[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=Olive]Richard Laine[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=Olive]Kitchen - Hallway[/color][/b] Cells[/center]
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The clink of dishes stacking nicely on the self satisfied the infamous assassin, as he wrung his hands dry on a towel. He had nothing against them remaining wet but wet scales were different than wet hands. Though he was not so free in his shifting as his sister, he did do it from time to time. Especially when he wanted to go unnoticed. Pulling out his phone to check the device, his face fell into a scowl as the blast thing went to that dreaded blue screen. A bad curse that. He hated seeing that particular shade of blue when it did happen. It meant a load of bills and time he didn't have to spend to get the damned thing fix.

Shoving it back into his pocket with the intent of waiting until their resident Stark was in a better mood to ask her to fix it. While he had set aside the suit jacket for the time he had dressed impeccably in black trousers and a devil's own red shirt, of which he was rolling the cuffs down as he decided to hunt down some other form of amusement. If he couldn't get to his music, well a book wasn't too fun now was it? Aimlessly wandering as he stretched his legs and considered what to do.

[h1][b][i][center][color=ForestGreen]Ayita Dyrkin[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=ForestGreen]Palor - First Floor[/color][/b] Cells[/center]
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Shrugging at Marygold with an absent move, Ayita didn't see why she would not be nice to the younger mutant. She had been merely playing with after all, it wasn't wasn't like she was literally unsheathing some very real claws. A playful tussle with words, the real tussle with said claws she would save for her mater or brother. Those who were more... durable. Though her look of indifference was shattered when Dean snapped sharply and started flickering about the room. Had she ears they would have been laid back as the speedster laid into her. Whatever she had been suspecting it had not been this.

Taking a step back under the torrent of words she felt them stab deeply within her, even as her amber eyes turned from confusion to that awful blankness of someone retreating within themselves. She hadn't been even close to hurting or hunting him! If Ayita had wanted him dead or acting like she was about to kill him then why was she in this human form? She could understand she was still deadly even as a human, but it was not how she preferred to kill. Then again, the young Laine preferred not to kill at all. Turning sharply away from Dean, she leaned heavily in the window listening to the speedster bolt outside. Her back stiff as Ayita clenched her jaw tightly. Perhaps Damon was right to fly north? But what of Richard, Allison and- dare she admit it- Guin? The latter had been scooped under her brother's figurative wing and for some reason that meant her wing as well. Perhaps this was a foolish thought, but it made sense. Then again it had been Richard who raised her.

Her form cracked and groaned as she fought back the urge to shift. To fly away to some remote location and nurse this injury. Tempting as it was, Richard would wonder and she didn't want to cause a rift between him and 'The Puppy' as Richard called Dean. He was fond of the lad though it was more in the sense he found the younger mutant a source of amusement. Like a fond book. With a sigh, Ayita studied the golden ring- worn and old as it was- and gave into the change. The great horned owl remaining perched on the sill of the window however as she puffed her feathers up in agitation. Perhaps she was barbaric after all! Clacking her beak she preen with harsh strokes at her wings, pulling feathers out with a certain viciousness. It wasn't as if she had pretended to be anything other than what she was!