[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=FFD9E9]Allison Andrewss[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media1.giphy.com/media/13WbFkIP6QIlZ6/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=FFD9E9]Location:[/color][/b] The Palace - New York City, New York ([url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/7d/52/5a/7d525ad8263529d85a635c99c9f260b5.jpg]Outfit[/url])
[b][color=FFD9E9]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][/center]

Allison followed un somewhat uncomfortable silence. Still, she was a bit peeved, but less so when she thought about it. Either way, first things first was finding people who could understand her. Or at least find allies. She didn't know who to trust, but she was sure that at least the two girls could be trustworthy.

She followed Guin into the Infirmary, seeing Miranda on the bed. She felt a twinge of guilt, knowing Guin was probably upset and the fact she was the one that drew them away. She also wondered where Oshea was, but quickly waved the thought away. She didn't know the man there, but Guin seemed to trust him.

[color=FFD9E9]"Umm well ok. I'll say it then. Name's Allison. You might know that, might not depending. Well there's no other way to say it than to just say it. This world is not correct. Or rather, this reality is not the correct one. I don't know how and I don't know why, but we were all transported here. It seems some of us were given memories of this reality while others remember the other one. I know of the other one where humans and mutants lived together, there was no King or Queen, and we were part of the X-Men, a group of mutants who saved the world every now and then. I know it sounds crazy, but we have science backing me up. Someone sent us here and we need to find out why, becaue I guarantee the reason is not good."[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=FF8CBD]Tinley Abercrombie[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/WPLSZXhUr9sqs/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=FF8CBD]Location:[/color][/b] Red Guard Mobile Unit - Sydney, Australia
[b][color=FF8CBD]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][/center]

This was all new territory and she was already feeling the effects of being placed back into her leadership role. She sighed audibly. [color=FF8CBD]"It was kind of nice not having to make decisions for a little bit, but I guess good things don't last. The prisoners are not being killed. We are not murderers. As for ditching them, I don't trust Mystique or that James guy. Digby seems like she could go either way. I say the best bet would be to drop them off somewhere and go."[/color]

She looked back at the jet. [color=FF8CBD]"Any ideas where to leave them? We need to get moving soon. I need answers to this entire mess and I don't want them alone too long before they start getting ideas."[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=9A86AD]Anastasia Reinhardt[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/8dfd4679c0747a514a2c81ba499dd705/tumblr_phzuffXsj31qjz9w2o3_250.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=9A86AD]Location:[/color][/b] LeBeau Casino - New Orleans, Lousiana
[b][color=9A86AD]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][/center]

Things were getting interesting with the spirit weirdo talking to himself or whoever. She glanced over at the girl, Chrysi. Didn't seem dangerous to her, but then again who was she to judge? [color=9A86AD]"So what are we doing then? All out assault? No holds barred this time around too? Maiming? Capturing? What are the limits? This is interfering with me getting a crown and that does not make me happy."[/color]

She held her hands up, ready to pounce and attack when given the word. She didn't want to jump in first in case they wanted to hold her, because she had no qualms about wasting her away. She could have fun torturing her for information too if that came up.