[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=cc33ff]Guin Stark[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.imgur.com/R0DGpSD.png?1[/img][hr][b][color=cc33ff]Location:[/color][/b] The Kyln
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] Telepathy[hr][hr][/center]	Guin nodded slightly at Ed's words - it was nice of him to let her know, but she already knew that Pietro was okay - well, as okay as you could be after all the bullet holes. Guin shuddered, her breath catching at the thought. [color=cc33ff]"Thanks, already knew that, but thanks,"[/color] she said, before tapping the side of her head twice as an explanation. Her eye twitched as the raccoon started laughing at her. She was already incredibly scared, as prison was one of her worst fears of all time, and now the rude little talking raccoon was [i]laughing[/i] at her? In that moment, she did something she'd never done before. She invaded the raccoon's mind and gave a simple command - [i]hit yourself[/i]. The raccoon obeyed like a puppet on strings, slapping himself across the face. 

	She didn't even want to have the stupid raccoon's help anymore when it came to escaping - besides, whatever plans he had inside of his head, she could just steal them. She had already stolen some of his knowledge on how the technology on the Kyln worked, so it couldn't be that hard for her to steal some more information? She'd never really bothered to use her telepathy like this before, and a small portion of her regretted that. It was so much easier to just take the information she needed directly. Much more efficient. 

	[i][color=cc33ff]No, there's a stupid raccoon and a talking tree with the speech variety of a Tickle Me Elmo doll, and this place supposedly is impossible to escape from, which means I'm going to die next to a pile of raccoon piss![/color][/i] [hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=#a81a75]Runa Baldurdattir[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.imgur.com/7eBfSNo.png?1[/img][hr][b][color=#a81a75]Location:[/color][/b] The Kyln
[b][color=#a81a75]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	[color=#a81a75]"It is alright. It is I who should apologize - without Gandr, I cannot be of any use to you,"[/color] Runa said softly. Gandr channeled her abilities, allowing her to use them to shape the world around her. Without her magical staff, she had essentially lost her ~training wheels~ and simply didn't know how to ride the bicycle without them. Despite being rather old by Midgardian standards, she was still a young child as far as Asgard was concerned. However, there was one thing that she did not need her staff for - by Midgardian standards, Asgardians had super-strength more or less. 

	As a rather rude inmate bumped into Bethany and chastised her, Runa frowned. The man was staring at the two of them rather than moving along. Bethany was clearly not happy with the encounter, and Runa glanced at her. [color=#a81a75]"If we wish to settle this by blows, I make no objection,"[/color] she told her friend. She doubted that any guards would care if a fight broke out in a place like this. Unlike the prisons run by her brother, it was simply too large to be monitored. She doubted that rehabilitation was even a priority.