[h1][b][i][color=lightcoral][center]Charlie Farrier[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[sub][color=lightcoral]Location: Xavier's Institute[/color][/sub]
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[color=lightcoral]"You're kidding me, right?"[/color] Charlie looked disbelievingly between the Pietro and "Other Pietro." There was absolutely no resemblance there between them, barring eye and hair colour. But apparently this future Pietro provided proof by way of a watch that Guin seemed to recognise, so Charlie shrugged his shoulders and conceded. [color=lightcoral]"Must have face transplants in the future."[/color] He muttered to himself, watching as the two Pietro's examined in each other. Charlie didn't buy F.P's lame excuse for the ring (Like dude, just admit you're married, Jesus), but kept his mouth shut, only opening slightly in fear as F.P told them his reason for being here: They were about to be attacked.

Almost immediately Charlie's eyes darted to the doors and windows that he could see, paranoid of any movement he saw outside. He'd known about the MRA thing going on, and knew it was a big deal for a lot of mutants, but never thought it would come to something like this. That is of course, if F.P was telling the truth, but it was a really random thing to show up and lie about. It seemed to elaborate and pointless to be a ruse by the Brotherhood.

[color=lightcoral]"Shouldn't we, I don't know, maybe tell the Professor so that he can call in the big guns for help?"[/color] He suggested, glancing at Allison as she joined the group with another new guy. Charlie had made far more friends since the last time he'd ran into trouble, and already was worried about Blondie, Carolina and Guin, even though they were all perfectly capable of looking after themselves. [color=lightcoral]"Also an exact time would be helpful too, if you are really from the future. Maybe details about firepower? Weapons? Numbers? Anything you can give us barring pretty flowers would be great."[/color] He added sarcastically, his nervousness ramping up his attitude to about ten.