[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=639A5E][center]Frederick Flynn[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/f2f1ca2eda79440e53b1a9f16ff6eb7e/tumblr_njmy1s4MwO1tta1ono1_400.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=639A5E][b]Location:[/b][/color] New York Sanctum
[color=639A5E][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr]

	The past few months had definitely not been the best, that was obvious enough. Flynn had been sticking close to Bonnie since everything started, worried about losing her. There were a lot of people who were gone now, and he didn't want to lose her at all, not if he couldn't help it. He was standing near her when the others showed up to talk about what Ultron's plans were, and this was definitely not good at all, a machine that could destroy the planet? What the hell could they do against something like that?

	Now it was getting to the point where he wondered what the hell was even going on really, or why they even fought back. After all, Ultron was getting more powerful by the day, and soon he was likely going to wipe them all out. This was getting even more impossible the longer he thought about it, and no matter what they did the odds of Ultron killing them anyway or something anyway were high. He looked over at Bonnie now, and he was wondering what sort of plan they could come up with. His mind was racing through several different potential solutions, but he could not come up with anything really.

	Goose looked up at Niah, [b]"Mrow?"[/b] he said, pawing at her face a little bit and the pages of the book. He was really wanting someone to pet him, and he did want things to be back to what they were like before. Since everything happened, he had taken it upon himself to sort of be the "emotional support" animal in the group, and he took this sort of title very seriously, and right now he was thinking that maybe Niah needed some "help" as all she'd been doing recently was reading those books. It couldn't be very healthy.

	When she made the comment about crawling onto her shoulder, he easily did, climbing up somewhat to sit on her shoulder somewhat. [b]"Mrow?"[/b] he said again, and now he was starting to purr loudly and started rubbing his head up against her.