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.
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Liz walked down the hall slowly. The incident from the night before last was still fresh in her mind. It was all she’d been able to think about for the two days since. She kept replaying it over and over, primarily the parts where she’d been captured and thrown into the van. She’d avoided everyone in those days except Haylee, but Elizabeth couldn’t have helped that. After all, when you lived solely in your bedroom for a day and a half, you couldn’t help but see your roommate every once in awhile. But she hadn’t talked to Haylee. She hadn’t talked to anyone, not even Nico. She had just curled up on her bed, staring at the wall as she replayed the scenes over and over.
She hadn’t even siphoned off happiness from Nico. Instead, she was probably the reason he had been sulking with her as well. In fact, now that she really thought about it, she didn’t think she’d heard any birds chirping outside the window to her room or seen any bugs or anything flying around. But she’d been too emotionally drained to do much of anything but rest and sleep. That seemed to be happening a lot lately. Liz had only been at the mansion for a short time but had already been in more serious encounters than she or her parents ever had in their combined lives. That was why she hadn’t tried leaving the mansion to get away from everyone.
She hadn’t gone outside for different reasons. The grounds of the mansion were teeming with life, whether it be the mutant variety or the animal kind. The mutants she didn’t want to interact with and the animals she didn’t want to deal with. She wanted a chance to sort everything out for herself. And it wasn’t going so well. She had finally decided to talk about what had happened, but Haylee hadn’t been in their room. So Liz went to the person she knew second best.
Which was why she was standing outside room 217, Carrick’s room, with an African Grey Parrot on a shoulder and a large feather in the other hand. She softly knocked on his door, hoping he’d be in. "Huh-hello? It's me, Elizabeth," she said quietly.
Fear, true fear… it had been two days since Carrick had truly experienced it never before had he been immobilized by it and at the same time had he never felt so alive. It was the adrenaline he knew that but when he felt the bullet zoom passed his wing it was the first time he felt so human, so fragile, so helpless. If he didn’t have the ability to shift… he didn’t want to think about it. Carrick turned over on his bed not really sure how to react to this fear. He didn’t know how to react to it, he had been afraid plenty of times had even more panic attacks and had even gotten beaten up a few dozen times. It was weird all those times he didn’t have a problem handling it but when he realized recently that his actions put someone’s life in danger… that was the reason he had been shut in his room for a day, it was the first time he didn’t even really feel like flying.
His tail swayed behind him as he rolled over again, his eyes fixing to Kai’s tree it was green a color he loved to gaze at from above and one that he missed. Today was the day he was going to make it out again today he was going to flying and nothing was going to stop him, he would think better up there anyways he felt to cramped in his room and he was tired of not feeling himself. Getting out of bed and scratching his bare and hairless chest Carrick ran his fingers through his hair and rolled out of bed.
Walking over to the window with a purpose Carrick lifted the glass up and was ready to jump ready to feel alive again instead of feeling so distant from everything that made him who he was. Opening his wings inside his room and closing them again Carrick put one foot on the window sill and felt a small breeze kiss his cheek. It was the first time he smiled when he was by himself in two days. Leaning forward and sticking his head out the window ready to become king of the sky he felt himself freeze up from a familiar voice.
One he had been worried about for a while, so much happened to her in particular and this was the first time he had actually heard from her, not that he was necessarily looking for her during his time of seclusion but he had kept his eyes open when he was passing folk in the hallways. His wings closed and he felt the sudden need to hide under a rock, but that wouldn’t make her go away, no even though he felt responsible for what had happened to her he had to see her it would only put his mind at ease.
Walking over to the door as his tail twitched with anticipation he placed his hand on the door handle and he opened it. His multicolored eyes met her expression with a blank look but when he realized how sad and numb she looked Carrick’s face turned into a grin, normally he couldn’t care who most people were feeling but his friends… he wanted them to catch his contagious smiles, ”Elizabeth! Howya?” he asked his eyes closed as he mentally took full control over his tail and lifted it behind him to make it look like he was in a far better mood than he actually was.
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The door soon opened. Forgetting the height difference, Liz adjusted her eyes, missing the blank look. It was Carrick…and he was shirtless…and he had some sort of religious tattoo on his chest consisting of a cross and a shamrock. For a moment, confusion twisted her face. Why would he have a tattoo? Why wouldn’t he have a tattoo? Elizabeth wasn’t thinking too clearly. Everything was jumbled up and shoved to the background as the memories remained prominent and dominant. Liz caught herself beginning to stare and looked up at his face. A big smile greeted her and a tail bobbed happily in the air behind him. She froze.
This was not a good idea, she thought, alarmed by his level of happiness. No, this was the sort of reason she’d been hiding out in her room. So she wouldn’t be around people like Carrick. She didn’t want emotions right now. She still needed to work through the few she was left with. Before she allowed herself to back away and run back to her room, an act that would be very rude, she held up her right hand. “I-I brought your feather back,” her voice trailed and she shifted her eyes away from the boy. She didn’t want to see his smile. She didn’t want to deal with that right now. She needed to solve her problem, not dance around it.
“Can I- May I come in?” she asked softly, hoping and wishing he’d say no. Then she’d have a good excuse to flee to her room. She’d wait until Haylee got back and then—no. She’d made up her mind she was going to talk to Carrick and she was going to talk to him. Besides, she’d already gotten him up and at the door. And returning a feather was not enough of a reason for her to be there, especially not like she was. But she still wanted him to deny her entrance. Then her conscience would be free and she could go back to…what? Gazing at a single bit of chipped paint on her wall like a vegetable? Uncertainty tore at her as she still avoided his face.
He looked at the feather in her hand then looked back up to her, ”You can keep it,” he opened his wings and let out a small laugh, ”I have one or two more!” he ran his fingers along the tips of his feathers and looked back to the girl, ”And I was about to go to flying but that can always wait…” his gaze fixed on her face as she tried to not look at his own face, was she mad at him for what happened? He wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case she was avoiding his gaze for a reason, ”Americans are too polite!” he stepped away from his door and walked over to his bed and hopped on it and crossed his legs.
”You’re a friend, feel free to walk into my room whenever you want… though I guess you do need to at least knock seeing as this just isn’t my room.” eyes shifting over to a few of the plants he thought of his roommate who Elizabeth happened to run into the same night she was abducted, ”You remember Kai right?” Carrick asked curiously hoping she would remember him.
Looking to a few of the things cluttered and scattered on the ground Carrick hopped off of his bed and then looked to her, ”Sorry bout the mess!” reaching down and picking up a pizza box he pushed it along with some other stuff under his bed. There that should be a bit better, the floor was now pizza box free, now all that remained were some dirty clothes and a few pieces of paper but everyone has dirty clothes scattered about the floor right?
Turning to look back up at Elizabeth and Nico with a warm smile he asked, ”So did you come to just give me the feather back? Or did you need something else?” his hands continued to gather a few articles of clothing feeling he at least needed to try and make the floor visible. Walking them over to the wall where his hamper was he placed the clothes away and made his way back to where his bed was occasionally bending over and picking up an article of clothing or a sheet of paper.
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Elizabeth wasn’t sure how to take Carrick’s offer. Keeping a feather was weird, yet giving it back was just as weird. She’d probably throw it away later or something. Her thoughts weren’t complete at the moment. Then the lad stepped back into his room and perched on his bed, inviting her in. He considers me a friend? But I hardly know him. Liz carefully stepped into the room, avoiding each pile of clothing and stepping over the random junk. She sat on the bed opposite to Carrick.
Liz nodded when asked about Kai. Yes, he was the plant guy, wasn’t he? And he was also the other guy there that horrible night. She remembered him all too well. Like everything else that night. She allowed herself to be distracted as she watched Carrick enter a last minute cleaning spree. The mess didn’t bother her, at least not right then. That wasn’t why she’d come there.
The winged boy eventually stopped in his cleaning to ask her what her reason for coming was. Delaying her answer for a bit, Elizabeth watched as Nico walked down her arm and onto the bed before flying over to a tree, one that was just in range of the leash connecting his foot to Elizabeth’s wrist. Liz took a breath as she readied an answer. Still watching Nico, she replied in a hushed tone, “No, I…I came so we could talk. About that night.” Liz was grateful Carrick was still tidying up his room. That way, if she didn’t look him in the eye it wouldn’t be rude.
This was really a bad idea, the blonde thought. He’s not going to want to talk or he’ll blow it over. I should just leave now. I don’t want to ruin his good mood with my…blah. I can’t even look him in the eye!
He stopped in his tracks when she told him the reason she came for a visit was to talk about the night before. He took a breath and looked up with a smile trying to hide the fact that he too was afraid that night, ”Crazy night huh?” he asked as his tail drooped slightly before he continued moving picking up a few pieces of paper on in particular was of notice when he picked it up. Looking at the flyer that Kai had been throwing at him for the last week Carrick walked over and placed it on his roommates bed before he returned to where his guest was sitting on his bed.
”What in particular did you want to talk about?” Carrick asked curiously hoping it was the shift he had to undertake to help save Elizabeth, ”Ummm… if I scared you I’m sorry…” Carrick said as he walked to where Nico was and reached into his nightstand where he held a few midnight snacks one including a bag of bird seed. One of the side effects of his mutation was that he on occasion craved some bird seed and times like this were not different. He took a hand full and held it out to Nico wondering if the bird was hungry.
”Just glad your safe…” said Carrick as he looked to the girl sitting on his bed, the first girl actually to even step foot in his room. Unless Kai had some girls over when he wasn’t around though he wouldn’t have been too surprised. Kai was Kai after all.
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”Crazy night huh?”
Understatement of the decade. Liz solemnly nodded at the teen, making sure she didn’t roll her eyes. How on Earth could the lad be so casual about it? It hadn’t been like a party or something. But then again, he hadn’t been captured and thrown in the back of a van either. No, he’d merely followed her in the van…as a gryphon. Much safer than being bound in duct tape next to two people who definitely looked like they would’ve killed her in a heartbeat if necessary.
A change in tone alerted Liz when Carrick proceeded to ask other things. It was like he was walking on thinning ice. “No, you didn’t scare me,” Liz said truthfully, placing a slight emphasis on “you”. She stopped, uncertain of how to go on. She had no idea what in particular she wanted to talk about, only that she wanted to talk about it. She couldn’t narrow it down to anything. It was almost too much for her to even think about.
She was glad for another distraction when Carrick offered birdseed out to Nico. It didn’t even surprise her that he would have some laying around his room. Not much was surprising her lately. Her parrot stared at the boy for a few seconds before stretching out his neck and nibbling away at a few bits. The bird soon transferred itself from the tree to Carrick’s arm where it had a better position to eat. At least Nico was happy. He never had to worry about anything but food. If only Liz were the same way.
”Just glad you’re safe…”
I am too. “Thanks,” Liz said, still trying to express what she wanted to into words. She wanted to talk, she just couldn’t. It would probably be best to start at the beginning. “Just, why does everything happen to me?” Liz dropped her face to her hands and tried fighting back tears. It didn’t work out so well. The pent up emotions behind all that she had experienced since coming to New York began pouring out. The shoot-out in the movie theater. The accidental attack by the dinosaur in Central Park and the immediate attacks by the crazy man and his giant worms. The kidnapping.
Tears began flowing down her cheeks and down her hands. To save some of her dignity, her hair had fallen around her face, masking much of what she was feeling.
When she said that he did in fact not scare her he smiled slightly and let out a small breath of relief the last thing he wanted to do was scare anyone he didn’t fully intend to. Even though it was quite easy to scare people, on occasion he might have intentionally attempted and succeeded in scaring a few kids at the circus, razor sharp beak and talons made it all the easier when he wanted to come off scary.
Watching the bird bob his head slowly and then craning it to take the offered seed he smiled slightly enjoying the movements of Nico before him. The bird jumped from one of Kai’s trees onto his arm and then continued to nibble at the seed. Eyes fixed on the tether that attached the bird to Elizabeth. His eyebrows narrowed slightly as he tried to picture being attached to one of those, in all reality if he had been born into that he probably wouldn’t mind it but now if he was ever tethered so something bigger than him he knew he wouldn’t like that. To go from no restrictions to small enclosed flying spaces. He mentally shuddered and turned then sat on his bed next to Elizabeth.
Her next comment struck him as a bit odd, just what was entailed as everything? From all he knew she was just kidnapped did some other stuff happen to her as well? He didn’t know and didn’t feel like asking her, not now at least maybe at a later date when she was in a better mood. Her face met her hands and she started… cry? Great a situation he was unfamiliar with made a turn for the worst, the first time a girl was ever on his bed and she started to cry, he was just glad no one walked in when this was going on it would have just looked bad.
Not really sure how to respond to the crying girl he blinked once and opened his wing closer to her and placed it around her back, his way of a ‘I don’t really know what to do’ hug. His wing moved up and down and then he smiled slightly trying to cheer her up offering her the bag of birdseed. ”May seem bad right now but things will get better, cheer up I like it when you smile.” he said calmly trying to get her to stop crying.
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Something moved in front of her. Liz peeked out from between her fingers. Wait, was that…birdseed? Birdseed? Like, for birds? That kind of birdseed? The stuff he’d just given Nico? The stark randomness of the offering made her tear ducts shut down. Why birdseed? It just…didn’t…make sense. Then she felt a rustling against her back that was moving. Was he rubbing her back with his wing? Huh? Then his Irish voice broke through her reverie. It wasn’t full of the happiness that was repelling her; it was like a friend trying to console another friend. He likes it when I smile? For some reason, her mood elevated a bit right then.
The crying stopped for the moment as the sadness waged a war of confusion against the new conflicting emotions. She just so happened to glance at the birdseed again. “Heh”, she said, shaking. She started wiping her tears away, glad that she hadn’t worn makeup. She blinked after she rubbed an eye. Her vision landed on the birdseed again. She tried containing the laughter but it boiled over too quickly. “Heh heh heh,” she giggled, trying to subdue the noises. It was too late. The war was over. The sadness and any remaining emotional control had fled when the humor stepped onto the battlefield.
And the laughter was there to stay. Laughter spilled out of her at the thought of the birdseed. She couldn’t stop laughing then if she even tried. The birdseed. A new wave of giggling assaulted her. She leaned to the side and rested her head on Carrick’s shoulder, conveniently there for her. Her brain went on vacation as the hilarity of everything and nothing coursed through her. She spotted the birdseed again and reached out for it.
“Why not?” she giggled, as she scooped some up and placed it in her mouth. If Carrick and Nico liked it, then it was worth a try. She chomped down eagerly, then less eagerly as the taste filled her mouth. Well, that was a downer. Birdseed was not all it was cracked up to be. Hah! Cracked! Like a shell! The horrible pun set Liz off again, even as she swallowed the stuff. “Thanks, Carrick,” she managed to squeeze out between chortles.
Carrick couldn’t have hoped for a better reaction for the most part, she was feeling down and needed to be cheered up and it seemed him offering her some of his bird seed did the trick. What he wasn’t really expecting though was her using his shoulder as a place to rest her head. That was again a first for him, never before did a girl willingly place her head on his shoulder well he didn’t count when he was flying but still only a handful of people every really flew with him in either form.
Feeling a bit of blood reach up to his face he didn’t exactly know how to react so he did nothing and waited for the awkwardness (on his part) to vanish. It came in a form he didn’t expect a hand reached into the bag of birdseed and removed a handful. Carrick blinked once as she placed the contents into her mouth and the expression on her face changed quickly.
He smiled and laughed in return his wing shifting positions and folding behind his back, ”Your welcome!” he let out another laugh and looked to her, ”How’s it taste?” Carrick asked curiously as his tail swayed behind him. That was the first time he had ever seen someone actually attempt to eat some birdseed that wasn’t him or a bird.
After a moment or two his laughter subsided and he looked to Nico and placed his index finger to the back of the birds head and he traced it up and down in a petting/scratching motion a motion he himself enjoyed when he was in his other form. ”So you done feeling down or am I gonna have to make you laugh a bit more?” Carrick asked as his multicolored eyes shifted from the bird to the owner who was tethered to the bird.
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Opening and closing her mouth a few times, Liz struggled to express her feelings about the birdseed. “It could use some salt,” she said after a pause. Then she scooped up a bit more (like, a third of a handful) and proceeded to eat it. The taste could probably grow on her; after all, she liked nuts and sunflower seeds. She cracked each seed in her mouth and swallowed the contents, all while remaining with her head on Carrick’s shoulder.
Her laughter slowly withered away, although a smile remained on her face. It was…nice, and strange. Here she was, sitting on a bed next to a shirtless Carrick with her head on his shoulder, eating birdseed after breaking out in tears and then having a giggle-fit. My life is so messed up. It was a nice thought though. And for the first time in two days, she was thinking about something other than the incident. Then she realized what she was thinking about.
She righted herself and straightened her back, scooping up her hair and pushing it over her shoulders. “Heh, no, I think I’m over the dumps for now. But I wouldn’t mind laughing again,” Liz said slightly fast, letting it sink in finally that Carrick didn’t have a shirt on and anyone could walk into the room at any second. Not that anything had happened, but still, people easily got the wrong idea about everything. She could feel the familiar heat rise in her cheeks.
“So,” Liz said, forcing nonchalance into her voice and trying to pretend that everything was completely okay and her little cry party hadn’t happened, “what’s it like flying?” That was a safe subject, right?
A laugh echoed from his chest when Elizabeth said it could use some salt, he was sure it needed a lot more if you didn’t have taste buds that craved things only birds would eat. ”Just salt huh?” Carrick asked in between moments of laughter before he turned his attention back to the bird eating seeds in his hand. His finger continued to trace up and down the back of the bird as he stopped noticing that Elizabeth’s head was still on his shoulder though every so often a stray hair of hers might have brushed across his bare chest which caused the area to swell with goose bumps for a moment or two.
He became aware of her head on his shoulder when she up righted herself and pushed the hair out of her face revealing redden cheeks. Was it because she was blushing or was it because she was crying not to long ago, heck it could even be the laughing, whatever it was Carrick didn’t know and didn’t think he ever would. He shrugged his shoulders and masked it with his wings opening slightly then closing again. ”Sound,” Carrick said happy she wouldn’t be down anymore.
”Uhhh?” had to catch up to her comment that changed the topic and current emotions in the room so suddenly. ”It’s… rapid… no that word doesn’t describe it…” he put his free hand on his chin as his tail shifted back and forth behind him, ”Guess the only word that comes close to it would be… Epic?” he thought about it more as he noticed that Nico hadn’t eaten all the seeds in his hand yet. The bird let out a small chirp then hopped off his had and fluttered his small wings till he was back on Elizabeth.
His hand still full of birdseed lifted itself to Carrick’s mouth, the seeds disappeared as Carrick swallowed them quickly without much chewing. He looked back to Elizabeth and shrugged his shoulders not really sure his definition with mere words could do it justice. His hand slammed against his and leaned forward and off his bed, ”Can’t really use words to describe it but when I feel the wind under my wings I feel…” he sighed slightly and turned to face Elizabeth and Nico, ”Free!” he shrugged his shoulder slightly and walked over to his dresser and pulled out a flannel that he could only assume was clean seeing as it was in the dresser.
”You want to come out with me?” Carrick asked curiously figuring the best way to explain the feeling would be to take her out and let her feel it on her own.
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Epic, huh? Liz smiled at Carrick’s inability to fully express how flying felt to him. Is that how you feel about flying, buddy? Liz thought, staring at Nico. But of course, Nico didn’t respond, considering Liz could only send emotions, not thoughts. Then, said bird exchanged perches, opting for her shoulder again. Elizabeth absently reached up and stroked her bird’s back. It was so smooth and soft. She got caught up in petting her bird and wondering what he thought that she missed Carrick throwing a shirt on. She also almost missed his question.
Almost, but not quite. “Excuse me?” she asked for clarification. “You want me to go flying?” That’s what he meant, right? She pointed at herself, to make sure Carrick was talking about her. Flying? On him? Two emotions hit her. Surprise mainly, because she certainly hadn’t seen that coming. But then again, he was the one who had just offered her birdseed and was also the guy sporty magnificent golden wings on his back. The second emotion that hit her was disbelief. There is no way on God’s green Earth this guy can keep me on his back. Unless he changes into a gryphon.
“Um, like that?” she asked, indicating the form he was currently in. “I’m not sure. But if you really want to fly with me, then go on ahead. I’ll meet you in a few moments.” The moments she’d need to properly arrange herself to provide the least damage to her body. Which probably meant laying flat on the floor. Then she’d need to worry about freeing the only set of wings around at the moment that she’d trust. And acquiring the owner’s permission, of course.
“Or are you going to change into something a big bigger and roomier?” Beth asked, much preferring the idea of flight on the back of a gryphon to flight on the back of a little guy with wings and a tail. A half-second after saying that, she realized how what she said could be taken as a crack against his (lack of) height. “I mean, or are you going to change into a gryphon?” She said with a slight wince. The blood in her cheeks decided to get together and multiply as it soon spread across most of her face.
Nodding his head in a matter-of-fact manner he smiled at her initial reaction, ”Yes, I want you to come flying with me,” Carrick said nodding his head a bit more so the idea could sink in with Elizabeth, it was clear she didn’t understand the idea to well. ”Like what?” Carrick asked his head tilting to the side not really sure he understood her question.
The way she made it sound she wasn’t looking too forward to the idea of her flying with him. It wasn’t often he offered to take someone flying and if she wasn’t fully going to appreciate the notion of him offering to take her in the air then he wouldn’t do it, but then again she could have been so surprised by the idea that he randomly asked her to fly she didn’t know how to respond to him properly.
His pride decided it was the second option, until his pride picked up on her next comment, ”Bigger and Roomier?” he repeated his eyebrows narrowing on the girl in front of him, ”I wasn’t planning on it…” he said slightly hurt that she thought the only way he could fly people is by Gryphon back.
Alright so maybe that was the best way to fly them about but she wasn’t that big of a girl so he shouldn’t have any problem flying her like he did with Katrina, after all he did fly her all the way to the Statue of Liberty so what if he was extremely exhausted after he still managed to do it. He caught the wince and his eyebrows raised slightly, ”I’ll be able to fly you in this form, promise!” Carrick said as he looked to Liz and smiled to her pushing his pride aside.
”Right out front alright?” Carrick asked pointing to the large tree in front of his window, ”I’ll wait there for you!”
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Oh. Um. Okay. So he could actually fly people around in his regular form, at least she assumed since he said he hadn’t been planning on changing forms. Elizabeth decided that she needed to stop judging mutants based upon their looks. Maybe Carrick turned out to be really strong or something. After all, she wouldn’t have guessed that he could turn into a lion-eagle hybrid just by looking at him. And she also needed to take greater care to not accidentally offend any mutants either.
Carrick confirmed her guess that he could indeed fly her like that when he promised her that he could. Elizabeth returned the smile Carrick gave her, although some hesitation was involved in it. It just didn’t look like he could do it. However, she would go along with the idea, just to see what it was like. “Okay, I’ll do it,” she said, giving in. “Sure, that’ll work,” Liz agreed. Out front would work. Anywhere would work, she guessed, although for some reason she was expecting them to have to take off from the roof or something.
“I’ll be there soon,” she informed the winged lad as she stood up. She flashed a smile at him and left the room, conveniently leaving the feather behind. She strolled down the hall at a quick pace, not wanting to keep Carrick waiting for too long. But she needed to do stuff first, like put Nico up. She didn’t think Nico would appreciate being aerially dragged along by a short leash. A spring was in her step this time as she made her way to the room. Her attitude and mood had improved. The miraculous power of laughter, she thought to herself. And maybe something else.
Once she’d put her parrot back in his cage and set the leash to the side, Liz put on a light jacket, accessing her database of scenes in movies where people always did that before flying. And it wouldn’t hurt. The jacket looked great with her outfit. She checked to make sure Nico’s cage was securely locked before casually going outside, to meet Carrick.
Once she’d found him, she stood there awkwardly. “Um, now what?” she asked the tailed angel.