[h1][b][i][center][color=ForestGreen]Ayita Dyrkin[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=ForestGreen]Location[/color][/b] Cells[/center]
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Ayita shook her head at Dean, her amber eyes shining with mirth. [color=ForestGreen]"We are hardly under attack, you just happen to be making doe eyes."[/color] There was a odd rumble from the woman as she chuckled to herself despite their situation. The speedy young fool was exactly that, but she wasn't going to say she wasn't amused by the fact he seemed to be [i]very[/i] nervous about Allison. Standing she braced a hand on Dean's shoulder to aid her. The ache of her injuries making the shifter grit her teeth in annoyance.

They were but wounds. Wounds that would heal, but damned if they did not hurt! As Richard shot her a concerned look, Ayita shook her head slightly. Yes, she was hurt and her older brother could well see that. It wasn't serious enough for him to be concerned. When she could no longer defend herself, then she would call upon his aid. Til then, she had survived before and would again. Yet, speaking of injuries... Ayita's gaze locked onto Thalia as she slowly moved towards the girl-woman. [color=ForestGreen]"May I?"[/color] Her voice was soft as always as she slowly ran her fingers over the wings. Of everyone gathered, it was her expertise with flying and wings of the avians that would aid Thalia the best perhaps. [color=ForestGreen]"I have wings myself."[/color] That was said in a bare whisper as she examined the damage and if they could be folded without risking greater injury. If they could be, Ayita would attempt it carefully. Tearing her brother's shirt to help make slings or bindings for the great limbs. [color=ForestGreen]"What business with whom?"[/color] The younger shifter asked carefully as she considered Thalia.

[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] Cells[/center]
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He wanted to be amused, to laugh as his sister did. But Richard merely sighed, not be able to afford the luxury of relaxing. Though he did tarry in worry as Ayita braced on Dean to help herself to her feet. Her wounds must ache something fierce, yet the shake of his head warned him from offering aid. For all she generally followed his lead, Ayita was still a wild animal and injured she was stubborn and dangerous. Nothing would go in her without a exact description of what it was, where it came from and what it would do. Not to mention a hundred other questions. That had been the last time he tried to convince her to take Ibuprofen for a headache.

Studying the doors, he nodded to himself in thought. [color=Olive]"Charge... Will not work."[/color] The assassin agreed in an annoyed voice that bordered on deadly rage. [color=Olive]"Nor will hostages as this chap pointed out. However, we do have help on the outside and our powers are returning albeit some slower than others. We also have wounded. So what can we do with those variables?"[/color] Rubbing his head with one hand he studied the human and shook his head. [color=Olive]"We can move carefully. Shield out ass, and keep those who can shoot and fight on the outer ring. The most wounded and Allison- you dear are our best defense with those doors= in our center. Pietro, start fantasizing about Guin and stop puzzling over the fact you'd not last more than a minute- you won't last another one if you don't relay effectively between our groups. Get Cassandra- a Cassandra- to hunt down a map of this place if she can. One of them ought to be able to have the range... Hopefully."[/color] The assassin leaned back and considered things. [color=Olive]"Get whatever weapons those idiots had on them. Ayita-"[/color]

[color=ForestGreen]"Gun. Cover your ass with the winged woman."[/color]

The Adder nodded and looked to Pietro with a raised brow as if asking why he wasn't moving his ass. [color=Olive]"We move. We shoot first. Screw the fact their humans, we're mutants. They will kill on sight and I'm not loosing a damned brat."[/color] Shoving the agent into a cell, Richard closed the door on him. Making sure it locked. Moving to the door the Adder peered down both sides of the hall.