[hr][hr][center][h1][color=FB5A7E]Leighton Brooks[/color][/h1][img]https://thumbs.gfycat.com/DecentFlippantAbyssiniangroundhornbill-size_restricted.gif[/img][hr][color=FB5A7E][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Cherry Bomb - Wardrobe Suite
[color=FB5A7E][b]Skills[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Leighton stared at the almost ethereal image of her aunt as she spoke about her own mother. It had only just dawned on her that she hadn't thought about her family since all of this started. Did they even wonder where she was? Did they care? And if they did care, if what her aunt was saying was true, then her mother had kept a huge secret from her and she most likely only wanted Leighton home to prevent embarrassment. She couldn't believe her own mother was a mutant too. To think what could have been if her skills were honed.

Past Leighton may have listened to her aunt and took in the talk about royal lineage, but she felt more at home amongst this group than she ever did before. It is a sad thing to say that in her own home she felt like a stranger. Her mother and father did not care, did not show love. She was expected to show up, look good, and be the best. But with Erg, she felt a sense of belonging, a part of something bigger. With the Underground, she felt like she was doing something worthwhile.

[color=FB5A7E]"If that is the case, Aunt Emma, then what are you doing here now? If what you say is true, you knew from the start that I had powers and abilities, but I was never taken out of my family's hold. It is only now you show up as I am working with this group, so you can see my hesitation. What is your intent exatly?"[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=9A86AD]Anastasia Reinhardt[/color][/h1][img]https://em.wattpad.com/2a471cc0cd00bdbfb5df1fc3fa679f39fb498a35/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f31536f304c466d433132693244673d3d2d3632373836383137382e313535316161373631386531393564643438323930343139383539322e676966[/img][hr][color=9A86AD][b]Location[/b][/color]: Train Car
[color=9A86AD][b]Skills[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Ana merely watched as Valentine offered her hand to Jinx, with the boy taking it in his own. Sometimes a girl didn't need the power to shit desire to get what she wanted. Ana had to respect that. [color=9A86AD]"All well and good then, but it won't matter unless we get off this train and escape. We have a vehicle ready to transport us all safely away, so let us be off."[/color] Ana allowed Jinx to lead, she would take up the rear, less something go wrong she needed to fix (or in case something bad happened. Jinx would get the first hit then).

This mission was rather easy. She expected more resistance, but thus far it had almost been a cakewalk. If this was going well, how did the Three-in-One handle things on their end? If they intended to screw up the plan, there would be hell to pay and she would see it done. As they moved to exit the train, Ana kept her eyes on the siblings. David, or Ksenia, seemed content but Valentine was an unknown variable. Still, escape was imminent. Once out, who knows what would happen?