[hr][hr][center][h3][color=cc33ff][b]Guin Stark[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://i.imgur.com/R0DGpSD.png?1[/img][hr][hr][b][color=cc33ff]Location:[/color][/b] Blackbird Hangar
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]	Guin was incredibly used to Pietro zipping her off at superhuman speeds at this point. Her armor had the added bonus of protecting her neck from whiplash, although she doubted Pietro wouldn't try his best to protect her from that effect of his speed. He was overprotective to a fault - in the House of M reality, his overprotective nature had driven Guin mad, culminating in her asking him to kill her. It hadn't exactly been their finest moment as a couple. In what had to be less than a few seconds, her surroundings had rapidly changed - she was in the hangar now for the Blackbird, rather than the Danger Room. [color=cc33ff]"Is that a fat joke, babe?"[/color] Guin asked with a hint of amusement in her voice. 

	They had been in so many life and death situations over the past few years, she was beginning to become a little bit desensitized to them. Almost everyone survived. It was those who died that haunted her, Muscles in particular, as her heart clenched and her anxiety levels rose, the images flashing into her head again - Muscles on the ground, peppered with bullet wounds, blood oozing from the entry holes. [color=7ea7d8]"It is stating a fact."[/color]

	Guin snorted slightly. She tried to push the gnawing anxiety into the back of her mind, in order to focus on the present moment. [color=cc33ff]"Well, he's a baby Hulk. He can probably push his way on through and get here, as long as someone tells him where to go. I don't know if he'll calm down, you know him, he isn't exactly an expert at managing his temper. Unless, of course, his secret space trips were actually him and Thor learning how to meditate together with some guru."[/color][hr][hr][center][h3][color=12ABB0][b]Neil Spellman[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/3RnqLcdD/image.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=12ABB0]Location:[/color][/b] the Danger Room
[b][color=12ABB0]Skills:[/color][/b] Telekinetic Combat [hr][/center]	Neil was quickly tiring. Every time he moved his hands, the muscles in his arm burned and ached. It felt like he had been doing push ups with Wolverine for ten hours. Even as he tried to lock onto one of the spiders clustered on top of Lance, each mental tug felt like a knife was sinking into his own brain. He bitterly thought to himself that he was essentially out of spell slots, without even cantrips to fall back on. He wanted to take a rest and recharge, to be able to move things with his mind again, but they didn't have any time. He tried again, only to groan and whimper slightly in pain and fatigue. On his third try, he couldn't even get the spiders to budge an inch. 

	How was he going to save Carolina if he felt so tired and weak? Maybe he needed to do more Danger Room sessions with Wolverine, but that wasn't helpful now. He needed to come up with something to get rid of the spiders on the mindless killing machine. He was too tired to even be annoyed at Lance for not having gotten rid of the spiders or to find some way to blame Banner for all of this. [color=12ABB0]"Urgh... I don't have any first level spells slots left even..."[/color] he mumbled wearily, trying to communicate his situation to everyone. [hr]	Runa looked up at the newcomer, before she nodded slightly. She wasn't a huge fan of unknown quantities - really, unknown people. She tended to be the dictionary definition of a shy introvert, preferring the company of those she was already well acquainted with. [color=#a81a75]"Aye,"[/color] she confirmed to Elizabeth. She didn't bother to clarify that Klara was her blood, not just her friend. Instead, she returned her attention to the runes, pointing at each in turn. [color=#a81a75]"þurisaz is the giant. They hail from Jotunheim. raidō, my personal rune, means ride or journey. wunjō - joy,"[/color] she replied somewhat helpfully.