[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 listened to her aunt's words and admitted to herself they sounded.....reasonable. Her mother was cold. Always had been. Leighton didn't care too much so long as she was provided for, but it now made sense that her life looked like that. She was sheltered from mutants. Forced away from what she was. Her mother had to have known. Was that why her aunt rarely showed up? Her mother didn't want her aunt filling her brain with ideas? And wasn't that what she wanted to achieve for herself? For Max? For Erg? A world where mutants could be free? To live with each other without fear of persecution? Wasn't that why she was here, trying to save the children?

Before she could ask her aunt, the door burst and hit her head. [color=FB5A7E]"Oh fuck!"[/color] She clutched the side of her head where she got hit, before Max and Havok ran in. She looked back to her aunt and then to Havok. Then she looked at Max. She felt something deep in her stomach, something that told her a decision was about to be made to change the course of her future.

[color=FB5A7E]"No, I want her to talk. She's family. And as much as my biological family has been pieces of shit, she is the first to tell me the actual truth. So I want to hear from her before I decide anything."[/color] She checked on Max, seeing if she would stand with her before she addressed her aunt. [color=FB5A7E]"Aunt Emma. What does this world look like? What would it entail? And how do you plan on getting there? I want the truth, especially as it pertains to those that are not mutants."[/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]: Amtrack Station
[color=9A86AD][b]Skills[/b][/color] Telekinesis, Morality Manipulation[/center][hr][hr]

As soon as they got off the train, they were met with a group of do-gooders, and she really hated do-gooders. [color=9A86AD]"Well I did say this was going to easy. Fair enough. Let's get this over with."[/color] Jinx went and did his thing, she assumed and the Three-In-One began to target the others. She nearly got hit herself, making a mental note to ensure that the girl who tried to hit her experiences pain slowly. She was about to use her morality manipulation when the Three-in-One popped into her head. So they had something preventing mental attacks huh? Clever.

She scanned them quickly, not seeing anything of note right away. However, upon further inspection, she noted they had earplugs of some sort. That had to be it. She reacted quickly, using her telekinesis on Flynn and ripping them out of his ears. She then tried to enter his mind to shift him but struggled. She chalked it up to the effect of the plug not immediately dispersing. She sent out a telepathic call to Jinx and the Three-in-One, [color=9A86AD][i]"They have earplugs of some sort. That is what is preventing mental attacks. The literal hot one's are out so do with him what you will, but try to get the others' out too."[/i][/color]