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[indent][indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080]When it had been a half an hour past the initial meeting time, Imogen figured it was as good a time as any. There was no knowing how many people got the message or planned on attending and she couldn’t very well wait forever in hopes that one person walked through the door. She wasn’t keen on repeating herself or being interrupted, but given the circumstances the likelihood of that was unavoidable, whether she liked it or not.

Imogen steeled the small bit of nerves that made her fingers tremble slightly, wishing she had saved the last swing of vodka for luck, or courage, or another excuse to procrastinate for a few more seconds. She sighed and wiped her sweaty palms against her pants before walking to stand somewhere in front of the hallway in hopes everyone could see her well enough. It was rare for her to have nerves with public speaking, but so much rested on their shoulders, on [i]her[/i] shoulders at that moment that her chest tightened, making it difficult for her to breathe or force herself to speak. 

James may or may not have dozed off more than once with his elbow on the sofa’s armrest and his jaw resting his palm. The last time he drifted off his head dipped and the sensation of falling startled him awake. He noticed the blonde in all white moving to stand front and center of everyone who gathered. The added weight against his shoulder made him look over noticing Aria was passed out and using him as a pillow. He lightly bumped her knee with his own and gave her a little shake to try and rouse her before she missed the important shit.

Imogen cleared her throat and clapped her hands together lightly to get everyone’s attention. [color=a8f9ff]"I wasn’t really given much time to prepare a proper [i]address[/i] so I apologize if my presentation is a little rough around the edges."[/color] Her hands rose up to brush her blonde hair behind both of her ears. [color=a8f9ff]"For any of you who do not know, I am Imogen Frost and this—"[/color] she motioned toward Jim who sat in a chair as far removed from everyone else as possible, [color=a8f9ff]"—is my brother Jim Stark. We are both the children of Tony Stark…"[/color] Her voice drifted off as her gaze became fixated with a blemish in the tiled floor. While the facts were just that, [i]facts[/i], having to admit it to a roomful of strangers made a lump form in her throat and a blurriness fog her vision as she blinked back the threat of tears. [color=a8f9ff]"As you’ve probably heard, he recently went missing, joining the ranks of countless others who’ve disappeared without a trace."[/color]

She rubbed the palms of her hands together, quickly sifting through her thoughts to find her next words. [color=a8f9ff]"That’s why—or part of the reason why— the distress signal was sent out on an old network setup by our father and…"[/color] Imogen’s gaze drifted over to June, silently seeking approval to not only expose her father’s true identity, but hers as well. Unlike Jim, she was capable of skirting around the topic if anonymity was desired. [i]It’s your call,[/i] her words rang out in the woman’s head, seeking a nod or something to steer her in the correct direction.

Watching Imogen’s distress made June’s chest ache, and she’d made up her mind long before now. She was going to be part of this team, and that required a level of trust. Hiding in the shadows wouldn’t help her find her family, it wouldn’t help Jim or Imogen, or any of these strangers. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment, and she tried to imagine her father in her place, the stance he’d choose, the words he’d provide, the fact that he had rarely trusted anyone with his identity but he was still gone all the same. 

[color=375a87]"And Bruce Wayne,"[/color] June pushed up from where she’d been sitting, and she kept her body fluid and stance relaxed as she crossed to stand beside Imogen. There was an abruptness in the air around Juniper, something seeming to slot into place within her. Her face was close to emotionless, offset by an echo of anger that seemed to haunt her every movement. Her presence could be easily shifted out of view, but when she wasn’t bothering hiding it the aura of Nightingale was intimidating even without the suit. [color=375a87]"My father is Batman. They didn’t trust the new system, and so this fail safe was put into place..."[/color]

Her eyes swept slowly across the room, categorizing each and every one of them. It all seemed like too much and like they weren’t enough. Had this really been their master plan? She’d give anything to talk to her dad one last time, to just understand better. [color=375a87]"It’s us, essentially. We are the fail safe."[/color]

[color=a8f9ff]"The [i]goal[/i],"[/color] Imogen continued, picking up where June left off. [color=a8f9ff]"Was to reach anyone who still might be out there fighting. Going at this alone isn’t working… Our fathers are proof of that."[/color] She motioned between herself and June. [color=a8f9ff]"There aren’t many of us left and 75% of us who [i]are[/i] left are fucking hiding away on Krakoa or Genosha. They won’t let non-mutants hide on their islands and they won’t come here to help us."[/color] There was a bitterness in her tone, thinking back to the countless numbers of mutants safe in their ignorance on Krakoa. Only her mother knew the risks and [i]still[/i] she tried to keep Imogen from coming to the academy rather than joining her and helping.

[color=a8f9ff]"It’s up to us to try and make a final stand, together… United."[/color] Imogen knew how ridiculous she sounded. It was like one of those ridiculous speeches everyone knew that Captain America or Superman made before rallying their allies to go fight some big bad. But she didn’t know most of these people and they didn’t know her. They didn’t have the trust and camaraderie like the Avengers or the Justice League. It was just a room full of random ass heroes and vigilantes that followed their coordinates. [i]Strangers.[/i] She wasn’t her mom. She didn’t know how to make inciting speeches, boost morale, or gain someone’s loyalty. 

[color=a8f9ff]"We need each other if we have any hope of persevering and hopefully finding those who we’ve lost along the way."[/color] She scanned the room, making eye contact with anyone who held her gaze as a desperate plea for help. Imogen didn’t know what else to say. She had already gained Magni’s assistance, but even an Asgardian wasn’t enough. They needed everyone in the room… and more.

[color=ed1c24]"What we have to offer for your help is this tower."[/color] Jim spoke up, his voice projected through the speakers in the Vanguard armor standing closer to the center of the room. It echoed through the space, with a faint static underlying it all. Jim had put his glasses back on, and seemed to be tapping his fingers on his thighs. The suit turned to face the center of the room, and a beam of light shot out from its optical lenses. A holographic display of Descendants Tower hovered in an open space in the center of the room, glowing a translucent blue. As Jim spoke, the holographic projection split the tower into sections and highlighted the aforementioned facilities. [color=ed1c24]"We have a state of the art training facility, with a dedicated armory, garage, and workshop. You'll be provided private quarters and housekeeping services, along with three square meals a day… and a dedicated infirmary if you chip a nail in the simulator."[/color] Jim shot a look towards Imogen at that last statement. The small smirk he flashed her was undermined by the sheer panic and desire for approval over his hastily produced visual presentation. 

Imogen rolled her eyes slightly at her brother’s comment but still managed to flash him a brief, reassuring smile. [color=a8f9ff]"You go to a nail tech for a broken nail, not the doctor,"[/color] she corrected him with her usual playful sassiness that cut through some of the tension in the room and relieved a fraction of the strain that tightened her shoulders. 

Juniper cast grateful glances toward Imogen and Jim, feeling for the first time that the three of them were fully on the same level. This [i]was[/i] their only chance to form something tangible and stand against whatever their foe was, and if they didn’t try then what was the point? The fact that Imogen could have left for somewhere safer was not lost on her, she could have abandoned Jim and June to face this alone, but she hadn’t. Just like June was choosing this fight, so was Jim. All she could hope is that these people would be willing to choose it too. 

[color=375a87]"We’re all here for our own reasons, but…our parents, the heroes that came before us, they all left a legacy behind. It may be silent now, in their absence, but its call continues to resonate."[/color] June clenched her hands, and then smoothed her skirt carefully. She was putting too much of herself out in the open, this was turning from a plea for help to blatant begging, but she had to. Even if it sounded cheesy, wasn’t half of putting on a costume and fighting the good fight cheesy anyways? [color=375a87]"World’s mightiest heroes, Titans, Challengers, Suicide Squad… "[/color]

A smile crossed her lips at that one, they were so creative with their ridiculous names sometimes. [color=375a87]"It doesn’t matter what we call ourselves, but we are the descendants of people who chose to fight. We have the tower, we have money, but more than anything we have [i]each other.[/i] None of us have to do this alone, this was the plan they wanted for us…"[/color] 

Her eyes darted toward Imogen and Jim, and she felt off kilter trying to be so motivational. She could see there was a slight affect in the room to their words, Redback was nodding along to her words, and Aria looked as if she’d already made up her mind. It was the sudden clapping that startled Juniper from her own thoughts, and she turned with raised eyebrows toward the entrance. 

A tall man had slipped inside at some point, blond hair meticulously slicked back, a tailored suit hugged his muscled physique, and she could catch the faintest outline of tattoo’s spanning from his shoulders to his chest. His cheeks dimpled as he smiled at them, blue eyes dancing around the room as he took in all of his counterparts. There was an air of refined strength as he moved further inside, hands slipping into his pockets. 

[color=995749]”Spoken like true leaders of the resistance,”[/color] he said, voice carrying through the lobby confidently. He recognized a few faces in the crowd, but to them Lucian would have looked like an entirely different person than they remembered. [color=995749]”Where do I sign my name?”[/color]

Imogen on the other hand had noticed the second the doors opened and he walked in. For a moment she was hit with a wave of familiarity in the way the man walked and carried himself, but once he talked all the pieces locked into place. A weak laugh escaped her lips. [i]Of course.[/i] Not only was Magni there, now Luke was too. She didn’t know what was worse, the crush she never got over even a decade later or the ex she found comfort in even if she knew deep down inside that she settled for him. Fate was a fickle bitch. At that point if there were any other monsters lurking in the shadows she’d rather them just pop out now and save her the trouble. 

Luke looked… [i]different[/i], more mature and sure footed. A decade had changed him in a way that wasn’t entirely different from herself. She wouldn’t have been entirely surprised if she had strayed so far from the person she used to be that he didn’t recognize her either. Her hands slipped into the front pockets of her white pants with an awkward chuckle. [color=a8f9ff]"I don’t actually think there’s like a roster."[/color] Her gaze drifted to her brother with furrowed brows. [color=a8f9ff]"Is there?"[/color] Considering how thorough he tended to be, she wouldn’t have put it past him.

Jim raised an eyebrow while looking towards Imogen, before he turned his gaze towards June. It was better to get this over with now. From the Vanguard speaker, Jim's voice rang out. [color=ed1c24]"Well… I haven't whipped up anything formal yet, but we will need to assign suites anyways. There’s a kiosk over there."[/color] He pointed towards a monitor sized interactive screen propped up on the receptionist’s desk. [color=ed1c24]"You can browse and choose from the available apartments there. We will also be collecting a palm and retinal scan of everyone in the elevator, and either give your name or your codename."[/color] Jim's eyes flicked briefly over Magni, Tobias, and Luke. [color=ed1c24]"Those who are already in the system can use their old rooms. Just be sure to let J.A.R.V.I.S know what to call you."[/color]

James sat forward in his seat, resting his elbows on bent knees and cupping his hands together. [color=cb6b06]"So you’re offering us a place on your super secret team and access to your high tech tower without having a clue who we are? Is that… [i]smart?[/i]"[/color] He wasn’t trying to play devil’s advocate but blind allegiance when they didn’t know the face beside them or what they were capable of was a big ask. [color=cb6b06]"I’m just saying… Some of us aren’t previous students or celebrities. Do we even know if we’re all [i]heroes[/i] and not some random asshole that stumbled upon the signal?"[/color]

The suit's head swivelled to face James, remaining otherwise motionless for a moment. It only took a moment before Jim spoke up. He was trying to be good, but that nagging feeling in his chest was too strong. [color=ed1c24]"Great question, [i]Junior[/i]. We’ve been clocking most of you on your way in."[/color] The suit’s head shifted slightly to face more towards Zaria, its glowing optical scanners watching her closely. [color=ed1c24]"You’re the one who brought the flight risk… but given the price circulating for daddy’s little princess, something tells me she’s traded teams."[/color] Jim’s tone somehow seemed more cold coming from the Vanguard. It turned its helmet back in James’ direction. [color=ed1c24]"We were hoping for most of your parents, but we’ll make do with what we have."[/color]

[color=a8f9ff]"[i]Jesus Christ, Jim[/i]!"[/color] Imogen sighed, slapping her hands against her thighs in frustration. [color=a8f9ff]"Did you not learn the first time ten fucking minutes ago?"[/color] she asked, craning her head around to look at him while motioning toward Myla and Theo.  

Zaria went rigid in her seat beside James, hands curling into fists in her lap. Bright, unbridled fear shot through her. She’d only just woken up, mind still a little hazy from sleep and the exhaustion that was weighing her down, but she hadn’t expected…she kept her eyes on the ground, trying to steady her racing pulse, her anxiety swelling up with all the force of a tsunami. She knew, logically, that nowhere was technically safe from her past. Any sense of safety she’d felt was stripped away with a single sentence, and Zaria wasn’t sure if she was devastated or pissed. 

The memory of her brother pressing his lips to her forehead, of pushing her away and telling her to [i]go[/i] so she wouldn’t be trapped like a bird in a gilded cage, sold to the highest bidder, all to be reduced to [i]daddy’s little princess.[/i] [color=00674F]"Don’t call me that."[/color] The words bubbled up before she could lock her jaw, and her eyes rose steadily to look at the tin can of a man. 

She couldn’t help but wonder what a good shock would do to the machine, or if the man himself was susceptible to electrocution. She squeezed her hands together tighter, until the feeling in her fingers was little more than pins and needles. She wouldn’t do something as brazen as yell at the man, or walk out, but she wouldn’t take the judgment laying down.  [color=00674F]"And don’t disrespect him either, do you even [i]want[/i] allies? It was a good question, especially if some of us have more to lose than…"[/color] her eyes dragged up and down the suit in clear disgust, her accent peaking through as her anger spiked. [color=00674F]"You, a man who hides behind metal."[/color]

James sighed, realizing his questions opened a can of worms that festered with botulism. He held out his hand toward Aria in an attempt to calm her down before he stood up and placed himself between her and the metal suit. [color=cb6b06]"Look man, they’re valid questions. And while you get to sit on a throne of daddy’s tech some of us only know what we’re told. But if you’re going to get all high and mighty over a fucking question then keep that shit directed at me. Leave her out of it."[/color]

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other while sliding his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. [color=cb6b06]"You’re welcome to call my dad if I’m not up to your standards."[/color] James laughed at the thought of his dad dragging himself out of his lazy boy and making his way to the academy. He’d be there in maybe a week and most likely drunk. [color=cb6b06]"He’s old and fat, and the only part of him that’d be useful lives in me now. So if you’re wanting something other than beer and Nascar, you’re stuck with the flight risk."[/color]

The spirit scratched at the bars of its cage, festering at the rising of James’s anger. He closed his eyes and rolled his shoulders trying to brush off the sensation. [color=cb6b06]"I just want to know who I’d be agreeing to fight alongside… Is that such a difficult question?"[/color] His gaze scanned the others who remained quiet and unmoving. He held up his hand before the annoying mouth behind the sentient armor spoke up again. [color=cb6b06]"The last thing I want is your shitty interpretations of who we are. We can speak for ourselves."[/color]

James looked down at Zaria and sighed. Being the voice of reason or the center of attention wasn’t really in his wheel house but he put his foot in his mouth and had to suffer the consequences. [color=cb6b06]"I mentioned when I first arrived but…"[/color] his voice trailed off as he noted the faces that had arrived after he did. [color=cb6b06]"I am Jameson Blaze… James. And I am the Ghost Rider, if that means anything to any of you."[/color] He sighed and ran his hand back through his shaggy black hair. [color=cb6b06]"I am possessed by a spirit of vengeance."[/color] He slapped his hands to his thighs like there was nothing else he had to add and looked back over at Jim. [color=cb6b06]"See, [i]that’s[/i] how normal people get to know each other."[/color] With a shake of his head, he lowered himself back onto the sofa and sighed. He tugged at the collar of his shirt and a small puff of steam rose up from his chest.

[color=a8f9ff]"I’m sorry about my brother,"[/color] Imogen apologized to James and Aria mostly, but let her gaze sweep across the rest of the room as well. [color=a8f9ff]"I understand your apprehension. I can only speak for myself and unfortunately most of my life has been less than private."[/color] She sighed softly trying to think of a way to build trust but it was difficult when tabloids shared everything about her from her last haircut to who she was sleeping with. [color=a8f9ff]"For anyone who doesn’t know… I’m a mutant. I can have diamond hard skin at will."[/color] Then on command her form shifted to look like a giant swarovski figurine then flipped back to normal a few seconds later. [color=a8f9ff]"And I’m a telepath. Sorry in advance, but I promise to never divulge the confidence of your thoughts. I don’t share other people’s secrets."[/color] Her eyes narrowed as she glared over at her brother. If only he had the same restraint.

Magni stepped forward, a warm smile plastered on his lips. He raised a hand, lightly placing it on Imogen’s shoulder for reassurance. He knew a thing or two about difficult brothers, and figured the least he could do was offer a fraction of comfort. He spoke with a deep resonance that seemed to fill the entire lobby. [color=00aeef]"I am Magni Thorson, Prince of Asgard, Lord of Thunder, and God of Might."[/color] He stood tall, his eyes briefly glancing towards Luke and Tobias with a small grin, for they already knew of his abilities. [color=00aeef]"I am the honored wielder of Mjolnir, and the very storms are at my command."[/color] He gave a slight bow towards those present, his voice rich in optimism. [color=00aeef]"’Tis my great honour to serve with thee, especially former brothers at arms…"[/color] He kept his hand on Imogen’s shoulder, issuing the lightest of squeezes. His thoughts remained just as light, as his mind was focused on keeping track of the names and abilities of those gathered.

Imogen glanced over at the large hand that rested on her shoulder. Magni’s touch was warm, yet comforting. There was a small part of her that stirred and wanted to blush, but she pushed it down and shoved the thought aside. It wasn’t the time for personal thoughts like that. Although she was grateful for another person who came to stand by her side, who gave her the strength and reassurance she needed in that moment. The fact that it was Magni made the moment a little sweeter and caused her nerves to flutter slightly. [i]Not right now,[/i] she had to keep repeating to herself in an attempt to keep her emotions in check.

Zaria relaxed slowly as James spoke, feeling less like an animal backed into a corner, less alone. Her hands slowly unfurled, feeling returning to her fingers. She wasn’t sure if she was comfortable with his defense of her, only because she’d had to learn how to stand on her own without her brother and without Logan. It almost felt natural though, just as she’d come to James’s defense. Her arms crossed over her chest, and unlike the son of Thor she didn’t volunteer any more personal information than what had already been presented with the team. 

[color=995749]"Lucian Rogers,"[/color] the blond man pulled a hand from his pocket, giving the room a small wave. His lips twisted into a charming smile that left Zaria a little disarmed, and when he spoke next it was directly to her and James, voice lowered as if sharing a secret. [color=995749]"My friends call me Luke, though. My dad is Captain America, I don’t do anything as cool as control the weather [i]but[/i] I’m pretty capable in a fight."[/color] He nodded toward Magni and Imogen, before his gaze swept across the room, pausing on Jim’s suit with a hint of amusement in his features. [color=995749]"I’m happy to fight alongside anyone, if it’s for the right cause."[/color]

Jules finished adding her cream and sugar until her coffee was a nice light brown. She stirred the mixture with a small spoon, taking in all the introductions. Her eyes flicked in the directions of those who had spoken before, her heart betraying her otherwise collected demeanor. She clearly was a little nervous about sharing everything all at once, but she caved to the pressure. [color=cdb6d6]"People call me Judith Barnes, I prefer you just call me Jules. I’ve been with the I.H.A. for a while, and I was trained by my dad. Pretty handy in a fight."[/color]

Myla didn’t plan on doing anymore talking. She had said her piece earlier and wanted to leave it at that, but unfortunately for her more people had arrived. Rather than stand up, she simply motioned her hand to gain anyone’s attention. [color=962929]"Just… for the newcomers, I guess."[/color] She cleared her throat and ran her empty hand along her skirt as if there were wrinkles she had to flatten out. [color=962929]"I am Myla Murdock, Hell’s Angel and the daughter of Daredevil. I have no special powers, I’m not possessed or a God. I am [i]actually[/i] blind, but it’s enhanced my other senses to superhuman levels."[/color]

[color=feffb5]"Theodore Parker, New York’s resident web-slinging Redback spider."[/color] He gave a wave to the room from where he sat beside Myla, body relaxed, his other arm thrown casually over the back of the couch behind her shoulders. [color=feffb5]"Superhuman everything over here, thanks to my pops."[/color]

More content being a silent bystander, Tobias waited until he was the last person in the room to speak. He sighed softly and pushed off his bent knees to stand. [color=796e9c]"I am a previous student,"[/color] he spoke calmly, not meeting anyone’s gaze in particular. [color=796e9c]"My name’s Tobias Lehnsherr... Yes, [i]that[/i] Lehnsherr,"[/color] he added before anyone had the chance to ask. [color=796e9c]"I can do whatever [i]he[/i] can do."[/color] He moved his hands as he searched for the words, hoping they could fill the gaps where he was failing. [color=796e9c]"Manipulate metal and shit like that."[/color] He shrugged his shoulders then lowered himself back onto the couch.

Zaria’s eyes were trained on Tobias, a strange expression stealing across her face. There was a beat of silence as everyone digested what he said, and her stomach twisted at the pause. When no objections came, when no one condemned him for who his father was, she felt something within her loosen ever so slightly. [color=00674F]"I don’t have all the powers my father does, I’ve only ever shown an aptitude for electrokinesis, and forms of energy manipulation."[/color] She couldn’t bring herself to look at anyone other than Tobias, even if she didn’t know him there was a sort of security in directing her soft words at him and him alone, even if everyone else was listening. [color=00674F]"My name is Zaria von Doom, I prefer to go by Aria. I…also prefer discretion,"[/color] her eyes cut to Jim, not the suit but the man who was huddled in the corner, and her voice grew a little sharper. [color=00674F]"On account of the fact that my father plans to marry me off to a man thrice my age upon my return for political gain, I understand [i]some[/i] of you wouldn’t understand why [i]daddy’s little princess[/i] wouldn’t be agreeable to such terms, but maybe you could try."[/color] She turned away from Jim resolutely, nodding once at Tobias. 

[color=796e9c]"That… sounds miserable. I’m sorry."[/color] Tobias wasn’t a man of many words, often only speaking when necessary but he could relate to falling under the thumb of his father’s whims. Without words and just the pointed way Aria only seemed to speak to him, he could tell she sought some security in their shared plight. Normally he wouldn’t have said anything beyond a head nod of acknowledgement, but instead he let brief words of reassurance and sympathy slip from his lips. While he doubted she or anyone else would gain further meaning from it, to him it meant he understood and would try anything within his power to keep her from that fate. He didn’t offer any further explanation into his own relationship with his father but with time, he’d be willing to share.

When everyone in the room had spoken their piece, Imogen cupped her hands together quietly. [color=a8f9ff]"We… [i]I[/i] appreciate everyone sharing. I know that wasn’t easy for some of you and I personally thank you for putting your faith in us with that knowledge. I know it isn’t easy to trust a room full of unfamiliar faces and there will be growing pains as we learn to work together but…"[/color] her voice trailed off as she sought the reassuring gazes of June, Magni, and even Jim. [color=a8f9ff]"Sorry, I’ve never been good at the whole [i]pep talk[/i] thing,"[/color] she laughed softly and shrugged her shoulders. [color=a8f9ff]"I promise to try, if you guys do. When it comes down to it, that’s all I can promise. No one will stop you if you wish to leave and I will take your secrets, and confidences to my grave."[/color]

Myla hated to admit it, but Theo was right about her regretting it if she left. Imogen and June had valid points and putting together some sort of team seemed like the best course of action if they wanted results. If all of them had been trying to solve the disappearances alone and got nowhere, maybe eleven… [i]twelve?[/i] heads were better than one, or two in her case. She wasn’t thrilled about living under the same roof as Jim but being this far out of the city and in a remote part of Connecticut made her feel safer than she had in a while. But there was still one glaring issue… [color=962929]"I didn’t come prepared to stay… My suit is back home. I’ll have to go back to Manhattan."[/color]

[color=a8f9ff]"I could send my driver for your things,"[/color] Imogen offered.

[color=962929]"I appreciate it but if I don’t see my Uncle face to face he won’t believe anything anyone tells him. He’s too paranoid after my dad… I have to go."[/color]

Imogen didn’t like the sound of it, but who was she to tell her no. [color=a8f9ff]"Take someone with you, at least. Safety in numbers."[/color]

[color=feffb5]"I’ll go with her, I need to get some of my stuff too."[/color] Theo was going with her even if someone else volunteered, but he wouldn’t share that thought with everyone else. There was no scenario in which they didn’t go back to New York together, especially not after he’d spent the last week thinking she’d disappeared. 

June kept her mouth shut, she’d already told Imogen and Jim she was going back into Gotham that night but she sure as hell wouldn’t be consenting to a chaperone. She’d have to let the liquor burn off some before she left, and though she wasn’t planning to patrol tonight she’d pack her suit just in case. She returned Imogen’s searching gaze with her own, offering a small, reassuring smile to the other woman. [color=375a87]"Unless anyone has any questions, I think it’s best if we disperse for the night. It’s been a long day of travel for many of you. There’s a map of the tower by the elevator, all of the floors are open unless J.A.R.V.I.S. tells you otherwise. We can meet up tomorrow and discuss our plans going forward, as a team."[/color][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]

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