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 Chris Berg on Jul 15, 2014 3:09:33 GMT -6
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Mar 20, 2015 9:51:23 GMT -6
Would Sylar be interested in chasing a fishboy? Might give him some practice in 'seeing' someone who's under water. Or maybe they could meet and bond over a cat or two. The sight of Sylar would probably send Chris scrambling, though...
Posted by Chris Berg on Jul 13, 2014 17:07:33 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Mar 20, 2015 9:51:23 GMT -6
Chris followed her into the exhibition and blinked at the sudden flashing lights inside. "Huh," he said with a small frown. This wasn't really what he had expected. It didn't seem to be any actual paintings inside of the room, just different light installations. Lamps. Some spotlights.
He walked in front of a screen that had been attached to the wall; a camera and projector were set up behind him, simultaneously filming him and the screen were the images were projected. The result was an infinity effect similar to standing between two mirrors, except it just showed your shadow over and over instead of your mirror image. What was disconcerting was that the shadow images didn't move exactly when Chris did - he raised his hand, and it took half a second before his shadow followed him, and so on. "Disturbing," he concluded and then turned around towards Mirror, picking up on her latest comment. "Who's Eve?"
However, something caught his attention behind her. Through the shifting light installations he could see a man standing outside of a restroom door in the back of the exhibition room. The man was knocking on the door, quite impatiently, and shouted something in German. Chris tilted his head slightly to the side. "...did you unlock the restroom doors before we left?"
Posted by Chris Berg on Jul 13, 2014 16:26:07 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Mar 20, 2015 9:51:23 GMT -6
Chris took another swig of water. The four other bottles he intended to save for later - the amount of water you needed when you were an aquatic mutant and your skin had to be kept moist was quite staggering. He contemplated what she'd said - everyone seems to have their reason. His grandfather had been drinking a bit now and then, but he'd never talked about his reasons. But then again, his grandfather had never been big on talking. "I see," Chris said a bit glumly. He wanted to understand why people did what they did, but even a seemingly easy question as why do people drink might have as many answers as there were drinkers in the world.
As the bartender went to greet a newly arrived group Chris took a hesitant gulp of his beer. He had payed for it, after all, and it wouldn't be much of a learning experience if he gave up after just one swig. To his surprise, the second gulp wasn't as bad. It still tasted overwhelmingly bitter, but it wasn't nearly as rank this time. Curious. "Hi... excuse us?" Chris quickly turned around and noticed the dark-haired girl from before standing in front of him together with her friend. The rest of their group - two guys and another girl - were still sitting at the table, but they were watching what went on with clear interest.
"Is that seat taken?" the girl with red, wavy hair said and pointed towards the bar stool next to Chris. "No," he said with a small frown - the stool hadn't been taken anywhere, it just stood there. With a broad grin the red-haired girl sat down on it, while the dark-haired girl sat down on his left side. Chris glanced warily from side to side; he didn't like having strangers so close by, especially not one on each side. But they didn't seem hostile. "I'm Alex, and that's Jennie," the dark-haired girl said. "What's your name?" "Chris." The girls exchanged amused looks. "You don't exactly seem like the beer type," Jennie said. "Would you like a mojito, Chris?" "A what?" "Hey, bartender! Three mojitos, please."
Posted by Chris Berg on Jul 7, 2014 15:48:25 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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1
Mar 20, 2015 9:51:23 GMT -6
He accepted the glass of beer with a low "Thank you."
He gave it a suspicious sniff. Of course this wasn't the first time he felt the smell of beer, but usually the smell was one that was part of the background, like grass, sweat or gasoline. He'd never tried drinking it before. Usually he couldn't eat the food the people around him was eating. He wondered if it would be the same with alcohol. Getting sick was not really a tempting outcome of the evening... especially not after her comment about vomiting earlier.
While he contemplated wether he should drink it or not he glanced out over the rest of the bar again, just as the man she'd served gave her a slap. Chris' eyes widened in shock. Of course he knew that alcohol lowered the inhibitions, but it was one thing to know about it and one thing to see it happen. The bartender's icy reaction clearly showed that it had not been a welcome course of action, but the man didn't seem regretful, he just continued leering after her while she returned to the bar. Chris frowned, wondering how much of one's behavior could be blamed on the alcohol, and how much on that one was just being a creep.
Still, the bartender didn't seem overly bothered with it. Perhaps this was some kind of regular occurrence. Chris hoped that wasn't the case, for her sake. "I see," he just said, unsure of how he should react.
He cast one last look on the beer in front of him. Think of it as a learning experience. He took a gulp.
It tasted... plain horrible. The taste was sharp, and incredibly bitter. It tasted like a mix of wheat and nail polish, but strongest of all was the numbing taste of carbonated water. Chris grimaced wildly as he swallowed the mouthful, which settled uneasily in his stomach. He could still feel the bitter aftertaste in his mouth. He quickly reached out for a bottle of water, stuck the cap between his sharp teeth and tilted the bottle upward. A crunching sound could be heard and he spat out the cap into his hand, placing it in a nearby bucket filled with caps. After a long swig of water most of the taste was gone. "That... sure was something," he admitted and gave the bartender an incredulous look. "People enjoy drinking that? Just... what is the point of it? To get feisty?"
Posted by Chris Berg on Jul 6, 2014 13:00:19 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Mar 20, 2015 9:51:23 GMT -6
The bartender started to list different brands of beer - but Chris just shrugged, since he had no preference one way or the other. "Anyone will do fine."
He listened to her explaining her career of choice, nodding thoughtfully. Yes... you probably had to have some good social skills to be a bartender. Not that he was intending to be one, though. He frowned when she said if vomiting isn't your thing, you'd hate doing this. What did that have to do with...? Oh. Gross. With one webbed hand he pushed the money over the bar desk towards the bartender - exactly 12.73, since the concept of tipping never had been explained to him. The rest he collected back into his pocket while she asked what he was doing there.
"Curiosity. It's my first time visiting a bar," he said in a serious tone. He didn't realize that that was probably pretty obvious to the bartender. "I wanted to see what it was like." The whispering conversation behind him had now escalated into giggling. He pretended that he wasn't hearing it, but in truth it was beginning to make him a bit nervous. "So far I don't really see the point," he admitted in an apologetic voice, and then quickly added: "No offense. It just seems that it would be cheaper and calmer for people to stay at home and drink."
Posted by Chris Berg on Jul 5, 2014 18:24:54 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Mar 20, 2015 9:51:23 GMT -6
Chris nodded when Mirror explained that today she was a girl. It seemed less complicated if you just thought about it like that. "Right." He followed her into the art museum, standing back while she payed. It still didn't entirely make sense to him that you had to pay for just watching something. It was not like they intended buying anything. But he wasn't going to start arguing about it now. At Mirror's suggestion, he reached out for a brochure from a low table.
Once again they entered the large empty room, the one with doors leading into the different exhibitions. Chris squinted towards the mural at the front end of the hall, but it was still just a blur. He held out the brochure towards Mirror and folded down his hoodie from his head. "You payed, so you decide which exhibition we go to," he said as he pulled a pair of see-through swim goggles out of the pocket in front of his hoodie. With his other hand he took out a small bottle of water from his jeans pocket, screwed off the lid and filled the goggles with water up to the brim. Careful not to spill he leaned his head down and pulled on the goggles..
He blinked a couple of times, surveying his surroundings once more. The water-filled goggles made everything clearer, including Mirror and the big mural on the opposite wall. It was some kind of abstract shapes, and it still didn't make a lot of sense to him. "I'm ready," he said in a serious tone that contrasted with the goofy-looking goggles. "Where do we go?"
Posted by Chris Berg on Jul 5, 2014 17:29:40 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Mar 20, 2015 9:51:23 GMT -6
Suddenly, just about as he was about to lose his grip, something that felt like a strong gust of wind gave him that extra push he needed to scale the wall. Chris swung on leg over it and watched as the other guy managed to climb up the wall with decidedly less problems. "...Thanks." He then cast one final look out over the street behind him - no signs of the pursuers so far - and jumped down to the ground, tucked and rolled.
After he landed he did a quick surveillance of the area. The area wasn't very big, but it had bushes and some trees. It had no of the elements he associated with parks in New York, like benches, trash or homeless people. It was probably not a public park, but more like a private garden to one of the building complexes surrounding it.
Chris crouched behind one of the trees as the kid asked what they should do next. "Now we are quiet," he mumbled while reaching down towards his left foot. He stuck in his hand under the hem of his jeans and fished out a pocket knife he'd had strapped around his ankle. "And hope they do not climb the wall," he added darkly.
Posted by Chris Berg on Jun 30, 2014 14:52:19 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Mar 20, 2015 9:51:23 GMT -6
Chris follow the other mutant into a less busy side street, which meant less wanton destruction of their surroundings. It was hard to come up with a good place while running; Chris needed to keep the attention on not stumbling over his feet. "Backyards," he answered. "Sewers. The Hudson. I have a van... it's out of gas..." He cast a quick glance over his shoulder, just to make sure their pursuers hadn't entered the side street yet, and almost ran into a lamppost. Chris swerved around it, and fervently continued to list different hiding places. "Side streets, air vents, containers, the mansion, but it's too far... parks... Parks! A park!" he exclaimed and halted, pointing in at another side street they were just passing. Between the towering buildings a patch of lush, green trees could be seen... behind a smooth, two meters high concrete wall. Chris didn't care about the wall, though - right now all he cared about was the trees behind. And parks often contained lakes...
He ran towards the wall and, when he was close enough, took a running leap. His hands clasped around the capstones and he started to heave himself up - but then he could feel his grip starting to slip. Slimy skin certainly had it's disadvantages sometimes. Chris gasped and held on to the wall for dear life to prevent from slipping down to the ground.
Posted by Chris Berg on Jun 30, 2014 13:00:21 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Mar 20, 2015 9:51:23 GMT -6
Dread started to fill him when she spoke. His instincts had been right. She was walking, talking, laughing in a way that made her seem full of life, when she actually... wasn't. Chris was usually open-minded about others' abilities, except psychics... but this was something he just couldn't get past. Death itself didn't phase him; the body on the floor didn't scare him, nor had his dead grandfather scared him when he was younger. He hunted fish and small creatures every day, killing them with his own hands. When something died, it was supposed to stay dead. Anything else was just... unnatural.
Emily was clearly upset about it. She ran out of the front door, nearly loosing her scarf on the way. Chris felt conflicted. In one way, seeing her upset was deeply unsettling. You weren't supposed to feel something after you died. And yet, she still clearly still had the ability to feel and get hurt... which made him feel bad about hurting her.
Chris walked out of the door, grateful for the fresh air outside. The street was still mostly abandoned, but he thought he could hear sirens approaching. Emily sat on the curb, not far away. He was still frightened by her, his instincts were telling him to put as much distance between her and himself as possible. Still... she had done him a favor, and that was something Chris took seriously.
He took a few steps towards her and stopped, afraid of getting too close. "I still owe you one." He hesitated before adding: "I... usually hang around the Van Cortlandt park. If you'd need my help, go there. Ask for Grey." Then he turned around and started to walk away from the scene rather quickly.
Posted by Chris Berg on Jun 29, 2014 17:46:31 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Mar 20, 2015 9:51:23 GMT -6
Chris was savvy enough to know what was coming. When the other mutant turned around to face the attackers he quickly grabbed on to a nearby lamppost. The blast that followed would probably have lifted him of his feet otherwise. Next to them windows started cracking, people were pushed to the ground, a few car alarms went off. But, most importantly; the people who followed them were knocked back a great deal. If Chris hadn't been so frightened and worried about his own skin he might have felt sorry for all the poor bystanders, but right now all he felt was relief. >>"Come on, before they get up again." Chris followed the younger mutant across the street, and sighed out in relief as the light shifted to red behind them. Even if the followers were to get up on their feet, they'd have to wait for green light before being able to catch up.
But that was no reason to stand around. Chris started running down the street, sure that the kid would be able to keep up. He did a sharp turn to the left; if they wanted to shake their followers for good they couldn't run in a straight line. "What do we do now?" Chris asked. His enhanced lung capacity gave him a good stamina, so running barely made him out of breath. His muscles, however, was beginning to ache, and he wasn't sure how long he could keep up the same pace before he'd start to slow down.
Posted by Chris Berg on Jun 29, 2014 15:20:38 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Mar 20, 2015 9:51:23 GMT -6
What the telekinetic said was true. Chris had tried hiding before, and it hadn't exactly worked out for him. He'd planned on losing their followers among the alleys, but you never knew when an alley would end up in a dead end. >>"Come on, let's go!" Chris didn't need to be told twice. He started to follow the kid, but it didn't take long before he began to fall behind. Even though the other mutant was younger he was longer and took bigger steps, and Chris' legs weren't designed for running. At least not on two legs. After realizing he was falling behind the digitigrade mutant dropped to all four and started moving forward with what looked like an awkward mix between running and hopping. It was faster than moving on two legs, but he still had to struggle with keeping up with the faster man.
At least people left them plenty of space, though. It took Chris a moment to realize that this might not be of their own accord; the younger mutant was sending out the same sort of force waves he had inside of the restaurant. Chris didn't know if he was doing it on purpose to keep people out of the way or if it was a sort of automatic defense, but at least they weren't getting stopped by the crowd.
One garbage can got pushed away forcefully from the kid's path, bounced against the wall and rolled out in front of Chris. Still running on all four he put his hands on top of it and leapt over it without slowing down. "Watch what you're pushing!" he yelled, and then inspiration struck. "Or maybe not. Can you push something in their way?"
Posted by Chris Berg on Jun 29, 2014 11:31:47 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Mar 20, 2015 9:51:23 GMT -6
Chris turned his attention back towards the room with the hanging plastic. It seemed abandoned, but if someone was going to sneak up on him while Emily was on the second floor he wanted to be prepared. There was no movement there, instead he was left to contemplate Emily's words. Had it really been the wind carrying that scream? Maybe. Hard to tell. It had sounded as if it was nearby, but maybe his nerves were playing tricks on him.
He was still on edge. That recent association refused to leave him. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on where he'd felt the smell of death lastly. It hadn't been nearly as strong, just a hint, and it had been mingled with perfume...
He heard steps approaching him and quickly opened his eyes. Emily was back, and she'd opened the main door to let some fresh air and streetlight in. “It was just a squirrel up there. I thought encouraging it to use the door to get out would work. Guess not,” she said and shrugged. “Squirrels are stubborn.” Chris didn't answer her, he just looked over at the door and then towards the dead woman on the floor. He shivered.
Emily said that she was going to wait for the police, and that he could leave if he wanted. Right now there was nothing he wanted more, but there was still something he needed answered before he left. She reached out for his arm, trying to guide him out of the building, but when she touched him he withdrew as if he'd been burned. The unsettling feeling he'd had had earlier was back with a vengeance. He took a couple of steps into the room with the chair, not turning his back towards the dark-haired female. His eyes were large and round, catching and reflecting some of the moonlight in the darkness. She'd been kind to him. She'd helped him. But he couldn't deny his instincts anymore - they were practically screaming at him that there was something awfully, terribly wrong about her. "What... what is your mutation, Emily?" he asked with a slightly shaking voice.
Posted by Chris Berg on Jun 29, 2014 9:00:24 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Mar 20, 2015 9:51:23 GMT -6
The kid didn't answer the question right away. He met Chris' eyes with a defiant look - and when he spoke, his choice of words confirmed that he wouldn't let himself get pushed around. Chris, who'd seen him move the food earlier, could guess what was about to go down and braced for impact.
Suddenly some kind of shockwave made the man holding him stagger. Chris used the opportunity to wrestle himself loose from the man's grip - he landed crouched on the floor and got ready to sprint for the exit, but then another wave, even stronger than the previous one, pushed him off balance. He stretched out his hands and landed on the greasy floor. He wasn't the only one. All three of the nearby men had lost their balance - as Chris watched one of them got pushed into the nearby table where the family of four were sitting. They screamed and rose from their chairs, moving as far away from the chaos as possible. And chaos it was - chairs got knocked down, food was sent flying, even tables were pushed away from the kid. Chris tried to stay close to the ground, but was still hit in the back with a flying soft drink that spilled out over him.
The kid rose from his seat and Chris shakily got up on his feet - it seemed as if the force waves had stopped, for now. >>"Come on, let's get out of here," the other mutant said. Chris just nodded and started to run towards the door, navigating between the scattered food trays, knocked-down chairs and frightened customers.
The fresh air outside was a welcome change. Chris drew a deep breath, but the screams coming from inside of the fast-food joint was a reminder that they weren't out of harms way yet. The grey mutant, still soaked with Cola, gesticulated towards a nearby alley. He was weighing from foot to foot, antsy to get away. "Quickly, they'll call the police.We need to get away from here."
Posted by Chris Berg on Jun 29, 2014 5:33:31 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Mar 20, 2015 9:51:23 GMT -6
It was hard for Chris to sit still when his instincts were telling him to run, but right now that would mean giving himself away. And not just himself... He looked over at the other guy, who had started eating his taco. The kid might be a runaway, considering his somewhat worn appearance. This whole situation might be new to him. Chris felt a pang of guilt - he hadn't meant to drag anyone else into this mess. Well, this didn't need to end badly. "Just don't look at them," he whispered.
The men passed by and Chris made sure to follow his own advice. He stared right at the table, forcing himself to sit still and not make any sudden movement. His heart was beating like a hammer, though. The men walked by their table, and for a moment Chris felt relief wash over him.
Suddenly a hand grabbed his collar from behind and he was dragged up from his seat with a yelp, accidentally giving the table a kick. He stopped struggling when he met the eyes of the guy holding him; instead he just went limp with fear. The man seemed furious, and around his right forearm was a distinct, round bite-mark. The man dragged Chris even closer to his face, so he had to stand on his toes, and said in a low, triumphant voice: "I thought I recognized that stink." Chris was close to panicking, but he still tried to come up with an apology to save his skin. "I'm... sorry about before. It was a mistake." "You bit me, you little freak!" The commotion was beginning to get the attention of the other customers. The tables around them had fallen silent, and Chris could see a Taco Bell employee standing nearby, hesitant to intervene. One of the other two men put his hands on his friend's arm. "Let's take this outside." "Yeah, let's," the man agreed and then turned his attention towards the dark-haired kid. "This freak a friend o' yours, boy?" Chris shook his head quickly. "I've never seen him before. He's just-" The man holding him gave him a shake, and he fell silent. "Shut up. Wasn't asking you."
Posted by Chris Berg on Jun 28, 2014 16:42:09 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Mar 20, 2015 9:51:23 GMT -6
The kid wasn't protesting, which meant that he probably was one. He did, however, react loudly to the news that Chris was being followed. A bit too loudly. Chris made a shushing sound, desperate to get the kid to calm down. That's when he noticed that the tray with tacos that were standing on the table between them was moving forward on it's own accord. It wasn't a constant movement, more like a series of pushes that was driving the tray over the table towards Chris. He watched with fascination as the other mutant struggled to get his ability under control. Some kind of telekinetic power, perhaps?
Suddenly it felt like somebody was staring at him again. He looked to the side; at the table on the other side of the aisle a family of four sat, all of them enjoying their tacos. Except for a little girl. She couldn't have been more than three or four, and she was staring at them with round, shocked eyes. Chris turned away from her, hoping she'd go back to eating her lunch. Kids had really short attention spans, right? Hopefully she'd forget all about them right away, and not alert her parents or anything.
The telekinetic seemed to have gotten his powers under control, and now he wanted an explanation. Fair enough. "Well. It's a long story. I needed to get out of town but I was out of gas..." Suddenly, through the noise inside the fast food joint, he could hear the bell that signaled that the doors had opened. He dared to take a quick look over the shoulder, and his grey skin got even paler. Next to the door stood three men; two of them was of average height and build, while the third one was large. He was cradling his right arm. The three men didn't go to the cashier to order something, instead they seemed to be looking for something. Or someone. Chris quickly looked away from them. "It's them. Don't look. Act natural." He sank down into the booth, trying to keep himself from breathing too rapidly. Hopefully his hoodie would provide enough subterfuge. "More natural," he hissed at the guy in front of him.
