[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cc33ff]Guin Stark[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s14.postimg.cc/obuzgz2dt/arrow418-4.gif[/img][hr][color=cc33ff][b]Location:[/b][/color] Jakobsen for President Campaign Center: Jakobsen's Office[/center][hr][hr]	As Jakobsen started to chat with Mary, Guin couldn't help but feel a bit disgusted that he wasn't digital. It struck her as odd and almost a bit foolish of him. No wonder his running mate was acting like a secretary. This man didn't just seem paranoid and insane to her - [i]he was backwards[/i]. She discretely hit [i]record[/i] on her phone, catching the last sentence each Jakobsen and Mary said - [i]and no one would be able to see her do that.[/i] The last sentence was enough to help get warrants for investigations and searches and thankfully, her phone synced with the Stark Secure Server. However, her eyes kept on darting over towards Muscles. 

	She had to bite her tongue to keep from snapping at Nina, but thankfully Mary had that under control. Folly left, followed by Muscles a moment later, and Guin got an idea. There was a coffee mug on Jakobsen's desk. If Muscles hadn't left, she would have asked for him to snag a DNA sample. Then they could get an independent lab to analyze it and prove to Jakobsen that he would father a mutant child one day. She picked up the coffee cup. [color=cc33ff]"You mind? I've been craving coffee all day,"[/color] she lied. 

	[color=2d5eb9]"Yeah, no,"[/color] Jakobsen replied, snatching the cup away from her.	

	[color=cc33ff]"What are you afraid of?"[/color] Guin asked, raising an eyebrow. [color=cc33ff]"That I'll outsource this to a lab and they'll reveal you've got a non expressed X-gene?"[/color]

	[color=2d5eb9]"What the hell are you talking about kid? It's my coffee, get your own."[/color]

	[color=cc33ff][i]This would be so much easier if A) I had telepathy and B) Muscles was back in here...[/i][/color] Guin just smiled at Jakobsen, mentally readjusting her plan. [color=cc33ff]"Somehow I doubt you'll be letting us go to Starbucks any time soon..."[/color] Guin muttered. Jakobsen just shrugged in response, falling silent. [color=cc33ff]"Oh well, at least I know your fiancée is probably going to break up with you,"[/color] Guin pointed out. [color=cc33ff]"Attacking kids? Not famous for going over well with pregnant women. Especially ones with - what do they call it in the reports? - near supernatural levels of deductive reasoning?"[/color]

	[color=2d5eb9]"Actually, she's fine with what my work is, I've told her about it."[/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"So you're going to be completely fine arresting her one day for not being completely normal? Wow, that's just cruel."[/color]

	[color=2d5eb9]"No, she is normal, unlike you, at least for the most part. I also know that she's seen things that supernaturals and people like you are capable of."[/color]

	Guin rolled her eyes. [color=cc33ff]"You shouldn't believe everything you see on TV. Us Starks are normal humans."[/color]

	[color=2d5eb9]"No, I know that you aren't, OMEN has access to SHIELD's files as well, helps when we have more funding, we can get the information we want, without having to make a database of our own."[/color]

	She just laughed. [color=cc33ff]"SHIELD? Really? You're believing them? Dude, Magneto wrecked their database two years ago. And as a reserve agent, I can tell you that whatever information you're getting from them, it's falsified to save face. You know it yourself - SHIELD is old news. They don't know anything. And yeah, I bet Granddad is rolling over in his grave right now but who cares. HYDRA probably killed him anyways."[/color][hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a64dff]Folly Valeska[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/fih4usjld/kacey-rohl-gif-12.gif[/img][hr][color=a64dff][b]Location:[/b][/color] Jakobsen for President Campaign Center: Jakobsen's Office ---> Hallway[/center][hr][hr]	Folly's head turned quickly as Nina cussed at her. Her eyes narrowed for a moment and it was lucky for Nina that Folly was mostly mentally together at the moment. Hearing Nina suggest that she should've been put on a leash, after her naive begs towards Jakobsen about his supposed innocence....It made Folly's blood boil. When she shut her eyes, she could still see [i]HIM[/i]. Her maker - the one that had taught her how to shed blood, yet it hadn't been her first. 

	No, her first kill had been years ago, back in Coventry. Things had been simple back then. The world ignored that which it could not understand - and O.M.E.N. had only been recently instated. It wasn't too long before the attack on O.M.E.N. HQ - or more appropriately phrased, the [i]massacre[/i] committed by Hel, Loki's daughter. She clenched her fist slightly with anger, yet she knew that Nina would be a waste of her time. She could kill her another day for that slight. She wasn't some [i]animal[/i] to be kept on a leash!	

	[color=a64dff]"I'll go help the others,"[/color] Folly muttered, before she left the room. The instant she opened the door to leave the office, she was stopped  by a few people, one of them the woman who had directed them to Jakobsen's office. "Sorry, but don't you think you should wait for the rest of your group?"

	[color=a64dff]"No,"[/color] Folly said simply, pulling her daggers and cracking her neck, ready for a fight. [color=a64dff]"So we can do this the easy way or the hard way. They're both equally fun for me - question is, how much fun will you have?"[/color]

	"What are you doing?" she asked.

	[color=a64dff]"Hard way then,"[/color] Folly mused, taking a deep breath as she let her rage fill her mind and she went into a frenzy. She never felt so in tune with herself, never so alive, than when she would let go and just [i]be.[/i] Three people were injured by the time Future Pietro zipped over, holding onto his side since he really should not be running right now, and pulls her in for a hug to stop her from going completely crazy.

	[color=a64dff]"Let go of me, Palla Latchi!"[/color] Folly hissed. [color=a64dff]"The people at the tower need help and these humans were in my way!"[/color]

	[color=A6C1C3]"No Folly, you can't just hurt people like that... It isn't how things work..."[/color]

	[color=a64dff]"Isn't this how we've survived? Hurting people who would hurt us?"[/color] Folly pointed out. Their entire lives were spent fighting at this point. It didn't matter if it was against Sentinels, humans, or other mutants who worked to hunt down their own kind. Blood demanded blood and all. 

	[color=A6C1C3]"Yeah, but there is no proof that everyone in this building is evil, so we can't just do that..."[/color]

	[color=a64dff]"....Fine, no killing, but I'm going to the tower."[/color][hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Dean Kesseli[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/8s0nlf9b5/original.gif[/img][hr][color=0072bc][b]Location:[/b][/color] Jakobsen for President Campaign Center: Sidewalk Outside[/center][hr][hr]	As soon as the campaign center came into view, Dean felt a prick on the back of his neck and his reflexes kicked in, smacking his neck. It felt like a mosquito or something a bit bigger had bit him, and only as the entire world slowed down around him and he was forced to move at that speed too did he realize the truth...His powers were gone. Now he really [i]was[/i] a Wannabe Speedster. However, just because he had to be slow now didn't mean he wasn't observant. He saw the prisoner transport van pull up and he gulped, spotting the gun pointed at him. 

	[color=0072bc]"YEEEEEET!"[/color] he shouted, having not quite decided on what to shout but be figured it was better than screaming [i]Sneak Attack!!![/i] and he wanted to shout [i]something[/i]. He wasn't just going to do this quietly. He rushed forward and somehow took a guard by surprise, grabbing the gun in his hands. Taking it into his own hands, Dean then shot at him, hitting him in the torso. He grinned with victory, only to feel a bullet penetrate his leg and he screamed. He kept a firm grip on the gun, cursing like a sailor. [color=0072bc]"God fucking fuckkity fucking damn it! That stings like a fucking bitch!"[/color]

	Fueling himself with his shock and anger, Dean shot at another guard, sending him down to the count. As a response, another guard hit him in the shoulder with a bullet - bringing out another freakish scream from the Wannabe Speedster - and he dropped the gun to the ground. Luckily, the gun didn't go off and he tried to bend down to grab it, only to find himself in immense pain from the bullets. [color=0072bc]"FUCK ME!"[/color] Dean screamed, unable to focus with the pain. 

	But hey, at least he did something.