[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.
[color=#556B2F][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [/center][hr][hr]

Luna turned her head to the side, hearing one of the girls calling her Karen. Her name was Luna, or Glimpse and they knew that. Why would they be calling her Karen? That was seemingly of little concern to Luna when Colossus spoke up and told her some old time saying that obviously meant a lot to him. She smiled a bit. 
[color=#556B2F]”And is there a saying for someone who was sent here and is currently trying to become part of the brotherhood? I understand trust is earned but it can’t exactly be earned when your pushing me out the door already now can it?”[/color] She appreciated the saying nonetheless. Her father was always saying things like that. He was her brotherhood. Her family bond was all the wealth she needed, not the physical wealth they had. Luna understood there was a bond here as well, thicker than blood and she wasn’t trying to sever the bond but she wasn’t going to be pushed out without a fight either. If they wanted proof, she would give them proof. 
Luna listened to Veil as she agreed that they would be taking Luna out to check her information, which she was perfectly fine with. She had yet to go straight to the source herself so this would be a good opportunity to. The only problem was, if they didn’t trust her, why should she trust them? Perhaps she should just go on her own and if she doesn’t show up again because of some bad happening, no harm done. They could go about their lives and her parents could bury an empty coffin. Not like it wasn’t the first time that has happened. 
[color=#556B2F]”If I may be so bold, in regards to your mission statement. Wouldn’t it make sense to take out one of the reasons why you have to be rescuing and shipping off mutants to better parts? Leave the head of lion to the X-Men but at least cut a paw off.”[/color]

[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.
[color=#FFDAB9][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [/center][hr][hr]

Cayden shrugged before he pushed away from the table and followed along. He had finished his meal but brought his drink along to sip as they walked. 
[color=#FFDAB9]”It’s a bit boring “dreamwalker” and besides, dreamwalking is a very popular thing within native american culture. Regular humans boast about dreamwalking all the time and solving all sorts of things by doing so. My grandmother used to love the moon, all of her stories were told by moonlight and my first walk was during night and a full moon. It brings me comfort I think… Sorry, that was probably a bit of an over share,”[/color] Cayden said. He rubbed the back of his neck shyly and messed with his hair. If his other hand was free he would probably tie it up. 
They were interrupted by other voices and even though one was rude, Cayden smiled warmly at both of them. 
[color=#FFDAB9]”Cayden Proudstar, or Moonwalker if you prefer,”[/color] Cayden said as he shook Cannonball’s hand. He moved and extended his hand to Sunspot after.