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.
As he read the pictorial instructions for the standup, Garrett listened to Maya's viewpoint. Always a level head. He wondered what she would seem like angry. He couldn't remember, if there ever even was an outburst. "Thanks. For worrying about me, I mean. How are things for you? Paramedic-y?" Garrett smiled without looking at her, slightly concerned with the idea of looking directly into her honeyed eyes. " The past and the future are just those things, Maya. I am mostly concerned with the present. That's how I started out and that's where I am again. You are one of my closest friends." He had assembled the cardboard displays and turned to take the load of books from her hands.
' We don't have to talk every day. It doesn't change a thing. I'm always available to you and Sebastian if you need me." He began to arrange the books, spine out, in the arrangement described in the instructional pamphlet. " As far as my studies go, I did manage to obtain an EMT license for use in New York. So, that is one thing. While I am going to continue to pursue my parameidc training, I think that's as far as I am going in the medical profession. I've switched my major at NYU to Criminal Justice."
The idea had come upon him while he was at school. Not only were the courses vital for him to become more than a glorified snitch at RUPERT, but the sublime cover of fieldwork made questions much easier to ask and subjects easier to approach.
Garrett got an image of Dr. Claw from Inspector Gadget upon seeing the cat and the man in the eye patch. Wearing a smile made it easier to find this so amusing without being coarse. " Garrett, how is everything?" That was a big question with a bigger answer. Sucking his teeth slightly, the neural manipulator chose a flippant answer, just in case this was an actual inquiry over something. " Couldn't be better. Life is just falling into place for me finally. " Rarely could such a statement of open truth be uttered under the warm blanket of innuendo.
It looked like Sam was going to just jump right into things, as he always did. There was something very honest and pure about Sam which Garrett respected and appreciated. When he mentioned keeping him away from the Infirmary, Garrett chuckled. " Free time away from lab work and insurance forms is always a blessing. You could talk to me about anything if it gave me a legitimate break from DocProf." He smiled and listened on. Honesty and humility flowed from the ice man's lips like spring water, bubbling with clarity. Sam seemed as if he was finally getting to the point of the meeting, once he danced around it a few times.
This was not a browbeating. It was..a promotion? Garrett's posture softened as he sunk back into the chair a bit, both relieved and excited to hear more. Sam was offering him a position on the team. That by itself was enough to raise an eyebrow in surprise. Reserve status. it really had a nice ring to it. Its summary explanation sounded even better. be on the team in spirit. That sounded just about right. Before Sam could move on, Garrett spouted an obligatory "Thanks, Sam." whatever else he said, the fact that Garrett had basically been forgiven for all of his past transgressions made him even more whole than the neural bomb had.
Of course, there was a catch. At the utterance of the word catch, Garrett sat back up again. Of course there was a catch. When in his life had there not been a catch? Save the world, save humanity, save the mutants. In return, be nearly beaten to death and exiled from both of his previous homes. Or a better one. Find someone who makes you happy that isn't Maya. become close to her. Accidentally touch her and kill hundreds. Catches were the soup d'jour for the young man sitting across from Sam. Bring it on.
”This is the catch if you could even call it a catch, I want you to help me with PR, promote us, get the word out that mutants are not only helping but coexisting with humans.” Garrett was surely wearing a mask of confusion now. Promotion to reserve X-man and..a PR Director? He wanted to turn to invisible colleagues and ask if he had heard that right. None available, it left only the cat, who seemed in no mood for such petty discourse.”I’m adequate at it but with everything that has been happening lately I need help, a staff I trust to help me out.Pay is good perks are great and I would be indebted to you.” Was his mouth hanging open? It was slightly, so Garrett made a point to let his lips clap shut quietly. What words were there for such a thing? ”What do you think?”
Garrett was quiet for a few moments in reality, but in his mind it seemed like a near eternity. It was a natural occurrence of whatever had occurred when Herr Stein grabbed and stabbed him. " Of course I say yes. You are never indebted to me, though. I hope you know that. If anyone owes a debt to the Mansion and its students, it is me. This place saved me." Garrett stood from his seat, inspired by nostalgia and the memories of simpler times.
Stepping to the window overlooking the grounds, he continued, his memory lighting the way."Did you know that I came here because of Raina? I was actually standing outside the golden doors of the Sanctuary, homeless and starving. Back then I knew only one use for my gift and I think we both know what use I am speaking of. It was then that Raina came by handing out fliers about the Mansion and then she did something that was just perfect. She gave me her own food. She didn't have to ask nor did I. At that moment, any fool could see where darkness and light stood."
Garrett could feel the ache of guilt in his chest welling up. Turning back to Sam, he continued, hoping the guy wouldn't get sleepy listening to him talk. " I want to make it very clear to you why I left the night of the birthday fight. Seeing mutants fight each other in mortal combat, when humanity had just recently released us all from bondage just sickened me. The Order was no surprise. That's how they are wired. What surprised me was seeing Mansion residents lash out and do everything in their power to hurt or even kill other mutants. I was lost and ...I suppose in hindsight it was more the solidarity of the Order that attracted me. i know it sounds cuckoo, but even as they were bonded in blood and violence, I at least felt a bond. I felt something. To a man whose feelings are literally on the tips of every nerve in his body, that was a very powerful aphrodisiac."
Garrett's initial urge when Sam had said these things was to revel in the convenience of his RUPERT post working in tandem with this new position. That was still going to happen, but the more he spoke, the more he could not stop himself from confessing. " I made those choices, though, Sam. The aftermath of every decision I make follows every step I take from that day to the last day. But I am alright with that. Anyway, I am happy to help you in this endeavor and any other one. I humbly thank you and appreciate your thoughtfulness in selecting me for this position."
What occurred next was completely natural and at once very surreal. As if from some lost memory of a past life, Garrett's body snapped into a a straight stance, his feet slightly apart, his knees slightly bent. At the same moment, his left fist clapped into his right palm and he bowed at the waist, honoring Sam by remaining in eye contact. As he stood from the formal customary bow of a future's past, he inhaled deeply through his nose, his chest expanding. he let the breath hold slightly and then exhaled slowly through his mouth. His body remembered something he clearly did not. He took his seat again across from Sam.
Andrea seemed pleasantly surprised at the notion of losing her sight. Garrett attempted to linger so she could eat, but he was anticipating the end result just as much. While he wouldn't try to affect the nodules he had seen in her head, Garrett was very interested in seeing more of her from the inside out. Standing, he stood behind her, placing his hands on her bare shoulders. The connection began immediately, writing over her thin frame, though his focus was on her head. The brain and the other organs of the head always took the longest, considering the volume of neural messages flying about.
" Now, just relax and continue to look ahead. Why don't you take your glasses off so we can ensure that all darkness is from an internal source?" His fingers worked against her muscles, kneading them slightly. This served a dual purpose. It generally helped to relax the patient, but it also increased the amount of neural information being exchanged at the point of contact. The lights were terribly bright inside her head. so much going on. The tendrils of red energy signifying the pain she was experiencing seemed to come from the back of her eyes and..her scalp. Something was definitely going on with her. Maybe not yet, but soon. Either way, Garrett stimulated the nerves in question, soothing them to forget the pain they were transmitting. " Pain should be subsiding now. I'm going to effectively turn the lights out on you now. Tell me if anything strange seems to occur."
With that warning uttered, Garrett's focus crystallized on Andrea's optic nerves. Just like he had remembered doing to poor Neena, he switched her eyes off like al ight switch, cutting off any visual information they were receiving. The lights in her head dimmed a good deal, allowing Garrett more room to observe. " How's that?"
The brunette finally was silent. It was like a nice moment of peace one experienced in the deep throes of meditation. Garrett listened to the terms as they were given, a non face applied to the front of his head. Badge. Gun. Interesting. Rigorous training sounded nice, especially if it wasn't on his own dime. Folding his hands and sitting up straight, Garrett's gaze chilled down to a nice cool shower of expression over the two faces before him.
"Well, my schedule is pretty free. I do some work at the Infirmary, but that can be postponed with a phone call to the DocProf, their resident healer. Same with the Iris Clinic too. I just drive the van, really. I do have some classes toward my Paramedic certifcation to do next week, but this week is free for any kind of rigorous training. When shall we start? Also, do either of you have any more questions you need answered? I'd rather cover everything right away than have to come back for these little sitdowns all the time." A smirk sliced the side of Garrett's face, much like the angry scar on the brunette's cheek. He didn't want them thinking he had gone soft. He was just showing that he was open to things.
The call had come to the Infirmary. Garrett had been studying the files of the Mansion residents under the guise of insurance fact-checking. It was fairly easy to bamboozle the DocProf. When the elder approached him about his pilfering, Garrett merely raised the large stack of files, gesturing at him. Once the gravity of insurance gaps and the volume of files were presented, DocProf quickly wanted no part of it, returning to the bowels of the lab area. One by one, candidates for tagging were selected to another pile, marked Pending.
The sound of Sam's voice startled Garrett, knocking some of the loose papers from his hand. They really needed some kind of tone prior to an announcement. Gathering up the loose paperwork, he was surprised to hear it was his name being called. Strange, as he thought that his initial talk with Sam would be enough for a while. Sorting everything and writing a small polite note about not touching any of his important paperwork, Garrett proceededout into the hallway, making his way to the office.
He couldn't shake the feeling that he had done something. Surely, he had done many things, but as far as he knew, no one was the wiser. Of course, RUPERT was able to track him down fairly easily and keep tabs on him. Maybe it was more of a question of the Mansion's capability to track him. Being a fairly open environment for the mutants training there, both the internal and external security was lax, to say the least. It was still a mystery to Garrett how they let not only their Head of Security be stolen, but the X-Jet as well. someone was laughing a long, dark laugh somewhere over that, no doubt.
Finding himself at the door, Garrett chose not to knock this time but just let himself in. he found Sam sitting at his desk petting a cat. it was an odd sight, to be sure, but appealing in some way. judging from his superior's posture and the amount of fresh paper on the desk, it appeared that therem ight be a solid reason for this visit. Closing the door behind him, he took a seat and looked over at the cyclopean leader. " Hello, Sam. what can I do for you?"
So now the woman began to speak. And speak, she did. Garrett listened closely to her as she explained things to him."Lets get something straight here. RUPERT is not god, does not know all and doesn't give a crap when you pick your nose or wipe your hiney. We do care, however, when you kiss girls that boost your power or when one of ours plays kiss and tell." garrett lifted his hand slightly as a sign of weak protest. " Skin to skin. I didn't kiss her. I merely touched the back of her neck for two seconds." Just the facts.
He listened to her rant, no more interruptions. He thought of a prison full of mutant haters and where he could easily be at this very moment, rather than whining like a brat. The truth was that no one really cared about what happened to him. They saw potential uses in him and he was squandering the invitation, however coarse it might have been. Maybe he should have taken the Order from Lori when he had the chance. None of that really mattered anymore, though. This was going to be his second chance at life. It was up to him to see it through, wherever it ended up leading.
Garrett's shoulders slumped and all four feet of the chair regained contact with the floor. " Alright, I'm listening. Of course I choose to aid society." Mutant society, anyway. no one had fingered him yet with telepathy, so if he wanted to be biased toward his own people, great. If they didn't care about some of his issues, they could just not care about any of him and leave him to his own devices. That was where he shined anyway.
"Sebastian Csendes the uh--the immigrant with the wife and kid. All of which are mutants." Seriously? Garrett was having a difficult time processing what these people were up to. A kind of static began to buzz in his ears and involuntary goosebumps began to ripple over his arms. Then the silent partner decided to chime in with her questions. She wanted Effie's name. Pure and simple. " What is this crap? Surely you don't think I'm some garden variety reject or I'd probably be in a ditch face down right now. anyone here ever heard of Tyranny Jones? You must've or she is impersonating one of your field agents. She seemed to know everything about me and everything in my history. So, please, drop this fake ass dog and pony show. Please? You already know everything about me. How would Tyranny know that? Just good guessing on her part? Did you guys get your investigation certificates out of a cereal box? Sheesh!" He tilted back in his chair. He wanted to get up, but knew that would be seen as a hostile maneuver. Damn it. He was feeling hostile.
" Her name is Effie. I didn't exactly get a chance to get her family history and permanent address while my nervous system was going through its own Big Bang." His fingers started to itsy bitsy spider across the table at the papers. He really didn't believe there was anything on them. maybe they could quit playing make believe soon because it was becoming sickeningly dull."It's great and all about the pharmaceutical company taking blood, but that's not something we can look into right now, here in this room." Tag team partners clapping each other on the back while the ref wasn't looking. "Didn't you work for King Pharmaceuticals at one point? Faust Pharmaceuticals is on the same lot, right?" Garrett's eyes opened wide with frustration as the itsy bitsy flattened itself and then morphed into oomy boomy fist which slammed down on the table.
" Urrgghh. You know damned well that I was not only on the board at KP but in the Order as well. I was probably going to take it over had I not shot the former leader. Did you know that too? Or is this another new revelation for the turnip truck brigade? Why don't you ask me some real questions that we might both get something out of?" His eyes shot like daggers to chicky in the back. " Had I taken the Order over, you very well would have cared about mutants. You already have a leg up with Lori in charge. She only cares about herself and not the furtherance of a species. Can I have something a little stiffer than water?" Agitated was the embryo of the thing Garrett was feeling.
Everything still seemed fairly kosher. There was none of the cop posturing he had expected in response to his demeanor, so Garrett tried to ease back in his seat. Figuring out how not to sell Effie down the river was of more importance. "What do you mean by 'you made sure that she was taken care of'?" He was definitely hesitating. After some consideration, he decided that mostly honesty was best. " I had my friend and partner Sebastian Csendes take her somewhere safe. Do you think I'm happy with killing hundreds of people? I was on my way to the police to turn myself in when you brought me in. I have no idea where he took her. I don't care either. I won't have her experimented on, causing another world of genocide like when Haywire was around."
His blood pressure was rising. Mr. Cool and Collected was going on vacation soon. " If you really care about humans and mutants, you'll shut down Faust Pharmaceuticals before they start mass producing whatever they are researching. They took her blood. The booster mutant's. What are you going to do about that?" He could feel his palms getting moist, his breathing increasing. He was stressed out. As if being responsible for a citywide catastrophe wasn't enough.
So far, it had seemed that everything was very legitimate. Garrett found this disturbing, since he had fully expected to be waterboarded by now. His eyes moved back and forth between the two before him. He still was unsure of the lady's position. She must have been the one in charge, making the thing in front of Garrett her puppet. He couldn't see her hands clearly, so he imagined a set of marionette sticks moving its mouth and giving it gestures. Always good to keep a positive outlook in an interrogation room. Never let them see you sweat.
"We already know your power is behind the city wide blackout. Your power, your location everything confirms your verbal admission. There's one inconsistency that has us scratching our heads and we'll need to clear this up before we can go any further." Garrett's face turned up slowly, as if every time puppet face spoke, the corners of his mouth were cranked up one notch."What cranked up the power?" Of course they would ask that question, but they didn't know the answer. This was very interesting to Garrett, considering that after speaking to Tyranny Jones, he assumed they knew everything about him, down to the last time he pinched a loaf in a public toilet.
His fingers drummed over the surface of the table. He couldn't afford to hesitate. " I wondered why you didn't ask me that first. Well, it was due to me coming in contact with a booster mutant. A girl, who, when you touch her skin, increases your own mutation's potency by ...well, an assload. I made sure that she was taken care of. She's in good hands. Before I start saying anything else about it, I'd like some information from you. I assume you are with RUPERT. If that's the case, are you trying to recruit me or just sweep me under the rug?" Hopefully, it was the former. If Tyranny wasn't around to dampen his abilities, he'd make quite a scene before he was put down.
The pair continued down the hall as Madlaina continued to wrestle with the meaning of detective. She flipped through the pages, seeming to believe she knew, but not really? As if she thought she might be mistaking herself. Garrett gathered this idea by the fact that she kept looking at an entry and then checking other things and returning to the initial entry. he was going to say something, but she quickly stopped and made her own revelation.
The look in her eyes was one of distrust, similar to the one she had worn a few moments ago in the lobby."You is Politia? Is Police?” Garrett couldn't help but chuckle out loud. " No, no. Not Police at all. I just follow people and keep track of them for ...other people. I am the eyes and ears for others who aren't around. " Others was easier than trying to explain what RUPERT was to Madlaina. Actually explaining what each letter meant could take a week with the language barrier.
Stepping to the glass door at the end of the hall, Garrett passed through first, holding it open for her and flourishing toward the stairs up to the apartments. " Ladies first."
'All right. As I told you, I am not in full control of every combination yet, so I will start with switching my senses to my eyes. This is also the only part when my mutation comes with physical change." Garrett nodded, as if she could see the movement. His attention was fully focused on her neural map. There was a strange construct inside her brain, something he had never seen before. He couldn't put his finger on it, where he had seen it before. the neural energy of her senses were fully focused on her eyes, a current of it trailing from her entire neural structure. It was very interesting.
She proceeded to begin the experiment. 'Sound" He was unsure of what she was seeing, but his own eyes watched as a change occurred within her. The energy in her structure changed, as input was routed from her hearing to her vision. It was..It was akin to someone changing cords on a machine. Maybe that didn't explain it properly for him, but it was the only viable explanation he had. Input received from the sides of her head funneled directly to her visual input. "Touch" Again, the connections changed, the auditory input trailing off and her nerves in the union of their contact lighting up now. Also, the chair against her body fed the input. there was even a slight variation over her skin, as if she might be recording the room's heat? It was all very interesting.
Her head turned up to him, eyes the color of blood. This must have been the conscious visual change in her. It was an odd sight, seeing her face and her body while it flared with the sensation of touch. It gave Garrett new visions of his own connections. "Smell." Whiule looking at her, he watched the tactile sensations fade and dim to normal as her eyes changed to a blue color. As the hue changed, the bulk of input moved to the front of her face, the nerves in her nose growing and opening. He was glad he had showered, for her sake. After a moment, her eyes returned to normal and the neural energy evened out to what Garrett was accustomed to.
"Umm... I am not comfortable with tasting things around me, so. How does it look so far?" Garrett released her hand, its warmth trailing to his palm. " I can't share in the sensory input. Well, I might be able to, but not yet. As I observed, I could see the neural energy in you connecting each sense together. Do you only use your eyes? It seems like you have potential to make other connections occur.' He was excited with the study here. Garrett wanted to stoke the fire." Why don't you try closing your eyes, effectively closing one of your input sources. Try listening to my voice and applying it to your sense of touch. " He gently traced his fingers over the soft skin of her forearm, reciting vowel sounds. "Ay EE Eye O You" Repeating the mantra, the sensation of his caress kept the connection between them while allowing for a second source of input for her.
It seemed like Garrett was being put to work. The pay was fine, considering the pleasantness of the situation. The books didn't look too exciting, but he was more of a nonfiction guy. Setting about to opening the boxes with the knife given, he watched the childlike glee of Maya as she settled into her bookstore vibe. Lifting the pieces out, he stacked them up on the counter as Aurum set about to cleaning up the peanut mess. He carefully placed each standup against an endcap , following the instructions inside on how to assemble them.
The chime sounded as he worked on the display, preferring to get it put together before carrying it off to the section as he was instructed. " How's business? I hope that unfortunate business last week didn't bring in a flood of haters. It's always sad to see mobs come here. " She hadn't mentioned the neural bomb, so maybe she hadn't connected the event to him. That was good, since he had no intention of outing himself. The sideways query seemed a better way of approaching it. He carried the displays to the mystery section partially assembled. It seemed that Aurum was conveniently busy with the customer, leaving the two of them to talk. Garrett had the feeling that it might actually go well for once. That would be a nice change.
The afterschool special feelings were noticed, but they either went straight over Susan's head or she took them as a come on. Who could say? She hadn't backed off and was still willing to work with him, so Garrett just left it at that. She nodded in assent to his request for a more hands on approach."I have been told it can be a confusing experience. But since you have control over your nervous system, I don't see any harm in it." Her arm was outstretched to him and for a moment, he felt like a vampire, flesh being offered to the one in control.'Your ability is touch-based, right?" Garrett nodded as his hand met hers.
The neural mapping sprung to life as it once had, the process speeding along nicely. Garrett closed his eyes and focused, allowing the connection to remain constant. He had found if he didn't look at the process initially, he could literally look at it with new eyes. Anomalies which might have been lost in the sparkling process of synchronization were more obvious. what was mostly obvious when his eyes opened was the strange neural structure buried in Susan's brain. It was definitely different. perhaps this rush was what astronomers felt when they looked at a new heavenly body.
" I've never seen anything like this before. I wonder if you could slowly switch from sense to sense, telling me which is about to occur and then shifting it. I'd like to see the senses switch as they occur so I can decide what to do next." that sounded professional. Garrett wasn't sure if he could be coined a pro, but whatever kept her calm and continued the experiment.
Garrett listened to Miss Jones go on some more. He wondered if she might not just keep going if he wasn't there at all. " I have no idea what path I am on, Miss Jones. If I did, I don't think you would have tracked me down so easily. I tend to be the type who works best under pressure. When I get idle, I get bored. when I get bored, well, as hard as I try to fight it, I start sliding to the left. Staying busy puts me more toward the right side. This middle path that you speak of would be an oasis for me, if I thought it truly existed. I will take your number, though."He coughed slightly, wishing to correct himself while stepping back toward her. " Your business one, of course."
He honestly felt a bit more at ease once she had taken a seat. She was in phenomenal shape and considering her mental state, she could easily take him down. It made Garrett consider working out more. Lots more. He had not found a place where her effect did not work on him, so he just sucked at his teeth. He was within arms reach of her, so he hoped she remained placid and only wished to reach out and hand him a card.
Madlaina's soft violet eyes caught him while he was watching her. She didn't seem particularly fazed by it, but nonetheless he was looking. He was. Why pretend that he didn't like her? It was a stupid way to develop a relationship, should Garrett find himself fortunate enough to succeed in that department. If not, then he would have yet another beautiful female friend. Wouldn't that be great... Regardless, while the word detective had slipped from his mouth, he made no effort to hide the fact that he had said it. It was just too silly a reference to sweat bead one over.
“You is… warm jacket? Or no working?”Making a face, she moved towards him and reached for the book. “What is detective?” graciously turning over the dictionary to her, he stood and thought about it. How to say this in a simple way? " Hmm, well, I follow people and try to understand mystery about them. I take notes and also look for clues." Would she know what a clue was? Well, D was just after C if not.
