[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc33ff]Guinevere Stark[/color][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/0130760e339542c002e8c193dd10788c/tumblr_ne8k3reNnF1sepx2oo4_250.gif[/img][hr][color=#cc33ff][b]Location[/b][/color]: The X-Van - New York, New York
[color=#cc33ff]{[/color][i]"There's a little gray area in there and that's where you operate."[/i][color=#cc33ff]}[/color][/center][hr][hr]	Guin knew the risks. If she hadn't been aware of them before, then she certainly should've understood them as she thought more and more about how Magneto would have to craft the virus. There was something that didn't sit quite right with her. While Magneto stole the virus samples, they had little knowledge of who would've actually made the virus. S.H.I.E.L.D. intelligence didn't put that in Magneto's skill sets. There would either be a hostage or a willing helper inside the lab - human or mutant. But she wasn't sure and decided, for one reason or another, to keep that line of thought to herself. 

	[color=#cc33ff]"Just don't tell me the odds,"[/color] Guin quipped. She then paused for a moment. [color=#cc33ff]"Aaaand...I'll pass on the group hug. We can do a crisp high five, instead."[/color] It was an expression she picked up from one of her father's old bodyguards. He had been assigned to tail her briefly when she was doing a summer program at M.I.T. a few years back. It was probably for the best that he did - there had been an active serial killer in Boston at the time. And her mother had been there. Two [i]very[/i] good reasons to have some hired muscle. [hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Lizzie Roswell[/color][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/6692c83fd1e5a009e857bd6ef047a9aa/tumblr_on1793TvWa1w6letwo1_500.gif[/img][hr][color=#00ccff][b]Location[/b][/color]: Brotherhood Headquarters - New York, New York
[color=#00ccff]{[/color][i]"Monsters don't hide underneath your bed."[/i][color=#00ccff]}[/color][/center][hr][hr]	There was a reason that Lizzie was paired up with Richard on most missions: she was immune to his charm. Her mutation provided a natural deterrent to his flirtatious ways, but beyond that, no one had ever seen Lizzie mention having sentiment for any other person. She never showed romantic interest and among some Brotherhood members, there was a debate as to whether she was an extremely private person or if there really was nothing to know. She was an enigma, even among mutants with similar mutations. While those like Rogue craved human contact and dreamed of the day where it would be possible, Lizzie disliked being touched. 

	She hardly blinked at Richard's teasings. [color=00ccff]"They rarely ever sing,"[/color] Lizzie replied. [color=00ccff]"Self inflicted amputation is just [i]slightly[/i] more common. Humans tend to enact violence more than sing, Adder."[/color] Her mutation had been the reason for her parents' death, after all. Murder-suicide. It wasn't pretty. 

	However, she [i]was[/i] bored. A slight smirk appeared on her face. [color=00ccff]"Perhaps we should see what dark secrets the guard is hiding,"[/color] Lizzie mused, twitching her fingers slightly to imply her meaning. There was a bit of a sadistic smirk on her face. Her powers, as far as she believed, had a way of bringing someone's true self to the surface - a twisted version, yet one that was somehow still true nonetheless. Turning her attention back to where she had last seen the guard, her smiled faded slightly. 

	There went the entertainment for the evening.