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.
Posted by Rowan Gray on Jan 5, 2021 18:20:41 GMT -6
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The monster failed to notice the switch, blind rage tunneling it's vision. It's jaw clamped onto the clone's leg like a bear trap, teeth crunching into the ice. And once it had a pretty good grip on the ice clone's leg the monster got to work thrashing it. The monster shook it's head from left or right, flailing the clone from side to side. After awhile it switched directions, instead slamming it into the ground. It was almost exactly like a dog playing with a toy, or a wolf killing a rabbit. The good news was that it occupied Rowan for quite a bit of time, as the monster still hadn't figured out what it was attacking was not it's original target.
It really didn't care. It wanted to fight.
After nearly a minute of aggressive thrashing the monster stopped. It stood with the clones, mangled, leg in it's mouth for a moment, snarling, before dropping it. A drooly trail of blood dripping onto the floor. The monster raised himself onto his two hind legs, red eyes glaring down at the ice clone. It's lips curled back in threat, daring the clone to make a move. The monster was confused as to why it wasn't fighting, and figured getting on it's back legs would make it easier to spot an incoming attack.
The monster still hadn't noticed Sam slip away, but was starting to questions what was happening.
It was clear now that the monster was starting to slow down. His breathing had gotten much deeper and ragged, the frost clinging to its fur making it feel heavier. And when it stood on it's back legs it extended itself slowly, focusing on keeping it's balance.
Posted by Rowan Gray on Jan 5, 2021 8:41:03 GMT -6
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There was no seeable reaction as Sam called out to Rowan. There was no change in demeanor, no knowing twinkle in his eyes. And even as the spikes of ice jammed into the monster's mouth, it didn't seem to...react. It continued to try and bite down, despite the obvious harm it was doing to itself. The kick to the chest was enough to start dislodging Rowan, as well as his claws starting to loose grip on the shoulders. Rowan gave two more crunches on the ice surrounded Sam's head, and then loosened his jaws.
What was a little strange was that Rowan, prior to shifting, claimed that the monster couldn't feel pain. So it was strange that the creature let go of Sam's head. It was unclear if this was because the monster wanted to try an attack from a different angle, or if Rowan was mentally pulling on the reins as hard as he could. It was hard to say, but at least he was letting go of Sam's head. And as he pulled his jaw free he scraped his teeth along the ice encasing Sam's head, leaving shallow grooves. Not deep enough to harm Sam, it was more of a threat than anything.
The monster dropped to all-fours, taking a bounding leap away from Sam. Regrouping. He slowly circled Sam, red eyes locked onto his, looking for his next opportunity. The monster was an attacker, not a defender, it wasn't to give Sam the chance to strike first. The monster's body temperature was slightly warmer than a humans, which was fair for a large, furred, creature physically exerting itself. What was far more irregular was his heart rate, sitting at an uncomfortable 150bpm. It was like he was having a heart attack or, more likely in Rowan's case, a panic attack.
The monster, or perhaps Rowan, was at least courteous enough to growl before charging this time. It sped in on all fours, keeping low to the ground. And as it approached it opened it's jaws, a small trickle of blood from it's cut mouth trailing. The attack was predictable, one almost every large predator did. It was aiming to grab onto Sam's leg, either to knock him off balance or swing him around.
If Rowan was a puppy attacking a toy, trying to rend it's stuffing from it's body, this would be adorable. Unfortunately he was not a puppy, and Sam wasn't the newest dog toy from Bark Box.
Posted by Rowan Gray on Jan 5, 2021 8:08:23 GMT -6
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"You're from Japan Aoi? That's neat..."
Well duh, her name was Aoi, and she had been speaking some sort of foreign language earlier, although Rowan didn't know it was Japanese. He exhaled slightly through his nose, almost a laugh.
"I'm from England. Look at that, we are all exchange students."
His attention was then grabbed by Aoi's sudden freeze. Rowan recognized the look on Aoi's face, the heavy and rapid breathing. Kalos took an attempt at comforting the crying girl, but her words sounded hesitant. And then Kalos was looking at Rowan, expectantly. He shot back his own nervous glance. Was he really qualified to give advice? He could barely control his mutation too. Well...if he was good at anything it was distracting himself until he was calm...so maybe...
Rowan stood up slowly, standing between Aoi and Kalos. Rowan seriously doubted Aoi could kill him, the two were probably evenly matched. And if Aoi did shift, and the two had to fight, it would give Kalos time to run and find an adult.
"Hey...you're alright Aoi, no need to worry. I'm not scared of you."
For someone outwardly grumpy like Rowan his tone was surprisingly...gentle?
"When I was little, before I knew I was a mutant, I just assumed I had problems controlling my temper. I dealt with that on my own for a long time. But I learned a lot too. Sometimes, when I get...scared, I feel better when I focus on the stuff around me, stuff I know is real."
Rowan glanced around the kitchen, and then held a finger to his lips.
"Shh...hey hear that?"
As the group was silent they could hear the gentle hum of the refrigerator next to them.
"And the tiles we are sitting on...they are pretty cold right? I bet you can smell the fish too...hmm what else..."
Rowan continued to look around, hoping that Aoi would join in and calm herself down.
Posted by Rowan Gray on Jan 4, 2021 16:12:17 GMT -6
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All the excitement in Rowan's eyes drained as the conversation turned back to his mutation. He figured this would have been brought up, but that didn't make it any easier to talk about.
"Uh...Yeah I'm a shifter...I shift when I'm...anxious..."
Rowan's grip on his cup tightened, not yet taking a sip.
"I...I already did the mutation talk stuff with Mr. Johnson...I really just want to know my class schedule."
His tone of voice was attempting to sound annoyed, standoffish, but came out mostly nervous.
Posted by Rowan Gray on Jan 4, 2021 15:20:55 GMT -6
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Indeed, Rowan hadn't been told about Gemma's aura, in fact he had never heard of an adapted. He looked up at her, eyes wide, dumbfounded.
"My powers...don't work?"
Rowan immediately went to work trying to prove this. He started thinking of everything that stressed him out; loud noises, needles, his mother, 8am math classes...and nothing happened. Rowan jammed a finger in his mouth, biting down. His teeth...weren't sharp? He pulled out the finger. No blood?
"N-no way...you weren't lying..."
Well...maybe he should have thought that through, because if she had been lying there would have been a bigger, wolfy, problem on their hands. Rowan took the mug of hot chocolate, but still seemed baffled that his mutation wasn't activating.
Posted by Rowan Gray on Jan 4, 2021 12:05:06 GMT -6
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The monster gave no sign that he heard anything Sam had said. There was no playful tone to his actions, no intention of pulling punches. This wasn't letting loose, a spar, a class or even an evaluation anymore. The monster didn't know what any of those things were. All he knew was that he was trapped, and he had to kill the iceman before he himself was killed.
BAD. TRAPPED. KILL.
As the floor turned to ice under his feet turned to ice the Monster slowed down, just slightly, putting more effort into digging his claws into the ice to prevent from slipping. He didn't react to the room growing colder, not letting it deter him from attacking. As the monster charged it moved in a very slight zig zag, as if it was trying to catch Sam off guard by attacking from the side.
It didn't take long for it for the monster to close the gap between the two. It stopped an arms length away from Sam, and reared up onto it's hind legs. Red eyes glared down at the adult, his wide jaw opening. It's two front paws dug into the ice on Sam's shoulders, trying to pin him down.
And with no warning, aside from a guttural snarl, the monster's head lowered, jaws wide, in an effort to bite onto Sam's ice covered head.
This attack, if anything, really proved that Rowan, in this form, was entirely offensive. While he was aggressive, making the first move, he left himself open to retaliation.
Posted by Rowan Gray on Jan 4, 2021 8:54:07 GMT -6
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Rowan's eyes followed Gemma's gesture towards the two options for seating. He deliberated, perhaps a moment too long, before quietly sitting on the couch. The spot he picked was as far from the armchair as possibly. It was hard to tell if this was a cautious decision. The young mutant perked up quite a bit at the mention of hot chocolate. In the week he had been here Rowan had enjoyed many cups of hot chocolate. He blames Ms. Sundance for his newfound love for the drink, not that it was necessarily a bad thing.
"H-hot chocolate would be nice...thank you."
He went back to looking around the room, hand resting nervously in his lap.
Posted by Rowan Gray on Jan 3, 2021 18:59:06 GMT -6
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Rowan continued to fidget. He tried to take a few deep breaths, but it sounded a lot more like gasping for air. Being told he was locked in this room, unsurprisingly, did little to calm him down. What if he hurt Sam and he couldn't escape? Did anyone else know the two of them were in here? What if he accidentally killed Sam? What if...what if...Rowan's head was swimming in panic. He needed to excuse himself. Go sit somewhere dark and quiet without the overhead lighting and classic rock.
Oh no he was being asked another question.
"I...I...uh...it depends on...h-how much energy I have...five to t-ten minutes...maybe?
Rowan stuffed his hands deeper in his pockets. He could feel his fingernails growing, getting sharp. It felt like a flood gate opening. All of a suddenly Rowan couldn't hold back his panic inducing thoughts. His last transformation. The interrogation. Being alone at this school. A polar bear breaking through the library window. Having to confront and talk about the thing he hated the most about himself.
He could feel his vision tunneling.
"I...I th-think...I ne-"
Rowan didn't have time to finish that thought. Because Sam yelled at him. He yelled. That was it. The straw that broke his back. Rowan jumped, his heart felt like it was going to stop. The panic so tight in his chest he could barely breathe. He slowly turned to face Sam, trembling violently. It took a moment, but Rowan began to speak. Softly at first, but eventually rising in volume until he was nearly screaming.
"W...why did you...do that? I...I told you I'm scared of yelling! I don't want to hurt you! I don't! I don't!"
His tone of voice was not one of anger, but very clearly fear. He was terrified. The young mutant suddenly stopped speaking, squeezing his eyes shut, doubling over. Rowan started screaming. It started off high pitched, childlike, but quickly became guttural and beastial as his transformation occurred.
Rowan's spine snapped and bent, hunching him over further. Moments later patches of dark and rough fur sprouted and completely covered him. The hands clutching his head shrunk into giant paws, his nails sharp and curled. His mouth, open and screaming, grew longer. His teeth becoming jagged. All the while his body grew and morphed, skin stretching and bones popping. Eventually becoming the strange and horrifying wolf-like monster.
The transformation was pretty quick, and if it wasn't for all the screaming it would be pretty easy to ignore. It was now clear why Rowan dressed the way he did. The clothes that were easily three sizes too big for him weren't torn when he transformed, but they did stretch. Eventually the gurgling roars stopped. The Monster breathed heavily, jaw opening just a farther than 'natural' revealing his sharp teeth.
The Monster didn't stand still for long. Suddenly he turned his head towards Sam, red eyes gleaming. And without a moment of deliberation dropped down onto all fours and charged the adult like a bull, long claws screeching against the floor tile.
Posted by Rowan Gray on Jan 3, 2021 16:24:07 GMT -6
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Rowan took a half step back as Gemma opened the door to the office for him. She looked different from what he expected. Less wrinkles and scowls.
"It's...nice to meet you too Ms. Taylor...".
He looked at her outstretched hand maybe a moment too long. He silently wondered when the last time gave a handshake was. Eventually he turned the gesture, tucking his school work under one arm, his handshake gentle.
Rowan stepped into the office slowly, cautious. His eyes scanning around the room, taking in all the little details of the office. Something about this place was...calming? But in a weird way that made him feel uneasy. Rowan couldn't quite figure out it's source. The room looked like an office, smelled and sounded like an office...it just felt different. Realizing he must look strange, silently looking around the office, he again turned to Gemma, not making eye contact.
"I finished my school work from last semester...I was hoping I could get my schedule today?"
He extends out his arms to pass his school work to Gemma.
Posted by Rowan Gray on Jan 3, 2021 15:27:55 GMT -6
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Today marked Rowan's first full week at the Mansion. It had been one of his busiest first weeks, and yet his most quiet too. He was given a room, a tour, a trip to the Danger Room, and the rest of his time was just finishing some past schoolwork to get caught up for the new semester. He only had a few more things to do before that though. Figure out how to get school supplies and visit the guidance counselor.
And...going to see a guidance counselor couldn't be any worse then having to do to the Danger Room...right? Well Rowan didn't exactly have the best history with guidance counselors. As someone who got in a lot of fights, at a lot of different schools, he had met quite a few. Most of them were unhelpful, either too strict or too soft. Others were just plain unhelpful or uncaring. But this had to be different. Rowan wasn't being sent to the guidance counselor because he was fighting, it was to pick up his class schedule and drop off some finished schoolwork from his previous academy.
The young mutant hurried through the halls, a small stack of paper hugged his chest, his eyes scanning each door. By the directions he had been given he was likely close, but this school was huge and maze-like to him. Eventually he spotted GEMMA TAYLOY - GUIDANCE COUNSELOR on a door down the hall.
Rowan's hurried pace slowed to a stop. He starred at the door, his anxiety swelling. What if this lady already hated him? She no doubt got his records from his previous schools...what if she reprimands him for those? Rowan was already uncomfortable around older women, and having to talk to one who likely knew his less than clean past felt...scary. He didn't know what to expect from a guidance counselor at a school for mutants. But he had to do this if he wanted to take classes. He could get through this quickly, and be back to his room to hide.
He took a shaky breath and lightly knocked on the door.
"Uhm...e-excuse me? My name is Rowan...Rowan Gray? I've...got an appointment...".
Not exactly the...assertive greeting he wanted, but it was the best he could muster.
Posted by Rowan Gray on Jan 3, 2021 15:04:11 GMT -6
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Rowan, seeing as the other two were enjoying the fish jerky, quietly took the bag of turkey jerky. He took a few pieces out, shoved them in his mouth, and put the bag back on the floor. He chomped through the tough pieces of meat without struggle, listening to the two girls talk.
Wait were they just gonna gloss over the whole de-aging thing? That just...happened? Rowan frowned. He didn't want to suddenly get any younger or worse, older. The conversation seemed to move on, and maybe that was for the best. Rowan really didn't want to jinx himself by talking about it. And luckily Kalos changed the subject to something far more interesting, Atlantis, giving Rowan a great excuse not to answer Aoi's question. Rowan wasn't confident enough in his ability to lie. Claiming he had complete control, as opposed to the zero control he really had, would be...difficult to convince someone of.
Rowan turned to Kalos, eyes wide with interest.
"You only recently learned English? That's...really impressive."
He took another piece of jerky.
"I...used to visit the ocean quite a bit when I was young. Haven't in a long time."
Rowan was pulled from his thoughts by Kalos' next question. He frowned. Despite the grumpy and prickly exterior he tried to display he really didn't like scaring people. Well, he was fine with the boys at his previous schools being scared of him, but not someone like Kalos. She was too cu...pink.
"Oh course I don't eat people! I don't know about Aoi but the thought of killing someone, no less eating them, puts a knot in my stomach."
His voice was trying to sound stern and annoyed, but came off with a little more pleading than he would have liked to admit.
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This sucked. Mr. Johnson sucked. Rowan hated this. Why was he so...casual? And why did he keep smirking at him? Rowan wanted to scream, or break his clipboard, or fight or something. But he couldn't. He had to behave, as much as he didn't want to. Rowan grumbled. He wasn't here because he wanted to be here, he was forced to come here. Mr. Johnson had mentioned Aoi. Rowan had gotten to know Aoi, maybe a little better than he would have liked to. And some sort of cat-bird-boy.
Rowan sighed, and started answering Mr. Johnson's questions.
"I dunno...big? Bigger than me..."
He stole a quick look at the adult.
"Maybe a little taller than you...on my back legs. And...uh no like...projectiles...I just get strong and fast and mean. I don't really...feel pain when I'm shifted...all the hurt comes after..."
There was a short pause, Rowan struggling with words.
"Control is the issue. Once I shift I can't control my actions...at all...Every time I shift I end up hurting someone...badly...I just end up charging whatever feels like a threat. I've gotten better at...suppressing it, ya know...keeping myself from shifting. But it gets triggered by the dumbest stuff. Like loud noises! O-Or the way people look at me! Or..."
As he spoke it Rowan was tense, arms pressed firmly into his sides. And his teeth were getting sharper. Rowan shut his mouth suddenly, realizing his ranting was starting to stress him out. He took a few shaky breaths, eyes back on the floor, trying to prevent anymore panic.
Posted by Rowan Gray on Jan 2, 2021 10:11:52 GMT -6
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Liz was correct not to worry about Rowan wandering off, as he was following behind quite dutifully. He was, however, a little distracted as they walked past open rooms. Rowan couldn't help but peer inside. Liz would be able to hear his footsteps slow, and then quickly pick up the pace to catch up. This happened several times on their short walk. He still was amazed by how large the building felt, and he tried not to stare at any mutants they passed.
Soon the conversation was back to food. Who didn't love breakfast? It was hard to beat bacon and pancakes. But of course as a teenage boy, with a mutation that increased his appetite, he could destroy a pizza in a matter of minutes. Liz had asked him what he wanted to eat. He clammed up a bit, hands in his pockets. Several years of having to fight and steal for food meant that Rowan could eat just about anything you put in front of him. His palate was quite simple.
But he wasn't about to ask her to make him food, leftovers suited him just fine.
"Burritos sound...nice..."
He fell silent again, but a moment later he quickly exhaled through his nose. A sound that almost sounded like a tiny laugh.
"H-hot chocolate and burritos...that's a weird combination..."
Rowan spoke softly, nearly muttering to himself, but there was an unmistakable tinge of humor in his voice, joking. This was also the first time Rowan had felt comfortable to 'talk out of turn' and of course it was to comment about lunch.
Posted by Rowan Gray on Jan 1, 2021 11:14:12 GMT -6
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Rowan was quiet, not really responding to anything Mr. Johnson said beyond half hearted shrugs and nods. He really didn't care what music was playing, although this rock music was sounding more like grandpa rock music, Rowan just wanted all of this over with. What almost got a reaction out of Rowan was the room responding to voice. He hadn't been told much about the danger room, so it responding like an AI was unexpected.
Ice powers...just like that one Disney princess...that was kinda neat. He refused to respond to the pun, it was too painful.
Rowan was about to start his whole 'I don't have to tell you anything you can't make me' rant, but realized it would be pointless. He didn't want to talk about his mutation, especially not in front of a stranger while [i[classic rock[/i] played over the speakers. It dawned on Rowan that he had never really...talked about his mutation, well at least not until very recently. And he had never talked about his mutation with another mutant. Before he got shipped off to this school, after his most recent accident and the public's discovery of his mutation, he was forced to explain to a police officer what his mutation was.
The young mutant hated that cop, and hated talking to that cop. The whole time he had some stupid smirk on his face. Well...kinda like the smirk Mr. Johnson kept making at him. No...they were different. The cop smirked at him like he was a beast with his leg in a trap. Mr. Johnson was more like a teacher trying to relate to a student by saying he smoked a cigarette once.
After a long pause Rowan sighed, arms crossed in front of his chest and eyes glaring at the floor.
"I shift into a terrible beast. Giant, mean, sharp teeth and claws...ya know...monster stuff..."
Rowan, uncomfortable, shifted his weight, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
"And...it happens when I get....
Well he couldn't say scared that would make him look like a total wimp.
"...when I get...angry..
Rowan's voice petered out. He seemed like he had more to say, but ran out of steam. He felt like he already said too much.
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Rowan still seemed completely entranced by the room, he hadn't really noticed Ms. Sundance watching him. He was still amazed that he had a room. A room that was his, at least for the time being. He tried not to look too affected by the word 'home'. He swallowed stiffly, eyes glancing out the window. No...this wasn't a home. It was a room. A room he would be in for a month or two before he did something bad and got sent away again. Not that there were many more places for him to go.
But before Rowan could think about it too much his attention again was shifted to food. Yeah...he was still pretty hungry, and now that his belongings were safe he could be convinced to eat. A tour didn't sound like a bad idea either, but his stomach disagreed.
"I...I could eat..."
The young mutant took a quick look around the room, his eyes settling on the bed again. Rowan took his duffle bag off the bed and stashed it underneath, figuring it was a good enough hiding spot for his belongings. Somewhat satisfied with his hiding spot Rowan, too, stepped out into the hall.
Rowan slowly un-balled his fist, slight divots in his hand from how tightly he had held his key. After a moment of figuring out which way the key went Rowan stuck the key in the lock. He turned the key slowly, hearing the lock mechanics click loudly. He then jiggled the door handle, twice, to ensure it was completely secured. He pulled out the key, stuffing it in his pants pocket.
"And...maybe a tour later?
His tone of voice was certainly less aggressive than before, but still cautious.
