[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#556B2F]Luna Braddock - Glimpse[/color][/h1][img]https://i.imgur.com/zgRR3EI.gif[/img][hr]
[color=#556B2F][b]Location:[/b][/color] Mutant Underground -- Washington D.C.
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Wow were these people entertaining. It was like an reality TV show down here. Luna was waiting to be voted off the island at any moment, too bad she had a really juicy bargaining chip. She had a feeling she would have a permanent smirk on her face with these people as she listened to their various believes on trust. 
[color=#556B2F]”The beautiful thing is you don’t need trust to listen to what someone has to say. You simply need ears,”[/color] she said and looked at Havok, a perfectly innocent smile on her face now. [color=#556B2F]”And a brain to interpret.”[/color] She hadn’t given these people a single reason not to trust her but she didn’t care anyway. She had a message to deliver and a desire to help them, whether they believed her or not. 
[color=#556B2F]”Xavier has information from a reliable source, don’t bother asking I already tried to weasel it out of him, that perfect Sebastian Shaw is behind the Hound Program. The Hound program, if you haven’t heard of it, takes mutants, mostly those who won’t be missed,”[/color] Luna paused and looked pointedly around the room they were in before looking back at Veil. [color=#556B2F]”And injects them with some sort of drug or chemical that turns them into a near unstoppable weapon.”[/color]
When Luna had first heard this information from Xavier she was overcome with a severe amount of anger and then disappointment. Shaw hadn’t always been like this, honestly every villain didn’t start out bad. They had hopes, dreams… family. But people, the world could easily take something that mattered away from you and that’s it. You either switch everything off or you fight like hell so the world doesn’t win. 
[color=#556B2F]”Even though I demanded to wait for Veil, this is information that you may chose to do whatever you wish with. Call Xavier and double check the facts if you wish, take to the streets and ask questions, I don’t care. The point is, we’re running out of time. I have connections I am willing to use but there’s that pesky problem of trust,”[/color] Luna said and looked at them all. 



[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#FFDAB9]Cayden Proudstar - Moonwalker[/color][/h1][img]https://alyxwrites.files.wordpress.com/2018/05/tumblr_oo57elafoh1v74rx1o3_400.gif?w=268[/img][hr]
[color=#FFDAB9][b]Location[/b][/color]: Mutant Underground -- Washington D.C.
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Cayden ate his meal while he happily watched the kids devour their’s. They were talking happily with each other, feeling safe and relaxed despite the poor accommodations. In Cayden’s eyes, as long as there was a roof over his head, this was the good life. He looked over at Negasonic when she made a connection between his name and Michael Jackson. He grinned and shook his head. 
[color=#FFDAB9]”Don’t get me wrong, the man has talent. I can’t dance or sing like him though. No, one of my abilities is to dreamwalk and most people dream at night right? So Moon and then walker. Although maybe one day I’ll be like Armstrong and walk the moon, then follow up with moonwalking,”[/color] Cayden laughed. It really wasn’t funny, it was awful even but Cayden had this act of just being himself, regardless of the implications or what others would say about him. He just was.