[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, Pistol [hr][hr][/center]	[color=cc33ff]"There is no way that this is OSHA approved!"[/color] Guin quipped, as Mary made a sort of moving beanstalk elevator situation. Mary had grabbed her arm and Guin really wished that there would have been some sort of plant safety belt. She wasn't scared of falling - more of being dropped and hitting the ground with a [i]splat[/i]... and especially since with Pietro more or less out of commission, she couldn't count on him to swoop in and save her. She had really gotten used to having a speedster on call. At least the trip was short. She was very happy when she was on solid ground, especially as her arm was sore from the trip on up, as at times it had felt like her arm was about to be ripped out of its socket. [color=cc33ff]"Okay, I won't sue you for endangering me at work, but you have to go on a date with Rudy Giuliani. It's only fair."[/color]

	However, she was [i]very[/i] happy when Mary tossed her a space gun. [color=cc33ff]"Okay, fine, I'll take a bribe,"[/color] Guin joked. She then swore as she took two shots - one to the leg, another to the shoulder. They felt like a dragon had spit up mini fireballs and felted her with them. [i][color=cc33ff]Fuck fuck fuck that hurts![/color][/i] Guin exclaimed through the mental link. Mary took care of the first wave or so of the guards, and Guin, feeling very much annoyed that someone had shot her, decided to continue Mary's good work. Guin was clearly more of Princess Leia than a stormtrooper when it came to shots, firing off the space gun and taking down five easily. [color=7ea7d8][i]What hurts? What happened? Are you okay????[/i][/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"Okay, this is my new favorite toy!"[/color] She then fired off more blasts, taking out another three. She was having fun now with this. She shot another one - this one was a kill shot, hitting them in the chest. [i][color=cc33ff]These assholes fucking shot me![/color][/i] [color=7ea7d8][i]Getting shot is baaaaaaad![/i][/color][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] Darkness Manipulation [hr][hr][/center]	Runa huffed. It really irritated her to hear about how incompetent other justice systems were, as her brother ran the courts on Asgard and was the pinnacle of justice and fair treatment under the law. She made a mental note to complain to her brother about the Nova Corps the next time she was on Asgard. [color=#a81a75]"Of course they simply assumed, they appear to be severely lacking in brains as of late,"[/color] Runa muttered with a frown. Lance seemed to be enjoying himself as he rampaged around, and Runa didn't sense that he was in immediate danger or anything like that. He had helpfully cleared the stairway for them too. 

 	She didn't need to take the stairs however. She swirled darkness around herself and threw herself high up into the air, propelling herself ever upwards until she reached her desired destination. It was half throwing herself, half flying really at the end of it. She nodded at Mary, Bethany, and Guin, seeing that Guin had a gun that she seemed rather happy with. Runa rolled her eyes slightly. Guns had absolutely no aesthetic to them in her opinion. They weren't as elegant as traditional Asgardian weapons.