[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=#a81a75]Runa Baldurdattir[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.imgur.com/3ecGMze.gif[/img][hr][b][color=#a81a75]Location:[/color][/b] the Woods
[b][color=#a81a75]Skills:[/color][/b] Asgardian Magic[hr][hr][/center]	Pietro had more or less ignored the question Runa had asked of him and she sighed slightly, annoyed. For someone so fast, he could be painfully slow at times, missing important questions - and sometimes even events. She was about to repeat her question again for the hyperactive mutant when suddenly, she could hear voices in the distance. She followed behind Pietro to investigate, figuring that at the very least whatever they saw would give them more clues as to their whereabouts. What she did see was surprising. There was a beastly looking man, growling and hitting at the air, where a silver blur was zipping about. 

	It was Quicksilver. 

	Runa instantly cast a spell using her algiz rune - it took her a few moments to concentrate, but a cloak of invisibility then shrouded herself, Pietro, and Klara, protecting them from being noticed. With that put in place, Runa then silently began to work divination magic, using the ōþila rune as a focus. She concentrated on the other Quicksilver, eventually beginning to pry small pieces of his backstory, his history, the baggage that he possessed. He was a killer, a mad one at that. Her eyes darted over towards the Pietro they had come here with. She knew he wasn't much of a killer, nor was he mad, but as someone from Asgard, Runa didn't necessarily see being a killer as a bad thing. Warriors killed. She held a finger to her lips, indicating for Klara and Pietro to be silent, before mouthing a word while pointing at the other Quicksilver - [i]killer[/i]. [hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=cc33ff]Guin Stark[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.imgur.com/SM0k6ZL.gif[/img][hr][b][color=cc33ff]Location:[/color][/b] New York City Alleyway 
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] Telepathy [hr][hr][/center]	[color=cc33ff]"Basically the story bible for an alternate world where everything went to shit,"[/color] Guin explained, taking another breath as she tried to keep her head from spinning. She had gotten a little bit better at her telepathy, mostly because it was annoying to not really understand her own powers, but she was still nowhere near the level of expert telepaths like Professor Xavier or Jean Grey. Getting that rush of memories and information had been a bit much for her. She could practically imagine Pietro going [i]this is because you don't practice enough[/i] and she rolled her eyes instinctively. Before she could say anything else though, things got interesting. 

	Lance - not her Lance, but the other one, the one who had gone through [i]hell[/i], took off sprinting. And then seconds later, a vaguely familiar looking person popped up, who Guin realized, thanks to her accidentally downloading the Dungeon Master's Guide to this world, was Lance's twin sister, the creatively named Lana Banner. The girl who had been abducted by a cult. And not even the fun sort of cult. [color=cc33ff]"Your brother ran off that way, Lana,"[/color] Guin said, pointing in the direction the other Lance had gone. She then concentrated, tapping into Lana's mind, and altering the way that she perceived Lance. She managed to tweak her perception of him slightly, but Guin was out for perfection. She tried again, but was unable to transform Lance into a perfect likeness of Lando Calrissian. Instead, he would look slightly like Lance to Lana. [color=cc33ff]"You've got the wrong guy, he gets mistaken for Lance all the time."[/color]