[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] Stark Tower[/center]
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Richard groaned as he stood with a ease that made the complaint a lie. Casting a raised brow at his little sister as Ayita looked desperately between the retreating Allison and him. Unsure and torn between her loyalties. Flicking a few fingers in a subtle dismissal, the Adder gave a grin at the look of relief that flickered across Ayita's face. Sauntering with the grace of a trained killer- it wouldn't hurt to let those who knew the signs of one to know- a broad hand clamped down on Guin's head. Toussling the Stark's hair. [color=Olive]"Sorry brat, but you do have a prisoner. One who can make sure you get out of there if you insist on going and those two minute men get taken out."[/color] A thumb jerked the direction of the Pierto tag-team indicating of whom he spoke.

The snake slitted eyes shifted from the most likely irritated woman to Tony with a quirked brow. [color=Olive]"I'll need to borrow a suit jacket, though. Looking my best is half my armor."[/color] Tucking the offending hand that had mussed Guin's hair into his pocket, the assassin frowned sternly at Marygold. [color=Olive]"You're in charge of this expedition so I'm charging you with making sure Ayita stays sane and keeps her humanity if I fall."[/color] Perching back on the arm of a chair, the assassin pulled out a cigarette in on hand and lighter in the others. Putting the sin to his lips, Richard flicked the lighter several times before the cigarette caught. Blowing a stream of smoke the killer sighed in relief that he hadn't lost them during the gun battle.

[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] Stark Tower[/center]
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Ayita blinked as Allison turned and walked quickly from the room. Should she follow? What of Brother and the plans of possible attack? Her head snapped back and forth between the two as she felt the odd indesiciveness flood her veins. She didn't like it at all. This was the very thing she had taught herself not to do. When you had a choice, you committed to one side. But with people it was not so simple. Something that irked the woman. Catching her brother's eye, the woman paused and studied the Adder. Not her brother. He was making decisions based in the best interest of the mission and thus the survival of all.

Which counted her out of course.

But her ire at her brother's overprotective nature was short lived as Richard flicked his fingers away from himself. Telling her to go. For all she wanted to bite him in the ass sometimes, Ayita did care deeply and praised the day they had stumbled across each other. Moving towards the door, the woman detoured about to pass by Damon. [color=ForestGreen]"Send someone if you- anyone- needs myself or Allison, please."[/color] The hesitation before the please was there as if she wasn't sure if it was right to say it. Though the woman knew Damon would know what she meant by 'someone'. For all she considered herself neither human, fauna nor mutant. Sharing far more in common with beast and bird. But always apart form them. Just as it was with humans.

Trailing after Allison, Ayita shifted into a wolf to track the scent of her friend. Finding her easily, the woman shifted back in a crack of bone and blend of flesh of fur. [color=ForestGreen]"Allison."[/color] Sitting gingerly on the couch. Finding it strong enough Ayita relaxed her entire weight onto it. Unsure what she could do, but eager to at least try to help.