[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 - Hallway
{"Don't poke the Adder."}[/center]
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So, Wonderland wanted information on her little lost bird as well. Richard gave a slight nod of his head and tilt of his hand to indicate he heard. Turning those snake slitted eyes back to the eldest of the group. Cocking his head as he did so, a few strands of jet black hair falling into those eyes as the Adder regarded her. He mused over several ways to pop the question. The different meanings of the words. How the infamous Xavier would take them as well as those in this group. For undoubtedly this would all get back to the man. For while many regaled him a hero and others a villain. Charles Xavier was merely a man. A powerful man, but a man. He was just as guilty as Magneto in his hypocrisy and too soft-hearted from what Richard understood. But that was neither here nor there at the minute. What mattered now were sisters- lost and hopefully to be found again. [color=Olive]"Anything you can give me. Last known locations, contacts, living- dead."[/color] He muttered the last one under his breathe. Hoping it would never be so- not for Wonderland or for his own.

It was a split second later he cursed his little distraction. Quicksilver had got a running start to slam him off his feet. Sliding a few more away. He gave a snarl from where he laid. Flipping himself up to he feet once more, a kukri knife flipping out into one hand with a practiced motion. [color=Olive]"Alright. Talking's done. Dear, do not think our deal is off the table."[/color] He stated in a too calm voice to Nina as he stalked towards QuickSliver. A tad bit breathless- was all that betrayed him. His eyes dark and smile a grin of sheer bloodthirsty wonder. While Richard was many things, the foremost was a fighter. He moved with the grace of a predator- which must be a killer in bars and why he moved such. Waiting for Silver to charge him again, he prepared to shift. The minute the younger man moved, Richard would shift into a massive  indian taipan. One of the most venomous snakes in the world. His intent? To wind his muscled length around the speedster was one, but the main target was to inject his venom into the Speedster. He had always been curious as to how Pietro would react to the venom he produced. Would it hit the boy harder or leave the system faster? Taipans were known for their neurotoxin venom. Something to paralyze the muscle and clot the blood. Common among snakes. But while his venom yield would be smaller. The toxins would be worse. And this damned bastard got in his way. Malice lined every inch of his face.

[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] Brotherhood Headquarters - New York, New York - Hallway
{"Speedsters. Idiots."}[/center]
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Clever, Nina was giving them what they wanted. While they may not be able to search for the virus they could keep these two off the other's back. Glancing quickly at the woman Ayita frowned. Blood? A nose bleed? That was unusual. Though not out of their favor. Blood meant less of it in her system- less energy. Less strength, thus less of a fight. Good, this other one was going to be a handful she reckoned. Given his cocky attitude and how he had fought previously. Her chest and back still groaned, she would have bruises from the man falling on her. Blasted man was a fighter and a good one. He had let her go from their bout- and she him. But it grated at her experiences. He wanted this information. He was going easy to get it. Just as she was for the information on the virus- thing. It was a leash on him that she had never experience herself til lately. Survival didn't pull punches. 

Musing over this she prepared to strike, and watched as the business man-[i]Richard[/i]- was sent flying. She gave a quick second look as Pietro ran through the bars. Ran through-? How? She glanced at the bars more closely. Idiot speedster had ended the talk, and unleashed a predator. She knew this. However the bars- how had he gotten through them? Turning her attention back to the man, she noticed him now courting the Speedster for a fight. Very well. She did not want to deal with a man who held that knife like her mother did. With a will and know-how to use it. Turning on her heel, she lept forward shifting in the leap to that of a large wolf. Not a tiger. Not yet- she amended. She needed her head more than the brute strength. Lunging at the woman she snarled and lept upon her enemy. Fangs flashing as she went for the woman's face. Mercy was not her forte.