[h1][b][i][color=Orange][center]Michelle Diggby[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=Orange][b]Location[/b][/color]: Red Guard Mobile Unit - Sydney, Australia -> Human Resistance HQ: New York City, New York.
[color=Orange][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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Tucking her diary under her arm, Michelle knelt and undid the brass clasps on the case of her instrument of torture and left her accordion to be inspected by the greeting party. Additionally, and possibly more importantly (although certainly not to Michelle), she pulled her trusty boot knife out from her sock. She felt bad about leaving Red Guards behind, but without following through the gate it would have been tough to re-establish contact. Despite being a few men down, she still had to continue the mission, she needed to keep tabs on her turncoat teammates and investigate the validity of this other world. Tinley's ultimatuum in her mind, Michelle quietly stood back up and starting to pay more attention to the world around her. People were getting their "memories", a concept that Michelle wasn't entirely happy about. She shared Kingston's doubts, it was only natural to be sceptical and it was indistinguishable from mind control. 

Completely enveloped in it, the cold's tentacular grip was no longer as consensual as it was in Australia, which begged the question, where were we now? On her ever expanding list of questions it wasn't very far up, especially when two new good ones had just popped up. While everyone else what caught up in the spectacle of a man falling between two portals and the laying on of hands reducing Bautista to a sobbing mess, everyone seemed to have missed some of the vital information. 

[color=orange]"Hold on. The King? Storm The Palace?"[/color] Michelle repeated before she joked, [color=orange]"You're not talking about jumping the fucking turnstiles at Graceland, are you?"[/color] 

Michelle folded her arms, tucking her fingers out of the freezing air. This was escalating way too fast.