[h1][b][i][color=goldenrod][center]Nina van Essenhout[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]

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[sub][color=goldenrod]Location: The Facility[/color][/sub]
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Nina's normally steadfast focus was broken as Pietro caused a commotion - only this time, it was a highly useful one. Noticing as he left her field of view, Nina's eyes widened as she saw him reappear behind the bars that locked the group in momentarily, before he shot forward towards Laine. How did he get past the bars? Had he just run so fast that matter itself had just morphed around him? While Nina was no expert in physics, this seemed unlikely... view whipping back to Laine (Now looking severely pissed off), and Wonderland. 

[i][color=goldenrod]"Of course! This one deals in illusions... and now in messing with Quicksilver's mind, she's ruined it for everyone else."[/color][/i] Nina thought, watching as the bars dissolved before her. How could she have been so easily fooled? Cursing herself silently, Nina watched on as Laine advanced on a blind Pietro, and Ayita launched herself at Wonderland, fangs and all. For now, Nina couldn't trust herself to do anything. Ayita may not be able to distinguish friend from foe in this enraged form, and with Pietro clearly not being able to see the others, getting involved with his scuffle with Laine could be potentially fatal. Though, Laine's potential to cooperate was something to keep in mind.

[color=goldenrod]"Damon! Have your tattoo creatures ready - Ayita could fall to a hallucination at any time, but they'll hopefully be immune to that one's powers. If Ayita loses it, I'll keep her off you and Pietro as much as I can."[/color] She instructed Damon quietly, placing her knife back in it's sheath and bending her knees slightly, ready to spring into action. [color=goldenrod]"Just make sure you take our magician friend down. She's the most dangerous one here.[/color] Off the top of her head, Nina tried to recall what exact strength a wolf had... and if their fangs and claws were enough to break her skin. 


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[h1][b][i][color=lightcoral][center]Charlie Farrier[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]

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Once again, Charlie felt naked without a physical weapon. He didn't even dare to try and summon a flame ready to attack, just in case he accidentally ignited the entire room, Cassandra and all. Laying low behind the Agent, Charlie strained his ears to try and hear something else, something that was useful. Just footsteps... was it Oshea? Or a guard that he hadn't rounded up? Or worse, what if it was one of the Brotherhood? He'd seen pictures of a bunch, and they didn't look friendly in the slightest. Jesus, if Magneto himself showed up, he could just kill the both of them with all the metal in this room. Glancing at the computers, he slightly prayed that whoever it was would just wander by, and they could get some useful information from the room they were currently hiding in.

[color=lightcoral][i]"Like a cure! That would be awesome. Please be a cure..."[/i][/color] He thought to himself, knowing fine well that this false hope wasn't going to keep him optimistic for one... the footsteps were growing closer.