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[h1][color=09849f]Kwassi Asokho[/color][/h1]
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[color=09849f]Location:[/color] Quinjet > Boardwalk 
[color=09849f]Skills: Photographic Memory : 16[/color] 
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It appeared that they had somehow managed to find a way to prove whether someone was a skrull or not. Granted this seemed to hinge on the fact that they'd have to trust the system, whatever it was, and assume those giving results weren't skrulls themselves. Kwassi approached the group and stood back, watching what they were doing in am attempt to get a feel for the process. It seemed simple enough, Agent Bautista used her powers to peer into the past and look for events that a Skrull couldn't have fabricated in some way, while...some angsty mad man held a glowy ball as a lie detector of some kind? Really it was hard to make sense of it but that appeared to be what was happening before him. He crossed his arms and waiting for the fighting to die down before he spoke.

[Color=09849f]"My apologies if I'm interrupting but it was getting too crowded in that jet and The President was touching my last nerve. But if you've found a way to search into someone and deem them cleared of being a Skrull then I'm more than willing to participate."[/color] Kwassi pulled out his now fried mask and held it in his hands, watching the history he had with it flow by in his mind. [Color=09849f]"So how exactly does this work, because I'm tired of our [i]gracious[/i] President accusing me of being a Skrull. Though I'm still very cautious of his sudden arrival and story."[/color] He knew how Niahs powers worked, he'd read her file, so if she asked for an item he would hand her his mask, the oldest item he's carried on him.