[hr][hr][center][h3][b][i][color=cc33ff]Guin Stark[/color], [color=add3ff]Dominika Novikova[/color], and [color=#a81a75]Runa Blake[/color][/i][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/L5Qkpb2t/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] the Baxter Building - New York
[b]Skills:[/b] [color=cc33ff]Telepathy[/color], [color=add3ff]Russian, Metal Bending[/color], [color=#a81a75]Eldritch Magic[/color] [hr][/center]	In Guin's worst nightmares, Pietro was murdered by O.M.E.N. agents - the circumstances matching the death of his future counterpart, Muscles. There were the occasional variations, in which a device she made caused his demise or one where the Avengers, deciding to forgo to clemency, eliminated him. But this waking horror brought her heart to a stop and a strangled breath escaped from her lips. [color=cc33ff]"Pietro..."[/color] she called out, her voice scarcely above a whisper. [color=cc33ff]"This isn't you. You aren't a killer - you're a good man... Please, stop."[/color] Her brain was so frazzled that even as she tried to telepathically take out Mystique, she couldn't focus and her effort amounted to nothing. 

	Maybe this all was just a dream.

	Novikova shook her head slightly, seeing the blood and gore covering Prince Pietro. These people had had the audacity to pretend that he was something else - that somehow, killing and torture did not run through his veins. [color=add3ff]"Идиоты,"[/color] she murmured under her breath. And while most of these people here only knew of her talents when it came to dimensional sight, she had other gifts - the ability to control the earth and to bend metal. She was slightly surprised no one had pointed out the similarities between her and Magneto in that light, but no matter. 

	Stretching her fingers, she dug in deep and began to levitate some of the metallic objects in the room - not too much, practically just a few tools like wrenches and screwdrivers. She then punched her hands forward and the tools shot towards Mystique, hitting the shapeshifter but she hardly flinched. Even as Novikova tried again to hit Mystique with metal, it was useless - her efforts were failures. 

	Runa didn't recognize those that entered the Baxter Building to attack them, but she didn't need to in order to identify a threat. The silver haired woman seemed to be fixating on the shapeshifter, so Runa figured that she must have been the most formidable foe. She certainly seemed to be the leader. And while restraint was taught on Midgard, Asgardians were ruthless in their conquest. They took very few prisoners. Her sling ring on her finger, Runa started to open up a portal, intent to create it around Mystique's waist in order to cut the mutant in half. It was a difficult process, yet Runa managed to create a thick and deep cut. Blood was cascading from Mystique's midsection yet no organs or entrails. 

	[color=#a81a75]"All-Father, lend me your strength so that my enemies can die by my blade..."[/color] She then took a running start and then shoved Mystique backwards, slamming her onto the ground. She wasn't unconscious yet, which was a shame, but Runa could tell she was hurting badly. Leaving an enemy conscious was a mistake - one she did not intend to make. [color=#a81a75]"You can make peace with your ancestors - perhaps pray for a Valkyrie to retrieve your soul,"[/color] she instructed Mystique. [color=#a81a75]"But be assured, you will not go to Hel - those who die in battle go to the halls of Valhalla."[/color]

	Guin felt sick at the sight of all of the blood. The gothic girl that Lance seemed fond of was brutal and cruel, almost savage in her attacks against Mystique. Doing her best to focus through the shock and the emotional pain, Guin locked onto Mystique's mind and knocked the shapeshifting mutant out cold. [color=cc33ff]"She's out, you can stop now!"[/color] she called out, mostly talking to Runa. They had Sabretooth and Pyro to deal with too, and while she hadn't fought Pyro before, she had heard so much about Sabretooth... and knew that he had been responsible for the death of Oshea.[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]	Casper's eyes widened with excited glee. [color=DBA1DE]"Wait... You were an elite secret agent with a badass attitude? You were [i][b]Bond, James Bond?!"[/b][/i][/color] he exclaimed, looking at his boyfriend with a huge grin. The littlest things could cause Casper's spirits to soar - especially if it meant that focusing on them would allow him to stop thinking about his father and his precious X-Men. [color=DBA1DE]"But really, trust me Max... If she's one of my father's students, I doubt she stayed sweet and heroic."[/color]

	However, he did chuckle a little bit at the description of the Hulk tossing Magneto around - that was definitely something he was going to look for later on YouTube. Did they have YouTube here? He really hoped that they did. He couldn't imagine a world without silly cat videos. 

	[i]"Ugh, your brother and straight women..."[/i] Ben grumbled. He didn't enjoy hearing about Jack's sexual exploits - especially the ones that resulted in a child. Thankfully, his attention was quickly distracted by the bar brawl breaking out - and Max's painfully obvious attempts to hit on his crush. [i]"Really? I'm right here! Can he at least hit on Jack when I'm not around?!"[/i]

	[color=DBA1DE]"You know, this is why raves are better... No one ever breaks out into stupid fights at raves,"[/color] Casper sighed, deciding to hopefully just stay out of the way and not need to get involved. He wasn't a huge fan of physical fighting for the sake of fighting.