[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=ForestGreen][center]Ayita Dyrkin[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=ForestGreen]Location[/color][/b] Hanson Power Plant
{"Monsters aren't usually in the skin of a beast. Far too often they wear the skin of Man."}[/center]
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Rolling her shoulders, Ayita stood as the Blackbird landed. It really was a necessary evil to fly encased in metal and shielded from the wind. Working a crink from her neck, she glanced at Marygold with wary eyes. Knowing full well the form she intended to use in both reporting and watching she expected the woman to be a tad dubious of it, but it's eyes were sharp and the form common. With the added bonus of the fact it would be simple to speak in simple terms in it. Though she did respect Marygold for not dismissing her-
 abilities nor mocking them. More so than just recon if she was in the sky she could help where she was needed. They would loose their eyes but also have a emergency assistance. One she doubted the Brotherhood would see coming. But doubt or not, it was best to expect being expected. [color=ForestGreen]"When I come in to report. Raise up your arm and brace yourself. Shifting is not..."[/color] Ayita's voice rose so the entire group could hear. It was rather imperative they did not panic in the last seconds of a landing. Her feet would have rather sharp talons, as for the not turning back... She looked towards the sky, tilting her head. It was painful to shift, something they could possibly guess. It was why she did it so rarely and preferred the form in which the hurt was reduced. Needless to say that form was not human.

Shaking her head at Allison and the S.H.E.I.L.D. member with that funny watch, she stepped towards the Blackbird's exit. [color=ForestGreen]"Do not take easy for granite."[/color] She commented softly, her amber eyes turning black. Pain filled them as feathers burst from her skin. It was not clean. Shifting broke skin, bone, veins and organs. If she had a ounce of less practice at it she would scream from it. But her time spent in the wilderness had taught her silence was indeed a virtue. Ayita did give a squawk of relief as she finished. It was a form she often took, so the change was quicker than most. Spreading ebony wings, the raven took flight with a cackle. It's talons flashing out to snatch at the funny watch and purposefully missing as she darted from the aircraft. It was in the nature of a raven to taunt and 'play'. Just as it was their nature to be thieves of shiny things. Ayita adhered to these instincts that flooded her avian veins. However different they were from her normal self. Beating he wings once, twice. She soared towards the plant and her scouting, landing every so often. Searching for the thermals of air to use the currents as a surfer might a wave. Still watching the plant and the grounds about.