[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=Olive]Richard Laine[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=Olive]Location: Sub-Basement[/color][/b] [/center]
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Oh there were things that were going to be said, or so were Richard Laine's thoughts as he descended into the sub-basement in search of Marygold. It was one thing to harbor misgivings against his sister, but to outright speak to her in such a manner and dismiss her because of something that was part accident and part for the greater good? Oh, he blamed himself for Wonderland- Lizzie's- death. Having known and liked the woman well enough her death had been a blow to him. Though he, at least, understood Ayita's mindset behind it. While her words seemed a little off with her little display in the sitting room it wasn't uncommon. Ayita's grip on human manners was still a learning process. She got most of it but there were a few things she didn't get. Generally things that changed with the times, and popular culture.

So when he spotted Guin, Lance and Dean in the hallway the Adder stepped to one side with a warning look, which only grew more intense as Dean swore he was not a 'puppy' and started blazing about the walls. [color=Olive]"Boy, I am not in the mood for a pissing contest. Marygold just had Ayita in tears and-"[/color] There was a savage hiss as Richard's head was whipped to one side as the younger speedster kicked him in the head. Wiping a hand over his lips, the snake-eyed man stared at his blood with growing annoyance. [color=Olive]"Oh... Puppy, you [i]know[/i] better."[/color] The Adder hissed as he swore viciously. [color=Olive]"Ayita's been hurt and now you're causing a fuss."[/color] The man snarled and walked to the door with quick strides as he sneered at Dean in a taunt, [color=Olive]"You little, whimpering [i]motherfucking puppy[/i]."[/color] As Dean would attempt to attack, Richard smirked and slammed the door to the lab open and into Dean's face, a nice bruise to match the one on the lad's ego.

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=ForestGreen]Ayita Dyrkin[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=ForestGreen]Location: Formal Sitting Room -> Outside(First Floor) [/color][/b] [/center]
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Watching as Richard left, Ayita felt a small feeling of satisfaction fill her. He would deal with Marygold, she would have some justice in this cruel world in which Man thought they ruled. Clenching her hand she turned and looked at the fallen Shelly who had just been blasted through the window courtesy of Cyclops. Her boots clacked over the floor as she walked towards the little human who had called her a feral. Another who mocked her for what she was. Her eyes flashed as she stared down at the woman, Scott and Jean. The older woman trying to help her mate up from where he had stumbled out the window to the ground below. [color=ForestGreen]"You called me a 'feral'."[/color] Ayita stated quietly to Shelly with a voice that was filled with the ice of the northern forests she called home.

[color=ForestGreen]"You threatened me."[/color] The young woman stated as she walked towards the fallen anti-mutie raised mutant, her hands loose at her sides. Gripping them into fists would hinder her. [color=ForestGreen]"You say we bully you? You do not know the meaning of the word."[/color] Ayita snarled, sounding unhuman in her rage as she threw a punch at Shelly's middle. She felt something give, most likely a cracked rib. [color=ForestGreen]"I [i]starved[/i]. I was [i]hunted for my meat and hide[/i]. My own mother [i]tried to sell me as a animal[/i]."[/color] Ayita roared in fury as she round house kicked the woman. Her heel solidly connecting with Shelly's breast. Straighting again, Ayita stared at Shelly with cold fury.

[color=ForestGreen]"You don't know the meaning of a hard life. You scoff at us, but you. Do. NOT. Know."[/color] Each word was clipped as Ayita's voice settled to a deadly growl. Not the passive quietness that was usually about her, but a deadly chill that was filling her heart. She was sick of this girl and she was tired of the insults. Mary had crossed the line and no one else was going to add to it.