[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
{"Down to the Deep."}[/center]
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Ayita closed her eyes and sighed as the van fell into a clamor of voices. Opening them again, she resumed watch on the buttons and frowned deeply. Chemicals were not her forte, but she was a fighter. A hunter. Her amber eyes flickered to Guin as the Stark spoke. Her face paling slightly. She may not be over knowledgeable in this, but what Guin was describing. It was a plague. A purge. Ayita suppressing a shiver of fear. To wipe out a entire species was a fools gamble. She hadn't studied much of the human spectrum of the world but she knew if you took out the wolf the elk would overwhelm the plains. Take out the elk- the wolves starved. Applying this to mutants and humans...

Some would survive- become immune. But they would come back with a vengeance that would be justified. She clenched her hands, this had turned from a slightly difficult situation to a mess. A utter mess! She longed to flee to mountain and forest. To never set foot among mutant and human again if it allowed her to avoid this. But not yet. Not for the first time did she curse herself a fool for forming attachments to some of the people about her. It was worrisome. Giving a deep growl she shifted her shoulders. Feeling like she wanted to pounce on this problem.