[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=Olive]Richard Laine[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[h1][b][i][center][color=ForestGreen]Ayita Dyrkin[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=Olive]Location[/color][/b] Stark Tower[/center]
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Ayita was gazing at the floor plan along side her brother though it was obvious Richard was the one who understood it far better. A quiet argument could be heard though Ayita seemed to be speaking mind to mind while her brother replied in the usual way. Lamenting his sister's terms for things, and constant corrections issuing from the older Laine. When Allison came back to herself, Ayita's head snapped around sending her auburn hair flaring about. Richard gave a sputtering noise of irritation as the locks hit him in the face, not that Ayita seemed apologetic about it. In fact, her expressions aside from the full attention being locked on her dearest of friends was one of smugness. As Allison questioned if her and Charlie, and by extension Richard, were up for a road trip Richard's jaw set in a stubborn line.

There was little he could say however as Ayita moved after the fore-bearer of doom. Running a hand through his dark locks Richard strung together a harsh curse. [color=Olive]"Stark, Mirembe..."[/color] The assassin gave a short nod before moving after the two errant teenagers. [color=Olive]"Good luck."[/color] They would need luck, this was a bad situation. Made worse by a facturing group. He would rather remain here and protect the children, but his sister was as ever his first priority. After that Guin came second for the mercy she had given the Adder.

As Allison and Ayita reached Happy, Ayita eyed the computers with interest. Trying to figure out the point of this activity. Allison she would follow into Hell itself and drag the girl out at whatever cost needed to be paid. For the first time in years, Allison had been the first human- mutant, she corrected herself- to accept her mutation with out screaming. Perhaps it was little harsh as more than a few people had accepted it, but Ayita was cynical of the human nature. Strange things made people scream and run, and she was strange. Moving about to eye the screen better, the shifter frowned as she watched the pixelated figures move about. It seemed the point was to shoot with the middle figure at the bottom.