[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]	Guin thought about it for a moment. The day before, she would have given him a firm [i]no[/i] on this being any sort of fun at all - her fear of prison had been debilitating. It was only through this horrific form of exposure therapy that she was beginning to see the other side of it. She was still scared, but no more scared than she was on any other seemingly impossible mission that they had embarked on under Professor X's banner. A small part of her couldn't help but be slightly irritated. He was the only leader of a team she knew who didn't actually go on missions, instead remaining behind in idle comfort and luxury. 

	He was probably just too posh to get his hands dirty - and she supposed the wheelchair was as good of an excuse as any...

	[i][color=cc33ff]I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, honey,[/color][/i] Guin replied somewhat sarcastically, before opening up the door. [color=7ea7d8][i]Wow so nice Guina.[/i][/color] [i][color=cc33ff]Shh, I need to concentrate if I'm ever going to pull off a convincing Bastila Shan LARP,[/color][/i] Guin replied, teasing her husband slightly. She concentrated, taking a minute to try to feel all of the minds around her. To her, it was like everyone was a Wii remote, and she was just trying to get them all connected to the Wii (herself) at once. She was able to bring them all telepathically together, causing everyone to fight a little better and work together a little more - in other words, [i]battle meditation[/i]. 

	But Guin didn't like being a passive support player. She - [color=7ea7d8][i]Ruuuuuude[/i][/color] Pietro's voice interjected. Guin rolled her eyes slightly, opening fire with the gun and taking out five guards. She was an excellent shot. She had been a SHIELD agent after all and her Aunt Nat had been the one to teach her how to use firearms. Guin was fairly certain Nat had tried to give her a gun as a wedding present. [color=cc33ff][i]You make it so hard to concentrate sometimes, babe.[/i][/color] [color=7ea7d8][i]I mean, not my fault?[/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, Daggers, Darkness Constructs [hr][hr][/center]	Runa [i]hated[/i] feeling powerless. 

	Perhaps someone else in her position would have been glad to be rid of her powers - but her powers were part of her. The scathing words and remarks from her fellow Asgardians, their judgmental stares, it had been enough to drive her towards self-harm and suicidal thoughts... but never to give up her abilities. It would be like giving up her very soul. She would rather die as she was than live as someone she was not. So now, with her powers working unreliably, all of Runa's most negative emotions were bubbling up to the surface. Instead of the guards, she saw every Asgardian who had shouted at her, who had lobbed rotten fruit at her, who had demanded that the All-Father banish her before another Loki could brew... 

	She curled her hands around daggers made out of pure darkness, Gandr temporarily reduced in size so as to be out of the way. Runa dashed into the room and moved like a leaf in the wind, slicing through guard upon guard. She didn't mean to take any prisoners or leave any survivors. All she heard was the beating of her own heartbeat and all she saw was the blood of the guards spilling, as she mutilated guard after guard, until the room they had entered stood empty, void of life. But she didn't let her rage end there. No, she dwelled more on her anger and frustration, killing guards from the outside as well, until she had slain fourteen souls - souls who could now be judged as to whether they were worthy to enter Valhalla or Freya's court. 

	Guin whistled slightly. [color=cc33ff]"That was hella emo."[/color]

	Runa shot her a warning glare, raising a dagger and pointing it at Guin without saying another word.