[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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Charlie had been about to argue (weakly) with the woman who had directed he and Sara back to safety. He didn't know who she was, even though there was a strange sense of familiarity in her eyes when she looked at him. Was she a teacher at the school that he'd never seen before? One of the X-Men, maybe? Either way, he - and Sara, no doubt - wouldn't be going anywhere until everyone else was safe. As it happened, everyone seemed to be following the orders of this woman, including Guin and Marygold. It didn't take long for Charlie to find himself in the Blackbird with everyone else, eyeing the hangar doors nervously to see if any metal creature decided to burst through it. Unfortunately there seemed to be some injuries on board, though most seemed superficial. He imagined everything would be easily dealt with once at Stark Tower.

Wow. Stark Tower. The thought that they were going to the headquarters of the Avengers sent a thrill of excitement through him, even in the current situation. Things would be pretty bleak and 'hands-on' as soon as they'd landed, and he'd have to act professionally. Still, it was exciting to be among the greats. The only time Iron Man had made an appearance during one of the missions had been before he'd even joined.

About to take a seat, Charlie faltered as he saw Allison fall to the ground. Before he could meander past the throng of students and get to her, she'd already regained her balance and found a seat.

[color=lightcoral]"Hey, you okay?"[/color] He asked, kneeling by her seat and touching her arm gently. Had she had a vision? Or worse, had some kind of injury they hadn't noticed yet. Deciding that Allison looked pretty unscathed in terms of physical injuries, Charlie glanced over his shoulder at Sara as she began urging those up front to use the weapons. She sure did like a fight - either way, he cracked a grin, glad she was okay, and still enthusiastic about everything, before turning back to Allison.

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[h1][center][b][i][color=goldenrod]Nina van Essenhout[/color][/i][/b][/center][/h1]
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Once on board the Blackbird, Nina did as Cassandra suggested. Her powers were only of use when up close and personal with her enemies, and while she wanted everyone to get away safely, there was no point in disembarking just to meet OMEN out in the field. Hopefully those with ranged powers and the Blackbird weapons could do the job.

Doing a brief headcount of everyone on board, Nina sighed in relief as a full roster of students was accounted for. Naturally, since being at the academy, she'd memorised the number of students staying there in case something like this happened. A headcount was a lot quicker than going off a register, anyway. Next, she looked at injuries. Again, they were in luck - nothing too serious. Allison looked wobbly, Banner's son had some wounds from glass the would require stitching, though they were hardly life-threatening, and both Beast and Mary had some minor wounds too. All in all, they'd been extremely lucky in how fast they'd managed to evacuate.

Making sure the exit to the Blackbird was secure, Nina turned back to the front as she awaited lift off.

[color=goldenrod]"If anyone needs help, just give a yell."[/color] Her voice ringing loud and clear across the babbling in the jet, Nina held onto something in anticipation for the plane to take off. She didn't know much first-aid, but whatever she could do for these kids, she would.