[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cc33ff]Guin Stark[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/Wz3B5LCj/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=cc33ff]Location:[/color][/b] the Baxter Building - New York
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] Telepathy [hr][/center]	Shortly after Ben Grimm threatened to kill Johnny Storm, Richards turned on the machine and Guin's memories of the real world came back to her, snapping into place as if they had always been there. Suddenly, she could remember being rushed to the hospital after nearly overdosing, climbing up onto a stool in order to peer into the engine of a car as her father upgraded it, sketching designs in detention out of boredom, accepting Pietro's proposal, and so much more. [color=cc33ff]"Well shit - that was one hell of an info drop,"[/color] Guin quipped. 

	Muscle memory had returned to her as well. She intuitively knew now the proper way to handle a sword and care for her, how to get the best shot off with a bow, and the easiest moves to make in hand-to-hand combat when fighting a larger male (the majority of the people she thought fit into that category). In fact, she had used those very moves to attack Pietro when she encountered him at the Power Plant, only to end up knocking him on top of her in what had to be a cosmic joke. Mercifully, her real life didn't require wearing dresses. She didn't remember this acidic, aching hollow feeling in that lifetime - the one that had threatened to consume her here.

	Of course, she hadn't been a telepath before, so that was something to wonder about - had Wanda accidentally unlocked a latent mutant ability of hers when she warped reality? 

	But as much as Guin's brain was exploring all of these newfound connections and reevaluating everything through this lens, she finally felt [i]whole[/i]. The independence, the freedom she had been denied in this world, she had it in the other one. She was able to choose who she wanted to be, without having to worry about the decorum of the Palace - she was able to choose to be a hero if she wanted to. The elevator doors opened and she recognized a few of the people there - mainly Lance, her pseudo-brother and best friend. 

	[color=cc33ff][i]Hey, I totally understand if you don't want your memories back... But are you okay?[/i][/color] she quickly whispered to Pietro. [color=7ea7d8][i]I'm fine Guina, honest...[/i][/color] [color=cc33ff][i]Alright, I'm glad. And it's okay if you're not fine - shit, I'm somehow feeling fine now... Well not fine but better. Apparently I'm an addict in the other world. So that's so much fun.[/i][/color] [color=7ea7d8][i]Oh, okay then...[/i][/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"So, who let you guys in here? Since we should clearly fire that person, Lando."[/color][hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=add3ff]Dominika Novikova[/color] and [color=#a81a75]Runa Blake[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/kGLU1JvAL0PyUV1zQH/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Outside -> Inside the Baxter Building - New York
[b]Skills:[/b] [color=add3ff]Dimensional Energy Perception[/color] [hr][/center]	Novikova disagreed with Cass - they were going to uproot their lives anyways, they might as well rip off the bandaid and get it over with. There was no version of this where they changed everything back and people weren't caused some degree of trauma. As for the drawing attention factor - Novikova figured that was bound to happen anyways. They weren't the most discrete unit. Agent Bautista agreed with her and had Niah not been so timid all of the time, Novikova might have flashed her a smile. But as it was, she didn't know if smiling at her would cause her to shatter into a million pieces or something of the sort. She headed into the building and into the elevator with the others. 

	Runa smiled to herself as Lance replied that he loved her too. It was a quiet and private moment, but it was nice even if their memories of their time together were all fabricated... But they had a chance right now to make some real memories. She was trying her very best to focus on the positive, to not dwell on the fact that if everything went to plan, she most likely would never see him again - he might not even want to see her at the end of all of this. As they got out of the elevator, she spotted a lot of famous people. There was King Erik's son, Pietro - and even Johnny Storm from the sapien death match shows. She had heard some talk about Reed Richards in this reality, purely since she was attending uni for astronomy and he was a big deal in the sciences. [color=#a81a75]"Okay, what now then?"[/color] Runa whispered.

	[color=add3ff]"What we came here for,"[/color] Novikova said, her eyes instantly going to Prince Pietro. He was easily the most dangerous one here, given his mental state and his powers, so she wanted to get his memories back to him instantly. She locked eyes with him and took off her glasses, trying to restore his memories. Instead, she caught glimpses of alternate lives he had lived. He killed for sport in them. The color drained from her face but she couldn't look away, just trying again to restore his memories. The next thing she knew, his foot slammed into her left knee and Novikova screamed in pain, falling to the ground. 

	[color=7ea7d8]"Hell no, no one is messing with my head again!"[/color]

	[color=add3ff]"Get away from him, he's a goddamn serial killer!"[/color] Novikova warned through the pain. 

	Runa's eyes had widened, seeing the Prince hurt the Russian spy like that and then even more so at what Novikova had said. They never really had to worry about serial killers on Asgard, but she knew they were sadly commonplace here. Why were they attempting to recruit someone if he was so evil as to cause Novikova to scream? A twinge of doubt then formed in Runa's heart - what would Novikova see if she was to look at her?

	[color=cc33ff]"Pietro, stop it!"[/color][hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=DBA1DE]Casper Theriot[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/MZf2fx7b/image.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=DBA1DE]Location:[/color][/b] the LeBeau Casino - New Orleans
[b][color=DBA1DE]Skills:[/color][/b] Mediumship[hr][/center]	[color=DBA1DE]"Yeah, I have!"[/color] Casper corrected Jack. He had gone to Vegas with some of his friends from rehab after they had gotten out (of course, he had been to rehab so many times he knew just about all of the regulars at the facility) and they had enjoyed their newfound freedom by promptly doing as many hard drugs as they could. If it hadn't been for his only real family, his baby brother Jack, living in Washington D.C., he probably never would have come back. And he was pretty sure his mother would kill him if he joined the Mob instead of her gang of thugs. [color=DBA1DE]"... Well just because it was in American Horror Story doesn't mean it's [i]not[/i] real - the Black Dahlia, the Night Stalker, Marie LeVeau... Those were all real people, Jackie! Bette and Dot were even based on real conjoined twins!"[/color]

	He glanced in the direction where Jack was looking and instantly, Casper didn't even really know how to react. How did you greet your semi-serious boyfriend after all of reality had been warped to give everyone a happy ending, but somehow that happy ending meant that you weren't together? He smiled sheepishly in James' direction and ran a hand through his hair, wondering if he was supposed to break out into a musical number or apologize or hug him or just [i]what[/i]. [color=DBA1DE]"... Oh thank goodness he's alright,"[/color] Casper finally said, just staring at James and then waving his arms rapidly at him. Sure, he noticed Max next to James but he wasn't in a romantic relationship with Max (at least, not that he was aware of) so he was lower on the totem pole. 

	[i]"It's your Prince Charming, Cinderella,"[/i] Ben teased Casper with a smirk. 

	[color=DBA1DE]"Please, I'm not Cinderella - I want to be Meg from Hercules,"[/color] Casper corrected him.