[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] Stark Tower
[color=Olive]Personality Traits[/color]: [u]Clever[/u] * Ruthless * Self-Confident * [u]Sarcastic[/u] * Charismatic * Predatory[/center]
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Richard ran a hand through his hair as Charlie informed the rest of their small group that the others had gone on ahead. It irked the Adder that he could not be there, and damn Marygold for that! He was by far more experienced in dealing with risky meetings, one of the perks of being an assassin. Your drop could be covered by a cop, or the target could get suspicious. There were numerous ways for things to go wrong. [color=Olive]"Do not count Stark and the Hulk out of the fight just because they lack in numbers."[/color] Richard admonished the younger man. [color=Olive]"But of course you control fire, so I presume you'd have no probably aiding a handful of people in defeating an entire army. Not to mentioning trying to take down Stark in an assassination being a mightier in that regard than I?"[/color] His words were not harsh, but they carried the fact the assassin was heavily amused. After all, he had never even considered taking on the Starks. It was far to risky and dangerous because of their connections and what they were capable of.

As Allison stood in a panic, proclaiming there was danger and that she needed to find Tony. A wise move, he had to admit. Though he would like to know what they were going on about, Richard gave a small chuckle as the red fox of his sister followed after the 'Seer' as Ayita referred to Allison as. [color=Olive]"JARVIS, you there?"[/color] Picking at some invisible lint under his nail the man considered sauntering after the duo. [color=Olive]"Inform Stark the Elder and proficient that Allison and Ayita are looking for him with dire news."[/color] Looking to the fire based mutant, the man sighed in reluctance as he stood and made his way after the two. [color=Olive]"Come along, boy. Might as well see what the girls got going on."[/color] The long legs of the assassin carrying him easily after the others.

[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 -Movie Theater / Following Allison
[color=ForestGreen]Personality Traits[/color]: Clever * [u]Cynical[/u] * [u]Loyal[/u] * Distant * Disciplined * Predatory[/center]
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Ayita sighed as she considered the ideas her elder brother had place before her. To look to the past for the creatures? It was plausible, if worrying. She would need to research a lot of information, even then she felt the knowledge that theses were beings who would not fear man. Who would see only the monkeys man had once been and nothing more. A dangerous thing, especially if she lost control of their primal instincts. Giving Charlie a slightly irritated look, with such similarity a older wolf would give a bumbling young pup it was almost comical. The shifter felt the man counted out the Avengers far too easily. They were not mere anything, and Ayita would not want to fight them when they had something to protect or 'avenge' at their back. Situations like that made one's opponent all the more deadly.

When Allison jerked as if brought back to her sense- which she had been Ayita realized a minute later- the woman moved instantly to her friends side. Listening carefully to the rushed words. Shifting in a blur as the closest of her friends lunged from her seat, Ayita took the form of a red fox. Scurrying after the running Allison nimbly. [color=ForestGreen][i]"Stark. Stark. Stark! Trouble! Stark Trouble!"[/i] [/color] The mental telepathic thoughts stretched ahead of the two woman reaching for any sentient life as Ayita kept pace with Allison for all the world acting as a siren to herald the Seer's vision. Spying Mira with the Iron Man, the fox gave a flick her ears in recognition as she sat out of the way of human feet, daintily licking one soot black paw. [color=ForestGreen][i]"Trap."[/i] [/color] Ayita agreed with that notion. Leaving her mental 'microphone' on for any mind who could or would hear.