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.
It was a fairly short walk from where the collision had occurred to Charlie’s apartment. For the most part, Charlie didn’t stray all too far from it, considering it was only a block from the bar that she found herself in way too often. Each time she tried to get away from it or take a vacation, she ended up with a train car on top of her from the 1800s. Just her luck.
So, they walked toward it. Charlie weaved them in and out of crowds with seasoned expertise, careful to take a route that wouldn’t overwhelm the woman that was extremely new to the whole “twenty-first century” deal. She didn’t need to be more terrified than she already was.
Hell, she was from a time forty years before the invention of the first car, and she was asking about how a mercedes could drive down Times Square. There was a bit of a time jump there. ”Um,” Charlie paused and considered how best to approach the question. She had a basic understanding of how cars worked, and for a week or two (if she was remembering correctly - she probably wasn’t) she had worked in an auto shop. Still, there was a lot of background info that she was missing. Charlie couldn’t expect her to keep up if she dropped a whole bunch of science on her out of the blue.
”Cars are run by combustion, so a fuel burning within an engine. Sort of like steam. That’s the simplified version, anyway. You’re going to find that there’s a lot of technology that wasn’t around in your time, and that’s okay. You’re not expected to understand any of it, but hopefully I’ll be able to help with working things. If you want the help, that is.”
Lots of people were put off by Charlie. She wouldn’t put it past the woman to be completely turned off by the idea of spending more than a few hours with her. It was just a shame that women back then often didn’t explore all that much, because she was cute.
”We’re here,” Charlie announced as they turned to a nondescript brick building. She held open a glass door for Gwendolyn and then strode forward to enter her code into the keypad.
It was to be expected that Gwendolyn would be scared. She’d just travelled far into the future and was experiencing things that she would have never experienced before. For Charlie, it had been a slow burn. Sure, there was always some disorientation when she woke up and forgot things, but for the most part, she’d learned how to deal with the constant changes. She’d kept up with the times.
Gwendolyn could not possibly be expected to know how to cope with everything around her. Charlie was actually more surprised that she’d gone that long without losing it than the fact that her voice had gotten a little louder. ”Alright, let’s just take a minute. There’s a lot that’s different from when you’re from. We can’t possibly be expected to cover it all in a few minutes.”
The issue of what brought her there was a different matter. Charlie could make the easy assumption that it was a mutation disaster, but for someone less experienced in such things, it could be hard to imagine. She had assumed that Gwendolyn was a mutant from her purple eyes, but that wasn’t necessarily the case. She frowned and thought about how best to say that there were some crazy things in the world.
Instead of jumping into anything right away, Charlie suggested that they go back to her place. They could talk everything out there; get her into some clothes that would allow her to blend in more, and get her settled down. That would keep her from running away if she got an answer that she didn’t like, too.
”It’s not far, really. Just a few blocks. We can walk, so you don’t need to worry about the horseless carriages. We call those cars, though, for reference.” Charlie gestured to the left and then started to walk forward, hoping that Gwendolyn would just willingly follow her. She had a lot to learn.
Just like she’d assumed, the fact that she was over one hundred years in the future had come as quite the shock to Gwendolyn. Charlie watched as she took a step backward and sat down on a doorstep and stared ahead. When Charlie had realized that she couldn’t die, it had come as a shock to her too. She wasn’t sure when exactly it had hit her, but it had been difficult. She, at least, had gotten a long time to deal with it, though. Gwendolyn was going to be hit with everything at once.
As if she wasn’t already feeling a connection to the displaced woman, Gwendolyn went on to admit that she was supposed to marry someone back in her own time. A wedding that she didn’t want to go through with. A wedding for wealth and honour rather than love, no doubt. Much like Charlie and James’ marriage.
”Look, I know this will seem strange, but if anyone can understand what you must be going through, even a little, it’s me,” Charlie admitted. She didn’t know if it would be any comfort to the woman, but she hoped it would help her to at least know that she wasn’t alone.
And, just as she’d assumed, it wasn’t Gwen who had catapulted that train car into the future. There had been a little boy who hadn’t survived the journey, which meant that she would likely have to get used to being in 2017 for a little while, at least. Maybe they could track down another time travelling mutant at some point, but it likely wouldn’t be an easy task. There was no way that Charlie could just leave her in the streets to make sense of everything by herself. She had a duty to the ancient woman.
”Alright, then it sounds like you might be staying here for a little while,” Charlie said with a sigh. ”Why don’t you come to my apartment and I’ll make you some tea while we figure things out.”
Every suspicion that Charlie had about the woman being a time jumping woman was confirmed when she stated where and when she was from. Boston in 1862. Her memory had even been good enough to place what time period her dress was from! Score one for Charlie!
Still, there were more pressing matters at hand. How did she end up in New York? All the theories about time travel pointed to the fact that people would stay in the same location, just years in the future. Maybe that just wasn’t how that particular brand of weird juice worked, though. That was perfectly justifiable. This very pretty woman had somehow landed nearly two hundred years into the future in a completely different city.
Her first thought was to ask what year they were in. That was a good sign. Charlie wouldn’t have to break some horrible news to the woman. She wasn’t about to beat around the bush, either. If Gwendolyn wanted to know when she was, then Charlie would tell her. No matter how much it sucked.
She took a breath before she did so, though. ”It’s 2017. The year is 2017, and you’re in New York City,” she told the woman. She put a hand on her shoulder for support, just in case that information blew her completely away.
”We did win the war; slavery is kaput- abolished,” she rephrased it at the last second. Getting herself back into that way of speaking was a bit of a task. What she had said was mostly true, though. Slavery was pretty much abolished. In the states, anyway. They still had a host of other problems, but at least that was sort of under control. She was a little surprised that a wealthy white woman even cared about things like that, though. Charlie certainly didn’t when she had been in that position. It took her years to wake up from her privilege.
”I think there are a few other things that we should likely get figured out first, though,” Charlie continued, ”how did you get here? Do you remember at all? Is there a way to get you back?”
The woman looked more curious than scared, if Charlie was reading her right. As she stepped out in front of her, she raised her hands to show that she meant no harm as she did so. There was definitely something familiar about her style. It was likely from the mid nineteenth century, if she was remembering right. The woman didn’t seem like she was acting, and neither did the train, for that matter, so that meant that there was some weird mutant stuff going on.
Lady Time looked scared enough to suggest that she either wasn’t the one pulling the strings or she wasn’t yet acquainted with her own abilities. The purple eyes suggested that she was a mutant of some form, but the confusion pointed more to the idea that her powers had nothing to do with time travel.
They would have to take this slow, then.
”Uh… hello,” Charlie began, trying to slip into her old speech patterns so that the woman would be able to understand and relate to her better. Clearly, the last thing that she needed was more reason to freak out. Charlie was actually a little shocked that she hadn’t run away yet. ”I’m… Charlotte,” she paused before giving her full name. She’d only switched to Charlie during the twenties when that was becoming more acceptable. ”I think you might have gotten a bit lost. Can you tell me where and as strange as it might seem, when you’re from?”
Her hands were still out in front of her. She really did want to help the woman; if anyone could understand what it was like to be f***ed over by time, it was Charlie. She was probably the best person to approach a woman displaced by time in the middle of New York. It was probably good that she’d been hit by a flying train car after all.
Now was the time to see where the woman truly stood. If she was dangerous, then that would hopefully become obvious, and Charlie would likely find herself in the basement of that familiar old bar for a second time that day. If not, then they would have to evaluate the situation.
It took quite a bit to rattle Charlotte Sinclair. She’d seen a lot in her time; dead bodies, evil factions, essentially the worst of what humanity and mutants could throw at her. It was for that reason that most things tended to roll off of her with a headshake and a strong drink.
As she looked between where the body of her once lover and the girl that had been tagging along with her for most of the day, though, Charlie felt her knees nearly buckle. Actual tears were coming from her eyes as she sucked in air. Either Allegra was an excellent actress, or she really believed what she was saying. She had already proven to be a young bigot with a weak mind, so the idea that she could be swayed with something like that wasn’t completely out of left field, but she still had to wrap her head around it.
Iris hadn’t really been there. It had just been in their heads, a strange, shared memory from her bank. Charlie winced as Allegra continued; it really did sound like she didn’t have a clue what was going on. She was just a scared little girl, not meaning any harm. Charlie very nearly felt bad for exploding on her like that.
Her head was still swimming with information, and her limbs were restless. She wanted to go run somewhere or punch something, but Allegra was asking her to leave with her; to get away from the DJ and his weird koolaid. Maybe that wasn’t the worst idea in the world.
Charlie’s eyes blinked closed and her fists loosened into open hands. With a turn of her heel, she started to walk away from the area where the rest of the crowd was still in a daze. The blonde walked straight toward a group of trees away from the scene, not bothering to look to see if Allegra was following her.
”Those were my memories you were seeing,” she reiterated once they’d reached a stop. Her eyes were fixed out on the treeline. ”I’m not as young as I look. Not by a longshot.”
”Watch your tongue,” Charlie warned. She hated generalizations, even if, in this particular case, they did happen to be dealing with a dangerous mutant. ”You can’t possibly put every single mutant into the same category. They’re just as complex as humans. Do you trust me?”
The question was cut off by the dead body that was splayed out on the ground in front of them. Charlie had sworn, thinking that their troubles had ended when the necklaces had clicked off of their necks. But no, she was going to be haunted by the body of her ex-lover.
Only, there was no way that the body on the ground could be Iris. An Iris, maybe, but not her Iris. Her Iris that had died over two-hundred years ago. There was absolutely no way. It had to be some sort of weird coincidence that one of Allegra’s friends looked similar and shared the same name as the beauty that she remembered.
Still, as the image clicked into her brain, she realized that there was no way that the body could be anyone else. Even the way that she seemed to have crumpled in on herself after the gunshot was the same as it was in her memories. It had to be some sort of hallucination. It had to be. That was the only explanation.
But then why was Allegra seeing her too?
Not only was she seeing her, but the younger blonde seemed to be recounting tales from Charlie’s dark memory bank. A sour taste consumed her mouth as she was forced to relive her first life through the words of a fifteen-year-old girl that she’d met just a few hours earlier.
”Shut up. Shut the f*** up,” she hissed, taking a step back from the girl that she’d clearly underestimated. She lifted her hands and ran them through her hair, loosening the braids that were scattered throughout her mane. Her eyes looked down at the ground as she shook her head in disbelief. Was she yet another telepath? ”Where do you get off? Is this some sort of joke to you? Is reliving my memories some sort of twisted pleasure?”
Her knuckled retracted in anguish as she watched Iris’s body fade back into oblivion, where it belonged. It seemed that Allegra was done with her bulls*** in that format for the time being.
Monday afternoons were great for… what was Charlie doing, exactly? That was a good question. It had started off as something productive, but suddenly she was back at the bar, and there seemed to be quite a few empty glasses around her. Things had gotten out of hand rather quickly. How had she even gotten there? Oh, right. Something had crushed her in the middle of the road. Things were starting to make sense again.
Still, it was a Monday afternoon, and she was back to her first life’s alcohol tolerance, and Roger was having none of it. After a few dirty looks, Charlie rolled her eyes, tipped her glass to him, and decided to be on her way. Maybe she could figure out what she was doing earlier that was oh so important.
The blonde stumbled out of the bar and squinted in the intense sunlight. Damn summer with its brightness and warmth. She began to walk, trying to clear the fog out of her mind enough to figure out where she had actually wanted to go. There had been somewhere that she had in mind earlier, but it just wasn’t coming back to her. She had to stop running into things.
When she turned a corner, what it was that had crushed her earlier was no longer a mystery. There was a train car in the middle of a New York City street. Not just any train car, either. It was one pulled straight from the mid nineteenth century. That was… strange. Maybe a mutant robbed a museum or something? Or it was something to do with the RIP? Those days, just about anything was possible.
”Does anyone know what happened here?” she asked a nearby group casually, hoping that no one would recognize her as a body that had formerly been underneath the train. Hopefully her outfit of jeans and a button-down shirt was different enough from what she was wearing earlier. In fact, she could even see her leather jacket poking out from underneath one section of the car. She hoped it would be salvageable.
“It just came outta nowhere. Then some girl in a crazy dress ran away from it. I’d think it was all choreographed if it didn’t cause so much damage.”
Charlie nodded, trying to work through the haze that was her mind. That probably meant… either time travel or some weird drug s***. The second option didn’t make much sense unless everyone in the area was drugged at the same time. Either way, it had to be something real, since it had quite literally killed her.
With that information, Charlie wandered through the crowds, trying to get a glimpse of the woman that people had seen run off from the scene. Perhaps she would know a bit more about the train that had somehow wound up in the middle of 12th avenue.
She walked for a little while, but eventually, she noticed the slightest bit of a large skirt peeking out from behind a wall. Cautiously, she approached. There was no telling what this woman could be capable of. ”Excuse me?” she asked, intensifying her upper-class accent as best she could, just in case she really was from the past.
Her breath had left her briefly as she tried to get a grasp on her spiralling memories. Somewhere in the distance, maybe in another life, she felt a hand on her arm, but it wasn’t coming through clear enough to bring her out of any sort of trance. Instead, she continued to sway blindly, oblivious to the fact that her new mentee was experiencing the same mental f*** cycle that she was. At that point, she was lost to the world.
Only when Allegra unclasped her necklace was Charlie able to blink out of her daze. The memory sequence had been intense and exact; the mutant at the front knew only to stop once the necklace was off. Surely it was a taxing duty for him, but he was good at what he did.
Charlie sunk to her knees and worked hard to force air into her lungs. She was fine. She was fine. Shewasfine, shewasfine, shewasfine. Her hands travelled up toward her throat as she did her best to choke in a breath that would actually do more than the little sips that she seemed to be taking. Luckily for Charlie, she was good at bouncing back. Within a few seconds of good, deep breaths, she was no longer shaking, and she was starting to feel like herself again. Charlie got to her feet and took in one final breath to settle herself before moving on. She wanted to get out of there.
The day, apparently, had other plans. Charlie had followed Allegra a few steps forward, but as she scanned the area ahead, her stomach sank. There was a dead body up ahead, and although she couldn't see the features, she could tell that it hadn't been a pretty end for the girl. The body looked almost familiar, though... she was probably just loosing her mind.
”Aw, f***,” Charlie cursed quietly. She’d only just gotten back her bearings, and already they were being bombarded with this. ”You know her?” The name had to have been a coincidence. There was no way that she was seeing the same recognizable features that she was. Maybe it was a distant ancestor or something. Iris was a pretty common name, wasn't it?
”Here’s to living a little,” Charlie said as she raised her glow stick to Allegra as if she was toasting her. She then nodded to the orange man, who had taken her bag, and trudged off into the field with little care or regard for the girl that she was supposed to be sticking with. She was interested in what the man had to offer, and she wasn’t used to having a tail. Allegra was old and smart enough to keep up, she figured.
With a swift motion, she cracked her glow stick and clipped it around her neck, signalling that she was ready to start whenever. While she waited for something, anything to happen, she flipped her hair out of the little ring and spread her legs in a spot on the grass, eyeing the swaying participants around her. Allegra had joined her nearby, so all that needed to happen was-
Violins. She was back in England as her eyes slid closed. It was one of her earliest memories that she often forgot. She was sitting on her father’s knee, probably at about six or seven, listening to a group of live performers at some sort of event. She remembered it being one of the most beautiful things she had ever heard or seen, with the way that they swayed and became one with the music. Before the blonde knew it, she was swaying and dancing just like the rest of the idiots in that field.
Memories swirled around her, most of them from peaceful moments involving music. Billie Holiday on the radio. That Elvis concert. Led Zeppelin. Moments that she’d either forgotten or that hadn’t come to mind in years. It was wonderful and peaceful, and everything around her had melted.
She only came out of her trance when there was a rush of air beside her and she was pushed aside by someone running toward the stage. Annoyedly, she forced her eyes open as she watched a man attempt to bash his own head in. What an *sshat. Couldn’t even deal with whatever memories the man had dredged up. It wasn’t even like she’d seen anything bad, and she’d had plenty of terrible memories to choose from.
It was almost as if she’d jinxed it. As soon as she thought about the excellent track record she was building, the memory that she was seeing shifted. It was later on at that Led Zeppelin concert, and someone had taken something bad. There was commotion all around her, and then, suddenly, there were hands on her. Too many hands to fend off at once. There were missing pieces from that particular memory, but the scenes flashed in and out, leaving her at the end. Just like the man on the stage, her head was being smashed forceable against the pavement. The memory of the pain had stayed in tact.
The blonde gasped for air and took a step back, not thinking to unclasp the light around her neck. The pain was overwhelming, and the memories just kept coming. More deaths when music was playing. There was no shortage of them.
Charlie pushed blindly through the hoards of people, the pain numbing her senses and dulling her thoughts. She just had to keep going. Maybe that would make it stop.
By the time that they were done with the question and answer period, Charlie’s notebook was brimming with information. There was plenty to bring back to her parents, even without mentioning that she was a mutant. Coming to her apartment had clearly been a bold, dangerous move, but it had paid off for her in the end. She was coming back with more information than she’d ever have been able to dig up on her own, even if she’d been doing it for a long time. Straight from the source was always the best way to get information.
”Sure, tell them you’re happy,” Charlie nodded distractedly, glancing over her notes as she attempted to mentally compile them into a presentation. She had a feeling that they were going to be pleased with all that they found out. ”Happy, living a good life and s***. I’m sure they’ll eat it up, if that’s what you want.”
With her job completed, Charlie picked up the last of her clothes and belongings and gathered it into the same positions that she’d come in with them in. She was ready to leave, and she was still flipping through her notebook as she walked toward the window.
>>”And they can do whatever the hell they care to do with that information. So… we’ve got a deal, right?”
Charlie looked up and narrowed her eyes at the woman. ”Are you doubting my trustworthiness?” she asked, lowering the notebook. ”Don’t worry, sweetheart, we have a deal. Scout’s honor.” She even saluted just to make that fact clear. ”Now, I doubt we’ll see each other again, so it’s been a slice. Have a good life.”
With that, she turned with a dramatic dip and unlatched the window. Charlie then slid out the same way that she came in and made her way down the fire escape.
A heavy sigh escaped Charlie’s lips as he pointed the muzzle of her gun downward. He probably asked her to shoot him? She was officially done putting up with whatever stunt he was pulling. It wasn’t funny or interesting, and whatever footage he had of this was probably going to flop on ViewTube.
She put her hands on her knees and pushed off to stand on her feet. With an annoyed noise, she turned around and shook her head. Why was she still standing there? She should have just gone on her merry way and forgotten about whole things. That was the smart thing to do. She had no stake in what was about to happen there, and she didn’t really care about what the people that had surrounded the area were going to do with the man.
”Do you get off on this kind of thing? Is this some sort of sick game of yours?” she hissed, pointing the gun around as she used her hands to punctuate her comments. Someone was going to get shot like that.
The organization that Charlie was looking at from their glass tower was a living organism. It needed no direction or orders; each person moved and did exactly as they were supposed to, only shooting a few wary glances up toward the pair in the glass box. It was almost eerie how well things were run, but then again, Charlie didn’t think that Jorge would be someone that you would want to disappoint, especially when you worked for him.
It was an organization, as Jorge so graciously put it into plain words, that was built to bring an end to the rule of humanity in a world where mutants were blatantly oppressed and hunted. It was an ideal that most wouldn’t have any idea where to begin with, but that he was already working toward. He had troops, a hand in the underbelly of New York, and whatever they were loading into that truck. It seemed like things were in place and moving.
So why the hell had he brought her there?
The obvious answer was that she resembled his long lost business partner. Great. Who didn’t love being chosen because of something that their alternate universe counterpart did? Jorge even seemed to acknowledge the implication as he grabbed her arm and offered her a place amongst the employees of the Syndicate. Still, he was claiming that that wasn’t his reason for offering her a position. Charlie gazed at him scrutinizingly. Other than her ability as a natural survivor, she didn’t have much to offer him, and they’d only just met. It seemed foolish to want to bring her in otherwise.
>>”…I’m offering because I need someone like you on my team. I need a foothold on the other side of the rip. On top of that, I need someone with experience.”
The blonde crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. There was no reason for him to offer that position to her. The rip had opened all of three days ago, and already he was looking to expand, and he’d made the rash decision to choose someone that he’d only just met and had no reason to trust. It seemed fishy.
Why did her world even need the Syndicate? Mutants weren’t hunted like they were on the other side, and there didn’t seem to be all that many issues. Hell, the X-Men could run around in their little costumes and no one batted an eye.
Then again, what they were fighting for would be nice on both sides. A world where mutants were in control rather than humans, where they could make their own laws and regulations. She could walk around freely after coming back to life and not have to worry about mutant hating bigots chasing her down. It was an intriguing thought.
>>”Not that I believe you to be a seasoned criminal, that’s not the experience I’m talking about. What I need is someone who has seen it. Who has lived an impossible amount of lives and has seen the atrocities that humanity is capable of. I need that experience to help ensure that the Syndicate is making the correct moves and not repeating the mistakes of the past.”
There. That was a valid reason. That was actually a skill that Charlie possessed, and it did make sense. She was an old soul who had lived centuries on the other side of the rip, so she would have a better idea of what to do over there. Was she necessarily the best person for the job? Probably not, but she wasn’t about to bring that up. It would be a nice change of pace to do something that mattered rather than just taking pictures of dirty men cheating on their wives.
She turned away from him as she considered the offer, watching the moving people below them. There wasn’t any obvious reason for her to say no. She liked new experiences and new jobs, and it made sense for her to do it. If one version of her liked it, then she likely would too.
>>”So…I guess this boils down to one thing; will you stand with us…or against us?”
A long, heavy moment of silence passed. ”Where do we start?” she inquired, her thumb resting against her bottom lip and her eyes still forward. She was in.
Charlie’s vetting process of her clients was short and sweet. There were a lot of weirdos in New York, and if she took the time to thoroughly go through each of their histories and requests, then she’d never actually do a job. As long as she deemed them to be an acceptable amount of skeevy, then she would take the assignment. Usually, it was stalking a husband to see if they were cheating or something along those lines, but occasionally, she would get something different and interesting, like following Vanessa Bookman around.
Vanessa’s parents were pretty normal, all things considered. They told her that they had a child that they wanted to know about. They wanted to know about their lives and how they were doing in general. That was that. Charlie didn’t bother to ask more questions beyond that; it just wasn’t her business.
With a bit of digging, she learned the address of the brunette, but there were things that could only be answered by observation, or, in that case, in person. Was she happy? What was work like? Who was the man she was living with? There were things that she was sure that her parents would be glad to know if she could get her hands on the details. It was just proving to be a difficult task to do so, considering the fact that she was dealing with a telepath.
The telepath didn’t seem to believe her that it was her parents that had sent her. Charlie straightened up, flattened out her crumpled jacket, and met her eyes. She knew that they were estranged, but she didn’t realize exactly how much bad blood was between them. Charlie didn’t remember much about her parents, but she was pretty sure that no matter what, they had wanted her to be alright. She did remember something about them throwing her a funeral somewhere along the lines. It had just been awkward when she’d had to announce that she wasn’t actually as dead as they thought.
The blonde threw her hands up and raised an eyebrow at Vanessa. ”I’m not lying, love. Go ahead and read my mind,” she said, pulling up the memory of her meeting with Mister and Missus Bookman. She wasn’t making any of it up for one of the first times that evening. ”They wanted to know whether you were doing well or not. You know, what you’re doing with your life and whether you’re happy or not. That sort of thing.”
