[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] Stark Tower
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Guin sighed. She didn't know how to explain it to Pietro - she knew that this wasn't their home, that these weren't their people, that these could not be their lives. But knowledge did not always prevent the emotional weight - the feeling of paranoia, of tiredness, of sorrow that had been creeping into her mind ever since they had arrived. The false memory of having her eye destroyed by Magneto was just one example - she knew it never happened, but she could remember the [i]experience[/i] of it now, making it feel [i]real[/i] even if it had happened to someone else. But she didn't know how to properly communicate that, beyond just hoping that through their mental rapport, Pietro got the sentiment. [color=cc33ff]"Maybe once we're back home I'll have a strong drink,"[/color] Guin joked, even though her heart wasn't completely in it. [color=cc33ff]"But yeah, we should go back. Before some other shit happens here."[/color]

	She then left the graveyard of her childhood, that lonely and abandoned bedroom, and returned to the main living area of the Stark family. All of the others seemed to be assembled now, in varying states of distress. But there was one nice thing - there seemed to be some usable parts on the floor, stuff that they could potentially use to fix their ship. Some of it Guin was sure would end up being junk, but hey, building miracles with a pile of scraps was part of her family's skillset. [color=cc33ff]"I think I can make this work,"[/color] Guin said, eyeing the pile. [color=cc33ff]"If we're ready to go get our ship."[/color]	


[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] Stark Tower
[b][color=#a81a75]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Runa tried not to feel defeated as her pleas for Asgard to open the Bifrost were ignored. She was not entirely too surprised - if her reputation in this reality was the same or worse compared to their own, she could easily imagine Asgard deciding to cast her aside. It was only the will of her family that prevented Asgard from shutting her out entirely. Her heart twitched at the thought that perhaps Ragnarok had occurred here, and that was why the realm eternal was closed to her. [color=#a81a75]"I do not need your comfort,"[/color] Runa said, turning her head away from him. [color=#a81a75]"If Asgard is closed to me, then so be it. There are other powers in this realm."[/color] Her thoughts flickered towards her grandmother. The last time her grandmother had encountered Midgardians, it had ended in genocide - but perhaps this time could be different, if she dared call out...

	She didn't answer Lance as to whether or not she needed a minute. Runa was compartmentalizing now. She could shove all of her emotions aside and focus on the task at hand. Her objective was to find them safe passage home, in the chance that the Sorcerer Supreme could not ferry them to their realm. She could assemble the pieces of her shattered heart later. She left the room and returned to the main area where the others were, observing that most of them if not all had returned already.