[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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Richard groaned as Guin snapped at him. [color=Olive]"You don't take orders, period."[/color] The former assassin retorted tartly, before turning his attention to the little brat who kept annoying him. He never had a thing against fairies, but he was starting to get one.[color=Olive]"Lovely, excellent. Did he perhaps tell you how he got unstuck?"[/color] The snake-eyed man rolled his eyes with exaggeration. All in all, Richard was very aware he could do very little without hurting himself with how Dean was still stuck in him. So it was better to wait this entire thing out and just lay still and keep the 'Puppy' still as well.

[color=Olive]"Probably because I slammed his forehead in the door and he decided to grow a pair at the worst time."[/color] Richard groused to Beast as the man appeared in the doorway. Closing his eyes, Richard shrugged best he could without ripping something inside of himself and sighed. [color=Olive]"Ayita can receive all types of blood, but she can't give any. A+ myself so I don't know that I can help."[/color] Giving the boy in his arms a look, Richard groaned. [color=Olive]"Just get a damn surgical blade, a keg of liquor and start letting me drink. Then start cutting. I'll heal, just may take a bit."[/color] Richard winced, [color=Olive]"Of course I'd prefer the least painful route, but beats getting your arm blown off and regrowing it."[/color] Glancing at Beast the former assassin shrugged. [color=Olive]"Army.I- ah- took a permanent leave when I noticed what was happening."[/color]

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=ForestGreen]Ayita Dyrkin[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=ForestGreen]Location: Outside(First Floor) [/color][/b] [/center]
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Well, Ayita felt the instincts of the bear roll about her like currents of the ocean. Her coherent sense of self so far above her head, like the surface of the waves. Yet why should she obtain that back? The bear was using her knowledge and controlling their body just as well as she would have and in this sea of thought she was comfortable. Fear, doubts, restraint. It was all brushed away with the constant rhythm of the shifting ways life moved. The swirls of the wind, the steady turn of the seasons, the constant swells and crests of waves. These were things that no '[i]human[/i]' could understand, even if they called themselves mutants. Marygold and her '[i]wisedom[/i]' to be better! Bah! The bear roared as it was thrown back and the earth around Bear-Ayita was erupted from Scott's blasts. As if that horrid little she-bitch knew of the drive of survival.

Death always came in the end and while Ayita had no desire to die, she had no desire to allow her mate and pack to die. So she had acted, allowed the instincts to drive her and took a life. Surging up through the waves of instinct, Ayita scrambled for the surface. No doubt these hunters would want her pelt and meat as well, and she was of mind with the hunters. That desire to remain living drove her against the barrier of instinct. The great white bear swung it's head towards the married pair, letting out a snarling roar as Ayita's mind returned in full force. Let these hunters beware! She'd feast upon them for their desire to hunt her! Slamming into Scott, the bear's rush jarred the man's glasses and the laser hit Ayita and the two other women sending them to the ground.