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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”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.
”Ya know him?” Carrick asked confused by the clown but then realized it was Zek. So if anything Zek knew him. Zek apparently knew everyone and it was just something Carrick was getting used to. Or rather he claimed to know everyone the man did spout a lot of **** which was one of the reasons Carrick enjoyed going on the adventures.
>>>“My name is not Roberto! It’s--”
Seconds later and Carrick realized it was one of those times where Zek didn’t know someone but put on so much confidence he seemed believable. That right there was an art form he too tried to perfect. ”Jensen?” Carrick tried to offer as Zek listed another name. The clown didn’t smile now but looked irritated with the makeup and the hair. ”You should be smiling more... unless yer one of them sad clowns. Do you have a pie somewhere?” Carrick asked curiously sniffing the air as the lights went out again.
”Got something here! Not pie though.” Carrick said covering his nose and looking back to the clown in the dark only to find him not there. Zek already orbed him away meaning what he was looking at was... ‘Flight!’ the voice shouted again as Carrick leaned forward slightly looking at the ground. Was that a chain at his foot? The whistling sound overhead caught his attention and he stood upright again.
”Zekky boy. Did ya throw something at me?” he asked leaning over to his friend who was now playing music from the ‘staff of world break’. ”Ya can’t use that name. The man was responsible fer genocide.” Carrick offered knowing someone would be proud of his ‘PCness’.
”Well creepy the clown.... did he vanish again?” he asked eyeing the lasers that danced everywhere. Some on the wall some on the creepy mutilated dolls that were draped on the walls... his pupils dilated as one danced in front of him and he tried to catch it out of instinct. Instead of a laser light (something that he never could catch) he caught a blade in his hand. Pointy end sticking out through the back of his hand. It was a three count before Carrick processed the pain.
”*********** *******B****!!!!!” Carrick shouted and roared like a lion trying to vent some of the pain that was from someone throwing the knife and he catching it. ”Who throws a knife without warning someone!” he shouted pulling the blade from his hand and holding onto it. ”Where ya at!?! Let me return it!” he shouted looking around. His pupils turning into ‘slits’. ”Zek! Ya see the stupid clown!?!”
”Vulgar?” the shifter asked his cheshire grin widening. Clearly this brooding guy never drank with an Irishman before. ”What I say? **** again or was it **** or maybe ****** sorry mate, don’t even realize half the time.” he apologized ignoring that the man didn’t want to see a photo of his girlfriend. Or rather he didn’t ignore it but continued to show him despite being told he didn’t want to.
”Don’t know what decade ya stopped drinking mate, but if a man sits at the bar and buys ya drink ya listen ta his stories. If ya don’t want that yer in the wrong location of this fine establishment.” he said his tail flicking behind him. Wings lifted with a shrug looking around.
”More looks for me to steal then.” he said looking to his phone not letting the sour mood of his fellow bar goer ruin his night. It was still early and a good one. He looked to his phone again and started to purr without realizing it while he glanced at a photo of Amythest, the Princess of Atlantis. He stared for another minute for before he realized the purring he was producing and then cleared his throat before texting his girlfriend.
‘Aye, love. Ya up? Fancy a midnight fly over the city? Maybe a drink?’ he sent a few emoji's as well. They probably didn’t fit with the context but the thief found it funnier that way mainly because the Princess didn’t understand emoji’s.
Talking to the stranger again, ”Must be lonely. Ah well. If ya want to sit and fester in yer thoughts that’s on you mate.” he raised his pint and cheers’d him. ”Enjoy the company. Doubt you’ll like it.” he said looking to the bartender. ”Just give me share for the gig tonight to dark n’ brooding here.” he thumbing towards the man and making sure all his drinks were finished.
”Got somewhere ta be anyways!” he said cheerily with a pat on the man’s back. What he didn’t know was it was a distraction to lift his wallet.
Tom was a fighter, like Carrick even if his half-brother didn’t want to admit it and even if he didn’t want to admit it. He had seen the rage he could get into much like what he could do they were defintly their fathers sons. The only difference though, Tommy had his part to play. Carrick ran from it, so if he managed to kill his half brother... well he’d still have his place in life and in the revolution. His father couldn’t handle the loss of both sons but he’d get by without Carrick.
>>>”I didn’t sign up for murder!”
The heels were his first clue, her announcing she was there didn’t help either. So when she charged him and tried to throw a kick to the ribs he turned and stared in more confusion. ‘I’m done with you today!’ he lifted his hand and Rhia’s kick slowed as she met his telekinetic field around him. Lifting his hand he raised Rhia off the ground then looked to her legs and gave it a slight pat at the calf. ‘Guess you Texas ladies are built different.’
The quite O’Conner then flicked his wrist and sent Rhia flying, harder than before and into a wall hoping that would be enough to keep her down. Now... where was he? Oh yeah, killing his brother’s body! Tommy turned on heel and then started skipping again noticing that a phone was visible. That wouldn’t do at all. Looking for the nearest thing he could throw he found a opened garbage can and launched it to the pair.
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Not only did the princess fumble with his phone but when it was handed over he too fumbled with it.”Why hand it ta me upside down!?!?” he complained as he stared at the phone hoping it would read his face and unlock... it didn’t. He tried his thumb and it didn’t work. ”Ah @@@@ I’m you!” he shouted looking at his reflection. He was in his girlfriends body and she in his. Face recognition or thumbprint wouldn’t work.
”Why would ya want to beast out now? I want ya to run! Ya ain’t ready fer beast form! We got one monster ta deal with!” Carrick turned his head that wasn’t his and eyed the can of garbage flying towards them scattering garbage as it flew through the air. ”Duck!” he shouted trying to tackle his winged body out of the way.
Narrowly getting beamed with the large aluminum bin Carrick’s green dress billowed out around them as he landed on his old body. ”**** it! Get mad!” he said frantically, ”Ya like me right?” he asked not sure if he wanted an answer. This was the wrong time for more of the relationship talk but that wasn’t what he was going for here. He was trying to appeal to his former ‘beast’ form.
”Tommy is gonna try ta kill me. Take me from you! I’m yers right? Fight! Fight while I call me moms!” he said pushing himself up and pulling the dress back down with phone in hand. Tommy was closer now. The threat was close and the smile on his face made the princess’s body stomach churn.
It was four digits and he was in the phone, hitting most recent he got sent straight to voicemail. ”Hey mom, it’s me. Well kinda me! Carrick! Long story, was at a bar performing and--- **** Duck!” Carrick shouted as another bin launched at his body. ”**** it story doesn’t matter now! Remember how I said me family is a bunch of nut jobs? Well me brother found me. He’s on the Interpol list thing. Could pick him up if ya answer yer phone! Fer **** sakes!” he didn’t hang up but rather took the phone and threw it as Tommy walked past him trying to distract him long enough for the Princess to do something in his body.
The phone struck him in the head and then Tommy turned his attention to him. In the princess’s body Carrick did the only thing he could think of and give the universal sign everyone knew. Carrick flipped Tommy the double bird.
”Thank ya!” the Irishman said nodding his head. That was more than he was expecting from the guy who seemed to know not of the bar room etiquette. It was a start and if they’d have to wait an hour for the owner well then... maybe Carrick could properly teach him how to talk to strangers in a bar.
”Oh a Volunteer!? Oddly good at avoiding answers aren’t ya? No matter. Secrets said at the bar top stay here. Tis’ the rules and all that.” he took a swig and watched the man about to flag down the bartender, ”Yer doing it wrong.” Carrick chided before opening up his wings and waving, ”Oi! Another round, unless yer boss is coming to pay us ta leave!” the bartender rolled his eyes and then started to gather Carrick’s drinks again and another non-alcholic beverage.
”Be easier if I had a pair of tits eh?” he chuckled. ”Got all these extra appendages but still have trouble getting attention. Big hit back home, but then again everyone knew me there.” he shook his head and got back to the question.
”Aye, got friends. Girlfriend to, princess of mine. Beautiful. Want ta see a photo?” Carrick asked checking his pockets for his phone. ”Gave her the night off to do her kind of things. Just a quick set after all no need ta bring a crowd. Just glad my mates didn’t tag along. Would have been a fight before I even started.” he said finding his phone and looking for an appropriate photo to show off.
‘Flight!’ the hairs on the back of his neck tried to leave said neck as the his beast form shouted for them to run. Carrick however didn’t he had gotten rather good at not listening to what the voices said, in his head and out of it. When the music and lights died out they were submerged in total darkness. Not that it mattered too much to the shifter given his ‘night-vision’ his eyes adjusted in seconds but it was enough time to lose the clown.
”Well, if it isn’t book club and I don’t have to charm the older gals I don’t really see much reason to stay here.” Carrick said shrugging and looking back over to Zek before trying to take the staff from him. Carrick only managed to press one of the buttons as the lights came back on the disco staff. The clown somehow ‘appeared’ in front of him. Much more impressive because Carrick didn’t see him seconds before.
”Whoa!” Carrick jumped backwards away from Zek and the clown as he heard something stick into the table where his hand was seconds before. Carrick was distracted by the clown again. ”Fer **** sakes mate!” he said looking to the clown. ”Should put a bell on ya! Like ya popped out of nowhere!”
Carrick shook his hands and visibly shivered. ”Right, well it was nice meeting ya. Zek we good ta go now?” the shifter asked as his tail flicked behind him.
”No? Just kicked from the cloth then?” he asked looking at him then shaking his head, ”Nah ya don’t seem the type.” he said having grown up around a lot of god fearing folk. His mother being one of them.
”Is it?” he asked looking over his shoulders to his wings and grabbing hold of them a little shaking them. ”I mean, yeah. It could be. If ya hated flying, sure. But who hates flying? No one that’s who.” he said nodding his head not everyone had the same thoughts and feelings about flying like he did. Most of the time Carrick avoided those people but at the bar. Well it was his penance for mocking the ‘grounders’ as he flew over them during traffic jams.
”Finished me set already didn’t I? Killed it!” he said squinting slightly and sipping his drink, ”Figured I’d earn a cold one and some cheery company of strangers. Ones that enjoy swapping stories.” he rolled his eyes missing the attitude his fellow Irishman shared willingly. ”Americans.” he said into his drink.
”Well if yer gathering donations, drinking non-alcoholic beer and not a cop then what are ya?” Carrick asked slyly knowing now he was pressing buttons.
”How can ya forget what day it is, it’s on taco day!” he threw his hands up his ears picking up the annoying humming from the florescent fixtures. The smells were getting worse the more they stood in the room. The chairs were empty, which was disappointing. There’d be no one to charm here and thus no reason to stick around.
Carrick’s mismatched eyes traveled the darkness and found a old wooden table with some tools on it before looking to the chains on the wall and then his eyes blurred as the light adjusted to the dolls in the corner. Carrick looked away and pulled out his flask. ”Wonder why the book club needs chains.” he asked looking around more feeling even more uncomfortable as he eyed the lack of space above them. At least it beat the tunnels.
‘Flight!’ his beast form shouted from the back of his mind. His hairs were standing on end and he noticed it now. The lone figure standing in the rotating lights from the staff. It was a clown.... holding a red balloon. ”****! Geez mate! Ya ****ing scared the **** out of me! Not that ya could tell with the smell but...” Carrick sighed slightly ignoring the call to flee. ”Zeeky, seems you weren’t the only one who forgot what day it is.” the clown didn’t smile but just stood there holding the balloon.
”Not a very happy clown.” Carrick said disappointed in his lack of enthusiasm for the profession Carrick had been surrounded by for a good chunk of his life.
The answer wasn’t helpful at all. ”And look I told ya then, just because he was Irish doesn’t make him a leprechaun.” the fact that the said leprechaun sat at the end of a rainbow and was constantly trying to make a bet with them made him such. That and he was a foot tall.
”Well ya did try ta take his gold. I’d be pretty pissed off if someone was trying ta steal from me horde... if I had one... which I don’t.” his eyes squinted and he made sure not to make eye contact with Zek. For once he was happy he was in the sewers with the bad lighting. Carrick had some treasures all his forms thought was important.
”Part cat.” he corrected. ”Yeah, let’s the get the guy whose afraid of small places with the enhanced sense of smell into the smallest smelliest place on earth outside of Jersey.” he rolled his cat like eyes and kept walking making sure to avoid whatever the nearest rat was floating on. ”I do have me clothes.” he agreed. Ones that he’d have to burn after they left the book club.
”I will, and I’m gonna keep telling ya as well. Till ya stop bringing me down here. Next ta useless here.” he said reaching into his pocket and pulled his flask of choice. It was one way to drown out everything that was down here.
”Huh?” three foot long book club? Carrick’s tail flicked behind him as Zek made a point to stare at the shifter. Did Carrick do something wrong? Oblivious to the fact that there could be a club made of books. That would just be.... the thief eyed the R&B disco staff and decided nothing was that out of the ordinary anymore.
”Time to put on the charm.” Carrick sighed as they walked up to a metal door with streaks of color on it. Clearly whoever owned the place was bad at it. Half the door wasn’t even painted. Lazy. That’s what that was. ”Ladies, how are ya doing today!” he asked as he practically pushed through the blood smelling door. ”Whose ready to talk about books!?!” the hairs stood on the back of Carrick’s neck something was... different.
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”**************kkkkk” he said as he appeared in a flash of light. Carrick had gotten balled again and once again he found himself in the most foul smelling place on earth. ”Stop doing that! How long was I gone?” he asked looking around for a sign for how long he had been balled up in Zek’s pocket dimension.
Zek was eating something Carrick could only assume was bacon. Every time he tried smelling anything he immediately felt like he was going to throw up from the smell. Why was he down here again. ”Book club?” he didn’t read anything recently and even if he did the last thing he wanted to do was sit around and discuss what he had read.
”Told ya I didn’t want ta go!” he said irritated he was in the sewers again. He didn’t do small spaces and anything he couldn’t fly in was considered small. Not only that but he was pretty sure Amythest wouldn’t come anywhere near him after he got out of the smelly tunnels.
”Well, I’m sure she’ll be charmed by me. I am an angel.” he said reluctantly despite the smell he was hungry because he knew Zek anywhere he went there were probably snacks. ”How long is this book club?” he asked holding his wings tight to his body and out of anything that would make it smell more.
”No, ya do.” Carrick said rolling his mismatched colored eyes. They looked tired now but still had the cat like slits searching around for another threat in the darkened areas of the aquarium surrounding them.
”Oh sure, I just happened to get out of a situation ya put me and you saved the day again.” if his eyes could roll any harder he would had to fly after them. Apparently Carrick was still upset from his comments earlier about how ‘he’ did everything and the shifter was nothing more than a glorified taxi service. He wasn’t exactly wrong but the thief thought he could show a bit more appreciation to what he brought for the group. Looks, talent, a right hook.
”Yeah, I’ll hold ‘em.” he said opening his wings as the light show continued oblivious to the actual sea horses in the water bottle from earlier. The shifter was distracted now. Freeing his wings from all the water and trying to figure out how to kill the music. ”Sorry Sandman,” he pressed a button and every thing on the disco stick shut off. ”Thing’s magical.” he said more to himself putting it in the crook between his wings.
After the sharks reappeared in the tank Carrick looked back to Zek, ”Ya surprise me sometimes.” he flapped twice and was airborne flying over and lifting Zek into the air after he did his ‘up’ motion like a big boy. ”Thought fer sure ya would have kept one of them to throw at someone.” with that they were airborne avoiding the beam of lights from below. As they exited the building someone turned on the lights to reveal what the pair left behind.
Carrick heard the ‘padre’ and figured the guy was blessing his beer or something. Was he converting non-alcoholic beer to wine/alcoholic beer? If so that was a pretty neat trick. One Carrick wanted to see in action if it was real. Maybe he could be taught? It would definitely take his ‘angel’ game to a whole new level.
”Aye, I do say so.” he agreed. It was what he heard about a lot of things. Most of which he didn’t have to be worried about losing now.
”They don’t?” he asked raising an eyebrow. ”Well, guess that makes you not a priest then.” Carrick decided. He no longer felt bad about swearing in front of the guy if he wasn’t of the cloth. Even if he had done enough ‘hail mary’s’ in his life for more than one person.
”Aye, I am. Don’t look it though right?” he said smirking, ”Was blessed with good looks, wings, slow aging and cursed with a tail.” his tail flicked behind him to show it off. It was the most controlled the thing had been all night. The slow aging was totally a lie.
”Yer not a cop are ya? Do I have to show my I.D. to you as well?” he asked chuckling. ”Most places check my I.D. before I start playing. Makes it easier to tell who they are hiring to play.” he shrugged.
It was late, or early. The shifter had been playing a gig into the late hours of the night and he was having such a good time he lost track of time. It was Friday and he only had biology and a few other less important classes. Music theory? Right, most practical class ever. He’d spend time playing the guitar during that time anyways not like he had to be there ‘there’ for it.
The shifter opened up the heavy bar door and looked up to the sky and determined it was morning. He smelled like a bar, which made sense because he fell asleep in it. Not a lot of places allowed a musician to crash the night let alone drink when no one was there but apparently he had stacked up some credit with frosty the X-man. So much so the manager allowed him to ‘lock up’ the door locked itself so all he had to do was make sure the door didn’t hit him on the way out.
Staggering forward a little he stretched his back and yawned lifting the recently filled flask (one of his few treasures) to his lips and took a little swig to take the edge off. He did some drinking last night with a few of the bikers, they were.... interesting. They paid for everything by the end of the night and with him finishing the gig he even made a little extra cash.
“Carrick O’Conner!” the shifter heard his name and jumped a little. Someone in a black car rolled up as someone approached him from behind. ”Never heard of him.” the person in question was a serious looking man with a jacket that read S.U.P.E.R. ”Ahhh.... what can I do fer ya. Hows the moms? Good?” the moms were Sabine and Pippa both of who out of the goodness of their hearts were trying to keep him from going to jail after a shouting match.
“They sent me to collect you. You were supposed to meet at the training facility at 0500.” ”Yeah, five. I got it. Little early no? Got Gryphon stuff to do today. School to sleep through, hoards to protect. That jazz. Tell ‘em I’ll be there.” it was his first session of training with them. He wasn’t looking forward to it.
Carrick sipped from his flask, “It’s 0600 now...” ”Is it?” he looked around up to the sky, ”Can’t be six pm. It’s got ta be morning. The place would have been open by now.” he said thumbing to the Sam’s bar behind him.
After some time and arguing Carrick sighed and flew to the training grounds for the S.U.P.E.R. agents. A building he never been to before. The agent who collected him slammed the car door as he managed to pull up as Carrick landed. ”Ya owe me a fiver, I beat ya here.” he said smirking adjusting his sunglasses and stifling a yawn. ”This place got coffee?”
”Nah, it’s fine.” the shifter lied waving off the condolences. He wasn’t there to feel sorry for himself nor did he want anyone to. This was a joyous occasion at the bar after a gig. He was about to get paid! There was no time to wallow. ”She’s in a better place, less suffering.” he raised his pint glass and finished the rest of the drink with ease. He was a seasoned drinker after all. His mother while she might have made questionable choices was and will always be a saint. His father on the other hand...
”Cash is kings.” he agreed then and debated how much money he was going to donate. He didn’t travel the city with much of it on him. He also had a bad habit of shifting so it was stupid to bring a bunch of money if there was no guarantee he’d make it back to the mansion with it.
He spoke gibberish? Had it been that long? ”paenitet?” ‘sorry’ not sure if that was even a word now that he was questioning what he knew. ”fuit tempus” ‘been some time’. ”Guess what they say is true ya don’t use it ya lose it eh?” he asked as another shot and pint were placed in front of him while another non-alcoholic drink was placed in front of Rex.
”Me knuckles are already hurting thinking about the penguins rolling over in their graves.” he shook his dominate hand as if someone smacked his knuckles with a ruler. Man did he hate school. ”Was trying ta say here I thought it was a dead language. Never met anyone else who speaks it on the street. Didn’t know people of the cloth went out fer drinks. Alcohol or non.” he said never really thinking about it.
