[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=Olive]Richard Laine[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=Olive]Location[/color][/b] The Institute
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Richard's head snapped to the side as Guin slugged him. His snake like eyes closing, as he forced himself not to retaliate. Blood leaked into his mouth, which the assassin swallowed. It wouldn't do to leave blood- especially his- at a scene. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand to get rid of any possible leakages, the Adder turned his head to glare at the two little brats. Now was not the time for a fight, he would deal with them later. Turning away from the field of battle lest he did something stupid, the man bolted for his rooms. Running with a speed one can only acquire when running from a tiger who had been very annoyed.

Reaching his rooms, Richard knew exactly what to grab with swift deft hands which had done this sort of grab and go a bit too often. Army, his time as a hired gun, and when you grew up with a mother and father constantly fighting. Slinging his sister's bow and quiver across his back, Laine blessed what he had once cursed. Ayita had left a trail of things about his room rather than her own for whatever reason. Often it was random bits of stone or feathers, perhaps a few bones or teeth of something she killed. Other times, it was books on animals or notes on them. Weapons made of stone and wood. Or her bow. At least she didn't sleep with the damn thing! Sweeping the small journal containing notes on Guin's little 'favor' into his sister's messenger's satchel. Wallet and cellphone? His pocket. Knives? His boots. Gun? He grabbed his spare from under his pillow and checked the clip. Full. Turning on his booted heel the assassin made a sprint for the BlackBird praying he would make it and ready to gun down any enemy in his way.

[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 shifted with a burst of fur and claws into her human form. Crossing the ship to grab Allison in a hug. A rare show of emotion from the woman. Amber eyes that were dark with worry flickered over Allison as the shifter assured herself her friend was alright. [color=ForestGreen]"You're alright."[/color] Her voice was a low and dangerous growl. She had been pushing away the worry over her friend and brother. But seeing Allison alright and alive was a relief to Ayita.

Looking over at Lance, Ayita glanced between her friend and the stranger as she subconsciously moved to block Lance's access to Allison. Her eyes narrowing slowly, before she relented to approach Lance. Pushing him gently to reveal his back without touching said back, Ayita eyed the wounds. [color=ForestGreen]"I could attempt to pull these out with my beak, but it will hurt and you will lose more blood."[/color] It was a weak offer, but Ayita was starting to grow restless and glanced towards the mansion with unease. Where was Richard? He should not be gone this long. Not from her side during an attack. Glancing at Allison, Ayita sent the thought of brother as well as spoke outloud. [color=ForestGreen]"Brother?"[/color] Her worry evident about her older brother.