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 Artair Hawke on Oct 19, 2017 4:29:33 GMT -6
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Ignoring any outside voices he surged forward, fighting agaisnt the water which seemed to rise and surge to stop him, swelling up around his knees and up towards his thighs. Sounds which were muted before went all but silent compared to the smashing waves all around him. Each step was laboured, each movement slowed and energy consuming. And yet every step took him closer towards the unseen threat, closer to the rising water which set his heart pounding like a sledgehammer.
Then the scream ripped through the air, cutting through all the confused noise around him. Oh God, the mother was down, splashing in the water as something was crawling over her. There was no way Artair could get her in time to stop it, he was already so far ahead and the current was swirling around him. He'd only get dragged away! He couldn't just stand and watch but there was nothing he could do! The sea, it was just too strong, too big to fight.
Staring dumbly, his scars burning with the flood of memories, his construct flickered out as the sword slid from his shaking hands. Pain. so much pain flared through him, dragging him further and further from the moment. Words failed, mind clouded. Then he looked up.
Things, from the deepest nightmares were dragging themselves through a tear across the sky. Faces, eyes and more horrifying and unknowable shapes writhed behind the breach, all of them grinding agaisnt each other in an effort to come into their world.
No, no, no no no no no.....They were the cause, they were pulling the waters up to them. They were the ones trying to drown him in the black sea around him. But there had to be more. Someone was helping them, letting them into the world. He'd grown up with all the oldest legends, stories darker and more dangerous than the children's ones others learnt from the crib. It was hard, so damn hard to think with the fear pulsing through him but he managed. Teased out the reason amongst the madness. It was Samhain, the walls were thin. Thin enough for the right, or wrong person in this case, to invite all sorts of horrors in.
The children! They were the key. Their tormentor was gathering them, pulling them in for some sordid purpose. Spinning, he forced his way on. It stung hard to abandon people but if this wasn't stopped everyone could die.
Slogging forward he finally saw it. The raised metals bars and equipment of the playground surround with a sea of small figures. And there, right in the middle was the only adult around.
"You, this is all you." At that point he couldn't tell which language he was speaking in but it didn't matter. He finally had a target. "You're the crazy b---- calling them through."
Posted by Artair Hawke on Oct 15, 2017 16:29:57 GMT -6
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Oh yeah, he had so many pockets in his b----- kilt. Oodles of rooms to store a phone, his wallet, emergency rations and a damn umbrella for good measure. Seriously some people and their daft questions. Thank God Mister walking stereotype had one, he couldn't see. Because of course he couldn't. Any other time he'd have been intrigued by an unusual mutation with restrictions, now however, it was just one more thing to add to the s--- pile that was that evening.
Which meant his move to prepare for the worst had to be misunderstood, the mother screeching at him like a banshee and nearly shaking his control enough to drop the construct altogether. "Jesus f---ing Christ woman you ever heard of being ready for anything. We are in a pretty dangerous situation in case you haven't forgotten. Maybe, just maybe I'm trying to make sure we don't get jumped by lord know's what with our trousers down." Who the hell did this person think he was? Did she really think he was about to start hacking people apart just like that. In front of a kid. What the hell kind of stuff had she seen to make her assume people were like that!?
And that damn sound was louder! There was no way they'd gotten that close to the ocean without noticing and yet there it was. Crashing waves, close enough he could almost smell the salt on the air, feel the waves lapping at his feet. Wait, no that wasn't his imagination, glancing down there was water swelling back and forth around his boots. High enough to go above his ankles.
No. no, no, no, no. Not that. Anything but that. Artairs heart hammered hard in his chest, palms went sweaty and breathing rate rocketed. He couldn't drown. Not now, not here.
Meanwhile, while they'd managed to wander right into low tide and a panic attack was threatening fire hands got upset. Was it seriously the time when the tide was coming in and they were smack bang in it's way. Looking up he was greeted by something possibly worse than the tide. Children, shambling along towards some unseen goal. Children. Like the one with them. Moving mindlessly and with some very evil looks on their faces.
The string of swearing that left his mouth probably started in English but at some point it shifted to Gaelic and didn't stop. This cloud, this damn nightmarish place was messing with kids minds.
Growling out a response, "Guess we have a direction then. Follow me or don't but I'm f---ing ending this before they get hurt." Without waiting for any input he was marching in the direction the kids were moving, feet splashing in the water.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Oct 13, 2017 11:53:49 GMT -6
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They had the front man, the lass and her child were obviously taking the safest place in the middle so that left the back. Which the friendly neighborhood demon quickly took as his own place. Frowning slightly, he wasn't entirely pleased with having an unknown and suspicious person covering everyone's back but he made a good point. If he was stuck in the middle chances are he couldn't let loose with his power and fire sounded very appealing in the darkness. Turning his gaze back to the woman, "Sounds fair to me, guess I'm in the middle with you. Anything happens get behind me. I can cover us."
It seemed recently he was always on shield duty but hey, he was pretty damn good at it. Being able to stop attacks to the more vulnerable people was a solid plan too and without knowing the extent of the others power he couldn't be sure if they were up to the task.
In other circumstances their rather odd looking party would be laughable but joy seemed a long way off when faced with the almost living blackness surrounding them. Worse still sounds were distorted. Footsteps too quiet and distant for how near they were to each other, distant echoes of unseen things and worse, he could swear under it all he could hear water. A lot of it. He wasn't that close to the river was he? Or had this thing moved them around the city?
Trying to ignore the distant sound and the light splashing his feet made on the rain soaked ground they came to the intersection. "Don't look at me, I'm definitely not a local. If you say it's wrong I'm not gonna argue."
F***ing perfect. They weren't just stuck in a weird cloud of somethingness, they were lost inside of it. Getting further away from the real world with each step. Fear and anger battled for control which just frayed at his already short temper. "My call is we say f*** it and just choose a direction. We'll either hit a building and be able to follow that up the street or find whatever it is that's doing this."
He did hope whatever, or whoever, was causing this was listening. The Scot wasn't a fan of being messed with, worse he wasn't happy about a kid being dragged into this mess. If they did find the source of this mess he was going to have a few choice words for them.
While the rest debated he drew the sword again, this time drawing his focus in for longer and forcing the construct around the prop. It was tough, and he still hadn't quiet gotten the trick down if he needed it quick but damn was it useful. Expelling a deep breath and throwing the energy into it, he made a psychic sword around the one in his hand.
A couple of experimental swings and he was satisfied it wasn't about to shatter. Like last time. The weapon wasn't perfect, way bulkier than a normal sword would be and a little heavier but it was more energy efficient than a pure construct. Artair had a feeling he'd need the extra time.
The man was way to friendly by half given the situation. That meant he was either responsible for this, or a complete moron. Chances are it'd be the later, only so much evil in the world. Stupid was everywhere. However, none of that matter because there was a child in danger and for better or worse, Artair wasn't going to leave them to the mercy of the rolling darkness.
Before he could respond to either of the adult people they had another friend wandering in from the mist. A cowboy. Like spurs and everything cowboy. That was new. It might be Halloween but this one looked like the real deal. Spoke like one too, given the southern accent. The Scot couldn't place it though, his ear for American dialects was still pretty inexperienced. Not that accents really matter at that point, having another person should be good. If he wasn't also a suspect.
The southern certainly was a big guy, well built and had that look of a brawler but something about him rang a bell. Artair was sure he'd seen him somewhere but he just couldn't place the face with the outfit and distortion effect playing across everything. Plus from the eyes he could probably see far better than anyone else there. Nodding a greeting and letting the other two take care of the speaking and planning he let the weapon in his mind slip, saving his focus for a better time. They were safe, for now at least. No point wasting energy yet.
Raising an eyebrow at the strange couple, as well as the 'this universe' comment he kept his mouth shut until there was a break between the upset mother and all too smarmy seeming demon-man person. "Aye, I can see the sense in sticking together. Whatever's doing this is probably dangerous and I b-----y doubt this is all it has to throw around." Something about the damp, clinging darkness spoke of things to come, "Don't worry lass. I can see you and your wee lassie out here safe, for what that's worth."
Turning and addressing their brand new cowboy, "What about you lad? If I'm right about those eyes you can see more than I can at least. You OK leading the vanguard?" Artair didn't expect anything from him in the comment, but to the currently blue painted warrior it made the most sense to put the person who could look the best at the front.
Leaving the question in the air, he rested his hand back on the pommel of the prob. That was real, at least. Something solid in this walking dream. Well and he could make it pretty deadly if need be. Thank god for magic brain knives.
Slowing as he got closer to the shadowy figures, the sense of unease mounted. What if they were responsible? What if they had some part in this darkness? Worse what if they had been affected by whatever the hell was happening? Drawing the plastic sword, he knew it was a pretty useless gesture, it'd hardly do damage. But the familiar weight was comforting.
A few more steps forward, something about the sound being off to him, and the forms resolved into more than than just the two he'd guessed of. A mother and daughter, that much was obvious from the costumes, and a skeleton man. Or most of one at least, he'd apparently shed some costume pieces after the fog had passed over them. Oh and he red skin. Like a demon. And wings. Like a demon. Now Artair wasn't particularly superstitious or religious, but with the very weird events happening and the appearance of someone straight out of the bible, well he couldn't help but be suspicious. True, he was probably just an ordinary mutant with some rather interesting physical features but with the date, the time and what was happening, well the Scot wasn't taking chances.
Forming a weapon in his mind just in case he took a last couple of steps until he stood maybe ten feet from them. "Aye, you could say that. This normal round here or something just a wee bit new?" He tried to be friendly, for the kids sake if nothing else but frankly he was way to on edge for it to come out as anything but stony. With the accent and costume, probably not the best first impression.
"You get any idea where this came from? Not that directions mean much right now but still, any info would help." He wasn't sure quite how it would help, or what he'd do with that information if they had it but logical questions were easy. Gave him something to focus on rather than the damp, oppressive darkness.
Noting the wide eyed little uns' curious glances and obvious fear, he belted the fake sword back on. It probably didn't help the somewhat fierce look he had going and the man had a bit of a soft spot for frightened children. "Bonnie costumes you and your lassie have," he started trying to put the mood at ease. Artair wasn't a people person but even he could tell she wasn't quite his biggest fan right now. Nothing quite as dangerous as a scared mother in a weird, possibly dangerous situation.
Glancing over his shoulder to confirm a few suspicions, the way back was completely black. The rolling darkness sending minor alarm up his spine. "Well I'd say you could head that way," indicating the direction he'd come in to the pair, "If you wanted to leave but, well I can't say it's actually the way out now."
Artair didn't really understand Halloween. It wasn't really done back home and he'd been a little too focused on school and, well not dying, to have a chance to go to a party. Now that he was in his second year and gotten an invite to a proper Halloween bash, he'd gone all out on the costume. Some people might accuse him of playing to a stereotype, others that he must be freezing but frankly he relished the chance to try out the Pictish outfit. After all, it was still way too warm in the city for him so having an excuse to not wear a shirt was awesome.
And he got to wander the streets with a prop sword without any funny looks. That was also cool.
One thing he hadn't accounted for though was already drunk people who kept trying to flip his kilt. Like he would actually not be wearing underwear. Seriously could people not keep their hands to themselves? One even got annoyed with him when he started swearing, like he was the b----- bad guy! Thankfully the close he got to where the party was taking place, the less people he was encountering on the street. Still the occasional parent and child, the later of which always whisper excitedly to their chaperone. Those he had a smile for.
Rounding a corner and seeing the park, he knew he was only a couple of minutes away. Good, a strong drink and some mindless fun was what he needed after the past couple of months. Just a bit of stress free socialising and drinking.
Which meant of course it couldn't be that easy. No, nothing could go right for the Scot could it. There just had to be a creepy wave of darkness washing out of the Park. There just had to be something going wrong. There just had to be screaming.
Swearing viciously and crossing the road he stepped into the darkness. It, it was hard for him to explain the feeling of it. It was, oppressive, cold, muted. Like everything was under a layer of water. Suppressing his better instincts he moved a little further in, spotting a pair of silhouettes and moving towards them.
It was hard to not be impressed by the sheer impressiveness of the tech on display. It was one thing hearing of it, seen a couple recordings from others training sessions but standing in it's middle was something else entirely. Being in training room one moment, the city the next was more than a little disorientating. Or it would have been if a very creepy voice didn't pierce through the wonder.
Crazy people. It was always crazy people wasn't it. In this case, a program of one with very big robot friends. "Well s---, META's." Artair had heard of them, even seen a couple of them around the city but not this close and not with them very firmly looking at him. Didn't like them, not just the fact they seemed to have been programed by a complete moron but the broader idea behind them. They were weapons aimed directly at people who's crime was being different.
Oh god they even had glowing red eyes. It was like he'd stepped into some strange movie from his childhood. This was going to be fun!
Four of them, two big, two smaller. Probably had thick armour, chances are he wasn't going to be able to pierce them with anything short of a max power crossbow bolt. So he had two options. Hit their weak points, try and damage whatever exposed wires etc he could. Or, he could use a blunt weapon. One of those possibilities was certainly much more appealing to him. Artair was definitely in a mood to hit something hard. Focusing on a couple of weapons, he gave Devon a glance out of the corner of his eye. "How you want to play this? I more than up for front line work, got a couple of plans going."
If he could, he'd rather leave the quicker ones for Devon. Sure he could fight them but he'd have to sacrifice power to keep up with their speed. Frankly that just sounded like it would drag the fight out longer than needed. "I think I can keep the big'uns occupied, maybe even damage their movement enough to make them less of a threat. You good with the little guys?"
Looks like they didn't have long to make up their mind, the sentinels were already closing, with their smaller allies circling to flank. Nasty strategy. Focus too much on one front and get blindsided from another. Too bad he could defend more than one angle. Pulling a tower shield out, setting it to cover his left, he could feel the hammer in his mind begging to be released.
"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do this mate. Let's see what these things can really do."
Posted by Artair Hawke on Sept 28, 2017 14:35:07 GMT -6
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He left the comment hang. Plans almost never went perfectly in his experience. He was just being prepared for when something went wrong, the better to be mentally prepared of course. Expecting the worst meant you weren't caught off guard. Much.
Committing the name to memory and softly speaking it a couple of times to get the inflections right, he grinned at her suggestion for his own name. "It would certainly be fitting but I can't do a Russian accent to save my life and unfortunately my American one is still a wee bit weak." Running through a couple suitable ones in his head, he settled on a standard name, hard to trace and impossible to place.
Dropping into a standard English accent, "Just call me David Fletcher. It's common enough to not raise many eyebrows." he would have been worried about it being too common, therefore standing out but the levels of paranoia were just not with him in that moment. That and at an illegal arms deal, chances are not many questions were going to be asked.
They were close now, pretty much at the point of no return. "You ready Miss Nikolayeva? Anything else you want to tell me before we go in?"
Posted by Artair Hawke on Sept 20, 2017 14:50:15 GMT -6
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Nodding to her statement, it made sense. After all they were just there for info and as much as he hated the idea of more guns getting into a gangs hands they just didn't have the numbers to do anything about it then and there. Information was the important thing, as long as they walked out they had more on the people they were dealing with. Plus as a bodyguard he had a decent excuse for eyeing up their guns and generally being on edge so it'd be easy to mask any of his tenseness in the moment.
"Can't argue with that, the fighting comes later." He would have preferred to be involved in an op that required more, confrontational methods but recon was just an important. "But then when does anything ever go to plan ey?" The jokes were to mostly keep his own mind calm than to entertain his partner.
"What name did you give them by the way? And will I need a pseudonym or do the guards not tend to get asked who they are?" The less talking he had to do the better. Sure he could do a decent English accent and a pretty convincing lowland Scottish one but his American one sucked. Badly. His own was pretty uncommon so he'd have to fake one but even a UK one would be noticeable.
"I was picking bits of it out my skin for days. Got to say I was not expecting how strong the crossbow was but jesus it's a monster." Take bow limbs stronger than steel and the power get's scary high, even for a medieval weapon. He'd seriously thought the construct had blown when the bolt shattered but no, nothing quite so dramatic as that. Thankfully.
"And I will, some range in my repertoire seems a good idea, actually be able to cover people for a change." Keeping people back was always kind of an issue for the Scot, as well as handling those annoying types that kept back and hurled whatever weird thing their power let them conjure up.
Drones, they had that? God the place was handy for training. Cutting loose agaisnt people wasn't an option but something like a target bot? This was going to be so much fun.
"I am up for that, give me something a wee bit challenging. I want to see how much I can push myself. Plus seems a good idea to get a feel for how our powers interact as a pair. Get a hang of how we can cover each others weaknesses." His was obvious, range but what was Devon's? What little he'd seen the guy had some decent power but did the lightning only work outside? Could he summon up a decent gust inside or were his stymied a little in enclosed spaces?
All very important if they ever teamed up again.
The matter at hand though, was training. The fun kind for once. Time to really see what he could do. "I'm ready when you are, just tell me when."
Posted by Artair Hawke on Sept 1, 2017 11:24:43 GMT -6
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Docks it was, he knew the general direction to go in, even without any experience on the city roads. Surely the closer he got the more road signs for that area he'd find anyway.
Setting of, the journey itself was pretty boring, Artair divided most of his time between watching the roads like a hawk and going over weapons in his head. Keeping the forms fresh and ready would be a boon in a tight situation, like walking into a weapon dealers den without any tools or physical weapons on hand. He was loathe to reply solely on his power, given Svetlana's lack of offensive abilities.
Her power, frankly it scared the hell out of him. Some mutants wandering around were strong, like city destruction strong and the idea of them getting a hand person shaped boost was bad. Really bad.
Worse he was terrified she could make him lose control of his power, hurting people by accident. It wasn't like his was friendly at the best of times but not being able to rein them in? How could anyone deal with that?
Taking another turn in what he assumed was the right direction he glanced back in the mirror. "Since you're running the lead I'm guessin' you have experience dealing with organised crime. Anything I should be on the look out for in particular?"
Posted by Artair Hawke on Aug 29, 2017 13:30:10 GMT -6
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Letting her get the frustrations and fears out he just sat there, holding her gently. It wasn't a person who'd done this, who could hurt someone so much and think in their twisted head it was a form of love. It was the actions of a twisted monster, not a person anymore. Artairs people didn't remember much about their culture or history but there was always a common thread. Monster's were to be fought, resisted.
Destroyed.
"You mind getting her back to the infirmary lad, I need to clear my head. Get a handle on some things." The anger was tightly wound up inside him and it tinged everything he said. It was all he could do to stop himself tearing into the brickwork with his bare hands. "Lass, Derek with see you back OK? I'll be close by don't worry." Nodding towards his friend to lead her off, he stayed seated. Thinking, contemplating. What the hell was he going to do? In his state killing the man wasn't just a possibility, it was a certainty. Someone needed to rein the situation in, rein in Derek from losing himself.
Artair couldn't do it, christ it'd be pure hypocrisy for him to try.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Aug 29, 2017 13:20:26 GMT -6
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"Gotta be a pretty poor excuse for a man who'd let ya die lass. I'm just doing what's right, that's all. Doesn't make me heroic or good, just moral." One thing he was proud of was his ability to stick to his guns, stand by his moral compass come hell or high water. Only issue is his moral compass didn't exactly line up with most of societies. "But I get what you're saying, I'll keep it in mind."
Freaked out? A little, that evil little voice in his head was finally back, whispering it's poison. Strange that after everything, the worrying the life threatening fights and the stalker incident, it was seeing the bairns that did it. "It's tough lass, I honestly don't know how I feel. I do care about you, and them for that matter, but you need more than just that." Deserved more than that too, no doubt or misgivings for the future. "I'll need to do some soul searching, get my head in order and then we'll talk about it OK?"
"Now that I can do." Simple tasks were good right now, took away his mind from more pressing issues and made him focus. Plus, food. Food was good.
Offering a hand, it didn't take them long to get her comfily back in her room. "I know hospital food is hardly a treat, trust me but try to eat as much as you can. You'll need to energy." With hard birth's eating was usually the last thing a new mother wanted to do but it was the best way to build up strength again. That and sleep, plenty of it and as often as you could.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Aug 25, 2017 9:03:40 GMT -6
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Figured they'd want to disarm him, but that was good. They'd think they had the upper hand in that case, be a little less careful around him. Any advantage in case of a fight was good to him, protecting someone as valuable as this lass. "Sounds fair but I should take some weapons for them to remove off me. Be a bit suspicious for a guard to have nothing on him."
Belting on a baton and collapsible staff, he eyed the car a little warily. "Aye I can, but it's been a while. Not much city driving practice back home." Or in the hospital really. They tended to frown on surgery patients leaving the ward.
Dropping his sports bag in the trunk and gesturing to the back seat, he moved to the drivers. Thank god she'd gotten a stick shift though, Artair had never actually driven an automatic and it wasn't the best time to start now.
"Where's this meeting then?" If he was driving, knowing where they were going might be helpful.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Aug 19, 2017 14:05:17 GMT -6
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Pretending to be weapon buyers? The outfit suddenly made more sense now actually, she looked the part of Russian Mafia woman but he was feeling distinctly under dressed in his normal street clothes. "Sounds good, I guess I'm along to act the part of bodyguard, or play the part if it all goes tits up. I do think I'll need a wardrobe change though, not quite to intimidating gang member looking like this."
Thank God he'd had the good sense to stash a few change of clothes at Haven for if he needed something else on a mission and he had just the one for the job. "Give me a few minutes and I'll be right back."
Retrieving the plain black suit and white shirt took no time and changing into them took no time. One look in the mirror proved he at least looked the part now, but there was no way he was wearing a tie. Way to easy a target for someone to grab in a fight. The only thing he kept from his previous outfit were the thick steel-toe capped boots. They were too useful to forgo.
"This look alright? And will they expect me to be armed or disarmed when walking into this kind of deal?" Armed was preferable. First because it made his life so much easier in a fight and second because they'd underestimate him when they saw normal weapons.
