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.
”And what’s wrong with playing the part? Ya know yer not one. I know yer not one and Kalos knows yer not one.” he asked. ”All the important people know that. Nothing wrong with playing a part right?” he added doing his best not to match the younger shifter’s gaze. One it felt embarrassing because of all the compliments he was getting from the younger shifter and two the more he matched the kids gaze the more he heard his beast form yelling to protect his role as Alpha.
Carrick stopped playing when Rowan let loose and started drumming. Like really drumming. He had the focus and the rhythm. So much so the Irishman’s jaw hung ajar while he watched. Rowan was... good for never playing before. So much so Carrick was now determined to get him to play more. When he messed up he sat and Carrick looked back down letting the young shifter have his disappointment.
”And?” he asked again this time turning up the amp and playing two cords loudly and letting them die slowly. ”Nothing to be sorry fer boyo. Ya did great fer never touching the things before. Better than me. Was afraid I’d break everything when I first tried to play ‘em. Every good band has a roadie.” he finally added this time smirking. ”Shame they aren’t for ya. Little practice and you’d own it.” he said shrugging pretending not to care.
”We’ll get ya singing or playing something before long I’m sure.” he said. ”It’s a great distraction fer me and it does a good job drowning the other guy out.” Carrick lied it only helped him focus on something other than his beasty.
His hands moved to the smaller strings and he started to play a sad song. One that the strings ‘whined’ a lot on. It would have been more effective on his acoustic than the electric. ”Oh, didn’t know we were having a pity party.” Carrick chided the younger shifter, ”I can go out if ya want a cake fer it.” he said rolling his mismatched colored eyes, enough for if Rowan was looking it’d be apparent.
”When ya find out how to do that let me know.” he said sighing, ”Still trying to figure it out me self. Until then though, I’m gonna keep on living.” he said playing a few cords again this time some more uplifting before he laughed, ”Did ya just call me handsome?” Carrick chuckled.
Zek struggled and proceeded to lick his hands. Carrick grossed out didn’t' yell or shout or remove his hand from his friends mouth. He did his best to ignore it till they were out of the room and staring down two guards. Not one but two. It was too late to avoid being seen now and now that there was no reason to be quite Carrick looked back to Zek. ”Why did you keep licking me hand?” he asked quickly as the two guards disappeared.
”You’d ruin the whole thing if ya saw the dog.” Carrick grumbled rummaging through the clothes finding the wallets and pulling out some wads of money and pocketing it. One had a nice lighter and the other a flask. Carrick took a whiff and pocketed that as well. His tail flicked behind him as he grabbed the two sunglasses and pocketed those next.
”Right, well maybe ya got some ammo now fer any more dogs, naked guys.... not the guns.” the shifter said kicking the clothes into the room they were just in. Making sure the dog wasn’t near first before shutting it behind him. ”I can handle a few guards I’m sure.” he said mentally tapping the voice in the back of his head. Before muttering ”Fight.” Carrick’s hair started to stand on end and his hands started to shift slightly stretching and contracting. Carrick did his best not to swipe at Zek. Zek wasn’t an enemy.
”Well, come on.” he said his voice sounding an octave lower. His stance lowered as he snuck through the hallways. ”Just got to find some.... there they are.” he pointed.
The light of red blinked into existence and his vision blurred from the brightness for a moment while his pupils dilated slightly. His eyes came to back on the women who were asleep naked on the bed. His eyes might have stared a little longer till he heard the familiar, ‘Mate!’ in the back of his mind followed quickly with the a ‘Fight!’ confused his eyes adjusted again to the this time the bright light of Zek’s ball. He didn’t get a chance to warn him as the three women started to stir on the bed followed by some heavy breathing on the other side.
‘Fight!’ Carrick grabbed Zek’s shirt and pulled him close then wrapped his hand over his partner in crimes mouth knowing he wasn’t going to appreciate the gesture just yet. Carrick knew a dog stirring when he heard one. Walking the mansion halls at night and the amount of canine companions taught him they are curious when they hear a noise.
Carrick pointed to the edge of the bed where the dog ears could be seen in the light. Not sure if Zek could see them he whispered. ”Dog.” then pointed with the map in hand to the bed.
“Who are you?” one of the girls asked sleepily as she stretched. ” A dream, yer granny say’s hello and she misses you. Told her I’d come check on ya.” he said opening his wings going for an angel angle as he slowly backed up to the door trying to guide Zek out still covering his mouth waiting for the girlish shrill that would no doubt be heard when Zek came face to face with the dog.
Carrick’s eyes might have glanced over at the women once more before using his mapped hand to reach for the handle. Zek could handle an armed guard. Just not a dog.
”Right, not yer girlfriend.” he agreed, ”Just a girl, and a friend, who you’d prefer as a girlfriend.” Carrick smirked looking back to Rowan and nodding his head. His tail flicked behind him the more he messed with the younger shifter. ”It’s alright, I won’t say nothing. All a safe space here.” he said looking back to his guitar.
”Well, we all can’t be handsome and talented. It’s more of a runoff. Girls go fer the guitar players and singers but they end up falling for the drummers. As long as they don’t get arrested for doing some stupid **** in Queens on St. Patty’s day.” Carrick said speaking from experience Eejit got drunk and tried drumming on a cop car.
Carrick chuckled, ”Just messing with ya. They prefer those who are confident. Get it? Probably why I got the attention of me Princess. I carry myself with a... charm.” he said smirking more, ”Years of practice though and not really carrying what other people think. Me body gets the attention, attitude is what keeps it.” he said nodding his head trying to describe his way of the shifter.
”Oh so yer a bad boy then?” hearing the reform schools over the drumming. ”Girls do love them. Though, I wouldn’t change things too much fer yer gal Kalos if she seems inta ya best not change things up too drastically ya?” anything could be a recipe for disaster just depends on how creative you are or who taught you how to fight. Carrick had both of those going for him.
”Aye, a bit. That’s where ya practice comes in. Up to you to feel the music and the beat. Just like.” Carrick turned facing Rowan and stared him down and started to strum quickly changing cords and strings quickly, ”this, easier when your playing by yerself but when ya find someone ya can play with... that’s when the magic happens.”
Carrick tried not to smirk at the younger shifter when he discussed his love life. So his beast only responded to threats? Well better that then yelling at him to fight, run from or **** anything in sight. The shifter would had been fine with just threats then again without his beast he might not have had the courage to do anything with the Princess.
”We-he-ell then! Good thing yer girlfriend isn’t a threat then!” he said finally breaking his silence and jamming louder on the guitar to match Rowan’s enthusiasm. ”There we go! Can’t be a drummer without a little anger!” he said speaking from experience. Carrick found the drums therapeutic. He wasn’t the best at it but felt good to hit things. Maybe he was his fathers son after all.
Carrick stopped playing when Rowan stopped wondering what else he was going to say. The older shifter wasn’t expecting that. He frowned at first wanting to call the kid a Eejit that he was only lying to himeself and everyone else and that was the only way he kept himself from losing his mind and possibly hurting someone. Carrick flashed a grin, ”Practice makes perfect! But be you, just confident.” Carrick said giving the Rowan some hope he seemed like he needed that and this was a part Carrick was born to play.
”Got to start telling yer beast whose boss! You tell ‘em when he gets ta go out. Who gets ta touch ya! If ya decided it’s Kalos then boyo she’s the only one. Tame yer beast!” Carrick said sliding his fingers down the neck trying to imitate some of his favorite guitarists.
He stopped for a second and wondered if he should have told him not to ignore his beast form entirely. Carrick learned that the hard way. His mismatched colored eyes shifted over to Rowan and he made sure not to comment on his eyes being red. ”Ya sure you never played before?” Carrick asked grinning, ”Maybe Kalos likes drummers.” he teased.
Carrick rolled his eyes when he mentioned the state instead of the Island nation Ameythst came from. ”Girlfriend.” he corrected. He was dating a Princess. Carrick was doing well for himself and liked to point that out on occasion as a brag. Mainly because half the time he didn’t even believe it.
”Sounds like a square deal as long as ya share some of the profits with yours truly. Or if yer just trying to screw the fence over. If that’s the case I’ll give ya his name fer free. Beats me having to go see him again. Beasty wants some words with him still.” Carrick said feeling his beast side get riled up the more they talked about the particular fence.
Avoiding the stain on the map Carrick tried to offer it back up to Zek and followed suit as they walked down the hallway of a famous dangerous rapper. One that clearly Zek didn’t understand. ”Well, yeah but ya can’t believe everything ya hear in his music. He ‘fought a tiger cause he called him a li-ar.” he said stretching the last word so it rhymed just like the lyrics said, ”Tigers can’t talk, everyone knows that and they like salt.”
”Snitches get stitches.” Carrick quipped back as he popped in the room behind Zek. They could have just shot for the other hallway but Carrick didn’t want to argue with the guy who clearly could read the map better than him. The door quietly shut behind him and Carrick’s vision shifted over to his night vision. He spotted a bed and.... his face got beat red.
”Wrong room.” Carrick whispered in a panic quietly trying to keep Zek from moving to the bed where three naked woman were sleeping.
The winged thief played softer not letting the strings vibrate as long so he could hear more or Rowan’s crush and how awkward he was being about it. Was he that bad? The Princess made him think he was. His face turned red at the sight of her and he started to purr like a jet engine. She found it ‘cute’ he found it embarrassing. Rowan didn’t need to know about that though. Carrick did have an image to maintain.
”Pink?” and eyes he had never seen. Carrick had seen a girl with pink skin before but he wasn’t sure if that was from the first time he went to school here or now. He never had a conversation with her. Carrick knew that much at least.
His fingers stopped moving for a moment a sad smile on his face. He knew that in Atlantis those with physical mutations were regarded poorly and treated even worse. He had seen it first hand when the Princesses friends came for a visit. How mean they were to Praxi. Was Amethyst
Carrick always thought he had it rough as a kid.
Bullies, both kids and adults used to pick on him for his wings and tail. He was smaller then so it was easy. His ‘father’ in his infinite wisdom taught him that fear was a good motivator to keep people away. Strength was all that anyone respected. Violence was encouraged. He wasn’t his father though and from the sounds of things he was nothing like Rowan’s Kalos.
Suddenly he wanted to meet this Kalos, see if Rowan was just building up the hype on his crush.
”All the time...” he said sighing and wishing he was outside so he could exit this conversation. It was starting to hit close to home. Carrick didn’t do well at home or dealing with serious things like this. ”Me and her, have a deal going. The second I do that, the second she tells me. I’m done here.” he said flatly. ”I don’t need or want to scare anyone I care about ever again, not me father.” he suddenly cracked a smile and started to play loudly on the guitar.
”Without me, me furball has nothing. I’m in control. He just has a problem remembering.” there was roar in the back of his mind a challenge to fight him. Carrick ignored him.
”Hasn’t happened yet, and as long as I keep her around it seems ‘he’ doesn’t have as many issues as usual. He seems, content around her. Calm even. Don’t know if it’s because I’m so inta her or he’s happy I found a mate.” Carrick turned his attention back towards the younger shifter on the drums, ”You’ll keep that between us.” it wasn’t a question.
”What does yer beasty think of her?” Carrick asked curiously.
”Nice one!” he said watching the guy vanish out of his clothes then shook his head, ”That’s one of the things I got in the back pack.” he said shaking his back a little his wings ruffling when he did so. ”I will take his glasses though. Maybe he’s a smoker too.” Carrick said rummaging through the man’s pockets and placing the sunglasses on his head.
”I know a guy. Deals with custom jewelry. Usually sells on the other side of the planet. Safer. But... since I got me Princess kidnapped through him he’s kinda on me **** list.” he said finding a box of cigarettes and sniffing them. They were free so he wouldn’t complain even if these were the wrong kind.
Brushing his pants and standing Carrick looked around and sniffed the air. ”Let’s avoid the kitchen. Smells like someone’s cooking.” The shifter looked to the drawing, ”Why crayon?” he turned it a few times to see if he was holding it upside down or backwards. ”is this a coffee stain or a blood stain?” he asked debating if he should lick the map but then decided he didn’t want to find out the hard way.
”That way!” he pointed in a direction. Should be easy, they just got to walk around till they find stairs going down. Carrick also made note of all the windows they passed just in case they needed a quick exit. ”Shame, always thought he was a good guy. Guess it’s true what they say. Never meet yer heroes.”
”Ya sure?” Carrick asked matching the whispered tones of his partner in crime, ”I can screech if ya want more of a dramatic entrance?” his tail flicked behind him as they walked down the stairs to the next door. ”Figured it was because June-bug wasn’t around and ya needed a fast transport.” he smirked, ”When ya really needed someone ta just make jokes and distractions.” he nodded sagely.
”Oh? Can I?” Carrick asked gleefully playing up his excitement. Practically bouncing to the door he reached out for his tail which after a moment entered his hand. Carrick felt around at the base of the bushy tail and pulled out two little lock picks and then eyed them to the door.
”What kind of cat would I be without a little skill in pickng?” he asked crouching down and humming one of the beats to Old Man Mackelln’s music. Carrick might have lied when he said he heard of him before. The shifter spent most of the day memorizing his flow. ”Run the Jewels.” he said in response to the vault. Maybe he’d pick something up the Princess would be impressed with. Something far more shiny than the Valentines day gift he got her.
”I like me some shiny.” he said truthfully as the door unlocked and swung open. Someone was on the other side of the door with their back to them. Carrick quietly backed up and pulled the door with him. Either Zek was going to get to show off or Carrick was going to have to act fast. What was the choke hold Maya taught him?
”Aye, and I’ll turn into a murdering cat/bird if I get worked up.” Carrick said trying not to think too much on it. When he did he knew he needed to work on his shifting but that sounded like work and right now the one thing he wanted to work on was his relationship with the Princess. She seemed pretty good at getting the other guy to do what Carrick wanted him to do anyways.
It wasn’t a competition statement it was a ‘and you’re point? ”So you shouldn’t enjoy the good things in life like romance because yer beasty is controlling yer life all the time?” Carrick shook his head, ”I’m in charge of me body. Me.” he stated aloud so even his beast form heard it. There was a rumble in the back of his mind and his pupils turned to slits. Carrick responded by playing a bit louder to Rowan’s playing.
”So she’s got a name!” Carrick smug grin could be seen from miles away. ”I’d ask Ames, about it but apparently the royalty and other students aren’t on the same page.” he said trying not to laugh. When he first met the Princess he understood.
”She was a bit of a “visible mutations make you a gorgon” or whatever. Told her I’m a Gryphon.” Carrick smugness oozed out of him and played on his guitar. ”And now we’re dating. Still wonder if she’s going with me because I’m so different but girls always like the bad boys eh?” he said looking over to Rowan. ”I’m a father and a kings worst nightmare!”
”Don’t worry boyo, yer secret is safe with me. Might have a big mouth but people don’t believe everything I say anyways.” he shrugged stopping the playing and then eyed the blushing shifter knowing he’d still turn red if the Princess wanted him to. ”Get out of yer head, can’t play by meself. Well I can but that defeats the purpose of you behind the drums.” he said thinking sage wisdom from him would help at a time like this.
”What do ya like about yer little... Kalos?” he asked trying to get the name right. Had he met her before? So many people in the mansion half of them he never bothered to get to know. This was his second time through school again half the people he did remember were long gone from here.
His playing softened a bit as Rowan experimented with the drums not feeling the need to play anything in particular. Shame, here he was thinking the younger shifter was a potential band member. They could have called themselves the shifters or beastie boys. Both had potential.
”No, not the stuff to impress kids or grandma’s I’m talking the real ones. Flash powder, fire, rabbits!” he corrected himself, ”Not in that order. Never in that order!” he said feeling he needed to make it clear. Rabbits did not have the ‘aww’ factor if they are on fire. The shifter reached up and pulled a guitar pick from behind his ear instead of a coin. ”Some tricks work better than others. More so if ya have the showmanship for it.” he said mocking a bow then started playing again.
”Well, better to be clear about yer intentions up front otherwise you’ll be dancing around that first kiss awkwardly for months. The anticipation....” he shook his head, ”Just gets worse over time. Stomach turns to knots and every time ya see her those butterflies she used ta give ya end up making ya purge.” he looked down and climbed up and down the strings with his fingers. ”Study date then!” Carrick said nodding his head.
Carrick matched his foot speed to Rowan’s as he pressed the pedal. Carrick played in unison on a few strings. ”And what’s wrong with different? Aren’t we different? Been called different all my life and let me tell ya. Different is fascinating.” the shifter said defending his title before grinning. ”and? I’m dating the ****ing Atlantean Princess.” he said with a laugh, ”She’s worlds apart from me.” he said starting to purr at the thought of her.
The shifter had been pretty on board with the whole ‘steal’ something back mission up until he was told what was stolen from him. ”Fer a danish?” The shifter stared blankly at Zek for a ten count, his tail shifting in the wind behind him. If his wings were open he would have been lifted off the roof. Once everything was processed Carrick started to chuckle. ”Boyo... Yer petty as ****” he summed up and then shrugged, it was too late to leave now. If he did he was pretty sure Juniper would have an earful for leaving Zek on his own.
The door was there and gone in two flashes and he looked at Zek and folded his arms after looking at the crayon drawing. ”Ya know I can pick locks right?” the shifter asked looking at the door then shaking his head at Zek.
”If ya want to let them know someone is here I can just roar for ‘em.” the shifter eyerolled and looked down when passing the camera watching the entrance to the door. With all the guards it was more than likely the roof was the last thing anyone was worried about. ”I mean, ya at least got some paint or a sticker to cover the cameras right?” he said taking another look at the drawing. Could he read this? It wasn’t like the blueprints he read as a kid. At least he had gloves on.
Carrick reached into his back pocket and slipped his own gloves on now that they were on the property. ”Right, so what pastry we looking for? And why the basement?” Carrick asked reaching into his bag (suddenly glad he kept on to it) and pulling a large roll of novelty bumper stickers. Pulling off a smiley face he tacked it above the door where the camera was and then trailed after Zek.
The highest string whined in response to Rowan saying he didn’t think he could do any of those things, meaning he didn’t know. Try or try not. Carrick knew the words of the little green Muppet probably wouldn’t help much in this situation. How do you instill confidence on someone? Compliment and play to their strengths and right now Carrick was playing to his. Lying so confidently someone believes him. In this case it was Rowan.
”Ya never want to be the smart guy.” Carrick said rolling his eyes, ”Girls say they want a smart guy but why do they always flock to the guy playing the guitar?” he said ripping on a few of the strings. ”Tried it once, didn’t work fer me. This does. So does magic. It gets their attention, then I swoop in and keep it.” he followed Rowan’s gaze to the drums. ”Have at it! It’s here to be played!” he said giving the younger shifter a nod.
”The trick is ya find something ya have in common. Books, music, art that gets ya in the door right? From there ya got to find something that she finds impressive and capitalize on it.” Carrick said starting to wriff kicking out a amplified melody to a song that was in his head. ”Fer example” Carrick yelled over the amplifier ” I got wings!” they opened in response giving Rowan something to look at besides his hands moving up and down on the instrument.
”Ladies have a tendency to be fascinated with them. Why? They’ve never seen something like them before and then!” he hit the lowest note hard and let it echo, ”Boom! I kick down the door and hit ‘em with me song, joke, or even the occasional magic trick.” he said shifting his gaze from the instrument to the other shifter in the room. ”Read her Shakespeare?” Carrick asked stopping the guitar and raising an eyebrow.
”They still teach him here?” Carrick asked because either it was taught when he was younger and he slept through it or they taught it now and he hadn’t been paying attention. ”He’s supposedly romantic. I don’t get it.” lot of people died in his plays. Romantic or not Carrick couldn’t back dying when living was so... fun.
”Ya could also lie and tell yer love yer awful at English and ya want someone to motivate ya ta study more. Used to call ‘em study dates.” he said remembering the times Liz forced him to study even though it was more him staring at her awkwardly. ”Even got me to pass a few classes.” the shifter said nodding his head and tapping his feet to a song that no one else could hear.
Carrick saw the finger guns and smirked at the comment and returned them, ”Let’s not get into trouble.” that was more likely the scenario but Zek adventures were interesting and gave him a good story to tell the Princess. Even if she only believed half of them.
Carrick was like twenty percent sure he was being stood up for the adventure until finally he realized he was at the wrong door. Was it his fault Carrick only half listened? Maybe, but was it his fault someone was conducting a trade of gems during their conversation behind Zek’s back? That might have been on him too. It was like waiting for his father to show up all over again.
That was until he passed the other door where Zek was standing in a cat suit.... Carrick’s tail flicked at his when he saw it and ignored making a comment on it other than “I’m underdressed...” he was just wearing his normal clothes, the black ones. Kinda hard to hide his wings and it would defeat the purpose of having them if he covered them up.
The flight was a quick one, it helped that Zek only got lost twice in the air and they had to figure out where to go after setting down on a building which.... turned out to be the one they were looking for. The shifter stifled a yawn and removed his ‘Flight’ goggles from his head and relocated them in his back pack and then looked across the rooftops to see the guards and dogs. Carrick knew of Zek’s dislike of dogs. Hopefully Zek didn’t have to get too close otherwise this was going to be ruined by his ball buddy screaming.
”Aye, before anyone sees us. At least he doesn’t have anyone on his roof top.” Carrick said proudly not needing any binoculars. ”Like they want us to rob the place. I mean steal something back.” Carrick corrected himself and did the finger guns again. ”Also ya got enough tricks in yer arsenal or got enough room fer me backpack?” Carrick asked wondering if it was better to leave the backpack and come back for it later or hope he didn’t shift and loose all his magic tricks. One of them might come in handy.
Carrick flapped a few times and rose into the air then reached down to grab hold of Zek before taking to the air and crossing over the grounds where the dogs patrolled. Thankfully the wind kept their scent away and Carrick kept them so high in the air unless someone was flashing lights over head they wouldn’t be spotted. ”What did he steal from ya anyways? One of yer chains?” the shifted smirked.
His eyes turned to slits at the baring of his fangs in the smile. Carrick’s tail flicked behind him while he ignored the ‘fight’ that was roaring in the back of his mind. No fight was needed. He was just a kid one that could shift but Carrick didn’t see any reason things would get aggressive. At least not yet.
”Talking to her would help I’m sure.” Carrick said deciding he knew where he wanted to go next. It should be pretty empty right now it was a good place to get thoughts out. Carrick turned when they got near another flight of stairs and Carrick started to go down them listing to Rowan’s heart ache.
”Cause ya like her. Used to be the same way as well.” Carrick lied. He still got tongue tied whenever he saw the princess. Often blurting out the first thing that comes to mind. He could stare at her all day. He might have even verbalized it to her at some point. ”Ya get used to the feeling. Words will come out easier in time.” he said trying to encourage Rowan. Thankfully when they cleared the stairs the room Carrick was heading for was there to greet them. The music room.
Instruments lined the walls, both classical and newer. Some bass guitars and drums sat in a pile near some amps. Carrick’s eyes were already fixed on the electric guitar. The winged shifter removed the guitar from his back and set it gingerly against a wall. ”Sounding creepy and being creepy are two different things.” he said nodding his head. There were enough songs about being a stalker for him to know some signs. He might have also seen a few before flying over the city. Rowan didn’t fit the bill.
”Least she sees ya right?” the shifter asked, ”Could be worse.” he plugged in the electric guitar to an amp and turned it on. ”The trick is ta get their attention” he strummed a few cords loudly then yelled, ”And then figure a way to keep it!” he strummed a little bit more then let the sound fade. ”Can ya play? Sing? Write poetry? Draw? Paint?” he asked curiously. They were all good ways to get attention. Carrick’s talents were usually very apparent.
