[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=ForestGreen]Ayita Dyrkin[/color] & [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 stoo, suppressing the words he wanted to snap at the 'oh-so-capable' leader. She was young and doing her best in a bad situation, yet reason did not stand against his worry for the sister he had sought for over a decade. Now this politician- a sociopath if he had ever seen one- was threatening to tear her away from. Ayita was not wrong is wondering if it was not best to kill the man, but there were political issues with killing a politician. If it was found out a mutant did it, or even if there was suspicion a mutant or human who held ties to the mutants did it, then public opinion would get worse. Puffing like a maniac train and leaving such a trail of smoke behind him, Richard replaced the used up cigarette with a new one as he trailed from the room.

Ayita watched as Folly appeared to try and apologize to Allison. Her amber eyes narrowed in case the woman offered offense, but it seem genuine to the shifter. Allison's words however struck a nerve deep with Ayita. If Folly was on some medication to prevent those outbursts? Then she was trying to control it, and the woman felt envy. For while Ayita would not wish away the clashing sense of those that roamed earth, sea and sky it would be nice to be alone in her own head for a time. Gripping Allison's shoulder with a gentle hand, Ayita brushed her telepathic thoughts agaist her friend's. [color=ForestGreen][i]"If she is off her rocker, then am I not also?"[/i][/color] The sense of wolf, ,the flight of hawk, and the overwhelming tide of the orca underlinded her words. It was like Ayita was being pulled in different directions. Each instinct- including her humanity- struggling for dominance in her blood and mind. [color=ForestGreen][i]"Perhaps we have both misjudged her- or judged her too harshly? She came to the defense of another, just I came to yours. You are the one I follow- aside from Brother when he isn't being an ass."[/i][/color] The woman's loyalty to Allison was there was it was unwavering. Though there was a twinge of humor from Ayita as she noted her afore mentioned brother appearing in the doorway and looking rather surprised that Folly was merely leaving and there wasn't a room full of blood. Okay, so maybe she had been a bit hard on her brother as of late! But Richard had been extremely aggravating, just like now with the narrowed gaze he was casting Charlie. [color=ForestGreen][i]"Why does Brother look like he is about to maim Charlie? He's been doing that often with several people."[/i][/color] There was honest confusion in Ayita's mind as she sent the question to Allison. Yes, for Allison was far more clever in the ways of humans.

Richard huffed and put out the cigar on the sole of his boot before stowing the left over butt into the pack which vanished into his coat. While he was concerned about Folly, he was more concerned about his sister. He was also concerned about leaving her alone with any men. Boys, men. Annoying creatures that could easily take advantage of her. But he had a feeling he had scared Charlie out of that idea long ago. The slow smirk that developed across the Adder's face did nothing but heighten Ayita's confusion, as the younger Lain approached. The plan to recruit the other mutants slipping from her mind to his in a brief thought. Ayita winced slightly, a small headache forming. Richard's flick that had smacked her right in the middle of said area partly to blame for it. [color=Olive]"Use words, Sister."[/color] The snake eyed man criticized.

[color-ForestGreen]"I will bite you."[/color] The younger snarled rubbing her forehead- perhaps she had ever reason to want to rip his throat out.

The older bother, the assassin tucked away for now, raised a brow. [color=Olive]"And I can bite back. Difference is, Sister, mine is poisonous."[/color] A hand patting the woman on top of her auburn head, watching with growing amusement as fangs grew. Turning that deadly smirk towards Charlie, the assassin gave a 'oh-so-charming' wink.[color=Olive]"Since you're going to do this, take care of my sister. And I doubt I have any contacts that can help. A few army buddies who probably hate me for deserting and a whole crime world. Though I do know one... Though she needs to really work on that uppercut-!"[/color]

The said punch was all that Ayita was allowing herself. Her usually internal temper frizzling as Richard aggravated her to rile her blood. While the Professor had not overly effected her opinion on their actions. Richard's had cemented it as the right thing to do.[color=ForestGreen]"I can take care of myself quite well! Overbearing."[/color]