[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, Electronics and Computers, Engineering Design, Problem Solving, Perception[hr][hr][/center]	Guin rolled her eyes. [color=cc33ff]"And hear I thought my brunette hair and this gun would have me pegged for Princess Leia, but I won't complain about being R2. That little droid carried the franchise on his back,"[/color] Guin said. That was the truth as well - she loved R2D2, he was easily one of the greatest characters in the franchise. Rather than naming it the Skywalker Saga, it should've been called the Adventures of R2D2 in a Galaxy Far, Far Away. [i][color=cc33ff]I was shot because these guards want us dead or back in cages?[/color][/i] Guin whispered to Pietro mentally. [i][color=cc33ff]And yes I would very much like you to be here but I thought you were too weak for that right now.[/color][/i]

	[color=7ea7d8][i]I'm just tired, it's fine. Probably.[/i][/color] Pietro responded, not sounding all too convincing with it.

	[i][color=cc33ff]Well then, Threepio, come on up here,[/color][/i] Guin suggested. Her tongue was sticking out slightly from the side between her teeth as she concentrated on the door panel. It wasn't too hard to figure it out, especially as she was getting some practice with Nova Corps tech - the hardest thing was just figuring out what the varying letters and symbols meant. It wasn't too long though until she had gotten it right where she wanted it, where with the single press of a button the door would open. 

	[color=7ea7d8][i]Give me a minute.[/i][/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"Door is ready, just say the word and I'll open it,"[/color] Guin said to the others, more or less holding her finger over the button. [i][color=cc33ff]Okay. Love you.[/color][/i]

	[color=7ea7d8][i]Love you too.[/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 thought for a moment. [color=#a81a75]"They are faring well. Their ancestors would be very proud,"[/color] Runa answered. Truthfully, the guards hadn't seemed to be much of a match for them. Runa knew that the X-Men were not weak by any means, but she still expected that the Nova Corps would have been more of a threat, especially considering how easily they had been subdued on the ship. Yet much like her uncle Loki, it hadn't been an honest fight then - the Nova Corps had relied on deception and trickery to subdue them. 

	She frowned for a moment, hoping that her uncle was enjoying his prison cell. She was feeling some anxiety over the lack of reliability of her primary power, so Runa decided instead to bend darkness to her will, intending to craft an added layer of protection. Yet as she reached her fingers out, preparing to weave the darkness, nothing happened. Her stomach dropped. [i]What in Odin's name is happening to me?[/i] Runa panicked. She tried again and made a shield, but it didn't do much to ease her anxiety. Was she losing her powers? Was she becoming mortal?