[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=Olive]Richard Laine[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=ForestGreen]Location[/color][/b] The Institute
{"Friend or Foe?"}[/center]
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The Adder arched a brow at Cassandra. Giving a slight nod of his head in acknowledgement, the assassin glanced back at the newly appeared Amni and his self appointed escorts. So Ayita was still wary of strangers. His sensual lips twerked upwards in a slight smirk. It wasn't a notion he was going to abuse his sister of. Better to be wary than to be dead as he saw it. Advice that had saved his life before and he was certain, would do so again. Giving a slight nod to the younger shifter, the black haired killer turned back towards what had captured both of his companion's attention. Adjusting this cuff links on his dress shirt the man slowly moved forward, standing in front of the two women. A hand gently, but firmly, gripping each woman's shoulder before he pasted them. Warning them to be wary.

"Can you be sure it's her and not Mystique?" He whispered to Marygold as he pushed the young woman behind him with a herding motion. Apparently Marygold might know the one, 'Folly' as she called herself. Though the name and the woman's words made the killer give a smirk. "Criminally insane. How odd." Her murmured more to himself. The other one was a typical brunette though something felt off about her. But the third woman with silver hair caught and held his attention. "You say you come from the future, can you prove this?" Richard raised a brow, a hand slipping into his pocket to finger the knife there. His eyes slowly travelling up and down each though it wasn't a look of a man assessing something he liked. It was a killer assessing a threat. Though for the silver woman he did spare her a sultry smile. "Forgive my manners, Richard Laine. And you three are-?"

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=ForestGreen]Ayita Dyrkin[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=ForestGreen]Location[/color][/b] The Institute
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Ayita glanced past the stranger to her brother and gave a slight nod. Catching Nina's gaze she turned slightly on her heel with out batting an eye that she heard. But she waited, still as a statue til the two passed her. Turning on near silent feet, Ayita stalked after Amni and Nina. Her amber eyes glancing over her shoulder at her brother and the woman. Richard would be fine. Situations like this were his forte from what she understood. Rolling up the sleeves of her brother's shirt, she turned the haughty gaze back to Amni's back.

He wasn't muscle bound, something she was thankful for. But he was taller than her and most likely outweighed her. Her lips quirked as she gave a low rolling growl that was not something a average human could produce. A chuckle for her. He wouldn't outweigh several of her forms. He was dressed well, but her brother being her brother Ayita was not one to judge on clothing. It usually hid fangs and claws. Her eyes flickered slightly as she considered stalking him as one of the great cats. See how he liked hearing a good roar. But that would be horrible of her to do, and there was no point in scaring a unknown man. Not when he wasn't a clear threat yet.