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.
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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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Evelyn followed into the apartment, letting the echoes familiarize themselves as she went. The place looked simple, certainly lacking the lived in feel most places would have. She suspected the deage had brought this temporary type treatment. It must be odd living above your work, she imagined. But New York was a city packed tightly together, so perhaps not as odd as she expected.
Ranger made himself comfortable, and Evelyn sat in one of the chairs, wondering how dignified she could really be when her legs didn't reach the floor. Being young did have it's flaws, and having a professional appearance when you needed to hop into your seat was a bit tough. No matter. Her boss wasn't exactly maintaining the appearance of being dignified himself. Herself. Ranger in Noel's body sort of looked like a person in a mascot suit who was finally allowed to remove their mask and breathe a little. Being a fake woman must have been a bit much for him to handle.
Evelyn tilted her head as he spoke, and nodded, "That makes sense. The facial expressions you were making, I mean. Tasting lies would be a horrible experience. The echoes are less intrusive with their input at least."
With the papers on the table, she clasped her hands in her lap and tried not to fidget. She had a lot of questions, but did not want to bombard him now that he had stopped lying. Best to start them off on a better page. "So, Jude mentioned he hired me, and based on this apartment, and the paperwork, the deaging for you is not recent. Likely along the same period of time as I have gone through so far." Fair assumption. The place was lived in, but not settled. Like a weekend guest who ended up hanging out a bit longer. Or her slowly coming to terms with maybe staying at the mansion more permanently. No real decorations, but enough time to move in a few things for comfort.
"The you being Noel part is new then? And us being up here is assuming staff doesn't know. Does Jude know?" She waited for an answer, trying not to overwhelm him more. She counted in her head and then offered information in return. That seemed to be a better way to go about this.
"Jude met me at the mansion, and now I help here because my powers are good with paperwork. You heard the echoes, sort of. The other half is that I never forget things. Like...how to fill out a form." She pointed and flashed a smile. She hoped it was a reassuring one, and less of a snarky one. She had trouble with people, and Michael was in a weird position for the whole 'getting to know you' thing.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Apr 11, 2020 17:17:11 GMT -6
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Evelyn had won, and she was pleased. Nothing quite made her as happy as being right, and since she had the echoes on her side, and a perfect memory, she was right a lot. The students at the mansion hated that, but in the right environment, it was a good skill to have on your side.
Ranger, to his credit, had a moment of consideration before he gave in. There was no unhappy exclamation, no insulting, and no one called her a little shit this time. Honestly, that happened a lot when she acted out like this. Maybe she had been professional enough not to warrant the usual insults. But there was more under the surface she expected would need to be handled. Evelyn had shown her abilities, which was both positive and negative at the moment. Yes, she had undermined her employer, but had shown how worthwhile she could be to have on the right side. Sometimes proving yourself meant pissing someone off.
That was what she told herself, anyway.
Evelyn smiled, no longer looking at Ranger with such an intense gave. Her eyes went back to blue as she scurried to her desk, and she returned with a few papers. Some were small errors, nothing quite as bad as the one she had brought. Then she let herself be led away, finding it hard not to have a little bounce in her step.
Not-Noel was not backing down, but Evelyn was focused now. She was like a dog on a trail, closing in on her mark. All she needed was the right lead and she could end this game and get back to work. Sam always said she needed more fun, so this was a perfect chance. What was more fun than catching an inposter red-handed? Or in this case, bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, and very hungover.
Suddenly, the echoes started connecting dots. It was like a string of alarms in her head, pinging the final conclusion. The unexpected ‘I’, the ‘M’ before Noel, the office, even the tiny flicker of recognition when the paperwork was scene.
M for Michael. She had just met her boss. The moment made her want to laugh as she looked up at her/him. Evelyn had a somewhat mischievous look as she slowly scanned her paperwork.
"Ah, it is deaging. As I expected. Honestly, being deaged at least explains why you fumbled a Form 1, given that electronic filing is so new. With the weaponry we handle I was questioning who was in charge if they couldn’t even get a few ATF forms correct,” she let the jab linger then sighed, holding the paper to Not-Noel. "Admittedly, I didn't expect to meet my boss for the first time while he was hungover, deaged and frankly, bustier than he should be. I expect you have your reasons for secrecy, but let's not insult me any further with the lies? Plus, they seem to be causing you some discomfort on their own. Mutation?" She looked up, focused for a moment, and the echoes honed in on the random faces that had been made with every lie. Was it just their own lies? Evelyn considered and then said, "My birthday is September 4th."
Obviously, a lie. The twitch of the facial muscles drove the hypothesis home. She smirked. She was dying to know what exactly the lie did that made that face, but it was fascinating, almost as fascinating as her boss being a woman.
The woman reacted as Evelyn honestly expected. People just don’t handle sudden voices very well. The young girl straightened her outfit, and listened to the stuttered comments patiently. ”I prefer the term ‘echoes’, myself. Voices seems to insinuate insanity and a lack of reasoning. The echoes are very logical.” Logical, robotic, disjointed. She heard many descriptors for what they were.
The comment also sounded like a question, as if the woman wasn’t sure whether the echoes were Evelyn’s fault or not. Something about that pinged her interest again. She noted it for later. In the meantime she ensured her paperwork was not harmed during the exchange.
”Also, why would Jude tell you he hired an Evelyn, but not say what I did? I don’t think that would be information Jude would just randomly tell his bosses girlfriend. And what do you mean you look younger? Like, deaged younger, or plastic surgery younger? Because if you were just deaged younger and you were talking to Jude and he was talking about an Evelyn, I’m pretty sure you would have asked more questions about deaging at that time.”
Evelyn was using a cruel strategy now. The words ‘hungover’ were still on her brain and that meant a lot of things: sensitivity to light, possible headache, disorientation, general misery. Having a child throwing questions at you to have to logic your way out of would be trying at best. For someone hiding, lying, and pretending, it would be near impossible to keep up.
If there was one thing Evelyn knew, it was everyone gave away certain signs they were lying. A twitch of the hand, a waver in the voice, a bit more emphasis on a certain fact, or a hesitation. Heck, even a hack of hesitation could give them away. Hyper awareness met her see those moments and draw her attention to them. Like little alerts, she saw the echoes ping for each moment, noting them. I AM Noel. [Over emphasis. Insistence. Resolve. Lack of humor. Determination to deter suspicion. Growing likeliness if hypothesis being correct.[/i]]
Evelyn stood her ground as the woman approached. The woman was trying to act larger than she was. Heck, her motion with her hair of frustration didn’t quite add up to the length of the actual hair itself. She was distracted by that so much that when the woman came close she didn’t think to stop her from reaching and grabbing Evelyn to move her.
The result was a sudden shared moment of echoes. Noel would have gotten the full blast. [Behavior does not match physical size. Insistence to be correct suggests hiding facts. Hair length does not add up to lotion, walking—Confusion. Surprise.] Evelyn was set down a bit suddenly, but that was to be expected. Not everyone responded well to voices in their head.
The woman looked a bit uncomfortable being scrutinized by a child. No bother. Evelyn would not put information in the wrong hands so soon into this job. She was much smarter than that. Much smarter, to the point she was already watching Noel’s reactions and listen to the information given.
[Recognition. Thoughtful. Calculating.]
There it was again. The faint flutter of dishonesty. The echoes drew on it like moths to fire. There were facts that made sense, the names, the location, the relationship to Michael. Evelyn tapped a foot and sighed.
”I can ask one of the team about Noel, but that won’t help with this.” She was looking stern now, and wished she could see the woman’s eyes. Eyes were great for clues and the echoes could use a few more. She decided to go with her gut at the risk of being rude. Heck, she didn’t mind being rude if she was right.
Evelyn watched the reaction, echoes tuned in carefully to the responses. [Surprise. Confusion. Calculating. Rethinking.] There was something strange about that combination. Was the surprise because of Evelyn, or because of what she had said? The girl regretted speaking first instead of letting her age register before what she actually said.
I. That lone letter seemed odd. The echoes stuck a pin on it, as if the free floating word could have another meaning. He was in a meeting with Jude. Evelyn wished Jude was here instead of the strange woman who was sitting in Ranger's office.
Why is a kid
Evelyn bristled. Her back straightened and her eyes narrowed, further disliking the stranger. She hated people who treated her like a mistake, like she shouldn't be there. She worked here, of course. How could the woman not know it? If she knew Ranger, and knew what meetings he was in, then surely she should have at least a little understanding of who was allowed in this building. "I'm looking for him because I have paperwork to process, and it cannot be completed without the proper authorization." She looked up at the woman with a tiny lift of her chin. Evelyn was here because she belonged here. The more the echoes studied, the more she was feeling this woman did not.
I'm M'Noel
[Lie.] The echoes stopped her from misbehaving further. Evelyn blinked, the sudden buzz of information like a tangle of barbed wire in her brain. Why was that a lie? [Uncertain of name. Unclear behavior. Deception. Masquerading as someone she is not.]
The young girl let her face calm, taking the situation with new interest. Someone who was pretending to be someone they weren't. Someone who knew enough about the meetings, but not about their staff. There was only one thing left to do.
Figure out who this woman actually was.
"My name is Evelyn, but I'm afraid that's as much information as I can give you without proper clearance. Ms. Noel, is it? I think the question should be less why am I here, but why are you? I know all of our staff, and you are in none of those records." Evelyn tucked the papers behind her back and looked up suspiciously.
For a normal seven year old, that would certainly be a punishment, but Evelyn was actually really enjoying her job. She was dressed in a pair of black slacks, a white shirt, and her hair was back in braids so she looked as professional as a child could. When she first arrived, there were staff that seemed to doubt her abilities, but that went out the window when she got to work. In the mess of the building, having someone who knew where everything was kept, could remember anything, and frankly, could even predict what they were looking for was a blessing. All they had to do was approach and magically, the file would appear. She felt like a magician. If only she could do this all the time.
It hadn't taken long for Evelyn to be put in charge of paperwork. If it needed to be tracked, filed, filled out or double checked, it was now pushed across her desk in the building, the only one that had a small makeshift booster made of books she could sit on, and a few colorful color pencils alongside the more appropriate black and blue pens.
Today Evelyn was double checking forms. There were a lot of those. When you handled weapons like they did, the proper paperwork was essential to keep the government from raining on your parade. The forms in front of her were ATF forms. [Type 10 FFL. Form 1, manufacturing. Missing signature.] This one had been halfway filled out, but the missing signature would pose issues. Evelyn, who was fairly certain she could manage a duplicate signature on her own, relented and picked up the item, wondering if there was anyone in the building who could settle this or if she would have to resort to forgery so soon in her career.
There was movement in her bosses office, which surprised her, given she had yet to meet the man. Wandering over, she poked her head around the door, and narrowed her eyes at the figure. Not-Ranger was there, looking at the ceiling. [Unhappy. Frustrated. Uncomfortable.] Whoever she was, she did not seem to be having a good day. But, she looked rather familiar in the setting. Her brain scanned through known faces, but she had not met this woman. Her eyes continued to narrow, the silver color strong as she let her powers work.
"Excuse me...Ranger? Have you seen him?" She threw the name out, letting the echoes wait for a reaction. If this was a girlfriend, would there be positive recognition. If it was an x, negative. Coworker might just laugh at the use of the name. Good test of who she was dealing with.
Evelyn wanted to make a face that his powers couldn't form a mirror. Heck, working with a mirror-walker, she would have thought he could have found a way to do that. Couldn't ice be shiny? The echoes thought it could, but again, that was the conflict between logic and execution. They needed to train together more so she had a better sense of the limits to what he could do. Letting the echoes make things up was probably poor form.
Like, how he could feel people? How was he feeling? What was he feeling? She was a good student and didn't get distracted or ask, but stayed silent when he told her to ignore things. There were noises [Door opening. Thuds, fighting. Voices. Intruder, movement.] She couldn't exactly turn off the whole closed caption thing going on in her head, but she focused on drawing on the map where he was fighting. How many voices had she heard? 3? She noted the little downed guards with little frowny faces in red. Nice.
Cleared room. She looked around the blueprint, and picked the next direction. "You have a hallway up ahead, different doors branching off. The most logical one is going to be 3 down, to the right. That one has no clear exit, no ventilation, reinforced... Basic one way in, one way out sort of deal. Point of ambush will be the first door on the left. That has a secondary stairwell. Be on guard." She wondered how many more little frowny faces she needed to draw. Should she sharpen a pencil?
"If you can close the access point on the left, then the only other risk I'm seeing is the end of the hallway. That could be storage or an armory. The map didn't have enough detail."
Evelyn was distracted by the lack of voices, which actually did help her play innocent. It was hard to maintain eye contact when she kept looking over, horribly distracted by the little noises the guinea pigs made. "They sound like zebra. I never realized they sound like zebra. Is that normal? What? Oh, overrun by pigs. No, I don't know anything. They sound like zebra!" one was wiggling closer and Evelyn leaned over, petting the fuzzy head.
"I would ask the echoes for help, but there aren't any echoes when you're around. They sound like zebra...I said that. How do people think like this?" She complained, trying to shake her head as if that would restart her powers.
Uh, guinea pigs. Lots of guinea pigs. What was she doing with guinea pigs? Her brain felt like there was a giant chocolate swamp to swim through without the echoes there to assist her. This was worse than detention. She scooped up the rodent and handed it out to Gemma. "Caught one! Uh, do we have a plan for them? I mean, assuming it's against some type of school rule to just let them all run loose."
The knock on the door was sudden, and Evelyn looked up from her bed with surprise. The voice was familiar, although Evelyn had somewhat limited interactions with the owner. She did her best to never cross paths with the guidance counselor for obvious reasons. Having her brain turned off generally did not feel good. At least she wasn't as impacted as her older self seemed to have been.
"Yes?" Evelyn opened the door, looking up at the older woman. The sudden silence in her head was disturbing. She shook her head slightly as if water was in her ears. Ugh. She hated this. She made a face despite her efforts to look normal. So quiet...
Oh, there was a lot of yelling now. She blinked and looked down the hallway, actually looking genuinely surprised. It sounded a lot different hearing the noises without the echoes counting the piggies for her. "Did I miss pet day?"
Evelyn was given an important job: be a distraction. Given her history of explosives, rule breaking, and generally being a thorn in the Mansion's side, she was more than happy to rise to the task.
For her chaos causing army, she managed to acquire exactly 289 guinea pigs. Once Sam was prepared, she set to work unleashing them. There were guinea pigs in the living room, piggies in the hallways, piggies hanging out in the library. She left them with little bowls of food and water, but made sure none of the cages were within easy reach for staff.
She was about 119 pigs into things when the first yell came from the library. That was about the point the signal went to Sam. Kids came running out, squealing happily about all the guinea pigs. Evelyn finished uncaging the last batch, and once she heard Sam had the all clear, she proceeded to sneak back to her room.
The walkie talkie use was new to her, but better not to risk having anything a phone taken away. Not that they would catch her, right? Psh, Mirror could try. They had plenty of rodents to catch first!
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Mar 31, 2020 11:00:38 GMT -6
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Evelyn didn't need the echoes to sense her presence was unwanted at the high end apartment building and moved to enter the private elevator leading to her parent's loft. The doorman gave her a strange look, as did the guard, but perhaps they sensed blocking a child from returning home was a bit extreme, given the circumstances. She rode in silence to the top floor, and stepped into the living room, familiarity clashing with a sense of change. Furniture had moved, carpet had aged, photos that once were came to be no more. She wandered forward and touched a few of the frames, hating the way her heart thundered as she did so. Her father and mother together at a banquette, at a conference, with friends on a boat, with famous people. Not a single one showed a daughter. Not a single photo was there proving she existed at all.
It had been years, she knew that. The falling out involved her dating Mirror, and if stories were correct, some type of assassination attempt. She had felt it extreme when she first discovered the lengths they went to removed the x-men from her life, but now, she realized it was less about Mirror, and more about the embarrassing situation altogether. They never liked having a mutant as a daughter, and with time, it seemed they didn't like having a daughter at all.
Being here was confirming everything she had come to deduce. She was living at the mansion because this home had long since closed to her.
"So you wandered back, huh?"
Evelyn looked up in surprise, and turned, facing the stoic man in the doorway. He was older, his eyes dark, hair grey, a scowl and a beer belly new to her. Well, the scowl wasn't so strange. He just was more polished in the past, and now that seemed to be gone. He looked down at her, and shook his head once. [Surprise, amusement, confusion. Rage.] He hadn't seen her since she de-aged, and it must be as odd for him as she was feeling.
"I had to see for myself. And, I needed my records. You still have my birth certificate and medical files. I'd like them transferred to my school."
"Still as businesslike as ever, I see? Huh, expected losing all those years would have knocked a little sense into you," he growled. He fished in the jacket of his vest and pulled out a cigar and a lighter. Evelyn watched, finding it hard to stop the confusion coming from seeing him smoke. He never smoked before. And his eyes never looked this hateful. She lifted her chin, forcing her voice to stay calm.
"I am solving a problem for you. Evidently, you don't wish to have a daughter. I am offering a chance for her to disappear. No one will connect your adult mistake to me in this body, and if I have my records, I have no reason to return." Emotions were the enemy here. She masked them, keeping her face calm.
His eyes narrowed at her. [Resentment, frustration. Dislike tone of voice.] He saw her actions as chess moves against him. She was not afraid, but he was the adult. He was larger, more powerful, and looking down on her like an ant. But she had been on missions, she had faced scarier monsters than him now. She didn't waver.
"You think I'm just going to do what you tell me to like an obedient child? When did you ever display an ounce of obedience."
Evelyn wavered momentarily. She had some memories of arguing with her father, but this...this felt darker. This was the man who actually had hired a mercenary. He saw the spark of fear and laughed, stepping forward. She took an automatic step back, and he laughed more. "You don't get to make demands, Evelyn. I don't care what hoax you freaks came up with, but I won't play your games. I decide what I want to do about my disgraceful, ungrateful child. Oh, and guess what I found today," before she could react he grabbed her wrist and was dragging her toward the study. Evelyn yelped, scrambling to keep up, eyes watering at the pain. The door slammed open and he threw her forward so she had to catch herself against the desk. There were footsteps, a lone shadow in the doorway the only sign her mother had joined them, answering the sounds of yelling. Evelyn was staring at credit card statements, a chill sinking in her gut. Oh.
"You think you can just wander around and spend my money, make demands, act like you still have a right, a place in this family?" Her chin knocked against the desk as she was pushed closer, the numbers staring up at her. Money, of course it came down to money. Money and status, that was all they cared about, wasn't it?
Tears splashed on the papers, courage forgotten. This wasn't home, it would never again be home.
She snuck back into the mansion, avoiding any adults, slinking for her room with red eyes. Arm and back were bruised, enough she could have called the cops, but she didn't. Her saving grace had been her mother, that stuck up heiress who only spoke to remind him the legal repercussions his actions could have. Whether it would be child abuse, or domestic, they just wanted to keep him out of jail. Ha. That's why they hired thugs to do their dirty work, right? To keep their own hands clean in the end.
Evelyn tried to scoop up the memories in her mind, find a corner to collect them in, hide them. She piled pillows, blankets, stuffed animals into a corner and crawled there with them, while mentally taping shut the fear. The mansion was home now, there was no going back to adult Evelyn, no going back to a time when her parents disliked her, but would never hurt her. Her friends re-aged, the world continued on, but she would have to start here, in this dark lonely place where she was reminded how unwanted she was. She hadn't even managed to get her records, wondering if she would ever get the legal freedom to escape that past.
Hugging a teddy bear, she cried for the first time since she became seven years old. She didn't want to be an adult today after all. She just wanted to be normal, and just wanted to be loved.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Mar 30, 2020 17:47:24 GMT -6
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Evelyn wanted to be an adult and deny the fact she was sleepy. Of course she wasn't sleepy. Her eyelids were just heavy, and her legs were just heavy, and she wanted to sit down. Yup, that was all. "I guess...I can head to bed..." She set the sai down and wandered in the direction of the door. The nice thing about having echoes was the ability to walk with your eyes shut and not risk hitting something. The echoes knew where she was going. Sleepwalking could be insanely accurate if she wanted it to be.
"Thanks, for training with me." Thanks were important. She wasn't big on manners, but she knew that was essential if she wanted to continue getting to do cool things.
"Maybe next time we can set fire to something...or play with chemicals. Kevlar is fun." She was muttering to herself and wasn't sure if it was her or Ami that opened the door. [Open door] When she was into the hallway, she wandered in the direction of her bed without waiting to see if Ami followed. She made it there before she crashed onto the covers, and was out before she even had a chance to change.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Mar 30, 2020 16:08:34 GMT -6
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Mati
Evelyn was as ready as she could be, listening until Sam spoke into the mic. The code name made her smile a little, and she responded clearly back. "Read you loud and clear, CS." Then she noted where he entered her hand drawn map. South gate. White van, noted. She let the echoes scan the monitors for her, one registering a stray cat chasing a plastic bag. She noted it as possible shapshifter just to have all bases covered, and continued her job.
"Your best point for entry is going to be a bathroom window to your left. Little bit of a jump, but I did not see any security feed for that area," she decided. The side door was an easy mistake, posted security noting the weak point leading to their trash compactor. She put a little X on the entry point and let her powers take over from there. When he was inside the bathroom, she kept her voice low and gave further instructions.
"Take a left, follow the corridor and then a sharp right. One more left and you will come up to the stairwell. If you hear anyone coming, there is a storage room down the second hallway, third door on the right." She listened as he moved, noting progress on her charts. Keeping a good visual would help her find the right path either in or out of the facility. If he needed additional escapes, she marked down one cramped air duct, and one unfinished bunk room. Always good to have on hand.
Stairwell, to the bottom level. She scanned that blueprint and paused. "Stairs take a straight shot out into an open room. They'll have visibility on you before you will see them. I would make yourself a mirror or something to scope out what's ahead. Unless you like having people shoot at your legs." That sounded messy. The echoes felt the ice could protect from a lot of it, but she didn't like the gamble on those numbers.
