[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] Xavier's Institue - Outskirts of New York
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Both the tiger instinct and the woman were just staring at Guin. Both holding the mental look of a confused and slightly terrified creature. Which upon a tiger was a interesting face. Apparently her words hadn't exactly comforted Ayita. Just moments before she had been staring mentally in disgust at herself for enjoying the feel of someone stroking her luxurious fur. Beautiful as she was, she was still a giant cat! A terrifying predator! Who was she kidding, Ayita gave a displeased look at the van as she shook her head vehemently in the negative. All faith was out the window. Nope, no, hell no.

She was not getting into that blasted, black box of death. There would be a hyper speedster, one who already [i]liked[/i] chaos and couldn't be trusted! Guin, who was talking like she was planning on something blowing up. Two unknowns, something she never liked. Toss in they were going into a city and mixing in chemicals. Ayita stood up. Her ears pinned back as she gave a groaned growl. A moan of dispair for her human form. Lashing her long stripped tail back and forth while turning about she plodded towards the door. Shoving Allison along ahead of her via sheer muscled shoulders and head. Survival right now over some crazed van with a volume for a manual and the very tall possibility to blow up. Ayita wanted to hunt, not turn into a Crisped Frosted Flake. Nor was Allison for that matter. Ayita grumbled at the fact she had a bit of a heart. A small shred of humanity. Enough that she wanted to help, but that black box of death was not looking tempting.