[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] Liberty Island
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] Telepathy, Deduction [hr][/center]	Runa stared at Loki with uncertainty, trying her best to not get riled up by his scathing remarks. He wanted to play on her emotions and her fears, to cause her to not think things through, to rid her brain of logic and reasoning. She took a deep breath, even as her eyes narrowed at him. [color=#a81a75]"Yes, I would say that your company is most unpleasant,"[/color] she agreed. [color=#a81a75]"Although, you did select an excellent location in which to die - your final sights will be breathtaking."[/color] 

	[color=cc33ff][i]I... am... fine...[/i][/color] Guin told Pietro unconvincingly, biting down hard on the inside of her cheek to keep herself from screaming and collapsing in pain. Her suit was the only thing keeping her vertical at the moment, as her legs were in no shape to support her weight on their own. She blinked and saw her husband rush on over, abandoning his job as taxi service for the innocent civilians, and then [i]fail[/i] at hitting Loki. She might have teased him about it had she not been in so much pain. 

	Mary - or at least, Guin thought it was Mary - sent Loki flying backwards with her vines and she couldn't help but hope they'd just be able to pummel Loki and call it a day. But nothing was ever that easy. Mary and Lance were imposters, revealed to just be more manipulations of Loki! Her eyes widened, wondering how Loki had managed to deceive them like that - Mary and Lance had vanished, or had they been taken prisoner by him a while ago? [color=cc33ff][i]I didn't go... anywhere?[/i][/color] she replied to Pietro, confused. 

	[color=7ea7d8][i]Uh what are you talking about? I can't see you![/i][/color]

	She could have kicked herself for not realizing it already, but it was probably the pain clouding her thoughts and judgment. [color=cc33ff][i]Loki is making us look like Loki to other people![/i][/color] she explained quickly, before repeating it verbally. [color=cc33ff]"Guys, Loki made us look like Loki!"[/color] she shouted. She had no idea how to fix it, but it basically meant that attacking any Loki right now was a [i]bad idea[/i]. She had no idea who Pietro had just attacked for instance. 

	[color=7ea7d8][i]What are you talking about?[/i][/color]

	[color=cc33ff][i]Don't attack until one of the magic people fixes this![/i][/color] Guin urged.

	Speaking of magic users, Runa saw that all of her allies had vanished, leaving her with a ring of Lokis. She took a breath, trying to concentrate her powers to pick out the real one, but none of them were obvious lies. She couldn't determine who her enemy was. There was one way though to draw out the real Loki. She charged Gandr up with darkness and drove her staff down into the ground, emanating a large area attack. Everyone (every Loki, that is) was sent flying backwards and slammed into the ground.  [color=#a81a75]"Face me, coward!"[/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] Liberty Island 
[b][color=12ABB0]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]	Neil furrowed his eyebrows at Annie's suggestion - the thought of Loki multiplying was [i]horrifying[/i]. The universe was already in a bad enough place with one Loki running around, they didn't need more of him. Maybe this was Annie's idea of a joke - although she wasn't really the joking type, despite her fits of laughter. People were rushing into the building like mad, and Neil pulled both Annie and Carolina close to him so that way they wouldn't get trampled. It wasn't the first stampede they had had to deal with sadly. [color=12ABB0]"Come on, we need to go help the rest of the party,"[/color] Neil urged his friends. 

	It was way harder than it should have been. He could have sworn there was a pack of bloodthirsty Karens charging at them at some points, their blonde bobs glinting in the sun as they left the outdoors and rushed into the building. Several of them banged their handbags into him and Neil could've sworn they had weights in there, as they [i]hurt[/i]. He was going to have bruises, not from fighting a supervillain, but from white privilege. Neil let out a sigh of relief when they managed to get out of the building and away from the funnel of scared tourists. [color=12ABB0]"Are you two okay?"[/color] he asked, before motioning for them to follow him as he carefully walked in the direction of Guin's panicked plea.