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X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Ayita Dyrkin

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Location Hanson Power Plant
{"Monsters aren't usually in the skin of a beast. Far too often they wear the skin of Man."}

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Wings beat once more as she took flight again. But not without a indignant ruffle of her feathers, "Never seen." She squawked. It was true enough, if one made allowances for those who knew her forms. There was a slight distinction that her human mind left upon her beastial or avian form. Thoughts no creature should have. Save perhaps those of higher thinking. Letting the leaves mask her once more, she gave a lonesome caw. Those higher forms were the easiest to hold. To control. Instinct and thought worked wine in wing or claw in claw. As she drew near the power plant, Raven-Ayita dipped down towards the ground. Her shadow raced her towards her goal.

Bones snapped and flesh tore. Blood seeped on the breeze. Her feathers abandoned her over the rumble ground, leaving only the slightest of trail along with drops of her blood from the shift. Her feet thudded against the ground as a she slid through the shadows of the truck with a squeak. Peering about the darkness she scuttled into the nearest shadow and tight opening. Her large ears swiveling about and her nose twitching. The mouse-Ayita sniffed again. Listening to the sounds, if she heard nothing she would scuttled towards the building. Looking for any small holes in which she could slip into the building. Cautious of any prowling Brotherhood 'cat'.

It would not do, to become cat food after all.

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Giving and indignant shriek as she fell towards the floor only to be caught by the problematic assailant. Alice glowered up at this strange stranger so called Sasha. Of course her shop was close! That did not mean she did not have work! Added in the fact of deadlines she had yet to do for special projects... it was all rather hectic, something she dearly loved in her nice quite little shop. A appearance of calm and serenity with a little hectic schedule in the spring and holidays.

Though as this man spoke of her supposed ever so many greats grandfather, the tiny dark haired tailor's frown only deepened. How did he know about something like that? If it was true, that was. She honestly never had cared enough about her family to delve back into that history. But it sounded true enough. Though, Alice thought bitterly, more than one person had easily gotten her to believe some lie. She was susectible to them at times. Such as wiring and houses and shops. Adding to that list was apparently people, or rather tall strange men named Sasha, who needed halo with clothes late at night.

"Good luck going after him." She huffed, her cheeks stained red with embrassed and angered blush. "I haven't the slightest idea where he might be. And even if you did find him, you wouldn't be able to get close to him without some appointment and ten people in attendance." She deigned not to answer about her sibling. The perfect little Lynch child. She had never cared for her relation and preferred to not thinking them. Which was rather hard to do this night. "And I need to open my shop tommorrow! I have deadlines for projects! And a door to repair." Her frown turned accusatory as she pouted at Sasha.

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X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Will post t ommorrow, need a rest from crazed week.

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Agreed. Totally agreed

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Once released she darted a few steps away. She must have said something right, or perhaps not. He continued speaking asking things. If she had been to Mariseille- where ever that was. She didn't know locations very well and the place sounded French or Italian. It was doubtful, she thought, that this man would be able to convince her to go. "No I haven't and no. I don't know about my family ancestry." Her snarl was almost palpable. Family was a very sore subject with her. "I have better things to do, so do not think I will check nor assist you on whatever the heck you are doing." Tempted as she was, Alice never swore. "I have a shop to tend."

But as he was looking to the left, she moved to the right. Darting for that tiny room in the back in which she could barricade herself into, and in which she could call the authorities. It would delight her family to learn of this! That poor little Alice couldn't take care of herself safely. Another notch to their belt that she would be better off with the 'family'. Foolish, foolish, foolish. Alice's shoes echoed her thoughts with a sharp click of each steps. If luck held he would think her going to the register, or perhaps if it didn't she could out run him.

Doubtful in this dress and shoes.

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Alice gave a startled jolt when he grabbed her wrist, but it only fueled the green fire in her eyes all the more. Be that fire rage, indignation, or a variation of fear and panic. It was doubtful even she knew fully. She flung herself back straining against his grip as she hurled daggers with her eyes. Quite literally her last defense. But a cool collective part of her mind. The business part noted his words.

He knew her name for one, that was not uncommon. It was on the cards up front and if he didn't get it from there it could have been by word of mouth. But that the coat was a ruse? That he needed her? Her face paled slightly as her mind whirled with details, notes, and exactly every detail of the horror stories she had been told by various friends. Her eyes darted towards the busted door. Why did he need to know if her father was Irish?

"He is." The tiny tailor answered in a shaky voice. If this was some ransom ploy, he had the wrong Lynch. It would be her sibling they would want. The 'pride' of the family. Their perfect child. Someone to live up to the professional Lynch name. It was a rather sore spot, but she banished the pain deep inside. "Alistair Lynch the Third." Even with that bitterness buried she couldn't keep it from her voice. "And he won't give you a pound if you demand ransom." She sniffed coldly sliding into that coolness her father wore so easily. "But you will have every constable on you from Scotland Yard itself." Alice was a cheery and nice person, if a tad forgetful and absent minded. Being so cold just felt wrong to her, but if it was the mask she needed to wear to get out of this alive...

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Ayita Dyrkin

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Location Hanson Power Plant
{"Monsters aren't usually in the skin of a beast. Far too often they wear the skin of Man."}

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Picking up a likely stone to satisfy one of her apparent 'kind' the raven took off with a beat of her wings. Doing another sweep of the building. Something was making her uneasy. Following at a angle to where the Blackbird was. If this speedster was keeping pace with Oshea, Ayita would expect him to know where the ship was. Plus, to travel in a straight line was a notion she had never liked. With sweeping arcs one could see more and potentially get more for the time they spent going back. Though she did ride the winds with haste and took herself just barley into the canopy of leaves.

It was worrisome, this witch woman who could toss trucks. But she needed to get back to the others so they at least knew. Ayita mussed over her other forms, and the likeliness of being caught in them. A rat or mouse would be common place, and enough so that she could use her fellow rodents tunnels in the building. But still Ayita couldn't shake that something was wrong. The main gate was known to contain enemies, so that left side tunnels. Narrow points. Her eyes narrowed as her wings beat furiously. Narrow points in which to funnel prey or a unwelcome predator.

Tipping herself into a spiral she spread her black wings as a familiar blue figure exited the plane. Letting her rocks fall, she twisted in the air to spiral about Beast's shoulders before landing on one. Her talons closing carefully and well aware of their deadly purpose. Lowering her black beak and beady eyes she gave a raucous caw again. Hopping down and up into the ship. "Mary, Mary." It was the best her raven voice could say in a hurry, and with awkward flat walking she fanned her wings unhappily. "Two. Witch, as well. Mebbe trap. Mouse go in?" Her black head tilted as she ruffled her feathers. Her voice wasn't the greatest in this form, but she was normally understandable. Hopping onto a seat she shifted her feet with a resigned croak.

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@Life in Stasis lol. I just finished my weekend. Which oddly is in the middle of the week. Hope to see your post, (and hope it won't be in a traffic jam).

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@Life in Stasis Dude. Your typing sounds exhausted.

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