[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, Asgardian Magic Attacks[hr][hr][/center]	Runa had to resist the urge to kick Klara ever so slightly in the shins for sneezing. A small part of her wondered if Klara had thought it would be a funny prank, got the idea, tried not to do it, but ended up doing it anyways - her cousin did tend to have an odd sense of humor at times. Runa herself had never really been a fan of the entire trickster label, but it was something Klara very much identified with. Unfortunately, the fake Prince surrounded the trio in flames, despite Runa's efforts at concealing them. Pietro used his powers to dispel the flames, only causing the other Quicksilver to speed on over out of curiosity, and Runa's spell concealing Pietro failed.

	Runa knew she had to act quickly - he was a murderous speedster after all. Runa pulled the īsaz rune and concentrated on the false Prince, encasing his lower half of his body in ice. She had wanted to turn him entirely to ice, but she figured that was close enough. The next rune that her fingers felt was wunjō, meaning [i]joy[/i]. She attempted to cast an illusion spell using it, designed to show Quicksilver the thing he loved most in the world, in order to distract him - but it didn't work. Her fingers then grabbed the ice rune again and Runa managed to freeze one of his legs, handicapping him for the moment. 


[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 Motel
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] Telepathy [hr][hr][/center]	Guin rolled her eyes at Lance's comment about the hotel not looking great. [color=cc33ff]"I know, I'm not fucking stupid,"[/color] she snapped slightly. [color=cc33ff]"But we can't leave her out in the street and dropping her off at home isn't an option as I'm pretty sure her friends would also try to kill Annie and I, so sketchy hotel it is."[/color] She was feeling slightly irritated, mostly as that was an easy emotion to process and understand after the images she had seen. They were in a completely different world and from what Guin was able to tell, this place was a nightmare. The sooner they got out of there, the better. She didn't want to stick around and learn more horrible things. She felt like they were stuck inside some emo kid's fanfiction AU. 

	Guin and Annie managed to carry Lana between the two of them, with Lance keeping them invisible with his powers. She hadn't heard anything from Pietro in a little while either and it was worrying - he was a speedster, he was usually impatient and hyper, not unresponsive and silent. The hotel itself wasn't an all too unfamiliar environment to Guin. She had stayed in places like this as a teenager, particularly when she was doing one of her many dramatic moments of running away, ditching her school and attempting to live life as someone else. She had also been battling drug addiction. The guy working the counter was... Well, Guin tried not to judge other people fighting addiction, but she was a judgmental person by nature. She raised an eyebrow, biting back some snarky comment, and instead doing a quick telepathic sweep of the hotel - nothing out of the ordinary. 

	[color=cc33ff]"That's... not usually how these things work,"[/color] Guin then said, glancing at the pills Lance had been handed. She didn't recognize them. She supposed that was a sign of progress. [color=cc33ff]"I'd flush those, if I were you,"[/color] she then added, before moving Lana into room 207 and getting the sleeping beauty into the bed.