[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] X-Van
{"Squeak Sqeak."}[/center]
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Ayita leaned her head back as she relaxed or tried to. There wasn't much she could do at the moment and if she was honest- it bored her. Fighting wasn't her choice course of actions, but neither was sitting here doing nothing. Stuck in a van surrounded by people, who she honestly did not want to be around. Better to get this fight done and over with, she thought. Her eyes flickered close as she let out a annoyed breathe. This was irritating.

There was a nasty crack as she shifted. A mouse sitting on the seat where Ayita had been. It was not preferred- little about this situation was- but it was more comfortable than being in her human form. With little to say, and still quite able to listen, the shifter saw no reason to remain. Rubbing her face with little paws, she smoothed her short brow fur. Her nose twitching as she sniffed at the air. This was indeed better.

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=Olive][center]Richard Laine[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=Olive]Location[/color][/b] Brotherhood Headquarters - New York, New York[/center]
{"Old memories are unfaithful things. Just like I am."}
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[i]"What do you mean 'she's gone'?" His voice was a soft hiss over the chilled air.
"I mean that freak isn't here." He could still remember his mother's sneer of disgust. "She's a freak. A mutant."
The table was slammed with enough force it jarred into the wall, the window above rattling dangerously. The cabin was ill kept with bottles and grim slowly decorating the place. "You kicked her out?! When?!" His hiss was no longer that but a roar of rage. One of the few ones he had ever voiced.
"Years ago. What does it matter?"[/i]

A slim fingered hand snaked out to catch the flung coat as the Addder sauntered down the hall. His crisp business suit looking a tad out of place with this particular woman as his partner, but such was Richard. He enjoyed looking good, unless he needed to look like a bum. Even then the man tried to be a charming, cocky bum. Or whatever role he was meant to play. It was the story of his life, playing roles and forever being charming to the ladies. Case and point to the smirk he flashed Lizzie. Brought back to the here and now, Richard rubbed his jaw and chin with the other hand as he slung Lizzie's coat across his back. Those memories were old things. His drunk of a mother, slowly rotting away in her own hatred. His sister- dead or perhaps gone some dark path.

He snorted slightly at that. As if there was a darker path than the one he had taken. Assassin, hired gun, now activist for a organization run by a hypocrite. It was enough to make him laugh. But he knew the danger out there for a young girl and he cursed his mother for her misdeed. It was actually why he was here today. Why he didn't give the human guard a second look. It just wasn't worth his time to do so, and humans would pay for the mistakes they made. Preaching love and tolerance and denying it the minute it was required. Such a human thing to do.

Fools the lot of them. The man itched to pour a brandy to chase the haunts away but sighed. Turning his attention instead to his partner in actual crime. [color=Olive]"Lizzie... Darling as ever."[/color] His unshavened cheeks had that five o'clock shadow he knew was attractive to some and he didn't mind flaunting it. [color=Olive]"Don't get too excited. You might scare the poor guards. Then they'll all be singing that dratted song about ravens and writing desks."[/color] He winked cheekily. His long legs keeping pace with the eccentric woman.