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.
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As he rolled again in the body of the princess he saw glimpses of his former body closing the distance and mauling his half brother. The one that made his childhood a living hell. There were more rubies on the ground scattered around him. ”**** me.” he groaned trying to regain his bearings.
His knees, hands and elbows burned from the scrapes. It was however a lot better than what his beast form had done to his brother. Carrick chuckled a bit as he saw Tom grabbed his shoulder which was dripping blood as he struggled to his feet clearly more out of it than Carrick was feeling.
The beast form charged for him and he shut his eyes quickly hoping that she didn’t do anything to her body. it would have just added to the guilt he already felt whenever he had to communicate or think about shifting. With his eyes shut he missed Tommy turning and running away falling once or twice as he ran fear still plastered on his face.
Taking a breath he pushed himself up and eyed his old less preferred form. Was she going to attack? Was she in control or was she not sure what to do. ”Yer the best.” starting with flattery because all of his forms loved being complimented. ”Yer the alpha.” he added before raising manicured hands up signaling he didn’t want to fight.
”Inna that intresting.” the shifter mused chuckling, ”A ‘Scot’ teaching english.” he laughed, having used the joke several times before. Miss Grey didn’t find it as amusing as he did. ”Not to far off though love. Been called worse, I do think of meself as something of a rascal.” his wings continued to flap during the exchange garnering more attention from the other students in the class.
”Oh? Ya got something important going on?” the shifter asked pressing his face to the window looking around and making a show of it. There was no teacher so she was just sitting in a classroom. ”Aye, might be that too.” he nodded his head in agreement. The shifter was called far worse in his lifetime. ”Most people would jump at the chance ta go flying with me.” he said tempted to point to a random student to ask if they wanted to fly. Unfortunately he didn’t have time to prove he was right they were burning daylight.
”Sticks and stones darling.” he smirked before she agreed to join him.
”Couldn’t agree more!” he laughed. ”Coolest and the nicest!” continuing to flatter her so she’d be more willing to help hoping the favor in return wouldn’t be too drastic. He assumed it would just be flying her somewhere.
”Meet me out front, yer about ta get a Carrick’s eye view of the city. It’s yers and my lucky day!” he said over acting a wink before flapping and shooting straight up to circle back around to the front of the school. He didn’t want to be seen by any of the teachers. Technically he was supposed to be in the English class.
Knowing full well how upset his father would have been Tom sliced the air with his hand sending a invisible knife through the air cutting anything in it’s path before it lose power. The creature before him that used to be his bastard brother dodge far easier than he would have liked.
‘He got younger, how is he stronger and faster than what I remember!?!’ Tom shouted in silence as he brought a hand up in defense a wave of force blocked a few attacks as Tom jumped backwards sending another flurry off attacks. Was... could Carrick heal now too!?!? That was his father’s power. The Beast of Dublin could shift, roar and heal. Their father couldn't’ fly though, which made it easier to combat him or so he thought. All those times he thought of cutting his father down from behind or when he was giving Tom a ‘lesson’. This beast was different.
The creature moved around quickly slashing at him, lunging, jumping and trying to bite him. Tom tried to push him back but his brother kept dodging and whatever he didn’t dodge from he healed. Was he gonna die? No, not from Carrick. If he was in his body or not. He wouldn’t go out like this. That was when he was backed up to a wall. He turned to see what was behind him, no escape. He couldn’t dodge now.
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”Yer doing great Ames!” Carrick shouted from his girlfriend’s body encouraging the beating of his brother. Even if she landed a fatal strike he was pretty sure Tom would make a full recovery. Trash always seemed to survive fires. He’d once seen his brother shot in the head, only to have the bullet barely break the skin from his powers.
Looking around Carrick shifted his attention to the nearest thing he could find. A brick. Something he could use as a weapon if needed. It was hefty. While he couldn’t do much with his new power set he was pretty sure he could throw a brick.
Watching as his brother was backed into a corner Carrick hefted the brick as hard as he could hoping that the Princess’s life of luxury didn’t effect his throwing arm. It was all mental right? The brick sailed through the air and clamored to his brother’s feet. It was the distraction he didn’t intend for but was happy with the head turn from Tom who sent a ‘back hand’ his way. The air rippled and Carrick dove to the side feeling his feet get thrown backwards sending the former Irishman tumbling.
After running for cover and finding a dumpster Carrick dropped to the ground and made him as small as possible. There was no telling how strong or how much more precise he had become since the last time seeing him all those years ago. The sound of metal scraping and cutting could be heard as the dumpster above him shifted with each impact.
There was a pause after that and the former flyer exhaled pushing himself up ignoring the puddle he was laying in. She was going to make him bathe again. Carrick heard the roar again ignoring the puddle he was laying, he recognized the anger. The former shifter almost felt it, rage, fear, pain. All the feelings before a shift.
”****” he cursed to himself. Beast form would have been the best possible outcome of the shift. He knew that but why did he feel so bad about it? She was in pain... he should have warned her about it before hand but would she even have done it then? Would he have let her? Guilt started to overcome fear as he looked out and watched as claws dug into his old clothing then his old skin giving way to fur and fang. This was why he always did it when he was alone. Carrick almost had to look away. Everything just added to the guilt he was already feeling.
The thief looked over to Tom who was busy looking horrified. Clearly he wasn’t expecting her to transform like that. Carrick silently wondered how many times he had seen the beast form since they last met from nightmares or the ‘old’ Carrick.
Looking back to the Princess in his body he frowned, then back to Tom. One problem at a time. Carrick’s old body had a time limit on shifts meaning eventually she’d come to her senses if he couldn’t persuade her to before that. Now she just needed to beat the piss out of her brother.... speaking of which... while he was admiring the fear and shock his half brother was now going through he also noticed a wet spot forming on his brothers pants.
If he wasn’t so scared for his girlfriend and his own life Carrick would have done more than just chuckle and taunt his brother, ”Now ya done it! Go on! Run back home to Daddy!”
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Tom slowed his attack feeling the sudden drain of stamina, was he out of shape? No, that couldn’t be it. Looking down for a moment he examined himself. He was in the best shape of his life. Maybe he poured to much power into those strikes? They were slower than he wanted. Somehow he missed both his brother and his girlfriend. Even when they were switched his brother was a pain in the @$$.
Shaking his hands he was about to through some of his powers around but then stopped as he saw the all too familiar transformation take place. It was just as daunting as he remembered. Fear. ‘Run’ he told himself as he watched a creature that stalked him in his nightmares. The only other thing he was afraid of other than his father.
It was the reason he hated his brother so much. The reason why he wanted him dead. It was a constant reminder that he was in fact his fathers son. Tom couldn’t do that. ‘Run!’ he thought again but his legs couldn’t move. His pants felt cold as his knees shook. He had seen that thing that was clawing his way out of his brother take on a small rival gang back home. There were no survivors when the O’Conners came knocking.
Tom heard the laughter despite the roar, despite the fear. Then he heard the taunt. ‘Fight!’ it was what he needed to get his mind on another feeling other than fear. Anger. Tom charged throwing a palm then a fist, the air rippled as he ran towards the beast. He had to kill it before it killed him.
If he could talk he would have expressed how much he hated his brother in that moment. Hated everything about him. Even if that was similar to what Tom would have done in the same situation. They were both taught how to fight from their father. There was no fighting fair in a bar fight. It was get home or don’t. Right now Carrick thought him and his little girlfriend would be going home. It was cute.
Carrick wasn’t in his body and couldn’t control his forms so that meant it was the best time to attack. If only he could get up. There was another roar and Tommy managed to glance to his brother’s bodies way. It was looking a bit more grotesque than usual. More feral and then Tom realized what was happening.
‘She think she can control that?’ he didn’t speak but Carrick could read his brother’s gaze and movements as he slowly got off the ground. If he could talk he’d be an octave higher. He couldn’t however so all he had to was manage the pain before the body of his brother turned into that... thing. The thing his father loved more than him. The thing he’d always comment on, ‘that there... is a true O’Conner!’
Tom felt rage surface. Then turned his hands flat for cutting and unleased a flurry of arm movements. ‘Die!’ Tom wanted to toy with them more, play with them however if that thing was going to appear then he had to make things quick.
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The more he thought about this the weirder it was for him. He was in his girlfriends body bleeding, in an alley way being attacked by his brother who he hadn’t seen for years... years for him at least. ”****” eying the rubies nearby Carrick debated swiping some or piling them up but he knew he wouldn’t have time. His brother was still there. He didn’t have time to shift his focus, Amethyst didn’t know how to control the other forms yet. He still could barely control them.
The former Irishman didn’t have time to think about it, she needed help and fast. Tom was getting back up he looked pissed and now the Princess’s claws were starting to show. ”****” throwing his new hands back and pushing Carrick tried lifting his new body the way he would his old one. It didn’t turn out well. It was a different body and he couldn’t move the way he was used to and just ended up throwing himself up and then back down knocking the wind out of his new body.
With a cough and a curse he exhaled and then inhaled trying to catch his breath. How did she move? Sitting up slowly he looked back to his brother who started slashing at the air in their direction. ”Dodge!” was all he could muster before rolling and running to the nearest thing for cover.
She had no idea about his ‘flair’ for being ‘dramatic’ all the world was a stage after all and all he wanted to do was everyone to see him and give him the attention he so demanded. He was an angel after all. The Irishman exchanged nods with Ron. He had seen him preform before and he was pretty talented so it should be a halfway decent show at least even if their third wasn’t up to snuff. It wouldn’t be the first time he carried a band before. ”Bit of an understatement love, I just put on a hell of a show.” he flashed his teeth in a smile again.
”Yer list was lovely,” Carrick said flashing a thumbs up about her set list. There was no problem with it from he could tell and they all did seem to flow into each other pretty well. Everything you could ask for when putting on a show. It all depends how the crowd reacted to the songs they were playing.
As she strummed a few of her cords to tune up Carrick played a few of the matching ones to get a rhythm that matched hers. ”Always ready!” he said stepping forward onto the stage as the crowd started to cheer for their band. The familiar warmth of the lights on stage warmed his wings as he pulled the headphones over his ears to help block out excess noise.
After her introduction Carrick started to play the list as it was given to him. His cat like eyes focused on her fingers as she started to play and he matched his stumming to hers. When she sang he harmonized with the skill of someone who had been around music their entire life.
When there was an opportunity he added a few extra notes and snapped open his wings making sure not to hit anything he did so. The crowd cheered as he flapped them once or twice.
”Me and all me forms prefer Gryphon. But ya know, keep saying we are a birdcat.” Carrick said rolling his eyes seeing Zek dance around swinging his disco staff around and not hitting anything.
There was a giggle off in the distance and Carrick turned on his heels shifting his eyes to the source then ducked to the side as something approached him from behind ‘flight’ Carrick finally listened to his beastie half and moved as another knife flashed in his gaze as it missed him. Carrick threw the knife and hit the attacker and he bounced back into the shadows.
”**** these clowns man.” he said having experienced real clowns when he was growing up. It was sad they were trying to appropriate all the hard work they had done and ruin it for everyone else by trying to kill people in makeup.
Humming to himself he started to rework the classic ‘Send in the clowns’ in his head as his mismatched color eyes darted around keeping an eye on out for himself and for Zek before he stated to sing. ”Isn’t it odd, are we a team? You here at last on the ground and me in mid-air... where are the clowns? Those ****ing clowns...”
Before he could continue with his parody of the song by Frank Sinatra he turned to see another flash of light as Zek created a portal... ”What the ****?” it was different from his normal balls of light this one turned into a portal. ”Only if we can leave the clowns.”
Off in the shadows, “Hey... where are you going? Don’t you want to play?” Carrick hopped and flapped his wings closing the distance, ”You don’t play nice. We are taking our ball and leaving.” he said hoping Zek’s portal took them somewhere nicer than the sewers. Hopefully the book club could find another place to go.
”Jesus ****ing ***** ****”’ Carrick didn’t believe his eyes as he landed next to Zek standing in the middle of Yankee stadium. ”Keep this one in yer back pocket?” Carrick asked raising his hands and waving to all the other Zeks.
As usual the shifter could never tell if Praxi was messing with him. The answer she had given was an obvious one. Must be that Atlantean sense of humor the Princess was always going about. ”So yer not doing anything important! Perfect! Love the hoodie by the way! It’s suits ya!” he shouted through the glass giving her a thumbs up.
”How ya tasting today darling?” he joked hearing a few giggles and chuckles from some of the kids behind her in the classroom. Whatever class it was it didn’t seem that interesting the way everyone was looking at him. Fans, what are you gonna do?
”Fancy a fly? Might need a favor from ya like...” the shifter looked down at his wrist that didn’t have a watch, ”Five minutes ago!” he over acted being shocked, some would say he never turned off his ‘acting’. A point of pride in his mismatched colored eyes.
”Wanna play hooky with me? I got some errands to run and I’d love to get opinion from one of me favorite gal pals. Watta ya say? A favor fer yer ol’pal Carrick?” the shifter grinned flashing his sharpened canines in the smile.
”The one I gave the knife back to is in his side. Think ya already killed’em.” the shifter growled as he looked around the room that was supposed to be for book club. ”Think there are a few of these sad clowns.” Carrick leapt opened his wings and then landed next to Zek making sure not to startle him too much. If he got balled here he doubted Zek would have been fine on his own.
”Can ya just make some more light?” the shifter asked stepping out of range if Zek still felt like swinging the staff. ”Don’t know why but I can’t see them in the dark not till their close anyways.”
There was more giggling next to him and Carrick leapt before another knife could be thrown or stabbed in anyone's direction. In the wild if a big cat pounced another creature it usually meant it’s death. This wasn’t the case though at least not in this form. The giggling stopped as he pinned the clown. ”How many of ya are there!” the shifter shouted alerting Zek he had one.
The giggling continued again from the clown he had pinned, “A few of us! We just want to play with you!”
‘Fight!’ ”Interesting way of playing!” the shifter said balling up his fist and punching the clown in the nose. The clowns hand that held the knife was pinned and soon let go the more Carrick punched. It was about survival now. If it meant going home to the mansion Carrick didn’t have a problem getting violent. He’d explain everything to the moms or the mansion staff later.
”Zek, found ya another knife.” the shifter said sliding it free from the clowns grasp.
The shifter breathed into his hands as he drifted above the grounds of the school, it was cold. No snow yet but there was rumor that it would be starting soon as long as the school’s winter mascot didn’t plan to make another ‘training field’ on the grounds. It was earlier in the day before noon, the sun just started to warm everything up. His wings had a soft glow from the sunlight as he turned around towards the school classrooms. Somewhere he should have been already but the thoughts of the holidays have been distracting him.
What do you get someone that could buy anything?
The Princess was frustrating, she didn’t get most of his jokes, she was direct and brutally honest, and the amount of the times she rolled her eyes at him? She was great! With the holidays getting closer he wanted to make sure he had a gift ready to go! Something that she didn’t even know she wanted.
Carrick offered guitar lessons in the past, which she scoffed at. Offered to fly her anywhere in the city, which she pointed out she could already get him to do that. He even wrote a song for her. Could he write another? Sure, but he felt she needed something more... tangible, something she could hold in her hands. Remind her of him when he wasn't around. Which was why he was flapping his wings above some hedges looking into the classroom.
The thief waited a moment checking to see if one of the teachers were in there. There wasn’t but the classroom was full. He didn’t see the princess which was good, this would have raised too many questions. He did however see his second favorite Atlantean and fellow Gorgon. ”Praxi!” Carrick shouted to the window pressing his face against it. Puffing up his cheeks and placing them on the window he got some reaction from the rest of the class. His adoring fans.
Wings flapping behind him he called out again, ”Whatcha doing, love?”
‘That hurt!’ the mad Irishman turned his head away from his brother’s body to the body of little girlfriend. It had to be Carrick, no one was dumb enough to throw a phone, let alone at him. Tommy turned then smiled with a wave ‘I didn’t forget about you brother.’
Tommy tilted his head to the awkward fawn like movements Carrick’s body was currently going through as it tried to get up from a fall, looking back to the woman’s body he grinned someone ‘I’ll kill you after I play with your body some. Don’t want you going back to it ever again. It's ugly and annoying.’
Raising his hands towards the Princess’s body his brother’s current body he started to will a telekinetic slice into existence. Maybe he’d take a leg off of her and cause some pain. Shame too, the body was beautiful as well. Tommy started to wave his hands but stopped and covered his ears when he heard the ‘roar’ his brother’s roar.
It was painful, his ears rang and his most important sense other than his vision became his own worst enemy. Stopping the ‘slice’ he held his ears and shut his eyes for a moment. Until the ringing stopped.
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”**** that’s loud! Is that what I sound like?” the former shifter now princess of Atlantis saw it coming before Tommy did and covered her ears the best she could. It took a second for the roar to finish but he took this time to run towards Tommy. Carrick wouldn’t get another shot like this, to get a hit in. Not in this body. Despite wanting to take her time beating her older brother to a pulp the former Irishman didn’t want anything to happen to the body he was in. He was... fond of it.
”**** you, ya piece of ****” Carrick shouted winding up a kick and sending it right between Tom’s legs. ”That’s fer blondie!” Tommy’s eye’s opened too late and when he noticed what was happening he was already on the ground holding his wedding tackle.
”****!” she shouted as she ran. The cardio was bad, she was winded again already and only managed to get to his other body. ”Perfect timing love! Ya feeling angry?” the former man looked to his old body and smiled, ”I could kiss ya if it wasn’t fer Tom still being here.” they needed to get out of there though.
Before he could reach down to grab her hand and start running he felt something push him hard enough to knock the former flier off of his now well manicured feet. With the ground going out from under him he bounced off the pavement scraping an elbow, then a knee. ”Owwwww!” Carrick winced looking back to see his body and even further behind him his brother who was still kneeling and praying to whoever for the pain between the legs to end.
”Beat his @$$!” she groaned as she rolled to the side adrenaline numbing the pain. ”I like this dress.”
The thief was practiced at his craft and often used his wings and tail as a distraction in case anyone was watching. With wallet in his hand he walked to the door looking into it spotting a few dollars and some cards. As he approached the door he stopped and rolled his mismatched colored eyes. There was an old photo one that had a lot of age to it. Suddenly things clicked for the shifter. Why the man at the bar was the way he was...
His wife took the kid and left him! It all made sense to the shifter now. She was way too good looking to be with him and all his sourpussness women didn’t like to be brought down all the time. Especially good looking ones. He could say that from experience now. There was a long hard debate going on in Carrick’s head as he contemplated on what to do. Keep the wallet and throw out the cards or... return it and say he found it like he had done so many times before.
”Not worth it.” he sighed to himself and took the license I.D. card then dropped the wallet near a table by the exit. ”Pardon me loves.” Carrick smiled as he bent down and picked up the wallet placing it on the table where three women were clearly blowing off some steam after a long days work.
“Hey you’re the singer!” ”Aye, one way ta describe me!” Carrick beamed tapping the guitar on his back. ”Listen, running late to me next gig and it’s all the way across town. Found this wallet on the ground, no I.D. hard to believe no?” “Is this a line?” another one of the girls asked adjusting her wedding ring.
Staring at the glint of the small diamond Carrick chuckled, ”Wish it were, but I only date royalty so it be wasted on the likes of ya.” he set the wallet on the table, ”Any who, could one of ya do the right thing and give this ta the bartender?” Carrick didn’t wait for a response but rather just left keeping the new I.D. card up his sleeve till he exited the bar and took off figuring that was an appropriate response for not honoring the bar code.
Carrick watched threw pained expression as two hands shot up behind Zek’s head and twisted as much as possible. If it was anyone else it would have killed them. Zek however wasn’t someone else, he had a weird neck thing. The Irishman always thought it was due to intense training, similar to a contortionist but Zek could only do it with his neck.
Pulling the knife from his hand he growled as Zek flashed the clown away then brought him back into this world. The clown clearly wasn’t ready for the random transport. Mainly because he landed on his head with a loud crack then the body flopped. ”Would have stuck the landing if he was part cat.” using his own skills to he returned the knife to the sender which was the limp clown. ”Here’s yer knife back.” the knife sunk into the clown. There was no reaction...
”Couldn’t happen to a nicer clown.” Carrick mused as he looked to his hand then back to Zek. ”Let’s just leave the way we came. Pretty sure the door is...” Carrick pointed his nonwounded hand towards where he thought the door was then instantly regretted it when he was stabbed in said hand to mirror the other. ”****** ****** ****** *******” Carrick shouted again as he raised one hand to look at the knife wound to the other.
Rearing around he assumed it was the limp clown. ”I’m gonna kill ‘em!” the shifter’s appendages whirled as he turned only to see in the dark the clown with the knife in his butt where he left it seconds ago. ”Whose throwing knives if this clown is already dead!”
There was another creepy clown giggle, “It’s me” Carrick turned again and saw another clown running towards Zek with a knife out. ”Clown behind ya!” he hoped Zek realized that Carrick wasn’t behind him.
”Oh? Someone not showing?” he asked obliviously turning a card in between his fingers then shuffling the deck with the skill of someone that had spent years practicing. ”Drums and vocals. Yer Penny.” he nodded his head putting the deck back into his back pocket. Disappointed no one was willing to take the bait at the moment. ”If yer buying the first round I’ll stick around.” he said flashing his pointed canines matching her smile in kind.
”Ya can just call me Carrick, or Griff. Either way I’ll answer. I’ll even accept ***hole.” he said placing his hands in his pockets and then started to strut towards the door. ”Covers are me special, love. Been here once before and my songs didn’t fit the ascetics. Luckily fer you I was willing to skip class to memorize everything.” he said confidently.
”So yer band? Or yers?” he asked to the two. ”Never told me the band name. Just what I would be playing.” he followed everyone in. ”I can do back ups if ya want to. Also can end the show with a bang if ya want.” he looked at the crowd from behind stage.
”Aye, looks like a crowd. SHould be a grand show.” he said whistling and removing his guitar. ”The list ya sent. Was it the set list in full or ya changing things up? Just asking so I can play the tune yer laying down.” the shifter asked pulling his case strap so the guitar swung under him and slipped it off his shoulder then wing.
”I can do crazy and I can rock. Just happy to be here.” he said tossing his guitar over his shoulder and wing and then got it into a familiar position. As he followed the stringer about playing a few notes from her list.
It was a gig, one from a friend of a friend to friend of a stranger in a place he normally didn’t go on a night he normally didn’t go out on. Who was he kidding. The shifter always looked for an opportunity to clear out for the night when it was a school night. He only had a month or two left.... correction. He was pretty sure he only had a month or two left. School didn’t go all year right? The Princess had to study so that meant he’d be bored. Carrick hated being bored.
The Irishman flew over the city and circled as he looked for the venue. It was a place he normally didn’t play at for two reasons. One they played music loud. Like blow your ear drums out loud. Which especially sucked for him because of his pointed elf like ears that seemed to pick up on everything. (Headphones were packed) and second, last time he was in this establishment a mosh pit popped off with him in the middle of it. If it wasn’t for his pal Zek he might have turned and mauled a few people. Carrick hated crowds. Luckily he’d be on stage so he wouldn’t have to worry about that.
A gig was a gig. Money in the pocket meant money for a new guitar or a date night where his girlfriend didn’t have to pay for everything. ”Oyi!!!!” he called to a few people standing out back with instruments. He flapped his wings a few times then landed pulling his golden brown wings behind him. His tail flicked as he studied everyone.
”Not late am I?” he asked knowing the answer. He was, Carrick liked being late. It meant people had to stare at him when he showed up. ”Never believe the view on the way over here!” he said whistling and sizing up the two creatures with hand gestures. ”Saw two rats the size of cats fighting a dog fer a boot. Homeless guy was out cold didn’t even notice.” he adjusted his guitar, one he thought was proper for the show tonight.
”I’m Carrick. Carrick O’Conner.” he said mocking a bow while his headphones fell forward on his neck. ”But ya already probably know that. Heard yer looking fer a singer, or a string man.” he said reaching into his back pocket. ”I also do card tricks if anybody is interested.” he smirked.
