug. Plunge. Pour.
He'd barely picked up the coffee when his phone began ringing. The ringtone was Maya's, a silly selfie she'd sent him flashing up on the screen. Without thinking, his hand darted out for the cell, heedless of the fact it had a hot mug of coffee in it. Scalding liquid sloshed out onto Cafas' hand, and the mug hit the bench a short time later. He let slip a solitary, withering, curse and retrieved his phone with his other hand.
Cafas could hear children in the background chattering and slinging questions left and right. Cafas smiled as he recognised Rowan's voice and the nature of questions being asked. Clearly Maya had made quite the entrance. Didn't she always. That wind trick always got the kids excited.
"Hey sweetheart!"
"Hey. What's up? Are you still going to make it tonight?"
Wait, what did I forget?
"Of course! Mansion?" He managed to keep his voice pretty cheery as, with his scalded hand, he tore off some kitchen paper and started mopping up the spilled coffee. Really, he was annoyed at himself for making a mess. "I just missed you, wanted to hear your voice." Which sounded just as silly out loud as in his head. Speaking of hearing her voice... "Oh, hey, you left your com at the Mansion yesterday. I didn't check, did you pick it up from the bedside this morning?" Cafas fed the wet paper into the trash and started to pour a second cup from the coffee pot.
"What's a Mansion side?" "Miss Planchard said there's sides of beef. Do you emember the book about the farmer?" "People farm at the Mansion?" "There's a garden!"
>"I just missed you, wanted to hear your voice."
Maya felt all nice and warm on the inside despite the talk of hamburger. She fumbled for something appropriate to say in front of children that wouldn't start an embarrassing conversation. She was saved from the task when Cafas mentioned the com.
"That was you?" Maya casually reached across the bus walkway to pull a little girl's hand out of another little girl's hair. She shook her head at the girl so she knew it wasn't nice to pull on hair even as she kept talking to Cafas.
"I looked ev-er-y-where for that thing. Thought I was going nuts." Of course when faced with the option to go nuts with worry about an X-shift or go nuts about a silly misplaced piece of tech, she'd opted for the slightly healthier option.
"-BOOGERS!"
Maya hadn't been listening to the kids' conversation, but once she saw Rowan wielding his finger at another child, it was all too easy to guess where that was going.
"Look, I gotta go." She sighed into the phone and fended off a booger attack. "I'll see you at dinner. Love you."
"Love you!" A kid echoed. "Boogers love you!"
"Rowan—!" She hit the end button and scrambled to intervene again.
"Look, I gotta go. I'll see you at dinner. Love you."
Cafas was too busy laughing to reply properly. He managed a "Love you too." between fits of giggles. It sounded like it was going to be a very worn out Maya at dinner. With any luck he could keep a straight face through the sillier stories if he laughed himself out then.
Oh that poor, sweet woman.
~~~
Cafas slipped out of the Danger Room, straight into the God Room to restart the safeties and figure out how to return it to one gravity. Three had been pushing his body a bit. It had certainly made the fighting more interesting. He checked the time while he was at it.
Damn, late.
Feeling exceptionally light, Cafas dashed on tired legs into the X-men's showers. He'd have liked to take a long, relaxing shower, but the thought of seeing Maya was far too exciting to be late for. By the time he'd dried, dressed, and stowed his uniform, he was practically on time. In fact, he could hear the excited chatter of the returning kids as he climbed the stairs.
I thought she'd said art museum... Is it even possible for them to not be excited?
The doors opened as Cafas hit the entry foyer. He probably should have waited for the debrief to be done. Maybe just for less of a crowd. Time was just for to precious commodity to waste, though. He swept Maya into a hug almost as soon as she'd crossed the threshold. Giggles abounded from the young crowd. He kept the hug short for the sake of the exasperated and tired look he received from the teacher. Or was that the other parent? Either away, they were an adult, and less than impressed with Cafas.
Oh, and the second he let go he was being used as a jungle gym. That could really only mean one thing. "Hey Ro, fun field trip?" Cafas scooped an arm under the boy, lifting him until he'd monkey'd his way onto The X-man's shoulders, the metal manipulator falling in with the rest of the field trip group, headed for their classroom.
"We looked at arts!"
"Cool, bet Mom loved it." His eyes searched Maya's for an answer to the far more important question. Was she okay? It had sounded like it was going to be a very long trip on the phone.
By now, she was used to getting swept up in hugs and smiling away any questions or comments. It was just how Cafas was, onlooking crowd of young impressionable minds or not. She tapped her forehead against Cafas' chin before she pulled away to let him wrangle Rowan. Just a touch. Just to say she was here without having to say it.
> "We looked at arts!"
>> "Cool, bet Mom loved it."
She'd helped herd the kids back to the room and was thankfully a bit busy with her back turned to the two conspirators so that she had time to compose a positive answer.
"I think my favorite part was the sculpture room." Which was to say that on the days when her vision was fully swapped over to spatial awareness, Maya couldn't see color or pictures or anything that was flat like name placards that indicated who made what.
It usually didn't matter. If she put on mismatching clothes, nobody really cared. People in New York had almost assuredly seen worse on purpose.
But when the kids had been pressing her to read the cards next to each artwork and she'd been unable to do so, it had been a little more embarrassing.
"Goodbye Rowan's Mom!" She waved to the classroom, gave a light hug, and dislodged a kid from her leg. A few parents were showing to pick up their kids. A few kids in the Mansion almost never left, like Rowan. He shouted his goodbyes from Cafas' shoulder.
"We'll see you guys again." She assured them.
And for Cafas, her assurances were equally as vague. "Man, I'm wiped out. Have you been to the kitchen yet?" Maybe someone else had already made something and they wouldn't have to.
"Did you know there are dead people inside mummies, Cafas?"
"And that sarcophaguses are included in the art section of the museum as well as the natural history section?" She added as she went to pull the door open and went entirely through the door knob. It wasn't the first time today she'd done that either.
"I can get it, mom. I'm strong." Rowan was ready to monkey back down just to get the door.
"Sorry, I got kinda caught up in the danger room. Took me longer than I expected to convince it to adjust gravity. Turns out it's complicated to pull off. Pretty sure I didn't get it right." He'd technically just applied a directional force roughly equivalent of two gravities. It didn't pull though, more pushed. The coding wasn't exactly elegant either.
"Did you know there are dead people inside mummies, Cafas?"
"Yup! They're super old too. Older than Doc Prof even!" Cafas laughed, trying to figure out if there was a hidden meaning to Maya's sculpture reply. It certainly seemed like the sort of answer that might. Not for the last time, Cafas cursed his lack of insight. "The cross over makes sense though. Those things are amazing. Ten thousand BC and they did things with gold that impress me." Not that he couldn't replicate it, but it blew him away that they managed it with hand tools. Well, and possibly mutations, but it seemed too consistent over too long a period.
Watching Maya fail to open a door was a gut wrenching reminder of the ever present ticking countdown on their time together. It threw Cafas enough that he almost dropped Rowan as he clambered his way off Cafas and opened the door with a grin.
"See!"
The accompanying flexing was adorable, but Cafas missed it, brown eyes fixed on Maya, teeth clenched past the pain.
If there is a God, I'm going to kill them for this.
The kitchen was in full mealtime swing. Food was ready and waiting. It may not have been the best, but it was healthy, serviceably tasty, and catered to pretty much every dietary requirement. Cafas gave Maya a hand, because if doors were too much, he wasn't going to make her risk a public scene with a plate of food. "Quiet night last night. Bit of gang stuff, but that was dealt with before I even got there. Not that I'm complaining, just- Here Ro, let me cut that for you buddy. - Well, you know I don't do sitting still." Cafas leaned over and quickly made Rowan's food more bite sized, before the pup elbowed someone in his effort.
"So a harder day, then?" Cafas intoned softly while Rowan was busy eating. He didn't even try to mask his concern, she'd have seen right through it anyway.
"Very good. Much stronger than me. Bravo." Maya clapped and tried to be cheerful. Cheerful was better than sad or angry. Rowan flexed a bit more before Maya herded them onward. She caught the look Cafas had on his face even without perfect detail, but dinner wasn't exactly the best time to break down about things.
It was the best time to argue about veggies. "One more, Ro."
"But I don't like broccoli."
"Okay then carrots. I know you like carrots." Maya directed her son to the next platter, this one full of cold and raw vegetable alternatives. She oversaw his carrot scooping because if she didn't, she would just be walking behind Cafas completely useless while he handled the plates. Besides. Everyone needed vegetables.
She touched Cafas' arm, the one carrying her plate. She didn't like feeling useless. She didn't like Cafas picking up her slack. She wanted to apologise, but it wasn't right for the situation. Not exactly. "Thanks."
They took a seat together, a little family in a sea of the larger mutant family of the Mansion at dinner time.
> "Quiet night last night."
"I stayed up later than I should have looking for the stupid com." Maya touched the little device where it was clipped to her shirt at the waist.
"Mo~om. It's not nice to say stupid. Stupid is not a good way to talk to people that are stupid."
Maya nearly snorted her broccoli. "My bad. I'll try not to say it again."
Rowan went on to affirm that his teacher disapproved of the kids putting each other down, which was nice to hear, and then became distracted by his freshly portioned meal.
> "So a harder day, then?"
"I just stayed up too late is all." But he wasn't going to accept that was he? Maya frowned at her plate aware from her spatial senses just how displeased Cafas was.
"I'll go... I'll... it'll be okay. Okay?" She'd already seen doctors. She'd already seen geneticists and engineers and pharmaceutical companies. Nobody had a great answer for her. But there were still options. Maybe. Probably.
She nudged his shoulder with hers. "I've got some really great reasons not to give up."
The smell of stale beer wafted over Cafas like a tsunami of regrets. He swallowed and sighed as bile crept up the back of his throat, memories of many nights and subsequent mornings clawing for attention. He suppressed them again and surveyed the damage.
The liquor cabinet door was, in a word, ruined. There was a small pool of amber liquid pooling on the floor. The source was obvious, a puddle of IPA that was well on its way to permanently staining the wooden cabinet's lowest shelf. Slivers of glass floated on the surface of the beer, larger shards scattered behind them. A lump of metal that had once been a spoon was caught in the back of the cabinet, embedded in the rear wall, surrounded by bottle shards.
I should have cleaned this last night...
"Hey sweetheart, could you grab me some kitchen paper?"
His request went unanswered. But of course it did, it was Friday night. Cafas sighed sadly. It hadn't even been that long since Maya had all but moved in, but he'd grown so used to it. Every weekend was the same. He didn't begrudge her the weekends with Rowan, how could he? He'd spend the nights there himself if he could, but those Mansion rooms were hardly spacious, and he just wasn't sure Rowan was ready for that.
Or, you know, Cafas.
He removed his shirt and used that to mop up the beer. The glass was swept into a pile for him to deal with later. The smell would probably never fully leave the wooden cabinet, he really shouldn't have left it a full day like that. It had totally ruined the note Maya left for him. His jaw tensed, and a new pang of loneliness hit him. He needed to distract himself. A project for the night.
May as well get rid of this then. When was the last time I had a drink anyway?
Annoying, but hardly worth waking up. Maya didn't think about it then. Now that morning had rolled around, she couldn't think about anything else.
Drip.
"I didn't mean to."
"Can you...?" Where to start? Maya glanced at Rowan and knew by his shivering lower lip that punishment wasn't the answer. "Let's get some towels."
Rowan's sippy cup lay lidless on his bed. There was way more liquid than a single cup could account for, though. Maya danced on tippy toes through the moist carpet and into the puddling floor of the bathroom where the tap still dripped into a full basin of water.
It took two deep breaths to stay nice and rational and calm while Maya turned the knob that shut off the flow of water coming from the bathroom. She fished a towel out from the cabinet, thankful that the water hadn't actually pooled that high.
"So you needed a drink." The kid nodded and Maya wrapped a big fluffy towel around his shoulders to stop the shivering.
"You were very thoughtful and didn't want to wake mommy up to help." More nodding. Maya slogged through the standing water and back to the squishy carpet to see what things had been on the floor and what was still dry.
"You just... forgot to turn the water off?" Rowan looked at the bathroom and then at his mother, still nodding. Very much a lot of nodding.
"But, honey, why's there a towel in the sink?"
Rowan craned his neck to check. Yes. There was a towel in the sink. He pulled his dry towel up to his nose and shrugged. "It was wet in there."
Yeah. And now it was wet everywhere else too...
Ring, ring. Maya put in a call to her favorite person ever. "Uh. Hey. Would it be a bother if I brought Rowan over today?"
An array of bottles stood on the kitchen bench, various quantities of liquid left in them. Cafas stood with one such bottle held in hand, its cap off, above the sink.
This probably should have been step one.
It had seemed like such a simple prospect, just dump it all. He didn't drink any more, what was the point in keeping it?
It would have made resisting that much easier.
It just wasn't happening though. Why couldn't he tip the bottle? Why was his hand shaking? Why did he feel nauseated by the smell, and yet desperately like he wanted to drink it? He'd been in that position for five minutes, unmoving but for the tremors, conscious mind struggling to regain control of his body.
Just ditch it. Come on, dump it in the sink and be done.
His hand tilted, then went back to straight. The excuses started flowing through his mind again. It was starting to become predictable to him. The cycle just kept... cycling.
A sudden rattling of plastic on stone startled him, dropping the bottle like a guilty child. It hit the sink like a hammer on a gong, bouncing back to upright through some miracle of physics. Cafas glared at his phone like it had tried to kill him, though his expression lightened considerably when he noted the caller I.D.
"Good morning!"
"Uh. Hey. Would it be a bother if I brought Rowan over today?"
Cafas glanced along his bench. The silly selfie he used for a phone background caught in his mind for a second, and a smile crept onto his face. "Not at all." The metal manipulator reached out and pushed the bottle onto its side, contents spilling into the sink and down the plug hole. "Is his cute mom coming too? Don't tell her, but I'm totally in love with her." Cafas held the phone to his ear with his shoulder and began uncorking another bottle.
"I'll be there" She breathed a sigh into her words. Why had she thought the answer would be no? Just because Rowan had never stayed over before? "Uhm. Actually, I kinda need my hands here. You... want to talk to Ro?" Because the boy was giving her gimmie=gimmie eyes, but clearly felt responsible for the mess —which he was— so apparently he didn't think he was allowed to ask.
"Don't drop it in the water, 'kay?" She handed the phone to her son and set about picking up the few sodden things and going to see if the Mansion had a shop-vac. How long would it take for the carpet to air out?
Rowan started off with a shy hello, but was quickly coerced into talking about some of his undersea water adventures. Which... didn't lend a lot of credibility to the idea that his midnight water adventure had been an accident.
Eventually, they had to hang up to accommodate the vacuum. Eventually, they got a small bag packed for Rowan. Eventually, the pair made it to Cafas' doorstep.
Nervous for some reason, Maya decided to knock. Actually, she let Rowan knock. He was better at it anyway.