[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cc33ff]Guin Stark[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/Zq6bdGtP/tumblr_mui1ktcb_Xx1qbngkjo7_r1_250.gif[/img][hr][color=cc33ff][b]Location:[/b][/color] Stark Tower: Sidewalk, About to Climb the Magic Beanstalk[/center][hr][hr] Guin nodded, about to grab her phone when she remembered she had the smashed versions of PHIL. The one from the future had played a video message, so she was guessing that it'd work enough to function as a speaker phone of sorts. She didn't feel like running with a cellphone in her hand. Putting the slightly broken watch on her wrist, she crossed her fingers and prayed to Alexander Graham Bell, before she double tapped her watch - it was a short command to call her emergency contact, Tony. [color=cc33ff]"Dad? Please pick up, damn it..."[/color] she muttered. When they got to Stark Tower, Guin stared as Mary went into the store, but she was mostly hoping her father would answer so they could get an idea of the status quo inside. Muscles hadn't suddenly vanished from existence, which was a relief. [i][color=f7941d]"Guin? Now is not the time to be calling me!"[/color][/i] he responded, the sounds of the fight at the top of the tower could be heard. She bit her lip. [color=cc33ff]"Dad, what's the sitch? Are you okay?"[/color] She then stepped onto one of the vines Mary had made, really hoping that Tony would say that everything was fine and they were just playing a very violent video game - with breathtaking realistic sentinel holograms. [i][color=f7941d]"Yeah, fine, never better."[/color][/i] [color=cc33ff]"Dad, we need details. How many hostiles? What condition? And is anyone injured or..."[/color] [i]dead[/i]. [i][color=f7941d]"Uh, well... No one is dead... Some are injured... Uh, 6 or 7 Sentinels left up here..."[/color][/i] [color=cc33ff]"....Anyone critically injured?"[/color] [i]Please don't be Pietro, please don't be Pietro...[/i] [i][color=f7941d]"Uh... Well the one girl who can shriek really loudly hit her head pretty hard from a Sentinel shot... Not to mention that the weapon that we had been making blew up in her hands so... I think a lot of people have basically cleared out of this room..."[/color][/i] [color=cc33ff]"Alright, I'll be there in a second, Dad."[/color] Tony acknowledged that, before Guin terminated the call and turned to face the others. Future Pietro's condition was freaking her out and she felt like she was about to have an anxiety attack - or maybe she had been having one this entire time. She took a deep breath, her hands shaking slightly. It seemed like so far, they hadn't made the future better - they had just made it come sooner....[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a64dff]Folly Valeska[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/mgQJNBkr/tumblr_o29qkef_Shl1t52mf4o1_400.gif[/img][hr][color=a64dff][b]Location:[/b][/color] Stark Tower: Sidewalk --> Up the Magic Beanstalk! --> Roof[/center][hr][hr] Folly looked skywards, her lips curling with distaste as she saw the Sentinels. She hopped onto one of Mary's vines, a bit impatient for it to start going upwards. She was an acrobat, she had no fear of heights and she enjoyed moving quickly through the air. She sighed slightly, though she did appreciate that Mary was at least taking in some feedback and changing her fighting style slightly. [color=a64dff]"Mary, would you mind shooting me up? I could use a bit of a spring,"[/color] Folly mused, twirling her knives. Forged out of adamantium, they could cut through practically anything. She doubted these Sentinel models would be well guarded against them, but it was the joints she was interested in. Yet of course, she recalled the way Mary had taken down some when they first arrived back into the past. [color=007236]"Why do you want to do that. I can't guarantee that you'll for one, make it up there, and two even if you do, you might overshoot it and fall down the otherside of the building."[/color] Folly stared at her. [color=a64dff]"...I meant just propel me up with the vines quickly. And if I fell, it'd be no issue. I'd heal, remember?"[/color] [color=007236]"True but you do realize you could still fall? And it might take a while for you to heal, but alright, whatever, I hope you don't fall though,"[/color] she said, before she had smaller vines wrap around Folly to hold her in place, before she sent her sky rocketing up to the top of the tower. The vines got a bit unstable the higher she went and the farther away from Mary she got. The vines let her down at the top, right behind a few sentinels. The vines as soon as she was off shot back down, and Mary actually looked somewhat tired from that, she wasn't used to controlling plant life from that far away. [color=a64dff]"Pa, târfă!"[/color] Folly shouted with delight, springing off of one sentinel and onto another. She landed on the back of it and stabbed her daggers in at the exposed portion of its neck from the hinge, the sentinel sparking and collapsing to the ground, damaged. Nothing cut quite like adamantium. [color=a64dff]"Heeeeere's Folly!"[/color] she then said with a laugh, looking at the remaining six robots.[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Dean Kesseli[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/CM9wcMhC/tenor.gif[/img][hr][color=0072bc][b]Location:[/b][/color] In a (White) Van (With Candy) ---> Area 51, Probably[/center][hr][hr] Dean stared at Allison for a moment. She had gotten caught before she could tell Jakobsen anything? He couldn't fathom what Allison would want to tell Jakobsen - he thought she wasn't a fan of that plan anyways - so it made just about zero sense. It made as much sense as algebra would to a toddler. [color=0072bc]"You know, I'd feel a lot more appreciated for my bravery if you could tell me what was so important,"[/color] Dean muttered. He wasn't even going to respond to Charlie's assertion that the only people you could hate apparently were dictators. There was just a lot to unpack there and he had more important things to focus on. Once he felt the truck stop, Dean couldn't help but be apprehensive. He half expected sacks to be thrown over their heads before they were lead into the facility, ending their journey within glass cells. It reminded him of the movie [i]Race to Witch Mountain[/i] with the Rock and the alien kids in it. He looked around, trying to get their bearings and find a way to escape, only to spot a similar silver wing across the hallway. [color=0072bc]"Thalia? What are you doing here?"[/color] Dean blurted. He was incredibly confused. First Allison wanted to talk to Jakobsen, and now, Thalia apparently had decided the best place to be injured and wounded was....Area 51? [color=a9a9a9]"Huh? Who are you?"[/color] she asked, sitting up and coming over to the edge of her cell. Her wings looked a lot worse when you saw both of them together. The one wing had the hole in it, but they were both battered and burned, not to mention there was blood coming from her shoulders at the base of the wings. [color=0072bc]"We're...the X-Men...I think..."[/color] [color=a9a9a9]"How'd you know my name?"[/color] [color=0072bc]"Uh, you told us..."[/color] Dean said, making a face at those in his cell and the girls in the cell next door. Had Thalia hit her head or something? He was so hopelessly confused...[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=Orange]Damon Fawkes[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media.tenor.com/images/877b3db539b7943541a58e39784896c1/tenor.gif[/img][hr][color=Orange][b]Location:[/b][/color] Stark Tower (Floor 93): Main Area [color=Orange][b]Tattoos:[/b][/color] 1 Dragon, 1 Wolf[/center][hr][hr] Damon took in a deep breath. He could feel each of his tattoos as they went into action, each of them a living being that seemed connected to his own soul. At times, he wondered who was truly the parasite - the tattoos or himself? While he remained closed off and guarded, they were vibrant and filled with life. Were they not the ones worthy of love and passion? His thoughts flickered to Ayita for a moment, before he shook his head. He had had his chance and he ruined it. There wasn't any point on dwelling on that. [color=Orange]"Damn it...damn it..."[/color] he muttered under his breath, looking around wildly as the dragon flew around the room, shrieking. [color=Orange]"Guys, Dean isn't back yet..."[/color] he called out, spotting Mira. And where the hell had Ayita and her friends gone off to? He didn't need to really watch the dragon as it struggled against the Sentinels, eventually managing to land a solid hit on one and it started sparking. [color=orange]"Go find more people,"[/color] Damon told the wolf, running over to Mira. He felt like he was becoming the Battle Nurse (TM) all over again. And while the wolf could tell some people had recently left the area, it wasn't able to immediately figure out where they had gone. At least the dragon seemed happy for the moment.