[hr][hr][center][h1][color=fdc68a]October Crypt[/color][/h1][img]https://s10.postimg.org/xzq5hucah/october3.gif[/img][hr][color=fdc68a]Interacting With:[/color] [@Nallore] Carolina Reed
[color=fdc68a]Location:[/color] Saranac Lake[/center][hr][hr]	October knew the possibility that they would be tested. In that situation, all they could hope for is that their abilities wouldn't have any sort of genetic basis. It would be the only thing to save them. But of course, she figured that the chance that a deviance wouldn't present itself in the DNA somehow was near nothing. But at the same time, October figured that S.H.I.E.L.D. couldn't possibly test [i]everyone[/i] they encountered in the woods. It would draw too much attention. 

	As Carolina hid the box away, October nodded, though she couldn't help but feel concerned. There was a chance that some of the other kids from the Institute would find it, taking away their chance of understanding it. But if all went well, S.H.I.E.L.D. would let them be and move on, allowing them to take the box and run to somewhere more secluded to examine it for a few hours. 

	[color=fdc68a]"No suggestions that would end without bloodshed,"[/color] October responded, a slight chill in her voice. The chill then disappeared, as October glanced at Carolina with fondness. [color=fdc68a]"I take it you are not comfortable with death."[/color] She felt slightly nervous, doing her very best to dampen her abilities, yet her hands were warming rapidly. She bit her lip slightly, attempting to adjust them back to a normal body temperature, but it was largely unsuccessful. 

	[color=fdc68a]"I have a cousin, Mercurial--she loves being tested. She'd get a kick out of this,"[/color] October mentioned, perhaps a bit randomly. S.H.I.E.L.D.'s flashlights had reached the girls, illuminating them in the dark. There was no turning back.