[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#556B2F]Luna Braddock - Glimpse[/color][/h1][img]https://i.gifer.com/NwYa.gif[/img][hr]
[color=#556B2F][b]Location:[/b][/color] Mutant Underground -- Washington D.C.
[color=#556B2F][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [/center][hr][hr]

	[color=#556B2F]”Yes, I will give them a call and see…”[/color] Luna cut off when she felt a great lurch in her stomach and moved away from Negasonic right before she vomited again. Blood. She stared at the blood on the ground after and sighed. [color=#556B2F]”Shit.”[/color] Her symptoms had climbed again. When she realized she swore, she started to giggle like a five year old and looked at Negasonic, covering her mouth as she giggled and started to repeat the word over and over again. She toppled forward and climbed up the remaining steps with the help of her hands and then she promptly sat down, staring down the stairs at nothing in particular. 
	The giggling suddenly stopped and she looked at her shoulder, feeling a cold, wetness there. She touched the spot on her shoulder and her fingers came back red. [color=#556B2F]”When did I go paint-balling?”[/color] She looked at Negasonic seriously, hoping for an answer. Her head was feeling heavy and light as she started to loose more blood and from trying to keep thinking rationally. Negasonic had asked her do something. Luna's stomach rolled again and she leaned over, throwing up more blood.