[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Dean Kesseli[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/8s0nlf9b5/original.gif[/img][hr][color=0072bc][b]Location:[/b][/color] Stark Tower - Top Level (Floor 93): Main Area ---> Home Theater Room[/center][hr][hr]	Dean stared at Aspen, wondering what was going through her mind - she seemed like she was off her ADHD medication or something. In the few minutes that she had decided to make her presence known, she had played the harmonica, floated up into the air, asked to go to the training room, asked for ice cream, and then lectured them all on not fighting with each other. He wasn't annoyed by her - instead, he was slightly concerned for her mental wellbeing. Maybe it was just the stress of everything. [color=0072bc]"Huh, twin telepathy...I guess that can be real..."[/color] Dean mused. 

	He then glanced over at Damon. While Lance was going for the approach of calming him down, Dean saw the way those tattoos were bulging and he couldn't help but panic slightly. He knew there were holding facilities somewhere, where they had put Folly when she had a breakdown, but he didn't know what floor. Going at full speed, he grabbed Damon and took him to the nearest open room, shutting the door behind him and dragging the couches to make a makeshift barricade. It'd mean he was stuck inside with Damon, but he figured he'd be able to dodge anything the tattoos sent his way. [color=0072bc]"This work for you, man?"[/color] he asked, looking at him. 

	He regretted slightly leaving Carolina behind - but she could defend herself. She was stronger than he was anyways. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a64dff]Folly Valeska[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/fih4usjld/kacey-rohl-gif-12.gif[/img][hr][color=a64dff][b]Location:[/b][/color] Jakobsen for President Campaign Center: Jakobsen's Office[/center][hr][hr]	Folly frowned slightly, taking in the information. That wasn't how she remembered it - Alcie was still a little girl in the future. A destructive one, but cute and adorable and tiny all the same. For her to be born now, she'd be roughly half a decade older than she had expected. She scrunched up her face lightly before it occurred to her, causing Folly to remember a conversation she had had almost a century prior, when traveling to the past to meet one of her ancestors by accident, John Fairfax. [i]"The butterfly effect, despite the beauty of its name...it can have consequences, Amiyra."[/i]

	[color=a64dff]"Butterflies..."[/color] Folly whispered, noticing that Future Pietro seemed to be especially angry and she understood why. Most people in their shelter adored little Alcie Jakobsen. It was always nice to have children around, no matter how terrible the outside world. Yet Folly began to formulate a plan. She only truly cared if Mary was still alive to tell the tale, not if anyone else was. If she needed to hold a knife to the throat of Jakobsen's fiancée and force him to drop out of the race, so be it. 

	Her crazed mind ignored the ramifications of it, having been without her medication for some time now. She glanced over at Mary, making a silent vow. When Jakobsen left the office to go to his home, she would follow him from a distance. And the moment she was able to strike, she'd make her move. Talking wasn't going to save their future anyways - and if Alcie Jakobsen was the price of saving Mary's life, she would take it. Marygold had been so kind to her when she was at the mansion. She could finally repay her. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cc33ff]Guin Stark[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s14.postimg.cc/obuzgz2dt/arrow418-4.gif[/img][hr][color=cc33ff][b]Location:[/b][/color] Jakobsen for President Campaign Center: Jakobsen's Office[/center][hr][hr]	As Jakobsen was distracted with the phone call, Guin discretely removed the device that had been attached to his computer, slipping it into her pocket. J.A.R.V.I.S. had been uploaded into the systems by that point and the information should be transmitted back to Stark Tower shortly. Of course, that process would take time, but the device didn't need to be there anymore to ensure it proceeded. Removing it was just one way to cover their tracks. And once J.A.R.V.I.S. had found everything he needed, he was programmed to delete any trace that he had been there. There were occasions where Guin couldn't imagine how her grandfather had functioned without A.I. - this was one of them. 

	[color=cc33ff]"Maybe we should leave guys and tell FoxNews about how his fiancée is pregnant out of wedlock,"[/color] Guin suggested. She knew that the press could be awful - she still found the occasional article about how she apparently was still doing drugs. Her mother - Maddie - hardly made matters better, going around claiming that Pietro was forcing himself on her and that she was brainwashed. [color=cc33ff]"I'm sure they'd love that - and hell, if we let Seth Meyers know ahead of time, I'm sure he can include it in his [i]Ya Burnt![/i] segment."[/color] And as much as Nina annoyed and infuriated her to no end, she was making a decent argument - not that Jakobsen would listen to it.

	Her eyes had flickered over to Muscles, noticing the sudden anger coming from him. She tried to rationalize it and came to the conclusion that he was likely angry that Jakobsen's kid would be safe and happy, while his own children would be in peril and hunted. Even though he wasn't her Pietro, she couldn't help but try to calm him down, standing on her toes and kissing his cheek softly. He seemed to calm down slightly, but he was still glaring at Jakobsen. [color=cc33ff]"What's wrong?"[/color] she whispered. 

	[color=A6C1C3]"It's nothing...Don't worry,"[/color] Muscles replied softly, still glaring at Jakobsen. 

	[color=cc33ff]"You look like you suddenly hate him a lot more than you did a moment ago..."[/color]

	[color=A6C1C3]"Don't worry. Just some bad memories."[/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"Alright..."[/color] she whispered, certain her future self would have known what to say. [color=cc33ff]"Anything I can do to help?"[/color]

	[color=A6C1C3]"No."[/color]

	Her face fell slightly and she returned her attention to Jakobsen. He was an awful and cruel man, but he knew how to sell himself to the people that mattered: the voters. If he was elected as President, he couldn't be indicted. The best would be impeachment and even then, the jury was really the American public - the people that would dial in and tell their senators how they wanted them to vote. Guilt tripping him wasn't going to work. If it was, then the future could have been averted easily. Why send back so many trained fighters if talking was the solution? At least with the information J.A.R.V.I.S. was getting, they could expose him. 

	[color=7ea7d8][i]Ово је моја најгора ноћна мора, желим само да побегнем и не морам да се бавим Вандомом или мојим оцем...[/i][/color] Guin jumped slightly, spinning around and expecting to see Pietro there but no one was there. Her eyes were wide and she started to panic internally. No one else seemed to have heard that. She hadn't felt a gust of wind or anything. Had she really been spending too much time around him? Was she going insane and losing her mind? Or maybe it was just stress from Jakobsen trying to kill all mutants, having learned within the past year and a half that she herself was one... [i][color=cc33ff]Okay, if it happens again I will tell Dad...[/color][/i] she promised herself, though she felt a little jumpy still. It had sounded so real...Was she finally paying for the drugs she had done as a teen?