The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
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There were a few things she could do here, but she was torn on what to choose. The Greek felt like she should try and approach this... situation.. from a rational place and calm things down. Right? Even though things had taken a turn and she was being reminded of things she didn't want to think about. She had a job to do and even with Kimberly as animated as she currently was, it wasn't like she hadn't faced other tense moments like this before.
Heck, some of the people coming back from being inexplicably 16 for a month or two were honestly just as volatile.
Or, if she wanted to give in to her base instincts for once in a long while, she'd grab up the letter opener in the drawer again and force her way out, taking Danny with her and leaving a potential problem alone.
... and then either pretend it hadn't happened or call in an anonymous tip to the cops and hope they picked her up without too much bloodshed.
...
Oh, who was she kidding? She couldn't possibly risk lives like that or leave someone who very clearly needed all sorts of professional help to fend for themselves.
Taking a shallow breath, she started to calm herself back down. She'd gotten riled up with all of the girl's emotion, and thus the snakes on her head had started to get stressed as well. All six of the large serpents were focused on the girl and her pink display of lights.
"It's OK. That sounds like a lot to process, especially after the trauma you just went through." She lifted her hands in a placating manner. No weapons there, just little gloved fingers. The girl started to rile herself back up and Andrea tensed again, looking to Danny for possible help- only he wasn't there.
Some other man was?
She jumped, surprised gaze sliding between the two of them as Kimberly started to stand.
Well, this had gone to hell in a handbasket, hadn't it?
At least newly appeared Zagan's introduction seemed like a good ice breaker.
"Good to meet you, Zagan." She tossed in, always needing to be as polite as possible even in the weirdest situations, "Kimberly, dear, you need to sit down. You may be healed but standing suddenly like that after losing blood as you did could make you dizzy and you could fall."
She placed her hands on the desk before her for just a moment to ground herself, before standing to her full height (which wasn't very tall at all) and walking around the desk toward the girl.
"I will not let you die, because I swore an oath and that is not the kind of person I am." One gloved hand reached out to offer to stabilize her if needed, and then guide her back into a sitting position if she could.
"I understand. I really do. From what you have said it certainly sounds like you have been to hell and back... but those people? They wouldn't care in the least if you were to die, would they?" She went to sit, keeping up a soft smile and a friendly vibe.
"...But if you live, truly live, why... I think that would show them what for. Get under their skin, yes?"
She didn't know how this was going to go, especially with Danny gone and someone seemingly different in his place. She wasn't trained in therapy at all, though she did know someone who was...
"Have you ever lived for yourself Kimberly? Maybe after... 15 years you should focus inwardly on yourself? Do you have anyone to talk to? I know a lovely person who helps people puzzle themselves out all the time."
The Greek had not a single clue as to who this woman was, nor what the context was of everything she seemed to be rambling. Round man? Camp? Huh??
She didn't comment on all of the 'green lady' descriptors, either, as she was used to it. It was either Green, or Snakes, or Medusa. They were all common and only mildly insulting. "It's Andrea, dear. You can call me Andy if you wish."
Danny did well all things considered. It wasn't exactly a conventional method of healing so she was very happy that he hadn't run off screaming or jumped at her to take the knife. (Which had happened before and required entirely too much explanation to resolve)
"All I can say is that I take very good care of myself and have regular checkups to make sure everything is kosher, but.. yes, I know how it looks."
Mai kept on with the Green moniker and she corrected her as gently as possible, like one might remind an old acquaintance. "It is Andrea."
Danny moved away to clean his hands, Andrea procured some napkins from the desk to temporarily clean the letter opener and she healed hand. Mai, who was apparently not Mai, continued to ramble in a way that was slightly concerning and kept Andrea in Nurse mode even though the wound had been taken care of. Was there a possibility of damage to the head as well? She sounded present, but... not much of what she was saying made sense. What did 'A simple blade' mean?
Rena-Mai dropped a few words that chilled the Greek in an instant, causing her to freeze over by the desk.
...Amazonian? Future that never was?
Thankfully, Danny hopped back in before she had to struggle to find something to say. "It certainly does come in handy sometimes." She responded back, eyeballing the woman on the couch with worry and a tinge of suspicion.
Andrea was having a very hard time keeping her mouth shut with what was being currently discussed. She desperately wanted to go back to talking about Xavier's future with the X-men and not... uhm... his apparent picture collection? She watched, mute and flustered, as Megan spouted off a bunch of facts and what had apparently been secrets, and then left without so much as a backwards glance.
After a beat, "...Well... it is nice to see that she has not changed a whole lot even with being age regressed. Still as short and to the point as ever."
She shook herself, washing up the last dish that Megan had left, and then dried her gloves on a towel by the sink. "I... will have a talk with a few people, discreetly, about this, um... game. You shouldn't need to worry about it for too much longer." The Greek was frowning though, thoughts running off on their own without something singular to focus on.
"I am so sorry you are already experiencing that side of being a public figure... People are so excited to pounce upon fresh faces around here and sexualize them whether they appreciate it or not." She had seen how it had happened to pretty much all of the X-men as soon as they became public figures, sometimes even before they were appropriately of age. A failing of society in her opinion.
"If you would like, I have friends who happen to be journalists. I could put in a good word for you and see if they might be able to run some positive stories to help drown out any unscrupulous editorials?"
She didn't know exactly how old he was seeing as he was quite large, but he certainly had a youthful glow to his face still. She didn't want to see that light darkened even a bit.
Andrea valiantly fought off tears of joy as Doris handed her a- thankfully- the plastic bag, but her bottom lip did wobble just a little. Her book! She'd searched for it for so long!
"Of course I will come back. I think I have just barely scratched at the surface of this wondrous place." Doris also reminded her a lot of Alisa, which made very fond memories of the motherly, kind florist spring to the surface of her mind.
She held out the plastic bag in order to accept Jack's number so that she wouldn't inadvertently ruin it with her fingers. "I absolutely accept, Jack. Coffee and a conversation sounds just wonderful."
She looped her bag over one arm so that she couldn't lose it, and aimed a thousand-watt smile at the both of them. "I am so glad I decided to come out today. I wish I did not have to return home quite so soon, but, well." She wiggled her bare hands at them, though he supposed in retrospect Jack only knew what that meant.
"I will make sure to stop by again soon though! Thank you again. Farewell!"
She waved again and turned, letting herself out and tucking her hands into her pockets as soon as she hit the sidewalk. It was going to be a very rushed speedwalk home.... but at least she had something to read when she got there!
His promise of silence, as much as she hated to ask for it, put her worries to rest. So to did Doris as she came back out, cleaned and tidy looking once more, with a photo in her hands. The story behind it, and that Dori's late husband apparently had a power similar to hers, tugged at her heartstrings in all the right ways and threatened to get the waterworks going. "Thank you, Doris."
Jack, it seemed, was determined to make her actually cry. His offer to put the book on his own account for her caused her spine to snap up yardstick straight and even her many snakes looked genuinely surprised. "Oh gosh, I could never-!"
He explained more and she let her jaws close with a soft clack. He was serious and had thought it out quite well. She found herself grinning again. "Very well, Jack, I accept your offer. Most of my non-essential funds go to help bolster the emergency accounts of various humanitarian foundations around the city..." She wasn't about to dip into those avenues if it meant potentially taking away shelter, clothes, and food some someone else. "but I am nothing if not thrifty, so I promise I will not make you hold onto that book for very long!" Just like that, she had a new goal. She couldn't work right now, couldn't go about like 100% like normal, but she sure as heck could get crafty and save up enough money to rise to Jack's offer.
"And, please, if ever either of you find yourself needing any help, with anything, do give me a ring? What use are the various gift I have if I cannot use them to make sure my friends are healthy and happy?" She would certainly have to exchange numbers with Jack before she left, he was too precious to lose touch with!
She tucked her gloves into a pocket of her coat pocket as Jack joined her by the counter. "I am fine. I am used to dealing with things like that... and things much worse." She sighed, shelving her frustration at herself for the moment. "I am mostly worried about her." The Greek trailed off. Jack, wonderful jack, helped to soothe her worries for Doris as well and Andrea couldn't help but offer a smile back to him.
"Thank you. I am more worried about having scared her off with my methods. I tend to act before thinking in a lot of cases... autopilot, if you will." She reached out for the paper towel without thinking. It instantly greyed and hardened upon contact with her fingertips.
Cursing under her breath she yanked her hand back, away from Jack, with the petrified towel still in her grip. A few greek curses slipped out and she frowned for the first time since she had walked into the shop.
"Sorry, I am usually much more prepared for accidents but I left all of my supplies at home today." SHe wasn't sure how much of teh healing he had witnessed seeing as he hadn't exactly been standing right next to her, but since Doris was no longer bleeding freely and the gash in her own finger had sealed up, she didn't feel like it was too had to make the connections.
"Jack, May I ask you a favor? It is not exactly well known what I can do. Not many people appreciate my... method, if you will." he offered a more sincere smile, "Could you keep what happened here a secret between us, please? I will ask Doris the same. It is a trait of mine I only tend to share among a small circle of people."
Andrea laughed to try and cover her fumbled and ended up over by the sink, "I am fine!"
Thankfully she was at least turned away so that the faint darkening of her cheeks couldn't be seen. "Always a clumsy one, that is me. I wouldn't worry about your problem too much, Xavier, as I have said I have had my own embarrassing troubles with my power over the years. I'm sure you will learn a way to curb the habit in time if that is what you choose."
She made quick work of the plates and silverware they had used and moved on to trying to put away the rest of the food into an already packed fridge. "Only a year? I am very excited to eventually see what it is that you can do then! Already on the training team in such a short amount of time! Why I've had my powers for years and only recently have I really started actually doing anything worthwhile with them."
The Greek smiled slightly. "I was born with some physical mutations, but the snakes, the eyes, the healing ability, and the venom developed incrementally over many years. I can't say for sure if anything necessarily spurred them on... Stress was a common factor, but I had a fairly boring homelife until I immigrated here."
She got up, picked up her plate, and set about busying herself putting stuff away and getting dishes collected. It would be a waste for such food to get sit out too long!
Medkit in the backpack. Mecial field then, or just someone overly concerned with safety. She nodded swiftly as she dove on in to see what the severity of the wound was.
"I am Andrea." She skipped the pleasantries for the moment and ignored the woman's rambling, for the most part, working to gently peek the baggage away so she could see the wound. Danny, as he had introduced himself, explained that the bullet was already out, which was good, but it also meant that the bullet hadn't gone all the way through. Possible fragments left inside? She couldn't be sure without a scan. It was also impossible to see what could have possibly been hit and damaged unless she dug around in there... which was not an ideal procedure to perform in an office of all places.
It left her very few options, really.
"No ambulance if fine..." She trailed off, finally getting a look at the wound and probing at it gently. "Mai, don't worry I'm just looking at your wound, alright? Danny did a wonderful job patching you up. We'll have you right as rain in just a few moments... okay?"
She stood after a moment and headed for the desk in the room, shuffling around in one of the drawers until she found what she needed. A dull, but very pointy letter opener. She would have to use it in place of one of the sterile sharps she normally used.
"Danny, if you can I need you to do me a few favors..." Once she was back at their side she peeled one of her gloves off, "I will need you to try and hold her wound open just a little. Do you have any tweezers or forceps in that kit of yours? If not fingers will work." If she looked at all nervous, it was only because she didn't usually do this with an audience.
"I will also need you to absolutely keep this to yourself... Since hospitals are out of the question and I lack any basic equipment to even clean the injury, I am going to reply on an ability I have to heal the wound externally. Okay?"
She was already pressing the sharp point of the letter opener into the meat of her palm, over one of the larger arteries beneath the skin. She didn't wait for permission to draw blood because time was of the essence and she could ask for forgiveness later.
She did wait for him to have the wound open as best as he could if he chose to do so, while she allowed her own warm blood to pool in her cupped palm. One she had what she felt like was enough, she reached over to pour it slowly on the wound and used the discarded bandage from before to try and keep it from running everywhere and staining the woman's clothes more.
"Mai, you should start to feel some relief from the pain soon. It will take a while for you to replenish however much blood you lost so I will still recommend that you take it easy for a while." Regardless of how the wound was held open, it was important to make sure that her blood made it as far inside as possible. She didn't want to chance it healing on the surface and the woman continued to bleed on the inside where trauma still lingered.
It didn't take long for the skin to fully knit back together, and with it the pain should have vanished as well. Weakness and confusion could possibly still linger but at least the danger would have passed.
The Greeked watched Doris hawkishly, though she did try to control herself to a degree, as they moved toward the front to purchase her new book and set up an account. Which, considering that she wanted very much to set up a tent and just camp in the store for a few weeks, was definitely going to come in handy!
She listened avidly, nodded when needed, and threw in a short comment here or there when it fit to keep the conversation going. At a certain point, as the woman snipped paper and chatted, her mind did start to drift back to what Jack had been talking about... Guiltily, she found herself only half paying attention to Doris.
It was just so fascinating though! Had she ever witnessed feats that should have been deemed impossible? More time than she could count! She had even lived in an ungodly hellscape of a dream with millions of other people, where she had witnessed first hand the likes of once ordinary mutants striving to become gods themselves. It wasn't a very far hop to assume that most of the myths and fables had been born from others such as herself being far less restrained in times where if you had the power to take something you were actually encouraged to do so. In fact, it was still terribly common to see little groups pop up every now and then with a new leader claiming to be some reincarnation of a deity or a brand new deity entirely.
"Oh dear, He did that?" She giggled at the woman's story, "That is entirely too silly!" Earl had apparently been quite the character!
"Well, I am certainly happy that selling all of your possessions like that to open the book store turned out alright! That much had been quite stressful as you were just getting things going!"
Andrea turned to see where Jack was again, still mulling over theories inside. Sloth took that moment to lift itself and the rest of the smaller snakes up and onto the top of the counter. He was the only one physically strong enough to do so with the rest of its kin in tow, and a bit of deep red twine- which Doris used to securely tie wrapped books up- looked to the large serpent-like a very fat rat with a very long tail...
Poor Doris, who was normally a pro at wrapping and could do so with her eyes closed, was not used to very large Albino snakes appearing out of thin air thumping themselves on her counter in such close quarters. She jumped and let out a little startled yelp, and her shears jerked sideways on the paper and...
"Sloth! How could you! startling people like that, where are your manners!" The Greek turned to admonish the snake, dragged it right back off the counter it didn't belong on, and started to apologize to Doris.... but froze when she caught sight of the woman holding her hand out in front of her and the steady stream of blood pooling on the paper below.
"Oh no!" The well-sharpened scissors had slipped and come down on skin rather than paper. She had accidentally snipped into the meat of her thumb. Being well trained Andrea recognized that Doris was bleeding quite a bit, perhaps a bit too much for her age even. Diabetes perhaps? Blood thinners? Whatever the case, it didn't matter much. The Greek could fix it, and she just had to hope that the poor old woman wouldn't absolutely abhor her method.
"Hold on, don't panic. I can help-" She popped one of her own pinky fingers in her mouth and bit down, using the large sharp teeth she had to slice through glove and flesh alike. She didn't have her medical kit on her because of course she didn't, and she couldn't exactly let the woman bleed to the point it was dangerous. Older folks tended to bleed faster and in a much larger volume than their younger counterparts. Just another way for Father time to be a little extra cruel.
She pulled the wounded finger from her mouth and, unfortunately, had to wrestle Doris's hand a bit close to her. Holding the wound on her finger open she was able to get a few drops of her own blood to land over the deep laceration. It sealed itself up almost instantly and Doris was left more or less speechless as the pain just... stopped.
"I am so sorry! I am sure it didn't mean to scare you, they can just be so infantile sometimes! Do you have a bathroom where you can wash up? Is there anything I can help clean with?"
She already had blood on her gloves so it wasn't like she needed to worry about contamination anymore.
"No... no, don't worry about it, dear... I-... I just... need a moment. I'll be right back." Doris blinked at her a few times in confusion and then finally turned and head off into the back of the shop again.
Andrea frowned and watched her leave, then frowned deeper as she looked at the red mess on the counter. The snakes already knew what was coming and tried to keep away from her as she reached behind to snag the end of the brain, and proceeded to scold the largest one thoroughly in Greek. Finger waggling included. She dropped Sloth after she was done, who was visibly sulking as much as a snake could and set about peeling the bloody latex gloves off her hands.
She just... needed not to touch anything, seeing as she had neglected to bring a spare pair. Being out of work was really throwing off her habits.
She bounced excitedly in her seat. "I have often wondered if each addition to my mutation...um... set? The mutation set was due to individual separate changes, or if there is some sort of end goal that my body is gradually working up to. Random additions to a base that are all rarely similar to each other, or an overall theme that has a slow metamorphosis?"
She frowned slightly. She certainly hoped she was done sprouting more facets of her mutation!
"Really, the possibilities are endless I suppose. We could probably come up with hundreds of possibilities for what the answer to the riddle is."
"We met a few times when I was still living here, years ago. As I recall The Megan I knew was a friend of one of the X-men here, Gawain/Maya."
The spider mutant hummed a quiet affirmative before the blender started up again. Andrea wisely didn't elaborate anymore. Instead, she laughed at how adorably shamed the Blonde male was for his apparent transgression.
"Very low," she added in regards to the odds of something so rare happening, "but not entirely impossible. I'm not great at statistics, but I'm sure someone somewhere is whittling away at an answer as we speak."
The Greek, for lack of better words, was struck mute by who had just walked in through the door. She was younger, yes, and the face was off a bit from when she had last seen her, but that was definitely Megan! The woman Saph had been crime fighting with on the side apparently, the one who had been in that terrible dream with him... the very same one who had tracked her down when Saph had been shot to make sure he pulled through.
The smile that graced her face, once the confusion wore off, was genuine and full of memories. "It is good to meet you again, too, Megan. You were much older the last time we talked."
The teen giggled, which was a first for Andy to hear. "I've been getting that a lot, lately."
She was curious about the... erm... diet that Megan apparently had going on. She hadn't been the most open with her personal life when she had been older, so Andrea few very little about her aside from what she had gleaned from one or two interactions.
The Greek chuckled at Xavier getting scolded and turned her attention back to the previous conversation. "I agree that not every aspect of my theory makes sense. I suppose that is the fun of theories though, is it not? They constantly evolve the more one learns about the subject. Direct lineage lines with carbon copy power sets are very fascinating indeed. If I am correct they are fairly rare, are they not?" She could count the number of examples she knew of with the familial passing of power traits from generation to generation, and the number of written thesis on the matter were few and far between as well. In general researching powers was frowned upon since there was still such a stigma attached to even having the X-gene itself, and very few people wanted to be treated like guinea pigs
"Oh, they certainly do. Sloth, in particular, has led to me forming bonds with many wonderful people in the time I have been here."
She pushed away her plate, now miraculously empty, and simply smiled at the young man. "To a degree, I suppose you could say that I do?" How best to explain, though... "I can feel them of course since they are my own flesh and blood, but beyond that, I do get little inklings every now and then on what they are up to. Sometimes even a little urge here or there I suppose you could say."
She lifted a finger so that one of the smaller ones that made up her "hair" could wrap around the gloved digit, and smiled at his line of thought. That was something to be encouraged for sure!
"There are lots of theories, as you appear to know. I personally believe in there being a bit of randomness in how each gene manifests a mutation. With my own, for example, by Biological Father was the gene carrier in how I came to be. He had no physical abnormalities, and from what I was able to gather from him no one else down his line had similar powers to me, either."
She paused, sorting through a flurry of thoughts. "Personally I believe the widely varied and unique pallet of mutations we see come from the Sandbox Theory and a healthy dose of random. All the basics for life and all things that come along with it are present and there are infinite possibilities for how they might come together. Even when totally random, things can come together in such a way that they seem very much planned, no?"
Of course, she was mainly thinking of her own power set and how it had evolved over the years.
It was entirely too easy to get on her nice list. In fact, the list of people who fell into the 'naughty' category and thus people to avoid, was startlingly small. This wonderful man before her was hastily scrawled on her list of favorable people. To outside eyes, she was sure that could be chalked up to some sort of flaw, but that was neither here nor there at the moment.
The Greek blushed again at the praise and chuckled good-naturedly at the comparison between herself and Medusa. It wasn't nearly as much of an insult as people often believed it to be. She didn't automatically revisit the image of the monster that various types of Media usually brought up. Medusa, to her, was a tragic figure for sure and based on alternative theories a product of lust and gods with ill intentions. She felt for the unfortunate priestess who had been cursed for her looks and used that version of the tale to constantly keep herself moving in a positive direction. She was sure that had that other Medusa been given a chance, she might have done something similar.
"I do not mind, really. I take great joy in giving an oftentimes a character cast in a villainous light a better name through example. Or, perhaps, what anyone who might have more obvious physical mutations might be inclined to do if given the opportunity. I am also vastly curious as to what your theory might be, you certainly made it sound enticing!"
The Greek beamed widely, "You seem spritely enough to me, so I am sure such a need would be far, far off in the future." She appreciated the humor all the same. Before she could add anything further Doris came back around and the books in her hands caught her attention. She perked up even more if that was even possible.
Was that...? No way!
"Oh my-! Doris, you surely are a miracle-worker!" She controlled herself enough not to just run at the ladylike an excited retriever, but it was hard to contain her excitement. The leather-bound book, which was authentic due to the lack of even a speck of color on it. Not a single synthetic thread!
"Ουράνιος πατέρας...*" She took the book gingerly, careful not to bend the spine wrong or crease the pages, and leafed through it for just a moment. She also didn't want to get any more oil or dirt on its pages from her fingers- even gloved- than absolutely necessary. She was holding a treasure in her hands! Well... perhaps only to her, and maybe a small percentage of like-minded folk.
"I would love so much to take this wonderful book home and put it on my shelves with the rest," Almost mournfully, she handed it back to Doris politely, "But, I would be unable to justify spending too much on a boo, even if it is one I love." Even if she was on a forced vacation, she still had many personal charity functions to attend to. She accepted the cheaper book from Doris and after a moment of silently mourning the loss of such a gem... she was over it. She flipped through a few pages carefully, overly excited to see what was written inside.
"Thank you, truly! I have been holding off for years from reading this online. I much prefer the feel of a physical book in my hands." Oh, lord, she could buy Erik a few books too since she had gone for the cheaper option!
"I will absolutely come back for volume 3, and perhaps if you ever come across one, volume 4!" Chuckling, she made a note to dig around for any books on tinkering.
