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.
”Uhhhh....” Carrick’s free hand pointed up to the moon, ”That there...” he said trying not to smirk too much. ”That there is the moon and that one....” he thought back trying to recall all the names he filed away as useless when it came to stare gazing. ”That one there is a dipper.” he looked back to her and grinned.
”You know anything about them?” he asked curiously hoping her Atlantian schooling was more than just Politics and Orgies. Not that he was complain about what she knew just he didn’t like being put on the spot like that.
”Star gazing I like, I know little to nothing about them other than they are full of hot gas. Something we have in common.” he said squeezing her hand. ”Other than that that is pretty much all I know. Thought the view would be pretty at least.”
”Yer call. I might have something small fer ya.” he said trying not to be too embarrassed. ”I might have also got yer favorite Pizza.” he said leaning back and reaching into the basket. There was a few slices of Pizza wrapped in foil (still warm) a thermos full of hot cocoa and of course a small bag of cotton candy. Carrick revealed the contents to her then reached for a slice. Seafood wasn’t really his thing.
”No change! Big spender!” Carrick leaned back and elbowed a few of the guys and shook his head, ”Wondering if she’s hiring.” did he need a new job? Carrick watched the second hundred be dropped on the table and he decided he was open to interview at least. Speaking of which was Super even paying him?
The shifter’s ears perked at the giant statement, he didn’t want to be overtly greedy but it was hard not to watch her pull out more bills with every comment one of the girls made. The one who kept throwing around the money also kept calling him ‘hon’. Each time his tail flicked in annoyance. His face however was nothing but smiles best not to scare off the prey. ‘Mate!’ Carrick ignored his instincts.
”Guitar strings and jackets.” he said grinning and turning his back showing off his wings and. It wasn’t anyone's business what he spent his money on but he thought the more he talked the more the lady would throw down. ”Impossible to find anything that fits fer wings n’ a tail.” he said as he placed his hands on the two bills and pulled them closer to the center of the table.
At this rate he didn’t even need to pull the Queen from the table. He’d just keep shuffling till the one who kept dropping hundreds left. Then again, she might get lucky. Carrick suddenly got the feeling that something was wrong. No one. On god’s green earth would walk around with that much money and be willing to throw that much on a table game. They weren’t cops right? The shifter shuffled the cards again and grinned folding his arms.
A kid, Urchin popped out in the alley beside them and walked across the street. It wasn’t often Carrick worked in unison with someone on a game like this but it was better to have more eyes on the situation. Urchin’s job now was to make sure they weren’t about to be picked up by police. Carrick technically was supposed to be on his best behavior. Neither the moms nor his girlfriend (his words) would probably approve of his little side ventures.
Carrick’s mismatched colored eyes shifted casually from the giant lady with bottomless wallets to Urchin then back to her friend when there was no sign of danger. ”That darling, is a beautiful shade of red. Steffani is it? Might need to breath love.” he said nodding his head to the giant lady then to her friend. ”She gonna be alright?” he asked hoping this would spur the dropping of more bills. Amythest was getting treated tonight, he’d even put on a suit.
”And I like shiny things.” he said grinning, ”Like we were made fer each other.” Carrick said chuckling to himself. He didn’t consider himself a star, not yet at least sure he was full of hot gas but his fan base wasn’t big enough yet where he had the illusion he was one. One day maybe.
Carrick suddenly got the feeling she was expecting something else but he tried to downplay how anxious he was. This was the first time since Liz he had someone on Valentines day. More over he actually cared what the Princess thought so he wanted to impress her.
”I mean... we can go flying if this isn’t yer type of thing...” he sat down next to her, ”Figured we don’t have the best track record in the city and this is pretty close to home. Be an easy fly fer you and no car fer me so everyone’s happy.” he grinned. ”Like ta end at least one date with ya instead.” he said purring reaching for her hand.
His tail stopped waving when he heard someone insult him and claim he wasn’t doing a good job. The money on the table and in his pocket was all the proof he needed at his skills. Was he the best no, but he had the showmanship to make up for it.
Luckily for Carrick the one who did the insulting walked forward and put a twenty down in front of him his pointed canines bared themselves in a smile at the sight of the woman before him. She was rude, pretty and had an air of arrogance about her. The shifter’s favorite audience member, privileged.
”Oooooeeee!” he looked back to the guys who were circled around the table, some of them trying to learn Carrick’s patterns some of them already in the red. ”She’s making ya’ll look bad. First try!” he whistled matching her bet and setting it on top of hers. ”Beauty and Brains!” he smirked and his wings opened a bit a he gave a slight nod. ”Care to double it?”
The next woman to join at least asked permission. She even made eye contact and threw a crisp hundred on the table. Another whistle, most people didn’t throw around money like this. Not unless they knew they could beat him or lose the money. Carrick could match it no problem, at least thanks to the guys standing around the table. Could he afford to lose though? Mismatched colored eyes focused on the tall blonde, ”Would ya like change darling? Or ya willing to bet it all?” his tail flicked behind him failing to hide Carrick’s excitement.
Carrick’s hand moved up and down the neck of the guitar when the kid approached the strumming might have gotten a little louder to drown out some of the stammering. He seemed shy, too shy. Why was he talking to him? Did Carrick owe him money or was he one of the kids that bought one of Sam’s steaks off of him? It wasn’t his fault if the meat went bad. It was only out of the fridge for a few hours.
”Aye,” there was no sense denying it. Carrick made sure everyone knew who he was, how many Irish students with wing and a tail did the mansion have? One. Unless he got access to the danger room again.
The winged shifter took a long drag from the cigarette and stopped playing, resting the instrument on one of his legs which started to sway like his tail. ”Rowan....” he repeated matching the name to the face. Carrick exhaled some smoke and leaned forward watching the kid explain why he was looking for the tailed slacker.
”Yeah, I keep trying to send mine in but they keep saying I got ta change the title.” he shook his head, ”Not my fault the words got different meanings.” he didn’t elaborate but flashed his teeth from behind the smoke. There was a joke somewhere in there.
”Ya try the internet?” he asked figuring that was the step before asking the teachers. His cat like eyes focused on Rowan some more. ‘Fight’ he looked to the sky and held the bridge of his nose trying to ignore the voice of his least favorite shifted form. Now was not the time for fighting. It was a kid asking about shifting. Why was he an expert now?
”Well, congrats.... we meet on mondays got jackets. You’ll grow into it I’m sure.” he plopped the cigarette back into his mouth and swung a leg over and hopped from the tree. One of the reasons this tree was one of his favorites was because the lack of branches the lower the tree got. Basically it was a good tree to show off from.
Snapping his wings open and flapping once he landed and slung the guitar over his back. ”Caught me at a bad time actually.” he said exhaling. ”I’m supposed to be in class.” Carrick exhaled a bit more smoke then put the butt out on his shoe before tucking it behind his ear.
”But I’m pretty sure it’s about to get out though...” he looked to the sky and then nodded before breaking into a smile, ”Messing with ya. Why do ya sound so nervous? Ya owe me money?” he didn’t Carrick would already know him.
”Which teachers would suggest coming to me?” he chuckled knowing that he was an older shifter. He too had questions. ”Ask away, though depending on yer questions I might not want ta answer.” he pointed back to the mansion and started to walk.
”Awww, but I got a few more at least and it take even longer to get where we’re going.” he grinned catching her and pulling her close. He might have started purring. His arms locked into place and he flapped a few times lifting them higher into the air. ”Sides, you’d miss all the views like this one.” he pointed to a pair of students he happened to spot earlier under a tree locking lips. It was supposed to be a romantic holiday.
”Not too far love.” he didn’t explain but already started to descend once they cleared the roof of the mansion. Where a few things could be apparent to anyone looking at the roof. A wool blanket, a small basket and a telescope. Under the telescope was a candle. If the wind didn’t mess things up he’d be able to light it.
”Figured since it was such a nice night out we could do a little stargazing.” he said lowering her into the blanket before pointing upwards. The moon was bright and new and this was probably one of the few decent places near the city where the stars could actually be seen. Starlit Picnic. A classic staple in the ‘I need to do something romantic on short notice’.
Carrick touched down next to her. ”Prime spot, had to chase off a few kids to get it.” he puffed out his chest a little and removed the guitar from his back.
Pick a card any card.... no not that one... or that one (Leah)
Ever since the shifter started dating the Princess and getting a job with SUPER there were a few things he rarely did anymore, street hustling was one of the things he missed the most. His girlfriend (his words not hers) probably wouldn’t approve but there were few things he felt he was naturally good at and finding people to throw money at him was one of them.
”Nah, mate. Not that one. Ya just watched me put it down.” Carrick said revealing the card in his hands after the wrong one was pointed out again. His wings opened slightly as he stifled a yawn pretending he was bored.
”Try again but, ya know watch ‘em.” His hands cycled over the cards picking them up on occasion as he rotated the cards. His wings opened behind him and closed adding more of a distraction behind him. It was in a way cheating but he was pretty good at using the cards he was dealt and wings and a tail were an excellent distraction.
”What about you love? Care to try and guess which one’s the queen?” he gestured towards the cards there were three in front of him all slightly bent to make it easier to pick up and drop.
The shifter felt like the queen was glaring at him so he averted his mismatched eyes to a passer by. ”Care to show ‘em how easy this is? Five bucks, and ya can double yer money.” he said grinning, ”Double down and who knows, can take yer wife out or yer neighbors wife. None of my business. Come on’ all about getting those tendies.” he said waiting till someone pointed out the right card.
Carrick sighed and picked up the right card, ”What a shame. Try again? You’ll win eventually.” his guitar was heavy on his back. The shifter was running late for his Biology class but, he’d catch up at some point. Wasn’t like the class was going anywhere. “You’re cheating the card isn’t there!” cried one of the victims.
”Easy there with that accusation boyo,” he said picking up the Queen of hearts and showing everyone who was watching, ”It’s not.” Carrick agreed with him. ”Not my fault ya have a shorter attention span than me. It’s simple. Follow the Queen and pick her out.” his hands moved quickly on the table again. This time his tail flicked behind him waving to everyone.
The shifter was skipping class again. Biology. It was a nice day out too nice to be stuck inside. The snow was melted now and the tree limbs were dry, dry enough to create a comfortable seat for the shifter to lounge on as he plucked away at his guitar. Liz could try and yell some more at him later. The Princess could fill him in on what he missed again. Probably something with ‘borephyll’.
Stifling a yawn and inhaling on a borrowed cigarette he blew out a little plume of smoke. There was a no smoking policy in the school. Another reason why it was better to be outside. Not that he needed to smoke. He just wanted one.
The wind shifted and he got whiff of dog. The plucking on the guitar continued. There were a lot of dogs at the mansion most of them didn’t mind him. Some of them even liked him. He was part cat but he liked to think he was more bird than anything. Which was why he got along with them so much. Most of them. This smell of dog was... unfamiliar to him.
The shifter leaned forward on the branch both feet still dangling. His tail flicked as he checked for it’s source. There was a kid. Carrick’s eyes focused and then he lost interest. Such is the curse of his short attention span. There was nothing shiny on him anyways. Carrick leaned his back to the tree again and continued strumming. The song he was playing could be mistaken for a love song.
Zek’s voice was muffled and Carrick wasn’t sure if he heard all the right words but he didn’t have time to argue about his grilling skills. The were subpar but he practice. It wasn’t often he grilled. His stomach growled in response as he spotted a few flashing lights curtesy of Zek who seemed worse than him now. Was he in a fight as well or did he just drink a ton? Either way Carrick ‘O Conner did not leave friends to fend for themselves when the police arrived. It was one of the few qualities he inherited from his father that he actually admired.
Carrick eye’s lit up when he watched the clown car appear over both Larry and his future Ex-wife. Carrick started to wheeze from laughter when the both disappeared under it. It wasn’t a massive car but Larry deserved it. His sides still hurt a bit from the spurs. If Larry actually did try to lasso them he was going to get a beating, then again neither he nor Zek seemed ready to put up much of a fight.
”That was the most comical scene I’ve ever witnessed.” Carrick sighed and hefted Zek up a bit and then turned back towards the exit of the circus. The one that wasn’t swarming with police or firefighters. ”Gonna have ta find me some clothes soon here.” the shifter said loudly his hearing now just coming back to him.
”I’m not getting in there.” he said sternly, ”Can’t drive and I don’t do small metal death traps.” Zek either forgot about his fear of small places or didn’t hear him any other time he avoided small cramped places.
Grabbing the cotton candy he found a small moving blanket and wrapped it around his waist while Zek tried to stumble over to the car. Now wrapped up and covered more than he was a second ago Carrick took his good arm and one armed hefted Zek up again helping him walk. ”Come ‘on. Let’s go find us a place that’s serving. I need a few pints after this night. Especially if I’m going back into lockdown.” he took a bite of the sugar on a stick and then took a swig from Tiny’s flask.
”No one’s gonna believe this happened.” he said as they exited the circus grounds the big top still blocking out the sky with smoke and flames behind them. ”Crazy, never seen something that big just go up in flames like that.”
The shift took a little longer than usual but once he was fully garbed in fur his beak picked the last bit of skin from it’s clawed hand. Bright eyes shifted over everyone who was passed out or still at work doing the deed. It was... interesting to see but he decided it wasn’t as interesting as flying. Carrick’s head craned upwards to see a ceiling and let out a loud ‘chirp’ before looking back to both Juniper and Zek. One was way more panicked than the other.
His head bobbed up and down while he tried to laugh only echoing several smaller chirps. He was suddenly glad he was here. Juniper’s reaction to his shift was priceless. Zek as usual seemed unphased by it. As usual. Then again he’d seen both forms several times by now. So it made some sense. However everyone should appreciate this form. He was great.
Some of the cult members who weren’t passed out all looked over to the commotion they stared mouth ajar. That was the reaction he was looking for. Carrick nodded his head, ‘yep, bask in my greatness!’ before turning back to both Zek and Juniper. Carrick deep stretched and opened up his wings and flapped once kicking up some dirt and dust and the occasional robe that someone dropped during the commotion.
Carrick trudged closer to both of his friends and bumped his head into Zek, when he said his name ‘ya know damn well who Carrick is!’ before lowering his body so they could hop on. He screeched, ‘Let’s bail! I can’t fly here.’
”Fine, more fer me then. Not often ya find a bottle of that caliber.” Carrick snapped and kept stepping his tail swaying behind him. If he was enjoying himself any more he’d be purring. He didn’t want to explain that one to his new teacher. Some people found it awkward. His mismatched eyes focused on her footwork first waiting to see the pattern she went forward, back and then side to side.
Carrick gave her a toothy grin, ”Ya teaching me the hustle?” he had heard about it but never seen it before it belonged in the age of the disco. He only knew the stories his mom used to tell him about when she was a young woman attending weddings. That was how she met his father. His father.... Carrick’s nose wrinkled and he did a spin and walked moonwalked over to the booze and scooped it up in a few steps trying to make it look like he was doing the robot.
He held up a finger like he needed a break for a second and took a swig then set the bottle back down and then got back into the dancing. She was no pro. Which was fine he wasn’t willing to pay for a pro. The shifter was cheap. ”Step n’ touch as extracurriculars?” he whistled and then did the dance steps forward back and then when he went from side to side he almost tripped himself up. He hopped trying to cover it up and attempted again.
”Lucky you, me Mother only had me learn the jig. Before I got inta singing and flying. Step n’ touch is a bit more useful than Irish Step dancing. Not even in Ireland anymore.” he smirked then threw his head back when his footwork didn’t help him go from side to side. Then decided to show off his fancy foot work with a little stepping from his homeland.
”Whataya mean couda?” he asked with a chuckle. ”Ya can be the one ta get them to add some new steps in instead of...” he started kicking his legs out like what he saw in the movies. He didn’t do it well but that was fine. He didn’t want to be a Rockette. ”Ya can get me tickets and I can point and go, I know her!”
The shifter stuck his tongue out again as he went back into the forward, back, side to side. A little slower making sure his footwork wasn’t tripping up. His tail moved faster than the rest of him. ”What? Ta hit parties? Or accept freebies fer showing?” he asked with a toothy grin.
”The guy said I was great fer bringing all the ladies and should take a ‘roadie’.” he threw up air quotes mid step. ”I just happened to be in the right place at the right time.” he said with a grin. ”Ya want ta go to a party? Pretty sure it’s still going on. The guy was a bit too far inta it. Was throwing money around like it was nothing. I’m sure he had a great personality and would be a terrific friend.” he chuckled when he got the steps right.
With flask in hand he slowly opened the flask and took a swig only after pouring one out for the big top. He hadn’t remembered much of what a happened. He remembered Tiny from the night before. He was tough. He could never beat Carrick in a fight (what the shifter keeps telling himself) but there was no way a fire would be enough to get him. Carrick also knew that him and Tiny didn’t do goodbyes so if Carrick just left Tiny wouldn’t hold it against him.
”Have you seen my clown?” Carrick asked a passer by who was also in full clown garb but was busy running with an overflowed bucket. He didn’t head towards the fire he ran away from. Carrick loved the commitment of staying in character.
The shifter spotted a flash of light and he followed it back to it’s source. It was a good seat to watch the show and by show he meant fire of a circus. The shifter walked through a cloud of smoke as the wind blew and it reminded him he was naked still. He was on the look out for clothes but didn’t find anything. Not that people had a tendency to leave clothes lying around in the middle of a circus... or a fire.
After a few minutes of searching with the ringing still in his ears he finally tracked the light source back to the cause. Zek in a bean bag chair. Carrick yelled his name, ”Zek!” he pointed to the fire, ”We got ta get out of here man! Cops!” it was an alright television show worse to be on it though. He was still supposed to be under house arrest and now he was naked and covered in blood and soot. This was not the place for the shifter to be.
”Zek! Let’s go!” the guy was watching the show and Carrick looked back and spotted Larry Zoo walking next to the snake charmer. Carrick suddenly remembered why he thought she was attractive. She could sing. They were heading right for them. The spurs Carrick imagine were clicking with every step.
The snake lady opened her mouth and Carrick pointed to his ears. ”I can’t hear ya darling!” and he shrugged. Shame though maybe she was finally able to give him a chance to duet. The flashing lights told him it was not a good time to be singing so he turned back to Zek, ”Mate! We don’t want ta be here when the cops get here!” he reached down and grabbed Zek by the arm and hefted it over his head. ”Don’t forget yer chair bud.” he said as he looked over his shoulder and spotted the snake lady yelling at them then Larry Zoo running towards them wielding a... Lasso. Of course Larry Zoo had a lasso.
”Fer **** sakes!” Carrick shouted as he turned and ran the exploding food trucks. Fires were one thing but he knew to avoid danger when he was close.... okay obvious danger that had a direct link to his untimely death. He wasn’t about to deprive the world of looks and talent such as his. There was so much mor he wanted to do. Like sign a record deal then immediately screw over said label for a better deal or....
Carrick dropped to the ground as a piece of metal zoomed by where his head was a second ago. The shifter started to laugh uncomfortably as he rolled avoiding something on fire landing next to him. He needed a drink to process how everything transpired. Maybe Zek could fill him in. Zek... where was that clown.
”Send in the clowns!” Carrick belted out as he looked around avoiding former friends as the rushed all over the place turning off burners and moving anything flammable to a new location. Most of them ran past Carrick with so much as a ‘why are you naked again?’ Maybe they were just used to it now.
After some walking around he saw the barrel first then heard Zek’s shriek of joy as the barrel barreled towards him. He was tired and sore and his body ached but he managed to jump and find himself on top of the barrel. Well that was something he could cross off the list. Carrick managed two steps on the barrel before being launched in the opposite direction while the barrel ran into a fence post at the entrance.
Carrick face planted and gave the world a view of another moon that night. Spitting out some dirt he pushed himself up. ”My phone!” he picked up what he thought was his phone. It wasn’t. It was his flask, or rather Tiny’s flask. Carrick wasn’t about to ask how and why it was out here all this way from the now on fire big top as the surrounding tents erupted into flames. Carrick spat up some more dirt and stood opening the flask and taking a whiff. Yep, only Tiny drank straight Gin.
After a look of disgust from the drink he washed out the dirt and blood in his mouth with something he thought was even more foul however he wasn’t about to go back into the big top to ask for something else. ”My cigar!” he shouted aloud as he stood watching the place burn down. Tiny had the best cigars.
Carrick’s beast form was smoking, if you mentioned it to him in his human form he’d say all of his forms were smoking, smoking hot. In reality though with his current ability he was only able to hold onto a single form so many times throughout the day without over exerting himself. With the proper motivation he was able to pass the limit by two shifts today. Hence why his the fur was smoking, that and the fact that he just narrowly avoided being crushed by a food truck while being in another food truck and being set on fire from the third that appeared.
Okay, so maybe the third food truck had a little to do more with the smoke rising from his body. A wing had caught an ember and his fur caught a few flames. Carrick growled loudly at the sight of the flames and started to roll around. Stop drop and roll wasn’t a thing to Carrick’s beast form but it was one of those rare times where his human thoughts managed to leak into his other form. ‘Stop. Drop. Roll!’
His shifted form did. Luckily the embers were put out and his initial track his brain was running on shifted. He didn’t hear the singing any longer. Was it the explosion rupturing his ear drums? Also he was in his human form again. When? Carrick stood up looking back at the flames of one of the food trucks. It was the elephant ear cart and his heart sank. ”Awww... was gonna bring the Princess an ear.” she was too sheltered from the world. Everyone needed fried dough loaded with sugar.
Carrick sighed and looked down, he was naked... again. This time covered in soot now as well instead of just blood. Meaning he wasn’t as reflective as he normally was. The shifter looked around confused. There was no way he upended on truck ontop of another and then set a third one on fire right? He looked around, ”Whoa! Anyone else see that?” he looked around confused to as why he no longer heard the singing. The ringing in his ear prevented him from hearing anything else so he was yelling.
”Zek?” yelled Carrick trying to pop his own ear drums by moving his jaw around. Why did it hurt? Why did everything hurt? Should he just leave? His wing opened then closed. It was gonna be a long walk back to the mansion where was his phone?
There was a girlish scream that echoed out over the cheers and boos of the crowd Carrick was oblivious to everything other than the singing that was interpreted when Zek threw a palm in the singers gut then continued to run out. Carrick gave chase till he got to the singer and crouched on all fours his body continuing to start the shifting process. Tufts of hair sprouted along Carrick’s bare body until the skin was tight enough to pull.
Mismatched colored eyes studied the snake lady as she tried to get more air into her lungs so she could sing again. He wanted to hear it. Needed to hear it if he was going to do what she wanted him to do. “What are you doing!?! Killlll him!” Carrick’s tail answered in kind and flicked mischievously letting her know he was waiting for something. The charmer coughed a few times and then cleared her throat and belted out some sick lyrics for Carrick to stalk his prey to.
‘Chase! Hunt! Kill!’ Carrick thought as his body moved to the music and taking off after Zek following the path he had laid out by running through a crowd and then out of the tent. There was a fire somewhere, he didn’t know what to make of it other than it wasn’t his problem. Zek was his problem. His friend was being a bad friend and wouldn’t let Carrick kill him. Seriously, he thought Zek would have been happy for him and... whatever her name was.
They were out in the open, Zek stubbed his toe and Carrick managed to close the distance pretty quickly. Zek was screaming still and Carrick was growling as he chased after him. ‘Come on!’ thought Carrick. ‘I’ll make it quick. You’re being a bad friend!’ His glossed over eyes followed as he tried to open his wings to fly now that they were out in the open.
Carrick managed to get airborne but must have forgotten his wing was still pretty messed up because when he left the ground he lost control almost instantly and flew into one of the food trucks, this one full of propane tanks. There was a loud crash and an angry roar as he tried to find his way out of the metal box that was a food truck.
