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.
”I’d pay money to watch ya try to convince him to do anything.” he said smirking knowing both forms did what they want when they wanted to. They were apart of him and he hardly got to control them. Good luck to anyone else. Well, maybe the Princess would have the best luck. If she could convince his beast form and Carrick to get along she could probably convince all of him to do anything.
Oh?” he asked looking at the big blue fish with a yellow tail nipping at the floating potato crumbs. His tail flicking behind him, I can not step in next time then. Curious to see how ya fight. Just seen ya take punches up till now.” he said with a little chuckle. Carrick was used to fighting, so he didn’t mind but he liked to at least be acknowledged for stepping into Zek’s fights all the time.
”Eh, well ya got me there.” he said his eyes still stuck on the fish a clownfish swam to the top and started grazing on the flakes. ”Been working out, but even so. Yer gonna put on more weight than I can carry though.” he said opening his wings and flapping a few times till he was ground level with his partner in crime. ”Holster the bird, no need fer that.” he chuckled spotting an octopus floating by. His eyes started to follow that now.
”Probably by the sign that says, sharks?” he said pointing to the sign. He’d been here before a few months ago the first night he met Juniper, they didn’t have the best time here and with her power they made a quick escape it had been a while since he was last here.
”I mean, could be wrong.” he said as he started to walk towards the direction where the sign lead him. ”Every get the feeling yer being watched?” he asked curiously as he was being followed by a bunch of fish who were curious at the two walking on through.
”Can do one even better.” the musician said taking a step back but not pointing out what he was doing. The shifter’s mismatched colored eyes danced across the room looking for anything that stood out as a possible danger. Just in case he needed to duck behind the dead president. He was already dead what did he care if there was danger.
”Oh fer **** sakes.” he said after the door opened. Carrick spotted all the dogs and the little old lady. Correction the ‘creepy’ little old lady. ‘Fight?’ the voice of his beast form chimed in the back of his mind not sure what to make of the woman. There was something more important to comment on however, something that to the shifter was a worthy distraction.
”Puppies!!!” he shouted looking around ignoring the pug from before the bigger dogs were not puppies but that didn’t bother Carrick at all. The dogs all were chained to the wall something that Carrick didn’t like having been chained to a wall before. They were all quite, almost looking defeated like there was no point to fight the chains around their necks. His cat like eyes turned to slits at this realization oblivious that the voice in the back of his head was now shouting ‘flight!’.
Carrick spoke but instead of his normal beautifully skilled voice it came out as a growl and a bark. Still oblivious he looked over to the person he entered with and then cursed in dog. ‘Fer **** sakes I got a gig later!’ With wings a tail and a guitar strapped to his back Carrick was now a mutt of some kind.
His eyes passed a flying chip and his head adjusted accordingly to avoid another one to the face, the shifter made note to wipe himself off once they landed no doubt his shirt was covered in crumbs. ”I’m in the wrong form fer saddle bags slow me down too much and I don’t think the big guy would like ya eating on him. He’s more particular with messes than me.” the shifter said spotting a open skylight practically begging them to break into the place.
With a flick of the tail he began their decent, ”Pretty particular with yer witnesses. One walks through walls and the other flies. Both great methods fer a quick escape.” he said trying not to still be salty about the comment Zek made on their last adventure. Juniper was a quick, ‘we can’t get shot’ card he appreciated it as well numerous times.
”We’ll ya only fight on a sure thing otherwise you let me step in. Pretty sure it have the reach on ya and the weight.” he chuckled as he pulled his wings in as they dropped past the window or rather where it used to be.. His wings snapped open and he found the nearest platform over a tank closest to the window they came from.
Now on solid.... partially solid ground Carrick brushed off his shirt and ruffled his wings a bit sending shards of chips everywhere. Some of them landed in the tank below them creating ripples in the water. Several tropical fish rose to the top of the tank to snack on the potatoes. ”Bearclaws? We coulda stopped somewhere. You coulda come and got them in the morning.” he rolled his eyes.
”Ya keep up with the sweets I won’t be able ta carry ya.” he said looking over the railing to the rainbow of fish below them. His eyes turned to slits and he debated trying to pull one from the water. His tail flicked mischievously behind him.
There was no easy way to carry someone without being close to them above the city skyline, it was made all the more awkward when someone pointed it out which Zek did often, his constant request for snacks during the flight didn’t help the situation anyways, ”Look, if ya got a problem with me flying us there ya can take a cab have yer snacks there.” he said scoffing and rolling his eyes, it wasn’t like he enjoyed being this close to people. Well most people, he didn’t mind carrying Amythest like this.
”All I know is you’d be getting distracted and I’d be sitting around the aquarium looking like a bit of a putz while yer off having adventures without me and without June’s or me there you’d be a dead man.” he smirked, it was becoming a bit of a habit with them. Just being around Zek gave Carrick a great distraction of the impending boredom of classes the following day. It was always something.
”Don’t even know why you’d need yer duffle bag in the aquarium. Fighting sharks? No, they’d be too much trouble what with all them teeth. You were fighting the manatee weren’t ya?” Carrick asked chuckling but then getting very concerned for the sea cows.
”They steal a pastry from ya? Should start spreading the word, be less trouble fer everyone else.” he joked as he circled the aquarium below looking for an open window or a ceiling entrance. One that would be less likely to alert the authorities to them breaking and entering.
It seemed the mythical tunnel led to the same spot his magical window did. When he heard the other man’s reaction to his question. This brought a little smile to his face as he strut through the storage room to the other man. ”Eisen. Dead president.” Carrick confirmed committing it to memory in case everything went south and Carrick had to give his name to the police or to Super. This whole situation was getting his hair to stand on in but he couldn’t help himself just like in most of his adventures with Zek. Carrick was curious by nature.
The Irishman thumbed his chest, ”Carrick, after the live musician.” with a toothy grin exposing his pointed canines he thumbed his guitar neck next to show off he was indeed a musician. His guitar didn’t have a name though. He used to name them and then he moved back to the city and he found it was an expensive but useful weapon in self-defense. Now all he named them was the price each one cost as a reminder not to break them.
The shifters hair stood on end the familiar voice in the back of his head questioning everything around him categorizing things into threats or non-threats. At the moment the air walker before him didn’t seem like a threat but behind the door... ‘Fight!!!’ his cat like eyes turned to slits as he shifted his attention from the door to the one above it now and he suddenly felt like he was about to be thrown to the wolves.
”What the door opens and whatever jumps out sees me on the ground?” his quieter voice was in a slight panic of anxiety and fear. ”Next yer gonna suggest we all split up gang!” the shifter rolled his eyes.
”Bigger question is how the dog opened the door.” it was a tiny pug and the door before them was shut. Something was off to Carrick, ”I don’t really do plans.” they never worked when he did plan them. ”Got any suggestions I’m all ears other wise....” his hand touched the doorknob and slowly opened it making sure to do so quietly as he prepared to jump out of the way if something charged them.
”Aye, they can be.” he agreed but didn’t like the fact that she seemed to know more about a species Carrick thought he was a part of, ”They are also curious creatures, add that with the other half and well.” he shrugged and flicked his tail at her. He didn’t want to say she was right. Even if she was. Liz was definitely the brains between the two. She knew it and he did so why did she feel the need to point that out?
His tail flicked again and he smirked, ”Maybe? Don’t always have a say when I’m shifting either. It was pretty inconvenient fer me as well. Though don’t need ta remind ya about that do I.” it was the reason she left after all and eventually lead to him leaving as well.
”I’ll keep me distance. Just want to make sure he’s gonna be alright on his own. Be nothing more than a...” he smirked at the idea, ”Guardian Angel. Suits me.” he mused his wings flexing behind him as his casual walk turned more into a strut.
They got to the nearest exit, not out a window otherwise they would have been out a few minutes prior.
>>> “Fly”
The small bird of prey opened it’s wings and took off. Carrick watched in wonder starting to purr happy for the formally injured bird. His tail flicked and his eyes narrowed as they followed the bird who seemed to be off to a rough start but then quickly corrected it’s flight pattern and rose into the air. ”Well, been an interesting day all round I’d say.” his wings snapped open, ”Time to go guard the Lil' angel then.” he smirked.
His purring continued and then slowed when he turned to look at Liz.... ”EH...... thanks?!?” before snapping his wings down and kicking off the ground. A little more dust than usual was kicked up as he tailed the bird of prey they just released ignoring the next bell for classes.
Tommy smiled. Not because of the compliment, but because he could hear his half-brother curse from across the bar. Any chance he could inflict pain in his brother he’d gladly do so. The hatred he had for his brother... it was intoxicating sometimes.
Typing into his phone, ‘Scenery is great though I’ve enjoying this view.’ he finished the text with a winky face. He followed it up with a wink of his own shifting his gaze to his brother who was now staring at the woman he was with while she studied his hand. Why was she with him? His brother was a monster with wings and a tail. Speaking of which.... his fingers were about to send another attack at the swaying tail before he got distracted.
’Texas? Never met anyone from Texas before. Weird I expected spurs and a cowgirl hat?’ he replied, typing into his phone. Why did he think this was a good idea? He was debating on leaving till he noticed his brother turning his head. Just then a woman walked up to them, she was a young waitress but her accent was clear. She was most likely the owners kid. Tommy leaned back a little to obscure Carrick’s sight from him.
“What can I get ya? Our specials are....”
Tommy typed, ’Mind ordering me a pint of the dark stuff?’ ignoring the specials. He kept his head down as he typed, ’Depends, brother’s pretty selfish, was coming to remind him he’s got family back home. Our father misses him terribly. Can’t even so much as give us a call.’ why their father wanted to talk to him he’d never understand.
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The shifter’s eyes turned to slits after he cursed looking at the blood and feeling the glass break in his hand. His tail flicked in irritation and his hair stood on end. ‘Fight?’ his shifted around and he felt the sudden urge to get up but was distracted by the Princess. ”Broke the glass cause I thought it was a good idea obviously!” he rolled his eyes more mad at the situation than the question.
His hand bleed and he shook the hand twice before she grabbed it to look at it. She called out to the bar and his cat like eyes opened back up as he started to stare at her. While he was in pain and irritated he started to purr. ”And another pint.” he smirked calming down a bit.
The owner rushed over after hearing the glass break with a clean bar rag and a broom and dust bin, “What didn’t like our specials? Was concerned fer a second but now that I know it was you who broke it...” he shook his head, ”Not my fault ya serving out of broken glasses.” Carrick quipped. “Ya alright boyo?” he asked offering up the rag before getting to work on sweeping everything up.
”Yeah, just thought it needs another touch of home.” he rolled his eyes towards the princess, ”O’Conners are known for breaking glasses.” he rolled his eyes again. A few of the smaller cuts on his hands already started to close up. Carrick still for the most part oblivious about his healing ability looked back to the owner, ”This mean ewe drink fer free tonight?” he smirked to the princess, ”Good time to get the high end stuff.” he tried to joke.
”Oh?” his tail flicked behind him as Liz suggested he stay and clean. The shifter’s mismatched eyes darted around to the other things that had yet to be broken then everything on the floor. He shifted his weight stepping on a piece of glass with a slow ‘crunch’. He smirked at Doc shaking his head dismissing the idea of Muti appendage mutant trying to clean up after himself. He’d probably break more by accident. His wings shifted uncomfortably as he tried to keep everything close to his person. This was why he avoided Fine-China shops.
”Yeah, thanks fer the helping hands Doc, it was illuminating.” he waited for the reaction but threw his hands out shaking them at the delivery. Doc’s smile twitched which Carrick counted as a smile. He’d get there eventually. No one was immune to his humor. ”I’ll come visit soon!” with his friends and adventures even a ‘faster-healing’ ability wouldn’t solve all his injuries.
Ignoring the comments Doc made to Liz he sauntered out of the infirmary waiting for the raptor of the sky and unfortunately Liz. Whom he was starting to run out of things to say to. The tension he felt around her made him about as uncomfortable as hanging out in Doc’s windowless office.
”Yeah well they say that 'bout me. I don’t do what I’m normally supposed to do.” his tail flicked behind him as he threw his hands behind his head. ”Part cat.” he looked back to the bird in his least favorite person in the mansion’s arms to see the bird looking around, ”Think we bonded, little beasty was giving me love pecks after all.” he said waving a hand before placing it back behind his head.
”Sides, not like I’m gonna follow him around to make sure he’s okay flying.” Carrick lied making sure to look away. ”He’s a wild animal, doesn't belong here.” he said trying not to make it about himself, ”The big guy is more worried about him than I am anyways. Like giving ‘em a piece of mind.” and to show both forms and his current one that just because you can’t fly doesn’t mean you are better off dead.
After a little help, probably more than Carrick wanted to admit the dumpster was shifted away from the hole of the building and he frowned at it. It was small. Like ‘not for Carrick’s’ small. Suddenly he felt he was being left out of things on purpose. He looked around for a camera on the building. Someone to blame. Well someone other than the only other person he was with who seemed to be in the same state of curiosity and confusion he was currently in.
”Oh?” he asked sarcastically throwing his hands up into the air, his wings mimicked his movement. ”An exclusive hole in the wall where only you can enter eh? Not a fan of musicians are they? Well I know how to write strongly worded letters!” he didn’t ”Wait till they get a horrible review fer excluding me.” he looked around and frowned spotting a window fifteen feet up in the air.
”Know what, keep yer little hidy hole. I’m a simple man of style and grace.” he said not using the word humble. ”I’ll find me own entrance.” he said already mapping out his course. ”You get the hole and I’ll take the window.” he said flapping once and taking to the air till he could hop onto the fire escape. The window lifted with ease and he looked into a large storage area filled with boxes of what he guessed was the overstock of animal food.
His guitar went first then he maneuvered into the window and looked around disappointed the window didn’t have a visual on the mythical tunnel of darkness only non-musicians could take. ”Hello?” he said quietly looking around and only finding a door.
The shifter looked down at his hands where the shard of glass was and then looked to the open cuts starting to form over. His eyes narrowed from the glass to Doc and he smirked giving him a pointed canine grin, ”So basically I don’t need ta see ya anymore?” he rolled the glass between a finger avoiding the sharp edges.
”Don't worry I’ll come see ya still. Know ya love having me fer a visit. The messy place ain’t much without decent company.” his tail flicked towards a beaker that was already on the floor. If it was still on the counter it would have been nudged off at that moment.
All Carrick was getting out of the conversation was that he heals fast now.
Mismatched eyes shifted from Doc to Liz and they narrowed towards her, ”I mean, this pain ain’t much but it’s beats a heartbreak though.” he smirked again this time more of a chaotic grin, ”They say the first cut’s the deepest, we can test the theory if ya want but at what point is it no longer for research and more for pleasure hmmmm?” he asked.
”You’ll get none from me teach. That ship has sailed.” he said coldly towards Liz, ”Now, can we see if Icarus can fly? More curious about that than me ability to shrug off some cuts.” he said tossing the glass he was holding behind him satisfied with the small shatter that occurred when he dropped it.
If he knew he wouldn’t hurt the thing Carrick was tempted to squeeze it after the little derp face. Carrick matched the face back sticking out his tongue and leaning over his bushy tail swaying happily behind him. ”Wouldn’t say beautiful... maybe, adorable?” he offered standing upright when the stranger did a sex check.
”At least ask permission first.” he suggested watching the dog rise higher into the air then lower. The shifter chose not to think too much about the next comment not sure if it was a joke or not. He just referred to all animals as lil beasty. It was gender neutral. So he was fine.
”It says ‘Follow me’?” Carrick asked looking around and sighing wondering if this was a prank by Zek or another one of those weird ‘cult’ things he started to stumble in to. ”Not gonna follow it are ya?” he asked almost in shock. ”Classic kidnapping trap....” he said recalling several movies where something ‘innocent and fun’ turned out to be a serial killing clown or a serial ‘troll’ who broke out into dance numbers.
”Wha? Nh uh!” mismatched colored eyes followed the pug until it disappeared. ”Well, kinda hungover truthfully.” he said looking around to see if there was a camera crew now filming his reaction. His tail flicked curiously as he looked back to the other guy who seemed just as confused. ”Maybe a hole in the wall behind a dumpster?” Carrick asked hoping it was nothing the stranger mentioned.
”And he’d be leading anyone there with a tag like that.” he said wondering if this was a trap for him. Should he call S.U.P.E.R.? Zek? An adult? His tail flicked again his curiosity getting the better of him. ”**** it.” he said knowing if there was danger his other forms would give him a heads up.
Approaching the dumpster Carrick pushed off the wall and pulled the dumpster out a bit after a little struggle. He’d probably have to shower before the Princess would allow him to be near her after touching it. He personally was trying his best not to smell what was in said dumpster.
‘Liz is wrong’ was all Carrick heard and his smirk turned into a smug one, ”What’s that Doc? Lizzy’s wrong?” he asked knowing that wasn’t what he said, ”A teacher?” he blew a raspberry away from Doc and then chuckled, ”Unheard of.” his tail flicked and he sat still long enough to let Doc get over his eyerolls and onto healing.
There was a quick glow and his body felt a warm sensation in his finger tips and whatever cuts were there were gone leaving the dried blood and lint tacked onto his fingers. “No infections.” Doc stated grabbing Carrick’s hands and giving them a once over. The amount of blood on them for the cuts was odd to Doc, ”Aye, careful with the goods. Hands are already spoken for.” he said allowing them to be turned over.
“Carrick.... do you have a regeneration ability?” Doc asked studying his hands. ”Yeah, everyone heals. Just how bodies work.” Carrick said maybe having picked up that info in Liz’s class when he was there but he didn’t give her the credit. Instead he looked out the window wondering if Icarus was able to fly. “No I mean, can you heal faster than others? Cellular regeneration?”
”Yes, I can heal. Like everyone else.” he responded having already answered the question. This was getting annoying now. The despite the wind the sun was shining now. “Humor me.” Doc said walking over and grabbing a small piece of broken glass from the floor and tossing it to the shifter.
Carrick turned and grabbed it quickly out of muscle memory and grabbed tight of it. ”Aye! Fer @@@@ sakes Doc! Thought you were supposed ta heal!” Pulling the glass from his hand and looking at the blood that started to form he held it out.
His juggling shifted to one hand and he removed a single ball bearing out of the equation as he ‘hmmmmed’ out loud. While he didn’t want to be anywhere near Liz he was happy he could get under her skin. In some way it was a form of revenge for breaking his heart all those years ago. Carrick was petty, he had no illusion he wasn’t and didn’t bother hiding it.
The bushy tail flicked behind him upset it had nothing else to break, ”Sure, he mends bones, fixes scrapes and bruises but I don’t think I ever heard him tell a joke.” Carrick looked to the Doc who was well adept at ignoring the shifter’s comments, ”I think he needs to work on his bedside manner a bit more, brighten up a bit more.” the glowing from his hands seemed to increase at the comment and Carrick chuckled, ”Was that yer version of a joke?”
Adding the other ball bearing back into the mix he started juggling with all three balls again, ”I can try telling ‘em what ta do, you know what I’m like.” he said baring his pointed fangs in a smile, ”Like Hearding a cat, only I’m less furry. I can get one of the others in here if ya prefer?” he didn’t think any other of his forms would appreciate the company. ‘Mat-’ Carrick shook his head before the words could form in the back of his mind. That was an absolutely never.
”What’s wrong with me hands?” he asked pretending he was fine. The blood crusted and lint covered fingertips seemed to be just fine to the shifter as they continued to throw the balls into the air and catch them. He also knew that this would infuriate his former girlfriend even more.
Doc’s hands stopped glowing after a little ‘pop’ from the birds final bone. “Carrick got injured?” he sighed and rolled his eyes to Liz then to Carrick who continued to juggle though not having a need to do it other than to show off. “Well, I got a mess to clean up now, so let’s see them and I can get to work.” Doc said walking forward to Carrick.
”Yeah, there's glass everywhere..... ohhhh that’s how ya stay in business!” Carrick chuckled and caught the ball bearings one after another and pocketed them. ”Now, careful with ‘em! These me livelihood.” he said beaming showing off his hands after brushing them together knocking off the excess lint.
Despite his fingers being covered in blood the pecking marks were small, almost the size of papercuts now.
”All thanks to me and my power of laughter.” he said following Liz’s deduction. He didn’t want to be in the same room as Liz but some good had come out of it so far. Thankfully he didn’t have to kill Icarus, or rather his other forms didn’t have to. Even if they claimed it was a mercy killing.
Carrick silently wondered what would happen if he lost his ability to fly, only for a moment. That thought process was a train ride he didn’t want to get on and had a feeling there was no getting off till he came to a conclusion so he welcomed the glowing light from Doc’s powers and continued to juggle with the ball bearings glad they were doing a good job reflecting light.
”Sure, we can thank Doc here but whose really doing the healing here?” he asked oblivious to his own hands sealing their wounds. His tail swiped at a beaker knocking it off the ledge ‘crash’.
”Place is dangerous. **** just falling off of counters.” he looked back to the bird and added his next joke, ”Justice is a dish severed cold if it were served warm it be justwater!” Carrick chuckled to himself and wondered where Rowan was with the snare.
Carrick hated walking in the city, it was.... too crowded. The sounds the sights and the amount of people. He loved the attention and glances he got however so he made sure to open his wings on occasion when he heard people talking about them over the sound of the music blasting in his ears. Unfortunately noise cancelling headphones didn’t mean much to someone with hearing like his so all it did was dull the sounds of the city.
His eyes slitted and his hair stood on end, someone was talking to him. Carrick popped one od his headphones off his ear and let it drape down to his shoulders as a small dog was thrusted in his face. ”Sorry?” the dog was tiny, but also adorable. Carrick had a weird fascination with dogs. When he was smaller they made him uneasy but after his growth spurt he finally learned to appreciate them. They too got distracted by everything and they always seemed happy to see him meaning they were in his opinion a perfect audience member.
His tail flicked behind him making sure this wasn't a grift, a distraction while someone tried to pick his pocket. He didn’t keep his wallet in his back pocket anymore for this reason. He did spend more time with pickpockets than people would have liked (his girlfriend). ”Not mine mate.” he said pointing to the sign of the store, ”Maybe he decided the place wasn’t fer him.”
Carrick hefted the guitar on his back then looked around sad for the dog’s loss. ”He got a collar?” the shifter asked reaching over to the dog thrusted upon him and waited till the dog sniffed him. The Irishman probably smelled like a ton of other dogs given the fact that he lived at the mansion.
