[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=339933][center]Jade Cornish[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://s33.postimg.cc/euzs4s2qn/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr]	Jade's eyes swept over her companions on the mission, studying them for a brief second. She was gifted - or perhaps cursed - with the ability to see things that others couldn't. In her opinion though, she wasn't talented - everyone else was just a supreme idiot who couldn't see Godzilla if the monster stepped on their home. The well dressed gentleman, Edus, clearly cared a great deal about appearances. He had a healthy addiction to nicotine as well, a habitual smoker. And he obviously wasn't from the United States. In fact, if Jade was pressed to guess, she'd say he was Welsh. Of course, she [i]never[/i] guessed. Thalia was even easier to read. Her discomfort with OMEN was practically a neon sign and there was something odd with her hand - maybe scales, maybe nothing. At the very least, she seemed more mature. 

	Jade took the gas mask that was just for her. She figured there were decent odds the mask would come off of her at some point, but she had faith in herself - not so much the others - to see this mission through. She took one of the watches and slid it onto her wrist, and took one of the comm devices. [color=339933]"This'll be about as much fun as nicotine patches,"[/color] Jade replied to Thalia. [color=339933]"Which, by the way, may add several years to your life. Assuming we don't die,"[/color] she then said, looking at Edus. She guessed that there wasn't an extraction plan. This mission very much had a [i]you're on your own[/i] vibe to it. 


[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=cc33ff][center]Guinevere Stark[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://media1.giphy.com/media/E1TEkGUU8GnQNw7n2E/giphy.gif?cid=790b761171108bce843cb21602ae2f88491355033093008e&rid=giphy.gif&ct=g[/img][/center][hr][hr]	Unlike the others, Guin didn't have any sort of combative power. The pistol she had been equipped with as an agent of SHIELD was useless in a city run by a man who controlled metal - which also made the idea of scavenging one of her father's suits almost pointless. Her mutant power allowed her to switch bodies with others, but didn't prevent them from doing as they pleased with hers. More or less, the only contribution she could really make was in outwitting people and setting up makeshift traps like in Home Alone. Or she supposed she could drag people out of the wreckage of the building while the others fought. 

	Guin put her hands in her pockets, trying to ground herself in what she could do, rather than what she couldn't. Each day she wanted nothing more than to fly on up to Magneto and rip his head off of his shoulders, but she couldn't do that. If she was being honest with herself, unless somehow his powers were turned off, she couldn't even fight him. Guin clenched her hands into fists, feeling her nails cut into her skin, before walking with the others, walking in line with Lance. He also tended to run support. He also knew what it was like to feel powerless and useless. 

	Guin's hair fell in her eyes and she didn't bother to move it. She liked the way her hair could hide her from the world, even if it was just briefly.