[hr][hr][center][h1][color=FB5A7E]Leighton Brooks[/color][/h1][img]https://data.whicdn.com/images/284959818/original.gif[/img][hr][color=FB5A7E][b]Location[/b][/color]: Macy's Department Store
[color=FB5A7E][b]Skills[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Leighton was nervous at first. The last time she was in a store, she nearly killed a guy. She scoped it out, made sure she avoided any mutant detectors if she saw them. She didn't know if anyone knew, but she wanted to get out of the place. She wasn't liking how it seemed to be turning out. She was beginning to suspect her aunt lied to her. Or at least, didn't speak the whole truth, which was lying my omittance anyway.

So why had she stayed? Because she knew she could be of use here. Enemies closer and all that. She wanted peace amongst everyone and would be better suited with the resources provided. She and Max would do their part to ensure there were no attacks, no war, no damage.

And she wanted to do some Christmas shopping. Damn it all, it was still the holidays. Granted, she didn't have many to buy for, but she at least wanted to give Max something. Perhaps send something to the Mutant Underground if she could. She missed some of them (Veil, James, hell even Jack). 

She scanned the shelves. What to give them? Max was hard since he could whip up stuff himself, but she wanted to try, at least.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=9A86AD]Anastasia Reinhardt[/color][/h1][img]https://data.whicdn.com/images/323896010/original.gif[/img][hr][color=9A86AD][b]Location[/b][/color]: Ana's Room
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The events of the past had weighed heavily on her.

She had always been the one in control. The one who got others to do her bidding. The one who got things done, damn the consequences. To think she had been so easily manipulated. So utterly convinced she was a part of that world. Some thief working alongside those she did not know. She didn't discard her actions. Far from it, she relished them. But they were not her. She was not herself there, even when the truth was revealed.

And she helped bring that bitch back. She deserved no less than to feel the pain of the world in her own head. That kind of power was impressive and scary. She could not be left to her own devices. Far be it for her to judge another, but Scarlet Witch deserved death.

All that in due time. It was the holiday season. She didn't care one way or the other for it. Especially with the war against humans and mutants on the horizon. It was not going to be a merry Christmas anytime soon.