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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[color=7d16c7]Location:[/color]   Inside Presidential Suite
[color=7d16c7]Skills:[/color] N/A
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	As Goose vomited the Empress onto the ground, Oliver was already getting ready to perform an execution. His mind was racing with possibilities, ready to phase his hands through her neck and rip her head off, or any number of gruesome brutalities, but he was shocked by several of the things that happened before him, namely the transformation of the skrull empress into a hulk-esque monster. That dampered pretty much all of what he would want to try, not having many contingencies for iron-skinned rage beasts. His immediate plan was to find something sharp and try to phase it into her, but it seemed like Maria and the president actually had everything on lock.

	As Maris seemed to kill the Empress with a touch, watching the life force literally drain out of her and into Maria, Oliver had moon flashbacks for a moment, remembering how Sparky had [i]also[/i] borderline annihilated somebody with her own powers. It was for sure one of his blind spots, not knowing the mass of power that his team possesed, and for sure something that he had to reassess in the future. Feeling the whiplash from how quickly that had ended, Oliver cracked his fingers and said, "[color=7d16c7]Well uh, that was... anti-climatic. Anybody who doesn't have a tiny human in them, wanna grab a drink?[/color]" He asked, personally borderline incapable of actually becoming intoxicated due to his metabolism.