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[h2][color=#FE2160]Nyt Årud[/color][/h2]
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[b][u]Location[/u][/b]: Rundown Motel; New York City.
[b][u]Interacting with[/u][/b]: [color=99ccff]Edwina[/color] - [@Morose].
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	Nyt grinned at her companion, ever quick with her wit and even funnier comebacks, as she pulled the cheetah-woman away from the door.  She motioned for Edwina to tie her up and as she quickly set to work on bounding their enemy, she focused on silencing the room from the outside.  The woman was breathing hard, obviously stunned that she was taken down by a rather frail-looking set of girls.  That was her first mistake: underestimating the lone survivors of a massacre that should have never happened.  Something in the alien had clicked, finally understanding the flight or fight responses that came so naturally to humans.  Her own people were peaceful, her sister once said, so the urge to fight didn’t come until absolutely necessary.
	Luckily, Nyt had grown up with a vast number of brothers who insisted she learn to fight and parents who nurtured her mind.  The only thing she truly missed out on was the studying of her abilities and how to control them.  It was something her father decided to study up on late into his life, even now as news of their presumed deaths made their ways to their remaining relatives.  She hated to think her parents would think she was actually dead, but it had to be done: they weren’t safe otherwise.
	Once Edwina secured the prisoner, she pulled the blade away so she could stand by her friend’s side, her arms cross with the dagger still in her hand.  “[color=FE2160]If you really knew us, you wouldn’t have come.  You would have just came to this piece of shit motel and lied that you killed us,[/color]” Nyt started, her voice trembling with emotion; even now, she could still see Jenny’s lifeless eyes.  “[color=FE2160]We would like to know [i]why[/i] we’re still being hunted.[/color]”
	The woman spit at them, missing marginally but still epically gross, “Fuck you!”  Nyt shook her head and stuck the dagger in her shoulder blade.  The woman tried to scream but Nyt was quick to silence her with her powers, letting the vibrations fall flat anytime she tried to speak.
	“[color=FE2160]Why?[/color]” she yelled this time, twisting the dagger.