[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cc33ff]Guin Stark[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/HsbrSgDf/arrow-gif-mine-lone-gunmen-thea-queen-willa-holland-queencest-se.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=cc33ff]Location:[/color][/b] The Palace - New York City, New York ([url=https://i.postimg.cc/SxJDcStp/image.png]Outfit[/url])
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] Telepathy (Mental Link)[hr][/center]	[i][color=cc33ff]Will do. Be back in a bit, love,[/color][/i] Guin told Pietro softly through their mental link. She then returned her attention fully to Allison, raising an eyebrow slightly as Allison checked to make sure they were entirely alone in the restroom. To some the behavior would have been alarming, but Guin found the paranoia a bit comforting. Crazy people generally lacked the self awareness to check to make sure no one else was there before they started explaining all of their insane thoughts and feelings. However, she kept her face neutral, letting Allison continue to hold her hand as well. 

	At first, Guin was incredibly confused by everything Allison was telling her. It seemed so improbable but... she had had something of a dream that was incredibly similar to that. Was it possible that her dream had been real? The odds of her and Allison sharing a dream were small, but they were still calculable. Stranger things had happened. Maybe someone had tried to mess with both of their heads, fully convincing Allison and then only partially convincing Guin? [color=cc33ff]"Okay, I have a few ideas as to what might have happened, but we'll need to go to my lab... And I'll need to do some scans of your brain to eliminate a few possibilities,"[/color] Guin explained quietly. 

	[color=cc33ff]"You could be right. I... I had a dream like that and it felt really real. But also, we're both affiliated with the Royal Family - it could've been someone in the Human Resistance group trying to mess with us in order to get to the royals,"[/color] she added. There was a problem though - taking Allison to go to her lab meant that they would need to leave the Palace and head to Stark Tower. She doubted King Erik would just let them leave his party early. He had been known to kill people for less. 

	[color=cc33ff]"But so that way you can blend in, at least until we confirm that you are right and it isn't something else... You're a wealthy New York City socialite here - engaged to a professional athlete, Oshea Jackson. You're an ambassador or diplomat of sorts for King Erik and the Royal Family. I don't think you know how to fight here - I certainly don't. I mean... it's hard to imagine a reality where Pietro let me do that."[/color] She sighed slightly. It was a bit of a sore subject - the possibility of her training and learning how to fight. He was strongly against it. And nothing Guin ever said would change his mind on it. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=DBA1DE]Casper Theriot[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/nrXVtkJD/original.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=DBA1DE]Location:[/color][/b] LeBeau Casino -> Outside - New Orleans, Louisiana 
[b][color=DBA1DE]Skills:[/color][/b] Mediumship[hr][/center]	Casper looked at his brother and the others around the room for a moment, before he sighed slightly, looking a bit like a kicked puppy. [color=DBA1DE]"Of course... I'll get out of your hair, Jackie,"[/color] he told his brother, giving him a forced smile before he got up. [color=DBA1DE]"Tu n'as jamais voulu un frère comme moi,"[/color] he told his brother quietly, and he walked out of the room. He left the candy and soda he had grabbed on the table, not exactly wanting to bring it with him. 

	[i]"Hey, chin up, man,"[/i] Ben told Casper, running a bit to catch up with the taller, living mutant. Casper shook his head slightly, looking around the hallway outside of the basement room they had been in. He had no idea where he was or how he'd even get outside to find fresh air, but it didn't matter. He could tell that his brother's life was practically perfect here - and the main thing standing in the way of that was his presence. What was it Jack had called him again - incompetent? [color=DBA1DE]"Ben I don't know what to do..."[/color] he said quietly. 

	[i]"For one, you're being a bit over dramatic... But given who your dad is, I think that's to be expected,"[/i] Ben said bluntly and Casper winced a bit at the mention of his father. [i]"Two, Jack seems to be messing with some dangerous people here - so he probably isn't the same Jack we remember. And three, since I know logic isn't your forté, take some deep breaths and find a computer. The internet will help."[/i]

	[color=DBA1DE]"...Hug?"[/color] Casper asked Ben. The ghost rolled his eyes and hugged Casper - though since he wasn't a tangible being, Ben's hugs were an entirely visual effect and had no added physical experience. Casper then took a breath and walked through Ben, his friend rolling his eyes and following after him as Casper went up the stairs and emerged into the main floor of a casino. [color=DBA1DE]"...Yeah, I see why Jackie likes this place,"[/color] he said with a bit of a sniffle. He glanced back down the stairs and then walked out the back exit of the casino, spotting one of the gingers from earlier leaning up against a wall, taking off blood stained gloves. 

	[i]"...Okay, so avoid her,"[/i] Ben advised. 

	[color=DBA1DE]"Hey, do you know which way the library is?"[/color] Casper asked the girl. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#a81a75]Runa Blake[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/0y9gB6c9/tumblr-p38u66v-BFQ1wg814yo4-540.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=#a81a75]Location:[/color][/b] Banner Residence - Sydney, Australia 
[b][color=#a81a75]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][/center]	Runa had a strong sense of dread as they asked for Dr. Banner - no one ever came out this way to visit Lance's father, she recalled. There were too many people present for this to be a pleasant social call. Large groups only came to visit someone who lived on the outskirts of society, bringing a strange Midgardian ship with them if they were up to something. She couldn't tell yet if it was something good or evil - but her gut was telling her the latter. She clenched her hands slightly, angry that not an hour after waking up in this dream world, it was already threatening to turn into a nightmare. 

	Her stomach twisted into knots as they ignored Lance's question as to who they were. Yes, her intuition had been correct - these were not heroes. A team of heroes would have explained who they were. A team of villains? They wouldn't leave a loose end like that. It made her more concerned that they were not attempting to hide their identity. It meant that they didn't need to - either because they were planning to kill them or because no one would bother to arrest them for their actions. [color=#a81a75]"Thor, tordengud, gi meg styrke, så jeg kan slå dem ned. Klara, kjærlighetens gudinne, gi meg mot slik at jeg kan beskytte de jeg bryr meg om. Odin, krigsgud, gi meg visdom slik at jeg kan overleve, og mine fiender vil dø ved mitt blad,"[/color] Runa mumbled to herself softly. It was a prayer to the gods. 

	She hoped that they were listening and with her hands obscured behind Lance, she tapped into Eldritch Magic and created two discs of magical energy around her hands. If these strangers tried to hurt them, she would be ready for them. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=add3ff]Dominika Novikova[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/dt5bc7Yd/original.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=add3ff]Location:[/color][/b] Banner Residence - Sydney, Australia
[b][color=add3ff]Skills:[/color][/b] Dimensional Energy Perception[hr][/center]	Novikova closed her eyes, causing the flow of nonstop images of Lance Banner to stop. She didn't know if she should tell the others what she had seen - but she did know now that Lance was the same person as her best friend. One of them had to have come from an alternate universe in their own world - and she was leaning towards it being Sparky. It would explain why she had no memories of Sparky in this world. Niah's calm voice allowed her to refocus on the task at hand. At Maria's question, Novikova grimaced slightly. [color=add3ff]"...I don't know,"[/color] she said softly. [color=add3ff]"Nothing good."[/color]

	Opening her eyes, Novikova looked at his girlfriend. The flood of images wasn't anything she had expected. The human they were looking at wasn't actually human at all - she was an Asgardian. Taking a breath, she shut her eyes and then put her shades back on. If she had to bet, she would say that this girlfriend of Lance's was somehow connected to Raynor Blake. The surname was the same after all. Perhaps a twin? 

	[color=add3ff]"...The girl, she's dangerous,"[/color] Novikova then told Maria. She owed no debt to Runa. [color=add3ff]"I saw her in other lifetimes as... an Asgardian,"[/color] she then added at a whisper. [color=add3ff]"Are we sure she's human?"[/color] she then asked, worried that they might be about to fight an alien. Asgardians exceeded almost everyone in strength - they came from legend practically.