[h1][b][i][color=lightcoral][center]Charlie Farrier[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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Charlie still couldn't believe the way the situation was falling apart. Mary was having a meltdown, and her friend from the future was flipping out, looking ready to kill. And the way Allison was being treated was ridiculous. Threatening to kick her off the team for simply disagreeing with a plan? Mary was starting to act like a dictator.

[i][color=lightcoral]"'Xavier doesn't have a say who's on the team, I do?' Seriously? Our species is being threatened and you're having a pissing match over how the team is run?"[/color][/i] At this point, Charlie was going from ticked off to fairly irate. Watching Mary leave while taking a phone call from Remy, one of the very people Charlie had recommended they find to help out, he shook his head incredulously, hoping to calm down a bit himself now as the conversation continued around them. Folly began screaming at him in a foreign language which he ignored, Allison left the room with Ayita soon following, and people were discussing over who to send to Jakobsen with Guin. As Mary re-entered the room, he couldn't help but notice that those who had disagreed with her - himself, Allison and Ayita - were being left behind.

Marygold was acting irrational and far too similar to the bullies of his youth, so asking her for anything would be pointless now. Instead Charlie left the room wordlessly, tracking down Allison and Ayita in the hopes that maybe they'd want to join him on his own mission. 

Finding the girls pretty quickly, Charlie was too angry to even feel awkward at entering at such a comforting moment.

[color=lightcoral]"What do you say we go and find some old school X-Men?"[/color] He asked them both, shaking droplets of ice from his hands that had formed in his anger. He didn't give a damn about whatever self-esteem complex Mary had about running the team. They needed as much help as they could get, and if she was too damn proud to ask for it, he'd track them down himself.

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[h1][center][b][i][color=goldenrod]Nina van Essenhout[/color][/i][/b][/center][/h1]
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Nina didn't know what a "DCU" was, but knowing Guin, it was yet another pop culture reference. Still, at this point her attention had been drawn to the other conversations - or rather, arguments - going on in the room. Listening closely to Marygold as she yelled at the others, Nina frowned slightly as the girl stormed off. That wasn't how a leader was supposed to act, not when there were scared and exhausted kids looking to you for support and direction. All this talk about how young she was and how little experience she had... why not just find somebody better? Complaining about your own short-comings in a role didn't do anything to solve them, and just undermined her further. Mary certainly had a lot to learn.

[color=goldenrod]"The prisoner plan worked in Star Wars."[/color] She murmured absent-mindedly, still watching as Mary returned to the room. No information from the phone call? She'd overheard the name Remy, and an ex-X-Man getting in touch was bound to be helpful. 

[color=goldenrod]"As I've already said, I'll be happy to go. But as a known mutant, they might just remove me the second I enter with you."[/color] She said to the others, considering it. It would be in a government building that they were heading to, and chances were there weren't any humans inside who were non-biased, on their side, or even unaware of what was going on. She wouldn't have many friends in there. [color=goldenrod]"If I attract too much attention, I'll split up from the group. It's more important to deal with Jakobsen."[/color]

Nina looked curiously at Richard as he came over, tousling Guin's hair as if she were a child. What scheme did he have in mind now?