[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cc33ff]Guinevere Stark[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s18.postimg.cc/x3ou90xx5/238d07814b56d3f7c990b347f2b80453.gif[/img][hr][color=cc33ff][b]Location:[/b][/color] Cass' Room[/center][hr][hr]	[color=cc33ff]"I love the scent of sensitive documents burning in the morning,"[/color] Guin quipped, trying to make light of the horrible situation they had found themselves in. [color=cc33ff]"I got one of the pseudo-speedsters to grab all the hard drives in the school, OMEN shouldn't be able to salvage any data from this job,"[/color] Guin informed Cass, as if she was still a full fledged SHIELD agent reporting into her S.O. during a mission. She had worked for both organizations about equal amounts of time, but old habits died hard. She grinned a bit at Cass' mention of icers, kneeling down and grabbing them from underneath the bed. She grabbed one for herself, handing another to Cass, and she pocketed her icer. 

	Her eyes lit up at the EMP grenades. Sometimes, she imagined that had her father not shut down Stark's weapons division, she would have made a killing there. She had been trying to make a lightsaber since she saw the Star Wars movies. When she first met Lance, she had made a blaster that changed colors with each round that was fired off. There was something elegant about weapons - especially when they seemed to belong in Science Fiction, rather than real life. [color=cc33ff]"These are incredible, Cass!"[/color] Guin exclaimed. [color=cc33ff]"I think it's time for some field testing of them, don't you think?"[/color] she added with a bit of a smirk. 

	Her mind then raced back to the ring the other Pietro had worn - who [i]was[/i] he married to anyways? She doubted it was her. She didn't come from a background that valued marriage of any sort. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Dean Kesseli[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s17.postimg.cc/5yix22r6n/original.gif[/img][hr][color=0072bc][b]Location:[/b][/color] Grounds of the Institute ---> Dorms --> Blackbird[/center][hr][hr]	Dean had a bit of a deer in the headlights look to him as Marygold Isley - [i]the[/i] Marygold Isley - started shouting orders at him. It was the closest he'd gotten to being a member of the X-Men in his life. He had also met [i]the[/i] Pietro Maximoff (times two) earlier [i]and[/i] Guinevere Stark! Not to mention, other famous members of the X-Men - but he had heard the most talk about those three. Marygold was the leader, Pietro was Magneto's son, and Guin was Iron Man's kid. It was hard [i]not[/i] to hear gossip about them. [color=0072bc]"I was doing something for Ms. Stark!"[/color] Dean squeaked. 

	[color=0072bc]"And I'm not really a speedy type - more of a dodger but...I can do that!"[/color] Dean said sheepishly. He took off at a run, moving faster than the average human being but nowhere near the speed of a true speedster. The hard drives were safely tucked away in a bag and he went towards the dormitories, knowing the ones where the younger kids were. He grabbed two little kids at a time, before beginning the Dean Kesseli Taxi Service (patent pending). 	

	He got his first few passengers settled in the Blackbird, leaving the bag of hard drives for Guin to deal with later. For a moment, Dean looked at Beast and his eyes widened. He had taken science classes with Beast at the Institute - he was in his biology course right now, actually. [color=0072bc]"Hey, uh, I know first aid,"[/color] Dean mentioned to Pietro. [color=0072bc]"I can swap - if you wanna shuttle people over here?"[/color][hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a64dff]Folly Valeska[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s7.postimg.cc/tzrebaed7/tumblr_oizppp0v_ZR1vmjs6wo1_250.gif[/img][hr][color=a64dff][b]Location:[/b][/color] Grounds of the Institute[/center][hr][hr]	As the attacks started and Thalia began her onslaught on the vehicles, Folly's walk turned into a sprint. She was going straight towards the cars and the Sentinels, knowing that years ago, she would have been advised to run in the opposite direction. Her healing factor had only become more and more powerful since she realized it existed, and aided by the medication, her thoughts were clearer than ever. She had chosen the center vehicle as her target, slowing down slightly as she closed the gap. 

	The driver slowed the car down as well, rolling down a window to shoot at her. The bullets either missed her or grazed her - Folly truthfully didn't notice. She reached in through the window, skewering the driver with her knife through the head. She then twisted the gun from his grip as the car came to a halt, using it to fire off shots at the two other occupants of the vehicle. They missed, but it didn't phase her in the slightest. She had just taken a life and she couldn't have been more calm. Folly tossed the gun aside and pulled her knife from her victim, her hands already stained with blood. 

	[color=a64dff]"You can either kill each other or I'll kill you both,"[/color] Folly said with a sweet smile. [color=a64dff]"Which will it be?"[/color]