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.
Cesca laid it all out, real honest-like, which honestly made Ved wonder how bad she was actually feeling, how fed up she was with it, or what she was probably hiding beyond these facts. Part of it he figured was she was just baller tough and she was done with dealing with shitty worries. He could respect that; that was a damn good place to be in. But clearly she was upset about it too. Ruinous love’ll do that to ya. Lost family too. Yikes.
Jonas frowned slightly as Vesca finished, raising his own glass and taking a sip. He wasn’t about to throw it all back like Cesca wise. Okay maybe upset than Ved thought.
Carrick seemed to feel similarly; Jonas threw a glance his way at the quiet yeeesh. He half-grinned though at the playful mutant talk. A small chuckle followed at the fluttering wings. The bard wasn’t giving up what was the family business, but Ved drew some conclusions based on the typical foreign Irish affairs: drugs, mob, guns. It wasn’t usually fine sweaters or singing. Winged Irish Army? Maybe.
Jonas was leaning back in the sofa, nodding along with Carrick, when the question of work came to him. His eyebrows rose up and he took the bait to change the subject. “Oh uhm, well,” the southern-accented guy started, “I came up for anything honestly. Wanted to get away form that family bigotry like I said… Mostly found myself taking cash jobs like construction. I’m good with my hands.” He chuckled a bit.
“I’ve taken a few runner jobs, worked on a fishing boat, but always seems to come back to construction and I’m hoping it’ll keep me here awhile. Thankfully ‘round here there’s always something. Meet a lot different people that way at least,” he nodded. “Though I’m thinking going out to the bar is proving far better now,” he gestured with his drink to Cesca and then Carrick.
“New York’s a city for new fortune, new friends, and maybe even found family?” he smiled. “Seems we all came to the right place. Granted it’d help if I stuck around long enough to be more than some rando from a bar so don’t ya let me go off on no boat again.”
Ved could be called calculating and manipulative. He’d question you why as if you could convince him, but that too was just a play. Oh he’d known Cesca was clearly upset by something back at home and he couldn’t leave it alone. Jonas on the other hand was well-meaning, sweetly intention, and just a bit inebriated to miss the social cues of Cesca’s muttering.
Or maybe Ved was too? Or he wanted to know because it upset Cesca? No, he was getting info. Was he? Was he manipulating himself? Damn this whiskey.
Either way, Cesca stopped smiling and the night got darker. Silence opened the expanse of the void of the stars above and Ved thanked a thousand saints some Cthuluesque horror didn’t arrive to punish everyone. Or play with them. Or eat them. It was hard to tell with such alien monsters when they easily manipulated lives like nothing mattered-
Oh shit. This whiskey was hitting. Were there any pretzels? Perhaps a slider or something…
Finally Cesca spoke after what was only a few seconds but clearly too long. Jonas frowned at her first comments, nodding slowly. He grimaced, looking down embarrassed, and then sheepishly over to Carrick as Cesca went on.
When she stood, Jonas looked up to her and gave an apologetic half-frown, half-smile. He nodded a bit, and added atop Carrick’s comments with a, “Ya got nuthin to be sorry for.” Emotions tended to get accents heavier, as did liquor, so now was the right time. “I should be though if nothing else, glad whatever brought you to this bar tonight.”
Jonas - and Ved - agreed there, raising a drink as Carrick called for it. He waited for Cesca before taking a sip.
“Oh, nope, not Texan. South Carolina. We said y’all first,” Jonas gave a proud nod and a silly grin that said he didn’t take it too seriously. “I came up to the city years ago ‘cause I decided folks were a bit too narrow down around me. Some people took wrongly to my cousin ‘cause she could see through things and got translucent herself. I didn’t care for that,” he shook his head and took a sip of his whiskey. That was a true southern sign of emotions after all.
“I needed outta there and to broaden my horizons and well, the big city is the dream right? My cousin said she loved it here saved for all the frequent happenings, which got her traveling Europe. But here I am. Thankfully no shortage of work ‘round here either.”
“Well if it’s legal…” Teddy’s voice trailed off as he followed after the curious woman. He gave a nod about the cost and smiled, “Nice to have someone who will cook for ya. And share.” He rolled his shoulders as the sign was turned to closed.
Was this going in a different direction? Ved wasn’t sure, but considering her talents and the oddities of her stories it was certainly in his best interest to learn more. Besides, she seemed to have a lot to say. The question was where the truth of it all actually lay.
Finding a back apartment with a floor of sand and a cooking fire was not what he expected. Wide eyes showed his surprise, but his smile became a grin. Damn, this was interesting. He nodded slowly, impressed, while watching the meat turn over the automated spit. It was like camping or well maybe a really professional camper, or like wealthy suburban barbeque.
“Thanks,” he said as he was offered a seat. He took it, shoulders back and head held high. She started to take the meat off and he stood up. “Do you want any help- Oh, great,” Teddy continued as she fetched silverware. He’d half expected she didn’t use any.
With appreciation he sat again, “Thank you.” After waiting for her to sit and take a bite, he did the same. “I really appreciate the generosity here, and sharing a meal and all… Neighborly of you.” And you didn’t cross people who invited you in and gave you a meal, not that he intended to cross her anyway.
Warlock had to agree with Cesca: It’s good to unwind and have fun. He’d considered tonight might be more of a stake out for future escapades, but it was good simply to enjoy this club and the people. Really the people. Okay, primarily Cesca but Carrick was cute, and charming. As Cesca and Carrick spoke, Jonas looked back and forth between them with a grin and nod.
This was good.
He laughed at Carrick’s feigned exaltation about his wings. Jonas simply nodded reluctantly if he couldn’t fly, what a waste it would be. And Cesca clearly agreed it was grand how he used them in his performance. “Yeah I really hoped that they let ya soar,” Jonas smiled.
It was an interesting thought, how often mutants had to become their own teachers. It was rare to meet anyone even with a similar gift, let alone everyone used theirs or tapped into them differently. Ugh, imagine that unlucky mutant born in some podunk town and the only other mutant in town had your powers too? Clearly there’d be questions of if they shared a parent or if there was a spill in the water or something…
His attention focused on Cesca, and stayed with her, as she remarked about entertainment back home. His eyes softened and he was thankful Carrick took the opportunity to build on the off-hand comment but in an encouraging way. “Yeah, Chicago’s just a flight away,” Jonas said with a gentle tone and a wink.
“When was your last time back? Maybe we need to plan that trip, eh Carrick?” he asked of Cesca but glanced the musician’s way.
Jonas grinned at Cesca’s wink. It was a wide, amused, and quite genuine smile. Cesca was fun, period. The beautiful and witty aspects were just extra lovely. He was glad she was up for a sit by the fire and that Carrick was sticking around. Jonas gave him an eye up and down as he remarked on work and play. There was a chuckle and a nod, with that creasing of the skins around the eyes that also spoke to the genuine pleasure of the expression.
Now Ved wasn’t too sure why Carrick was heading that way anyways, but maybe he had someone to meet outside. He waited for Cesca and then followed after the musician, drink in hand.
It was only once outside, a touch of cool air on their skin that he realized Carrick was likely to fly away at some point… That made sense. Flying sure sounded convenient in NYC.
But over to a couple sofas at a fire table he went, waiting for the other two to sit before joining Cesca’s sofa. He angled himself, putting a leg up and an arm around the back of the sofa so he could better speak with both of his new friends. “So, if you don’t mind me asking,” the Carolina accent came through, “Those wings enable full flight? Not just floating up and down? That must be amazing!”
“Pricks like that,” Jonas muttered in return, “Are usually far smaller than you realize. All talk.” He nodded, chuckling as he walked back to the bar with Cesca. “Thanks for being my strong, intimidating, yet ruthlessly beautiful partner,” he winked a green eye. “Hopefully he’ll relax. Maybe his boss has a small dick too.”
The bartender was nearing, glanced from Jonas and Cesca over to the manager from whence they’d come, and nodded with a small laugh. “Next drinks are on me,” she grinned.
Jonas was quietly singing along with Carrick’s last songs. He picked up his drink eventually, and turned to watch Carrick finish. He clapped and cheered, glancing at the manager and giving a heart nod and grin.
The manager smiled and gave a slow series of nod as if politely acknowledging Jonas’ appreciation of the music.
Carrick headed over and Jonas was about to offer him a drink when the musician confirmed Cesca’s earlier words. He laughed loudly, nodding and struggled to form the words through the laughs, “You’re so welcome. Drink- On- Me.” He turned, grinning over at the bartender.
“Done for the night or off for another gig?” Jonas asked as an aside. He glanced between the winged Carrick and the lovely Cesca. “I’m thinking we grab a couple sofas by a fire pit outside on the patio.”
“Oh well that’s great,” Teddy nodded quickly and rapidly about her teaching private classes. “I’m sure I’ll see ya on Wednesday or Thursday then,” he said in reference to the classes she’d noted before.
He smiled as she mentioned Chicago, not sure if he was supposed to ask about what happened. There was a distinct implication that the locals weren’t happy she was there. Considering her abilities, that probably meant a brawl but her traveling was starting to make it sound like wetworks. Ved at least could surmise maybe that much, but Teddy?
Nah, Teddy was a flirty guy with good intentions from Chicago.
She turned to go back to work, and Teddy was about to head out when she stopped and offered kangaroo meat. He stopped, a few feet from the door, and blinked his big hazel eyes. “Is- is that legal here?” He took a step toward her, uncertain no matter what. This woman had some stories to tell and then some!
Jonas went wide-eyed and laughed good-naturedly as Cesca sprayed the bar. She clearly wasn’t afraid to have a good time, had a good sense of humor, and cleaned it up herself. He grinned at the bartender the whole time. Woe to them if they made a fuss.
Carrick could’ve been an actor, but no. Musician seemed enough, though there was always some acting or theatrics to performing right? Ved had to assume so with how airs were put on. Maybe that’s what separated the musicians and the music-based celebrities. That and a whole record label of staff.
It wasn’t a surprise when Cesca took him up on the new drink considering what he’d witnessed. New drinks in hand it was time for the manager to get a talking to. Cesca agreed, but well seemed to want him - the Pretty Boy she said! - do the talking. Jonas blushed slightly, but grinned. “Alright then,” he said with a country twang and a nod.
Taking his drink with him, Jonas chuckled as the cat-eagle-man went high on that one note for California. Sounded great. The flourish of flying up a bit even better. Joans woo-ed with a few of the crowd. The people liked it. The manager looked non-plus.
“Y’know sir, I think it’s great,” Jonas started as he approached. “You always go to these lounges and the music's just some drab cow shit in the back meant to fill the space of the words, but this here is music. Y’all have a great thing here.”
“Oh-” the manager forced a smile. “I’m glad you,” he stressed the word, “Think so.”
“Why yes sir,” Jonas nodded. “Are you the manager? I’m Jonas Heard,” he offered a hand to shake.
The manager sighed but took the hand, shaking it.
And Jonas shook back with strength. Of course, Ved also let his power flow, suggesting the manager try to enjoy the music tonight as a priority, even if it’s not normally his preference here.
“It’s, nice to meet you,” the manager paused, “Mr. Heard. I’m Aaron Lisle. I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.”
“Ye-up,” Jonas said, “First time here. Met a great new friend over there,” he smiled and waved at Cesca, “And I just love the music! Drinks are great too. You’ve trained your staff well. And clearly you’ve great taste in music!”
“Yes, well,” the manager smiled a bit more genuinely. “I take great pride in our process and our people. The music is- It’s a new take for the typical lounge. It may not be my style but I’m trying to enjoy it,” he gave a little nod.
“Well I’ll be sure to rave all about what a great job you’re doing!” Jonas nodded enthusiastically and patted the manager on the shoulder. First he suggested an assurance of warmth, confidence and then the same suggestion again: try to enjoy the music.
“We do strive to impress,” the manager stressed the second syllable, “after all.”
Jonas laughed with a grin even though the urge to throat jab was high.
Teddy gave an uneasy nod about the high mutant population and the mix of hatred and support. He saw that every day. It was always for mutants like him, let alone how subtle his genetic gifts were, compared to those with obvious mutant physical characteristics. He recalled the parallel earth crisis but thankfully hadn’t had much to deal with other than learn. Mutant hunting robots were always a problem. There was just too much mutant hunting in general.
Thankfully the accepted app seemed to work, his suggestion to relax and be at ease in the moment having a clear impact. He nodded and smiled a little brighter, blushing as his eyes closed and he rubbed the back of his head. “Oh of course. You’re welcome. Yeah you’ve been really friendly and a big help. Thanks!”
There was a nod about her activity level and running; he had no idea of her other identities after all. His hazel eyes went to the wall and he gave a nod about the weights. “Oh great, this’ll be good. I could use a chill place to work out and this is on my usual run path too. I’m all good with mutants,” he gave another nod. “Chicago is pretty liberal.”
Which was true after all, he just wasn’t truly from Chicago. Teddy was though and that’s all that mattered here.
“What-” he asked timidly. “Er, what days did you say again I’d find you here teaching and such?”
Jonas laughed at Carrick’s joke about his measurements. It actually was likely very smart no one had those measurements considering what it would mean for capturing the winged mutant. Flying sounded grand.
His eyes lingered over Cesca as her jacket came off and over a shoulder. Those yellow eyes had more story to tell too. She seemed playful, had a fun name, and was willing to buy a guy a drinks. This was all far more than he expected to find here tonight. He’d almost forgotten about finding some to play with but the manager was looking like a prime target. Either way he was getting a good read on this bar.
“Ha, yes,” Jonas laughed loudly, glad he wasn’t sipping at the moment when Jonas turned the question of his age back to Cesca. He smirked, shaking his head but by then Carrick was racing off to perform again. His cheeks flushed a bright red as he and Cesca were called a couple. Some of that flush was even real; this guy was smoothe. He owed him one.
Jonas couldn’t help but grinning, glancing over to Cesca and then back to Carrick. He was singing Hotel California. That was an interesting choice, but sounded great.
“Maybe he really is old enough?” Jonas asked, sincerity in his tone, as he leaned into Cesca. He finished off his drink and made a polite wave toward a bartender. “Jack and coke again for me. Cesca, another for you?” he asked, though wasn’t sure if she was ready.
After ordering another for her should she wish, Jonas continued, “What do you think about chatting up the manager for our new friend’s benefit?”
Jonas gave an agreeing nod to Cesca; the manager did seem the type. He nodded about Carrick making the choice to come here as a patron should they not book him again. Breaking out into random song, drawing everyone to his rallying music, would be entertaining. There was a slight chuckle at the burnt bridges; yeah, else if you build a new one it’s sure to be dangerous. Trolls and such.
An irish angel! Was there a Celtic legend of a winged cat angel creature? Some of those choirs of angels were real messed up so this didn’t seem impossible… St. Patrick’s Day would like demand irish artists in bars so Carrick had a point. “They’ll likely string ya along til then,” he winked at Carrick, a southern twang to the purposeful pun.
The irish musician called out his whisper and Jonas feigned embarrassment, “Well uh oh. Guess I’m in trouble now!” He didn’t catch her blush, but considering his impression of Cesca thus far he had to figure she’d at least appreciate the set up and the truth of it. Only people who didn’t like such compliments didn’t actually think such of themselves or worried about being manipulated. That was fair too. This time he meant it!
She then gave her full name and Jonas’ mouth dropped, eyebrows dropping not in shock but in admiration. “Damn that’s a cool name!” he whistled. He downed the rest of his drink and gave a little southern Woo as he slid down his throat.
A new drink was coming for Cesca and for Carrick. She was smooth, getting him a drink too. “Well I guess I’ll have to buy the next round then,” the tall young man said, looking between both Carrick and Cesca. His voice got low as he leaned in again, “You actually old enough to be drinking state-side, eh?”
“Chicago,” Teddy answered, eyes wide and a mouthed wow about Japan and the Amazon. Kimberly had done some interesting things and some interesting travel…
He listened carefully as she spoke, working to finish his application. The zombie dinosaur wasn’t hurting anyone? It was just robbing a museum? That sounded like an interesting find for museum security. Hadn’t seen her around? She traveled still? He chuckled, shrugging; he didn’t know if a zombie could get knocked out. He’d sure try.
No, actually, he wouldn’t. He’d probably try to cut off the thing’s head.
The story about the kids and the anti-mutant gang was just terrible. Ved knew many tragic a mutant tale, kids or adults alike. He’d grown up being warned of racism, hatred and fear for the romani, and worse… It was good to know someone was willing to throw their weight around when such people tried something like that. He had to agree with her approach; someone hurting a kiss pissed him right off. They deserved worst than the hospital.
Teddy frowned at this part of the story, but gave a reassuring nod to her. By the time she was talking about being sold to a group in Africa he’d finished his app, putting the pencil down. His brow was heavy, his frown and eyes heavier still with sadness. Wait, hundreds in the ground? Damn, this was fucked up. Did she kind of like him or did she normally reveal this much to a stranger? Maybe the not feel alone thing had been put on too thick. Maybe she was lonely, but either way she was dangerous.
Damn, yakuza too? This was insane. Ved was starting to wonder how true, but even a fraction of it all was tragic.
“I’m so sorry,” Teddy spoke with a gentle whisper. “That all sounds terrible, though I’m glad the kids had you to protect them… Uhm,” he rubbed his arm as he walked over. He let his power flow over the app so that when she’d touch it, she’d feel a sense of ease. Maybe she was feeling upset, but maybe she wasn’t. Either way, encouraging her to feel at ease near him would hopefully at least be a positive for him.
“Yeah,” the hazel-eyed newbie held out the app for her. “I try to get a run in every other day. Some weights sometimes. And yeah,” he said with a slight, embarrassed smirk. “Thanks. I try. You’re in great shape too. And it’s great what you’ve done for the kids here.”
Jonas gave a reassuring smile at Cesca’s comment she hadn’t lost her touch. He very much agreed, taking another sip with her. Carrick came over and as Jonas moved he noted Cesca did too. Only she moved closer to him. That was another good sign of a great evening with more fun to be had.
”Don’t no. This is the opening innit?” Carrick asked. While Ved knew the exact date was last week with the private opening the week before, Jonas bit at his lower lip playfully while he glanced upward in supposed thought seemingly unsure.
Green eyes went to the out-of-sorts manager as Carrick waved. Jonas turned slightly, pointing a finger at Carrick, and then gave a big thumbs up followed by a chef’s kiss motion. Try having words when your patrons openly show appreciation! Maybe he’d have to talk to the manager later…
Cesca was complimenting Carrick and the winged musician worked that accent and a bit of flirtatious appreciation himself. Just getting started, like this night, but Jonas had to admire the word choice. Jonas would never call someone love, but maybe he needed a hot Irish charmer who called people love in his persona repertoire.
“I’d say the musician can set the atmosphere, stroking hearts, evoking tears, or getting everyone dancing,” Jonas gave a quick, southern right nod in full agreement with his own words. “You just keep doing what you’re doing and I’m sure he’ll come around,” the big southerner smiled and then chuckled at the rolexes comment.
“Oh I’m Jonas,” and he shifted back a bit to give Cesca a bit more room to move, “And this is Cesca. Much as you might think, she doesn’t own the place.” He leaned in to Carrick, stage whispering at a volume Cesca couldn’t miss, “But she's so hot yet chill I think she might actually be tricking me.” Leaning back, he winked a green eye at Carrick and grinned.
Ved had to appreciate Kimberly’s explanation about control. It was definitely important for those with offensive powers, else they got noticed, arrested, or taken out real quick. Even his own ability required control, lest you go way too far and get picked out. Any good con person would tell you the same. He sure hoped this instructor here focused on knocking a person out, rather than causing pain. Of course he had to wonder why she’d need to worry too much about learning a fighting style but clever applications - like with his power - mattered in a fight.
There, she said it! Learning new things allowed you to be more creative.
Of course Teddy reacted not with pleased satisfaction but casual agreement with a slow nod. It was a very alright alright alright appreciative nod. However he had to grimace at all the things she started recalling, his brow narrowing with a little worry. It was mostly faux worry but honestly some of those things were concerning. Ved and Teddy both were concerned.
She took a moment to retrieve something from a desk. He took the few pieces of paper that she offered up. A few nods and she prompted how long he’d lived here. That was complicated.
“Thanks, yeah. I’ll just fill this out since I’m here,” Teddy said with a few steps over to the counter. He grabbed a tiny pencil and began to fill in a few details including a relay number that’d go to his phone. “Yes and no,” he answered her as he worked. “I moved here a few years ago, but had to go home for a bit. Family stuff.” He frowned, implying some not great news but he didn’t go on.
“But I’m back now,” he gave a small smile and a nod. “It’s nice to be back. Although I think I’d like to avoid any zombie dinosaurs,” he chuckled. “Did you take it out? The kids clearly love you…” he glanced to the door, “And the parents must really appreciate your guiding them. Neighborhood protector eh?”
Hazel eyes looked back to Kimberly with all the charm his mutation subtly carried. He didn’t even need to fake the admiration; she seemed pretty great. There were some cool people here in NYC. A slight sadness came into his tone, “It’s always nice to feel someone else cares about your well-being.”
Ved had to agree; good first impressions are to be rewarded. This Cesca made a very, very good first impression. His sip was quick but hers was slow and savoring. He moved the conversation to what brought her here tonight and she obliged.
Nicer than other places she said. He had to wonder if she favored the more run down bar, something with rock and leather, or maybe a bit of the neighborhood and run down off the main streets… She had to live here in Hell’s Kitchen by that comment. Jonas was listening with a faint smile and a tapping foot in time with the music. He smiled about the place standing out and then sipped his drink. Thankfully he was too because it hid the smile at watching that gold piercing trace her lips.
Suggestive and clever, or just suggestive and cool. Either way, a good first impression…
The smile was a little tamer, but still warm as the drink came down, "Well it's a stand out place for a stand out woman. I mean, I thought ya practically owned the place."
Carrick O’Catbird - he’d have to figure out that last name - called out then that he was taking a break. Jonas clapped, setting his drink down and letting his eyes go back on the musician. Seemed he was ready for a drink as those few in the ways moved to give way for the wings and tail. Even Jonas shifted a little, drawing a bit closer to Cesca so Carrick had some room at the bar.
Carrick greeted them and Jonas chuckled, smiling big and wide like the country boy he was pretending to be, at the call for an ale and whiskey. Irish. The accent was lovely and well, whiskey… Not that Ved liked stereotypes but well, it sure made it easier to craft up a guise. His green eyes glanced to Cesca and then went back to the musician.
“Oh yeah, yer great!” Jonas said excitedly, nodding a few too many times with excitement. “So cool how ya use that tall ya got there too. Play here on the regular?”
