[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=cc33ff]Guin Stark[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.imgur.com/R0DGpSD.png?1[/img][hr][b][color=cc33ff]Location:[/color][/b] Woods (Mary's Group)
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] Telepathy [hr][hr][/center]	Guin wasn't sure how long she had been unconscious. She didn't really have a great sense of time at the moment - not that she really had for a while, space travel made timezones somewhat of a fiction and incredibly hard to keep track of. There was a weird magicky bubble surrounding her - Ed's shield - and while her body was incredibly sore, she was fairly certain she wasn't dead. Guin shifted ever so slightly and the majority of her pain came from her ribcage - her ribs must've still be cracked. No stand-up specials for a while - laughing would be painful (and risk potentially puncturing something important). 	

	[color=cc33ff]"Urgh... Inside voices, babe, please,"[/color] Guin murmured. She wasn't making any effort to get up - the shield would've prevented that anyways. And again, broken ribs were no laughing matter. [color=cc33ff][i]Looks like my ribs are cracked, otherwise somehow the rest of me is more or less okay... What about you?[/i][/color] She figured Pietro would've wanted her to give a detailed list of her own injuries before checking in on him - he was a bit overprotective that way. 

	Haze, meanwhile, stared at Mary for a silent minute. Her eyes flickered around, darting between her companions. And then Haze let the device she had created to track the crystal drop and hit the forest floor. She raised her hands slowly, and put them behind her head. "How could I do anything stupid? You're taking all the stupid with you," Haze said simply, but it was clear that she was surrendering. 

	[i][color=cc33ff]God what is with the fucking quips from her... She's psycho.[/color][/i][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] the Mirror Dimension 
[b][color=#a81a75]Skills:[/color][/b] Asgardian Magic (Elder Futhark Runes) [hr][hr][/center]	Runa didn't make any moves to defend herself, as Klara raised (and then dropped) her sword. She stared at her cousin, completely brokenhearted. She hated seeing Klara in so much pain. Growing up, she had always viewed Klara as invincible, as unbeatable - her protector, her knight in shining armor. To see Klara be brought this low... Runa bit her lip, before renewing her magical efforts, trying to restore her cousin's mind. She would do whatever it took, no matter the price. Runa would gladly trade places with her. 

	Her conclusions were much the same - that Klara's mind was besieged by different forces, different than what had happened to poor Lance. Runa's heart ached for him as well. If she couldn't help Klara, could she help her love? And even if she could, was it right to force these memories back upon them? But she didn't have time to dwell in self doubt. She continued weaving her spells, focusing on her runes, until she felt that Klara's mind was mostly pieced back together. 

	[color=#a81a75]"Cousin...?"[/color] Runa asked softly.