[h1][b][i][center][color=ForestGreen]Ayita Dyrkin[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=ForestGreen]Location[/color][/b] First Floor -> Outside[/center]
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Ayita trudged up the stairs with a wolfish sigh. If she was honest with herself, the woman-wolf ached within and without. Her body was a mass of bruises and pain from the bullets. Her heart a mass of worry over her 'pack'. Richard had almost died, something that had truly shaken the shifter. Allison had been captured along side them because she had failed to protect her friend. Damon, the final member of her personal pack was missing and thus alone and in danger. The primal thoughts that badgered her and snapped at her, wanting to tear into herself for the weakness she was showing, only made her feel worse. There was no place for weakness in this form. Strength was the defense and the offense. Weakness meant the pack would eat you and be glad about it. Worry was something that was common place, but she still didn't like it.

Jarred from the primal thoughts her body shifted to a wary stance as she examined the three humans before her. Two of them were mutants but they wore the skins of humans. Baring gleaming fangs, she slowly covered them as Thalia seemed to know these people. Relief that at least these weren't new enemies, she let loose a sigh before giving a startled yelp as she found herself on the first floor. Ignoring her brother's worried look at her, she bared her fangs in warning at the all too familiar Scarlet Witch. Oh, she remembered the woman well. Pricking her ears forward she studied the Brotherhood leader as well for a long moment before slipped from the room to open skies and free air. Flying wouldn't be wise, but Ayita needed the open spaces of the world.

The Quinjet was there she noted with a note of approval as she sniffed the wind as it stirred about her dark fur. The wolf also noted a figure get out of a dark car. The man she studied for a long second with inhuman eyes as she bared her fangs in a dark snarl as her brother joined her, pronouncing him as the man who had caused all of this. Bristling her fur, the wolf crouched sending a stray nudging mind-to-mind to Allison to notify her of the strangers before catching another scent. Perking her ears she turned her head to the Quinjet and her form shifted to that of human before once more to a black raven that took of with a beat of wings. Wings that ached and burn and demanded she stop using them. Ayita obliged as she shifted back in mid air near about tackling Damon to the ground as she wrapped the man in a bone crushing hug. Not her usual, but they had made it through a hell that she had been certain was going to lead to nothing but death. [color=ForestGreen]"Pack- Damon- One is well. Safe."[/color] Sheer relief that he was alright as was Allison and her brother was alive. Her eyes were far from human and ached with pain and weariness reflected the primal thoughts that rolled and struggled against her human nature. Pressing her lips to the Host's cheek absently, she turned her attention back to their enemy as she stepped away and prepared to shift and run the foe down. With how she was feeling, she hoped they wouldn't.

[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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Richard sighed in relief as Pietro got his powers back and they found themselves all with their 'rescue party'. Though considering his former boss and the  Scarlett Witch joined that party, Richard wasn't sure if he wanted to be rescued any more. Giving a polite and slightly stiff and wary nod to Magneto, he turned his gaze to Guin and Mira. Gripping the latter's shoulder in a friendly grasp, he moved by her and brushed a few strands of hair from Guin's face. Assuring himself the young Stark was fine physically if not mentally. Satisfied he turned to look at Mary with a hardness in his eyes. [color=Olive]"There's a few OMEN agents in the cells below. I don't know if their dead or not, and I don't care."[/color] He noted with a venomous croon as he passed Marygold. Jamming his hands into his pockets and feeling the earbuds in there he looked after the form of the Dire wolf that bounded from human contact and to the outside.

Following after his wayward sister with the intent of dragging her back under cover, the former assassin smirked at the Quinjet. A smirk that turned into a deadly mask as he spied Jakobsen. Gripping the wolf's ruff he smiled with a cold cruelty. [color=Olive]"That sister is the one who did this. Though he pretends not to. Jakobsen. No, you can't bite him."[/color] He command was directed towards the crouching beast as he checked the ammo in his glock. He would love to take Jakobsen out, but not yet. He would give the man one last chance for Allison's sake. If their little fore-teller said to kill him, Richard was going to claim first dibs.