[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#556B2F]Luna Braddock - Glimpse[/color][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/a8b8a0243a6d105fd79755a12dc50800/tumblr_inline_mkmyofd5mV1qz4rgp.gif[/img][hr]
[color=#556B2F][b]Location:[/b][/color] Mutant Underground HQ-- Washington D.C.
[color=#556B2F][b]Skills:[/b][/color]  [/center][hr][hr]

	Luna nodded a bit at Jack’s assessment and need to know everything before trusting someone. She could get behind that to a point. [color=#556B2F]”You never truly know everything about a person, not unless you exhibit a bit of trust first but in our line of work, trust can get you killed or it can save you. It’s a real toss up of a situation. I wouldn’t be surprised if he knew we were coming but at the very least, he does know of us, he will do his research and so we shall do ours. I’ll call my dad and aunt. They’ve had their run ins before, it would be good to have a bit more of an insight into the big bad.”[/color] Luna stood up and looked at Jack. Being a telepath had its advantages for sure, but if someone knew how to block or play their own mind games, you were totally snookered and it didn’t matter. [color=#556B2F]”If you need an outside party to talk to Jack, you know where to find me. I don’t have Darth Vader as a father but sometimes it isn’t easy being Luke Skywalker’s child either,”[/color] she noted. Expectations vs. reality as it were. 
	Luna left Jack to figure out some more stuff if he needed to and she headed back down the stairs. She wormed her way around the teenagers and other kids who had laid claim to the stairs and noted the conversation they seemed to be having. [color=#556B2F]”Killing is great and all, but it’s the after that you have to learn to deal with or it will consume you.”[/color] She glanced at them. They were all so young but they couldn’t afford to rely on the innocence of age. Luna was lucky, she didn’t grow up hunted. She grew up as safe as houses and loved and she still had most of her family. She looked away, feeling a flicker of shame that she would never understand them and yet expected so much out of them. 
	Luna joined the group on the main floor and shoved her hands into her pockets. She schooled her emotions and facial expressions into her easy face of constant annoyance and curiosity. She cocked her head at Vulcan, thinking over what they could do with him. Beating was an option but you could only do so much before they were more useless than they would be dead. Drugs, she didn’t think was a wise idea since he was addicted to whatever drug had given him all this extra power and lack of control. Truth was, they got all the information out of them they could, he was useless to them now but he was family. Luna looked over at Havok who was watching Vulcan as well. Snookered indeed. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#FFDAB9]Cayden Proudstar - Moonwalker[/color][/h1][img]https://alyxwrites.files.wordpress.com/2018/05/tumblr_oo57elafoh1v74rx1o3_400.gif?w=268r[/img]
[color=#FFDAB9][b]Location[/b][/color]: Mutant Underground HQ -- Washington D.C.
[color=#FFDAB9][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [/center][hr][hr]


	[color=#FFDAB9]”Well I don’t know about you but I work better on a full stomach,”[/color] Cayden said and patted his hollow belly. He grinned, smiling at all the somber faces before he leaned up against a piece of furniture. He untied the leather throng from around his wrist and wrapped his hair around it so it was in a bit of a bun on the back of his head. His hair was a knotted mess at the moment, dirty as well. It would be better for him if he kept it pinned out of the way. He looked back at Vulcan when beatings were mentioned. [color=#FFDAB9]”I could help with that,”[/color] he offered then paused quickly, looking at Havok. [color=#FFDAB9]”Sorry man… I didn’t, ya,”[/color] he glanced over Vulcan again and then away. 
	The memory of his face on fire was still at the forefront of his mind as Cayden had never experienced such pain before. It was hard not to feel hostile towards the man on the floor, even if he was someone’s brother, someone’s son. It could have been worse. James was there in time and had been able to help heal Cayden’s face to prevent any kind of lasting damage. An image of his grandmother flashed across his memories and he relaxed a little. She was always telling him to look for the good in a person and to have patience, as that journey was never a steady one.