[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=cc33ff]Guin Stark[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/1f93daa710c971b4c3edc2d7829f0b71/tumblr_pynpi8U8C51tlj9qlo2_500.gif[/img][hr][b][color=cc33ff]Location:[/color][/b] New York City Defenders HQ
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	While the room itself was relatively quiet, with clipped conversations and short words, Guin and Pietro were in a much more lively conversation taking place via their psychic rapport. To those looking at Guin, she would seem to be a little bit shaken, but doing her best to hide it and put on a brave face. Each thing that had come to pass would be distressing on its own; but all of it summed together was an avalanche of emotion and confusion that Guin felt powerless against. 

	[i][color=cc33ff]I don’t know. It’s like there’s a million different things going through my head at once - like a bomb threatening to explode. I remember your father ripping out my eye - but I know that can’t have happened, not to me…. Not to this me.[/color][/i]

	[i][color=7ea7d8]...Huh. That's weird... Strangest thing I had was to literally just want to murder everyone in the room... Not weird memory things...[/color][/i]

	[i][color=cc33ff]Yeah. I don’t know what’s going on and I don’t like that. If my mind isn’t safe…. If our minds aren’t safe…[/color][/i]

	[i][color=7ea7d8]...So not much we can do then to combat what's going on. Fun.[/color][/i]

	[i][color=cc33ff]Not with an incompetent telepath, no,[/color][/i] Guin replied bitterly. Her skills as a telepath had improved a lot, but Guin was used to being pretty much perfect at everything she tried (well, science and engineering-wise). She was a prodigy, a successful nepotism baby, a genius - but when it came to her mutant power, Guin always found herself lacking. She felt she was average in every sense of the way on good days; completely incompetent on bad ones. 

	[color=7ea7d8][i]You aren't an incompetent telepath...[/i][/color]

	[i][color=cc33ff]Mm, if I weren’t, then I could fix whatever was happening[/color][/i]

	[i][color=7ea7d8]Not necessarily! You don't know that.[/color][/i]

	[i][color=cc33ff]Oh really?[/color][/i]

	[i][color=7ea7d8]Yes really![/color][/i]

	Guin paused, turning her attention to the conversation happening in the physical plane. [color=cc33ff]"I don't think running into any of our doppelgangers is something to be excited about, Annie,"[/color] Guin cautioned. The Annie in this world was probably some sort of twisted murderer or something - everything here was horrible, she didn't see any reason why Annie's good nature would have been spared. [hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=#a81a75]Runa Baldurdattir[/color]
[img]https://i.postimg.cc/52Nr16y2/original.gif[/img][/b][/h3][hr][b][color=#a81a75]Location:[/color][/b] New York City Defenders HQ
[b][color=#a81a75]Skills:[/color][/b] [hr][hr][/center]	Bethany ripped off the bandaid, something Runa hadn't even known if she would have had the courage to do herself. Her eyes were misty with tears. Lance really didn't have the slightest clue who they were, although he did remember Pietro - as his murderer. How could she ask him to travel in the same company as Pietro - how was that anything but cruel? It didn't matter if Pietro had killed him or not, Lance believed that he had, and Runa didn't want to hurt him.

	[color=#a81a75]"She tells the truth - we are not from this world. Our Pietro is not your slayer; and you are not his victim,"[/color] Runa said, doing her best to keep her words steady and even, in order to calm Lance. [color=#a81a75]"I should not ask this of you, but I need you to be brave. I need you to breathe in deeply for me. If you do not want to travel in his company, then I will not make you - we can go separately and attend to other affairs."[/color]