[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
{"NO touching my buttons."}[/center]
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[color=ForestGreen]"And what would I use this form for?"[/color] The shifter shrugged, before noticing the threat to the possibly (and most likely) deadly buttons. Ayita swatted Daemon's hand and grabbed his wrist. Forcing the said hand away from the buttons gently before she released him. Humored if slightly annoyed at his actions she rolled her eyes. A rare action for the shifter. Eyes were generally always locked on the threat or the person. Aiming a cat like swat at the Host she gives a suffering huff of air. [color=ForestGreen]"Did I not just say to leave them alone? Or do you want to argue with a bear?"[/color] Her frown turned to a feral smile. Hardly reassuring and much like the first Daemon had seen when she has asked for his help a while back. Though, it was meant in friendly jest towards him. To others... A clear warning.

Ayita glanced towards Cassandra and frowned. Guin and Pietro together? That didn't seem like a good idea. Shifting uneasily, the shifter argued whether or not to speak up about it. Guin could take her place and vice versa. There was another reason. If she went feral... Could any of that group stop the beasts that ran in her blood? Reluctant to point it out she hunched her shoulders slightly. Trying to appear smaller than she was already trying to seem. Not wanting to alarm the others with what several had noted as 'overly tall'. Her voice lapsed into the quiet voice that cut through the tight gathering of people. [color=ForestGreen]"Switch Guin and I?"[/color] She cast Allison a worried glance, covertly as she could. [color=ForestGreen]"I may need Nina's strength, if we are expecting a fight."[/color] Her eyes dropped as she tilted her head so her face was readily read. She never liked admitting she could lose it. But if they were going into the den of a beast, or several, she might need to pull out all the stops. Even that of sanity. It worried her greatly.