[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#DDA0DD]Antoinette McCarthy[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=#DDA0DD][b]Location:[/b] Operating Theater -- First Sub-Basement 
Skills: Illusion Casting[/color][/center][hr][hr]

Carolina was still expressing deep concern for injuring Antoinette and she sighed a little bit, stroking her friend’s forehead once. It was not Carolina’s fault by any means. It wasn’t even Bethany’s not truly. 
[color=#DDA0DD]”I’m made of tougher things. A broken nose will not stop me,”[/color] Antoinette said. Allison and others walked into the operating theater and addressed the crowd. It turns out someone by the name of Mesmero had behind the Mansion’s fight club. Antoinette looked at Carolina and squeezed her hand, hoping she would see now that Antoinette in no way blamed her or felt ill against her. 
There was an increase of loud voices, despite Carolina’s urging that they all keep it down. Lance it seemed was not very happy that his father was here and offering aid. There was much Antoinette did not know of their relationship. For instance, she didn’t quite understand why someone, even with Bruce Banner’s blood, would speak so ill of them for saving his life. Of course, that was none of Antoinette’s business and everyone was entitled to react the way they wished. What Antoinette would give to see her father right now… 
Dean spoke up again, conjuring an image to mind of what made him happy. Turns out Dean had a younger sibling he was rather close to. Antoinette focused on him and his few descriptive words. She vaguely remembered him telling a few stories of his sister as well and built off of that as well. She released Carolina’s hand and focused on a blank spot in front of them and brought Dean’s sister to mind. Of course with a picture it would have been much simpler but by some precious miracle, Antoinette was able to bring forth a perfect illusion of Dean’s little sister. Stupid little smile and all. 
Dean would be able see his sister and hear her perfectly if she chose to speak. Of course he would not be able to physically touch her though. Still, Antoinette was pleased she could do something for Dean, even if it was this little. She hadn’t got to practice with her illusions much lately and it was a nice change of pace. Her right eye, the purple one, glowed brightly as she casted her illusion.