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[color=0080ff]Location:[/color] EARTH 257: The Aerie
[color=0080ff]Skills:[/color] Psychometry 
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UGH! They would have to explain this all over again. It was getting real annoying real quick. Each time they encountered a new person the automatic response was to attack them. Their group's counterparts had pissed off someone at one point or another and it was endless. And of course one of the new people to show up was Luminous. For a split second, all she could see was the death of someone who had never existed. Good to know those memories weren't being overwritten. It was like the two worlds that she had lived in that were gone were more real than the life she had legally lived. 

Oli moved away. Something about that set her teeth on edge. She didn't like that he wasn't by her side and wanted to complain about that, but she bit it back. Bit back a lot of comments she wanted to say. What she needed to establish was if this was their universe's Luminous. There was an easy way to do that. She pulled off her gloves and stashed them in her pocket. Before darting forward to touch Luminous. That's all she needed was a brief contact. 

The first attempt was dodged. The second was not. [color=0080ff]"She belongs here. Not the one we are looking for."[/color] She backed up away from Luminous. [color=0080ff]"We are from another universe."[/color] She said seriously. [color=0080ff]"I'm getting real tired of people thinking I'm a clone. I sort of wish I was. It'd make things easier."[/color] She touched her leg, prepping it. Arming it for defense. She didn't want to hurt these people. Not even Luminous. She was one of the best Warriors for the Blue. 

[hider=held action]If attacked have the leg protect her.[/hider]

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[color=004d00]Location:[/color] EARTH 257: The Aerie
[color=004d00]Skills:[/color] Jack-of-all-trades [Guns]; Specialization in Guns [Hand guns]; Hand-Eye Coordination; Weapon Proficiency
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A whole lot started to happen. Amelia was still at a complete loss of herself. She was the local Amelia, which got really confusing when the local one showed up. Something Matt hoped wouldn't happen to anyone else. 

At least Matt's desire to solve murders didn't stop him from caring about Cass. Who was trying to fight someone he had no hope of getting a touch on. This was going to have to be dealt with quickly. He aimed for the man's shoulder hoping to remove him from the fight without killing him. This place surely had good enough medical care that it shouldn't kill him. He hoped anyway. 

In the end, it didn't matter. The bullets were stopped. Whatever the man's clothes were made of stopped the bullets. Great. Just great.