[center][h1][color=lightblue]Mina Kreiger (Alloy)[/color][/h1][/center] [hr] Was she confident this team she'd joined was going to pull this off? Was she ready for whatever mysterious A-class battle was going to occur? Was she surprised that she made it into the airport like this with her metal-coated body at this venture? For the lattermost thing, Alloy could confidently say 'yes' without a shadow of a doubt. Parahuman and other troubles had seemed to always beef up security, not to mention and potential events to happen that would maybe said security measures even more to boot. Albeit having to avoid any of those 'pat-downs' on her part was rather nice to be frank. Not to mention the chance she'd be confined or arrested for having a metal body, despite nothing 'illegal' or such being on her person at all. She was walking on her way to where the team was going to meet, albeit with a half-eaten cheeseburger in one hand and a very small McDonalds bag with another one in it sitting in her right hand. Indeed, she'd skipped breakfast proper for this to make sure she was in the right place at the right time. She wasn't an idiot though, at least in her mind, and so had grabbed a couple of 1-dollar burgers last night to put in the fridge and sneak in here on her way to the meeting point. It had all, their plan and hers with the cheeseburgers that is, seemingly worked well so far. Albeit she couldn't say the cheap greasy fare helped any of the more reasonable nerves she was stifling in the back of her mind about this... [hr] [center][h1][color=pink]Allison Mead (Excaliblast)[/color][/h1][/center] [hr] Midterms. Even right now she was at her dorm room's desk working on a lengthy study guide for one. These former banes of her existence for many of these classes had haunted her, but as of late things hadn't been as hard for her even with them. At least, educationally. She'd come back here immediately after....after "that" day had occurred. She hadn't even gone out for a drink the next night with friends, which had brought some concern in her direction. Allison had heard them, though, her friends and associates among her peers whispering behind her back...wondering what had happened to her. Even the people from that trainyard party had seemingly been more concerned. Yet her professors? Something about being a bit more sober was leaving them a bit happier about her, less inclined to comment under their breath with wonder at how a hungover girl could ace a test. It wasn't like she'd stopped drinking, she'd go to parties at times still and have the fun she used to. Just not as often. And perhaps it was those times wherein she found a little comfort, save for a couple near-exposure times where she about used her power amidst drunken slurring and stumbling. She still saw the dead bodies in her dreams, even though at least Farce still seemed to be alive. That...had perhaps been the one thing positive out of this. Farce being alive. Before leaving, she'd even let Farce know that if she needed to get out as well that her dorm room was available. Allison's existing roommate wouldn't mind, at least. That had been the last time she'd seen anyone from "Lethal Force", however, as since that day she'd kept to college and places near to campus like it was safe haven. That 'hero' business? Forget it, if Mantis was involved alongside her at all. That man....she loathed that man even now with a passion. To her, he was also not in his right mind, after....the events in that room with Limbo. She'd witnessed two events only spoken of in parahuman studies, even, with few if any examples of them having been present when discussing them in class at that. And one of those things were to potentially psychologically smash a person's psyche further according to theory and whatever else, but she didn't need theory to talk about it. She'd seen in person that this was true to a 'T', in her opinion, albeit it was not like Farce didn't....didn't have shit to go through as well. In part her drive to get that degree and such was enhanced, perhaps, the desire to help the good parahumans out there. People among many of whom had been mentally traumatized terribly, and all that had permanent scars of it written into their flesh. The stigma, the issues on both sides, the bloody reality of a lot of this...it was almost funny to her what the non-negative or paranoid effects had been on her. She would have thought such a thing might've turned her away from her original goals educationally and in terms of a future career. Instead, it had fueled her a bit more, according to some of those around her who had told her point-blank after a time.