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As Allison continued following, her mind wandered to other things. Before she knew it, she didn't hear anything. Was everyone being quiet and stealthy now? No, that wasn't it. She looked around and didn't see anyone there. Oh crap, did she get a new power to teleport people away and didn't realize? No, then maybe they ran off without letting her know? She walked down the hallway, calling out their names.

She felt goosebumps appear on her arms as she saw something crawl down the stairs. It was a spider. "Ok, keep calm Allison. It's only one and you know Damon has use of a spider. Maybe it's him. Oh no, there's another one. Ok two is fine. Three now? FOUR? What the..." Before she could finish her thoughts, more started coming.

And then the rumbling. Her stomach dropped.

She took a few steps back before she even saw the thing. It was like that spider horror movie. She didn't even want to think about that. Instead, she sprinted the other way, "I did not sign up for spiders! HELL NO! GET AWAY!" She screamed down the hallway, hoping to outrun the creature feature.

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The Adder gave Nina a smile that was no longer charming. It was filled with chilled venom. He purred to the X-men, casting a more charming smile to Wonderland. This was no longer Richard the reasonable brother nor Richard the charmer. No, this was The Adder, the deadly gun for hire, that wanted the information. Still he didn't reach for a weapon, he didn't need one. Giving Peitro a hurt look of mocking sincerity. "And you didn't care enough to remember about me? I'm hurt, 'Silver. I though those two tidbits might stand out from the get-go. But then you are getting some." He mocked, his voice a deadly velvet. "Really Wonderland. He forgot all about me, is that not just rude?' Richard called over his shoulder, to his ally.

Then casting his gaze towards Nina and Ayita. The girl was not his concern. He'd let Lizzie have her at worse. At best, let her run home. She classified to him as a child, and he didn't see the reason to outright kill her. Though he had a suspicion that would be the only way to stop her if she wanted him Dead. With a capital D. "But really darling in the front. That information? Just give me a tidbit I can use and I'll make sure Wonderful Wonderland here doesn't kill you all- or mentally scar you past recovery." He chastened the eldest of the group. Hoping that charming smile conveyed to Wonderland that live victims later would be more fun. Then she would have time to tinker with how to best have her fun with them. After all, where was the fun if you rushed it? He wanted his information.

Amber eyes glanced at the bars that now blocked their way. A trap, a cage, sprung. That was bad but worse, her eyes snapped back to the business looking man. The last name meant nothing, she had noted amongst her time at the Institute that people could share that. Baring her fangs in a snarl, she glanced between the man and the woman. She had caused this prison, but he was dangerous. The way he held himself, how he had responded to her attack. Still she would hold off the attack. Though not for much longer if the woman made a move or if he did. She felt the instincts roll with fury. A deep growl echoing from her chest, as she slowly stalked in a semi circle away from Nina and the woman. Moving to flank this 'Adder'. The name suited him, Ayita would admit. A deadly snake, for a man whose words were so utterly truthful sounding. She saw no reason to doubt him on what he said, but there was a deadliness to his voice. The female shifter did not care for it.

Slowly, she reached down as she lifted one foot. Gripping the knife in a backwards grip and holding it so this strange woman could not see it. The Adder had moved as to keep all the X-Men in his sight. Even if it meant that he could only see them out of the corner of his eye. But he was not keen on letting anyone get behind him. As much as Ayita admired this- for her intent and purposes it was irritating. Her amber eyes narrowed to slits, he was a shifter. Adder would not just be his name- perhaps his form. Her mind already flipped through her known forms. She liked it not that a poisonous snake might be her opponent. One scratch, one bite. It would be bad at best. At worst? Death. Was she willing to die for humans? The answer was no. Would she bleed and fight? Yes, but it was for her own sake. She needed time and to keep this madness from coming into her territory. That wouldn't do at all.

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By the time that Guin saw her, it was already too late. She couldn't even get a blast out of her icer or radio for back-up when her surroundings seemingly changed. The glimpse of her attacker had already vanished from her mind as she took in everything around her. There was plexiglass in front of her, a phone to her left, and a uniformed guard standing behind her. It was only when she glanced down and saw the orange jumpsuit she was wearing that it all fell into place contextually.

"No...No this is a mistake," Guin muttered, her heart contracting painfully and her breaths becoming shorter and shorter. She wanted to run, curl up into a ball, and vomit simultaneously. She had always had a fear of prisons, one that often confused Happy and Pepper until Guin confessed as to its origin. When she was five years old and watching television at the house in Malibu, she watched Oz. It was one of the most violent yet honest depictions of prison in television - and entirely inappropriate for a little kid. The graphic scenes still haunted her nightmares on occasion just about fourteen years later.

Someone tapped on the glass in front of her and Guin nearly jumped out of her seat. She had heard the footsteps coming towards her, but she hadn't really connected it to the fact that it meant someone was there to see her. She wanted to laugh and cry as she saw her father on the other side - he was going to spring her from the joint. They had enough money to make bail, no matter what it was set at, and then enough to pay an attorney to absolve her of whatever she had done.

Picking up the telephone, Guin found her eyes welling up with tears of relief. "Dad, I am so glad to see you - I don't know what happened or why I'm here but - "

"How could you be such a failure. You are a disgrace to the Stark name, and I wish you were never born. You haven't accomplished much, you are dating the son of a known terrorist, how could you do this!" Tony didn't waste a second as he started laying into Guin. The young S.H.I.E.L.D. agent blinked in surprise. She didn't even realize that she was giving herself a death grip hug with her free hand, as if that would somehow save her from Tony's rant.

"I....I...I have no idea what..." Guin stuttered.

"Save the act for someone who isn't so used to your bullshit, kid," Tony chided. "One chance. Now or never. Tell me why you did this - don't bullshit me or I'll walk out that door."

"I...I....I wanted to live up to your ex-expectations?" Guin said. She couldn't remember doing anything that would land her in jail - nothing that the charges would actually be pressed for, at any rate. Sure she took the Iron Man suit out for joyrides and she did drink underage - but it'd never been an issue. She would've been at home getting reprimanded and not here, if that had been the case.

Tony snorted. "Good luck with that," he said, before launching into his rant once more. Guin felt helpless as she sat there, sobbing, crying, even screaming. The virus and the Brotherhood and the X-Men and the mutants felt incredibly distant to her.

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Lizzie glanced at her nails, frowning slightly. Her black nail polish was chipped on her right index finger. She'd have to repaint her nails later - while her toes always were painted perfection, it seemed her fingers' polish chipped at the slightest wind. Glancing up in time to catch Pietro's death glare, Lizzie smiled cheerfully back at him. She couldn't wait for him to run into his sister - Wanda was, needless to say, angry with her brother. He had abandoned his family for no apparent reason. Lizzie's working theory was that he had simply become bored and decided to play for the losing side in order to challenge himself.

"He didn't remember me either, Adder," Lizzie replied coyly, glancing down at her nail again. It really was becoming irksome. Maybe it'd be better to just chip each nail at this point. At least then, it'd be a consistent design. "It is rather rude. But don't fret, Pietro. You'll be making it up to us quite shortly - we'll start with the death of your little girlfriend. And then your entire team."

Her eyes then flashed over towards Richard. He was asking for information about his sister. She had her own missing sister - Max. The last she had heard, she was supposedly going by Mad Max these days. Lizzie nodded curtly at Adder, an indication that she'd supposedly not kill them all and that if they ended up talking, he'd need to ask after Max as well. Still, she doubted that the X-Men would be so kind as to cooperate. One of them - a girl - was repositioning herself. The little thing did seem to be entirely persuaded by her illusion she had crafted.

How unfortunate. It seemed like this would be a fight after all. She threw a clear look of are you done here? towards Richard. The wild child was awfully close to him - he'd take her on then in the incoming fight. Quicksilver was next to the seeming leader of the group. And near them was another unknown member of the X-Men. For the moment, they were all contained. However, the speedster was a bit of a worry.

Taking a deep breath, Lizzie extended her hand slightly in front of her as her eyes flashed bright blue once more. This illusion, however, was meant for only one. While attempting to maintain the illusion of the bars, Lizzie crafted an illusion designed to cripple the speedster ever so slightly in an eventual brawl. A bit of blood trickled out from her nose, but it didn't stop her. For Pietro, he would see an empty hallway, with the bars still in place. His illusion was designed to keep the speedster from knowing his true surroundings - and hopefully, then take him off the playing field.

But maintaining two illusions was taking its toll. There was an imperfection in the illusion she created for Pietro, an ironic one. The only person that Pietro could see was none other than the Adder.

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Despite the arrival of another enemy, Nina wasn't feeling particularly worried as of yet. Her group still outnumbered Laine and this "Wonderland", and while the metal bars were problematic, she was certain they'd find a way out somehow. Either from overriding something, or just Nina punching her way out - literally. The walls surrounding them didn't look capable of lasting very long against her strength.

Turning her attention back to Laine, it seemed he was starting to show his true colours a bit more. The charm slid off him like water on ice, and now, Nina could perhaps anticipate his actions. If not, it was simply refreshing to take his mask away. His words did nothing to scare her, though she was becoming more apprehensive of the female as time ticked on. There was a strange, almost manic look about her... a look on mental instability. Typical, of Magneto to recruit poor souls like this, but people like him always exploited and manipulated those they could get their hands on to gain power. And these poor idiots were under the impression that they were equals to him, not pawns to be spent in war. A similar thought crossed Nina's mind about Xavier doing similar things to the younger X-Men, but she'd made herself quite known on how she felt about his recruitment process. Magneto was just a bit crueller about it, targeting the mentally ill.

"And for curiosity's sake, what kind of information are you looking for?" She asked in a guarded manner, though not in the least bit perturbed by his threat. In all honesty, she was curious. From his tone of voice, this certainly seemed like something more personal than a request passed on from Magneto. Shrewd eyes swiftly picked up on the movement from Wonderland, and the adverse reaction that was occurring. Nosebleeds, plus a focused movement of her hand... she had to be using a power. Overusing, if the nosebleed was anything to go by. Using powers actively meant she would be distracted - which would make an attack much easier. All Nina would have to ensure was that no skin-to-skin contact occurred, as per Pietro's warning earlier. Thankfully, only a sliver of neck and her face was showing to the world, thanks to her combat outfit and gloves.

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Charlie was certain that he'd heard people mention an explosion at that place once or twice, but it seemed Cassandra had tactfully left it out. Clearly, it had been accidental. But then, Charlie couldn't blame people for inadvertent pyrotechnics, not with his own powers out of whack.

"At least nobody died, right?" He muttered, wondering briefly if he'd actually ended up killing someone already. Those boys from before... he'd left them in pretty bad shape, and he'd been avoiding news like the plague on the off chance he'd find out if one of them had died. They were assholes, true. But no older than him, with families. Lives. Hopes and Dreams.

Shaking the distracting thoughts from his head, Charlie glanced behind him as he heard noises in the distance. Screaming? He couldn't be sure. Still, Cassandra seemed to be fine, so he continued following in her footsteps, looking at her as she continued speaking to him.

"Sure - I'll be ready." He replied in what he hoped was a confident tone.

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Pietro started to freak out a little next to the rest of you. He is glancing around, but can't see anyone else still. However, there is one thing he knows, and that is that the bars aren't real. He looks at Richard, glaring really, and runs backwards (appearing to go through the bars to everyone else), and comes back racing. Looks like he needed a running start, and maybe Richard shouldn't have made fun of him and Guin. He slams into Richard, sending him flying backwards and sliding down the hallway several feet. "Anyone else there?" he asks as he looks around the hallway, before heading towards Richard again.

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The group heads upstairs, and find that it is more of an office area with conference rooms. There are several computers, and they might have some information regarding the virus if you want to try and access them. However, there is movement coming from the other side of the office space, and you can hear footsteps, but can't see them yet.

Team 1

Guin: Tony just stares at Guin, looking at her in the prison uniform. He ignored her protests, and continued yelling at her. "I expected more from you, Guin. You let me down - you let my dad down - you let everyone down. What the hell were you even thinking? I know that you think you can just throw money at problems - and trust me, while it does work sometimes, it isn't going to cut it here". There is something off, and Guin starts having doubts that anything there is real.

Allison: Oh Allison... The spiders did not like that one bit. You running and all, well, they aren't to happy about that. As she runs down the hallway, spiders will start appearing in front of her, including another large one. She is surrounded, and there is no place for her to go.

Carolina: Wow, who knew that Carolina's mental powers would come in handy at a time like this. One moment, October's body is lying there, the next minute she hears a high pitched screech, which throws her out of her nightmare. Carolina wakes up lying on the ground in the stairwell, covered in sweat. The others are near her too, she could try and wake them though. All of them seem to not be doing very well, so she might want to think of something quickly. No one else seems to be around, at least for the moment anyway.

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Carolina stared down at October's body for a moment and the blood that was on the floor, she knew that this was some kind of hallucination, she just wasn't sure exactly who was creating it. She turned her head suddenly when she heard a loud scream from somewhere around her. She wasn't sure where it was coming from, until the dream or whatever it was started to quickly fade away. When Carolina opened up her eyes once again she was that she was laying on the floor, looking towards the others in the team with her.

She saw that they were all not in great condition seeing them sweating as she whipped away a bit of sweat off of her forehead, letting out a soft sigh as she looked around. The best way to wake them up she thought was to go into their minds and try to convince them to wake up, Carolina laid back down and closed her eyes as she let her spirit leave her body. She moved over and took over Marygold's body since she thought she would be the one to wake up first.

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"No one died on the mission that is true, but still ended up in failure." Cassandra said with a light sigh as they got to the next floor, she looked around. So far there wasn't anyone, when she took a step further into the room she noticed that there were a set of computers it would be a good chance to get in there and maybe try and get whatever information there was to gather in the virus that was being created by Magneto. "Theres some computers there." Cassandra said pointing them out to Charlie before making her way over to them, when she was close enough Cassandra froze as she started to hear footsteps coming down from the hallway.

Cassandra quickly kneeled down looking over to Charlie and motioned for him to get down low so that he wouldn't be seen either. "Stay down." She said as she slowly started to poke her head forward she tried to look around from where the footsteps were coming from, but she couldn't see them just yet.

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So, Wonderland wanted information on her little lost bird as well. Richard gave a slight nod of his head and tilt of his hand to indicate he heard. Turning those snake slitted eyes back to the eldest of the group. Cocking his head as he did so, a few strands of jet black hair falling into those eyes as the Adder regarded her. He mused over several ways to pop the question. The different meanings of the words. How the infamous Xavier would take them as well as those in this group. For undoubtedly this would all get back to the man. For while many regaled him a hero and others a villain. Charles Xavier was merely a man. A powerful man, but a man. He was just as guilty as Magneto in his hypocrisy and too soft-hearted from what Richard understood. But that was neither here nor there at the minute. What mattered now were sisters- lost and hopefully to be found again. "Anything you can give me. Last known locations, contacts, living- dead." He muttered the last one under his breathe. Hoping it would never be so- not for Wonderland or for his own.

It was a split second later he cursed his little distraction. Quicksilver had got a running start to slam him off his feet. Sliding a few more away. He gave a snarl from where he laid. Flipping himself up to he feet once more, a kukri knife flipping out into one hand with a practiced motion. "Alright. Talking's done. Dear, do not think our deal is off the table." He stated in a too calm voice to Nina as he stalked towards QuickSliver. A tad bit breathless- was all that betrayed him. His eyes dark and smile a grin of sheer bloodthirsty wonder. While Richard was many things, the foremost was a fighter. He moved with the grace of a predator- which must be a killer in bars and why he moved such. Waiting for Silver to charge him again, he prepared to shift. The minute the younger man moved, Richard would shift into a massive indian taipan. One of the most venomous snakes in the world. His intent? To wind his muscled length around the speedster was one, but the main target was to inject his venom into the Speedster. He had always been curious as to how Pietro would react to the venom he produced. Would it hit the boy harder or leave the system faster? Taipans were known for their neurotoxin venom. Something to paralyze the muscle and clot the blood. Common among snakes. But while his venom yield would be smaller. The toxins would be worse. And this damned bastard got in his way. Malice lined every inch of his face.

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Clever, Nina was giving them what they wanted. While they may not be able to search for the virus they could keep these two off the other's back. Glancing quickly at the woman Ayita frowned. Blood? A nose bleed? That was unusual. Though not out of their favor. Blood meant less of it in her system- less energy. Less strength, thus less of a fight. Good, this other one was going to be a handful she reckoned. Given his cocky attitude and how he had fought previously. Her chest and back still groaned, she would have bruises from the man falling on her. Blasted man was a fighter and a good one. He had let her go from their bout- and she him. But it grated at her experiences. He wanted this information. He was going easy to get it. Just as she was for the information on the virus- thing. It was a leash on him that she had never experience herself til lately. Survival didn't pull punches.

Musing over this she prepared to strike, and watched as the business man-Richard- was sent flying. She gave a quick second look as Pietro ran through the bars. Ran through-? How? She glanced at the bars more closely. Idiot speedster had ended the talk, and unleashed a predator. She knew this. However the bars- how had he gotten through them? Turning her attention back to the man, she noticed him now courting the Speedster for a fight. Very well. She did not want to deal with a man who held that knife like her mother did. With a will and know-how to use it. Turning on her heel, she lept forward shifting in the leap to that of a large wolf. Not a tiger. Not yet- she amended. She needed her head more than the brute strength. Lunging at the woman she snarled and lept upon her enemy. Fangs flashing as she went for the woman's face. Mercy was not her forte.

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As her father continued his rant, something changed. As if she was a character in the Matrix or a Divergent novel, Guin realized that her surroundings were not necessarily real. "Shut up, I need to think," Guin said, cutting Tony off. She sniffled a bit, trying to get up and have a better look around, but she couldn't see much beyond the visitation room, the other prisoners, and the guards. "You...You said I let granddad down. But you haven't even told me what crime I was supposed to have committed." She grinned widely, sniffling a bit, but she was rapidly calming down.

"If you need me to spell it out for you, maybe you need a little jail time," Tony replied. "You know not to drop the soap, right? Right? C'mon, someone has to have told you that much."

Guin shook her head. "You don't know what I did, because this isn't real," Guin said proudly. "Last I remember, I was risking my life to save the world from the Brotherhood of Mutants...And now I'm here, getting chewed out by my dad in a living nightmare. To get from point A to B, something had to happen."

Tony snorted, shaking his head. "Unbelievable. You know, I bet you get this from your mother's side of the family. It better be genetic - I don't want your crazy germ or whatever type of contagion it is... Cap would never forgive me if I made his mind go south."

"No," Guin said firmly, despite the fact that she was still shaking. "This is Scarlet motherfucking Witch's work. She's still loyal to her father and likely blames me for Pietro leaving the Brotherhood - but I know that isn't why he left and since you're not real, it doesn't matter what you think. If I were her, I'd get me down for the count and then make damn well sure I was one of the first humans to go..."

Guin's eyes widened. "Shit," she muttered. She looked at the plexiglass, ignoring what "Tony" was saying. He was off on another rant when she got an idea - maybe the rules of mutant induced hallucinations worked just like the rules in dreams? Glancing forward at the glass, Guin took a deep breath -

And then proceeded to head butt it.

"My god. You've really lost it. Are you going for the insane defense? Because if so, you're doing a great job," Tony commented, looking at the neat gash on Guin's forward. She pressed her hand against the wound in an effort to stop the blood flow. The pain felt real - maybe this was real, after all? She doubted her own assertions for a moment, before shaking her head - and instantly regretting it as the pain increased abruptly.

"This can't be real...Okay, Guin, we're going to think...Maybe you think your way out of these? Or...You know what, I'm going to take a knee...This pain...It's really authentic...You've outdone yourself, Wanda..." Guin then collapsed onto the ground, with a disappointed and concerned Tony looking down at her.

"You know someone has to clean up all that blood, right?"

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So much for a nice and calm exchange of information. And as Pietro ran through the bars, Lizzie ceased projecting that illusion. Almost simultaneously, the nose bleed stopped. She did, however, maintain her concentration on the illusion for Pietro. While she couldn't make Richard vanish from his sight as well, none of the others seemed particularly inclined to inform Pietro where they were. At any minute, he may accidentally run into one of them and cripple them. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched to ensure that Richard was fine. Seeing him get up to charge the speedster, she felt confident it was the case.

They were outnumbered, but that didn't bother Lizzie too much. Even as the other shifter turned into a wolf and leapt towards her, she radiated calm. She was in control, as far as she was concerned. She moved to sidestep the wolf's attack at the last second. But luck was not on her side. Instead, she was knocked down to the ground, with the wolf on top of her. Lizzie was pinned to the ground, but she let out a laugh.

"You're so screwed~"

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Allison continued to run forward, her breath increasing in each step. God, she hated spiders. She prided herself on loving most things in life, but spiders were not one of them. She didn't care what people said about them: how they eat flies and protect your home and how they are important. Screw that! As far as she was concerned, they should all burn!

As she got closer, another swarm appeared, along with another giant spider. She stopped and looked back, seeing the other oncoming horde. She was surrounded. She couldn't do much, but her breathing was getting troubled. She knelt to the ground and closed her eyes, covering her head, "No, make it stop! I can't do this..." She began to cry. She couldn't control it any longer.

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Nina's normally steadfast focus was broken as Pietro caused a commotion - only this time, it was a highly useful one. Noticing as he left her field of view, Nina's eyes widened as she saw him reappear behind the bars that locked the group in momentarily, before he shot forward towards Laine. How did he get past the bars? Had he just run so fast that matter itself had just morphed around him? While Nina was no expert in physics, this seemed unlikely... view whipping back to Laine (Now looking severely pissed off), and Wonderland.

"Of course! This one deals in illusions... and now in messing with Quicksilver's mind, she's ruined it for everyone else." Nina thought, watching as the bars dissolved before her. How could she have been so easily fooled? Cursing herself silently, Nina watched on as Laine advanced on a blind Pietro, and Ayita launched herself at Wonderland, fangs and all. For now, Nina couldn't trust herself to do anything. Ayita may not be able to distinguish friend from foe in this enraged form, and with Pietro clearly not being able to see the others, getting involved with his scuffle with Laine could be potentially fatal. Though, Laine's potential to cooperate was something to keep in mind.

"Damon! Have your tattoo creatures ready - Ayita could fall to a hallucination at any time, but they'll hopefully be immune to that one's powers. If Ayita loses it, I'll keep her off you and Pietro as much as I can." She instructed Damon quietly, placing her knife back in it's sheath and bending her knees slightly, ready to spring into action. "Just make sure you take our magician friend down. She's the most dangerous one here. Off the top of her head, Nina tried to recall what exact strength a wolf had... and if their fangs and claws were enough to break her skin.

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Once again, Charlie felt naked without a physical weapon. He didn't even dare to try and summon a flame ready to attack, just in case he accidentally ignited the entire room, Cassandra and all. Laying low behind the Agent, Charlie strained his ears to try and hear something else, something that was useful. Just footsteps... was it Oshea? Or a guard that he hadn't rounded up? Or worse, what if it was one of the Brotherhood? He'd seen pictures of a bunch, and they didn't look friendly in the slightest. Jesus, if Magneto himself showed up, he could just kill the both of them with all the metal in this room. Glancing at the computers, he slightly prayed that whoever it was would just wander by, and they could get some useful information from the room they were currently hiding in.

"Like a cure! That would be awesome. Please be a cure..." He thought to himself, knowing fine well that this false hope wasn't going to keep him optimistic for one... the footsteps were growing closer.

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Damon remained silent while he watched everything unfold. He remained with his arrow in the bow ready to fire, his eyes going to the bars as they narrowed. Those did not look quite right...before he could really think on those the speedster raced through confirming his thoughts that had started about them being illusionary. Lucky for him, while all of this happened the panther did not lunge at anyone. While these tattoos are of his body their listening skills were entirely up to them. His gaze went back to the two brotherhood members fighting.

Damon stayed how he was because firing an arrow would result in something that would be less than desirable. The panther tattoo next to him slowly went into position to pounce but was in the same situation. If it pounced on either it would either knock the Ayita wolf or the speedy human. Neither would be ideal. Luckily Nina decided to speak to him. Though what she said had him looking at her with a raised brow. "I have confidence in her, but I will be prepared for that situation." He was almost offended for her.

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Othello debated where to go. He could stay there and mess with things or go with her and stand in as back up...or go with her suggestion. He decided on the last. Getting a group all to himself sounded like the most fun to him and thus, he strode off. With a rather joyous step he started hunting down his new found prey. "Hm I wonder...how should I make my entrance....or should I just randomly appear. Perhaps both?" The musings of the insane was always fun to listen too.

As Othello continued to walk he quietly played with some dice he had on hand. A small smile stretching across his face as he did both things...he would enjoy this. After all, who else had more tricks up their sleeves if not the magician Cheshire cat. He eventually paused and listened trying to hear for the group that was not busy with wonderland and the adder. His group of fun.

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Lizzie is hurting pretty badly. She has deep gashes on her chest from the wolf landing on top of her. She is going to need medical attention for that, otherwise she might bleed out. Ayita, somehow, still seems to be unaffected by Lizzie's powers, but it is only a matter of time before she starts feeling the effects. Pietro manages to dodge Richard's attack, moving out of the way. Instead, he manages to swirl around and jumped onto him, landing on the snake with both feet. this'll hurt, a lot, but not enough to stop Richard from doing anything else.

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Well, looks like luck is not your friend today, and it looks like someone else wants a rematch with you Cassandra. When she poked her head around, someone who has amazing senses all around saw her. He was up there since many believed he would get in the way with the delicate work on the lower floors. That person, is the one and only, Sabretooth. He roars when he sees Cassandra, and launches up over a desk, but missed landing on anyone. Problem is, he is standing in front of them, glaring. Doesn't look like Wolverine is going to get you out this time around.

Othello Boyavard

As he walks, he'll notice that the door that leads up to the next floor is open. He'll hear a roar, sounds like Sabretooth is in an unhappy mood, but he might have found something, or someone. With him, it was a fifty-fifty shot as to whether he was roaring or growling at anything important. You can either continue walking, or check to see what all of the commotion is about upstairs.

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Guin: Well, Tony does not seem to be wanting to stop his rant anytime soon. However, looks like she is saved when a guard walks over to her. "Stark, you can make your one phone call for the day now, or later. Take your pick". Guin could call one person, and maybe that person could help her figure out what was going on. The question is, who would she call if she took this opportunity.

Allison: Oh Allison, your making me feel bad. The spiders seem to stop, and are all looking at you. They aren't moving, but they aren't exactly leaving a path for her. This looks like it might have the top spot on the list of Worse Day Ever. Through her tears, Allison will see a door that is partially open down the hallway. It was not there before, so it might lead out. Problem is, the spiders are between her and the door.

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The fire was spreading around her, and the room seemed smaller than it had when she first popped up in it. There was something that topped her list of things that she wasn't expecting. That thing, was Carolina popping up. Looks like instead of taking control of Marygold's body entirely, she landed in her nightmare too. Marygold looked up at the girl, a look of confusion on her face.

"Carolina? How did you get here? Or am I just imagining that someone is here and I'm going crazy," she said as she looked at Carolina. This was not something that she expected, and it was not something that could be helpful, at least at the moment. They both were stuck now, or were they?

Carolina could potentially get out of her nightmare pretty easily, but how could she wake up Marygold too? Her mind was not working correctly, and Carolina might not even really be there. She can't think about what to do right now, the room was filling with smoke, and she let out a few coughs. This was not going to be easy.

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Carolina woke up inside Marygold's nightmare as she looked around she could feel the heat and the smoke, she then turned her head to see that Marygold looked confused to see that she was even there inside of the nightmare with her. "Listen, this all isn't real I was in a room where I saw the body of a dead friend of mine." Carolina said as she quickly moved to get a closer look at Marygold, and looked at her for a moment. "I was able to wake up, and reached out to you first." Though Carolina wasn't sure if it would have been a good idea or not now that she was trapped inside of here as well.

[color=cyan]"I'm guessing that its something to do with my ability, but listen you need to wake up and you have to believe me that this shit isn't real all of our bodies are in the stairwell."[/color[ She said as Carolina started to look around to try and find a way out of here and maybe even bring Marygold out with her as well.

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"You have to be fucking kidding me." Cassandra said when she looked over the corner she paused and saw that it was Sabertooth again, hearing his roar and then charging on top of the desk that was in front of the both of them. She quickly took out her icer and aimed it at Sabertooth firing off five shots at him. She had a battle scar to prove it, and she regretted that Wolverine wasn't there to help them out on this mission. Cassandra quickly backed away knowing that fighting close quarters with the mutant would be an instant death for her pretty much.

Cassandra looked around and then turned towards Charlie. "Charlie light him up!" She said, at least she wasn't doing it solo either and she had backup. She turned on her radio, as she wondered where Oshea was at, he had gone quiet and she hadn't seen him since the lower floors. "Oshea, where are you?" She asked as she fired off five more shots at Sabertooth.

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Guin came to on the floor, looking up at a burly guard. She glanced up to where the father was ranting and then looked back to the guard, before nodding. "Yeah, phone call sounds great right now chief," she said quickly. She sprung to her feet, noting the pounding feeling in her head. She was woozy for sure and felt a bit out of sync with the rest of the world. And while it may have seemed odd to agree to an imaginary phone call, at least it wasn't an imaginary Tony yelling at her for something she didn't remember doing.

She followed the guard away from the visiting room, flipping her father the bird as she walked off. Illusion or not, he had been an asshole and deserved that special salute. The guard stopped next to the phone, motioning for Guin to use it at her will. Picking up the phone, she paused for a moment. She grew up in the age of iPhones - of just dialing a contact. No one actually knew anyone's phone number anymore these days. There were only a couple that she had committed to memory.

"You wouldn't happen to have a phone book, would you?" Guin asked. The guard stared at her blankly. "Right..." She shifted her weight on her heels, recalling to mind the various phone numbers she knew. Her father's was the first that came to mind - but for obvious reasons, she dismissed that thought. She had a vague idea of what Happy's line was, but there was a chance that the middle three numbers were reversed. She couldn't think of them clearly. And then the last one she remembered was Pietro's - he had written it on her hand in marker. When she went to bed, she slept with her face on her hand and the next morning, the ink had rubbed onto her face and his number was there. It was hard to forget after that.

Dialing in the number, Guin listened to the line ring...and then someone picked up.

"Pietro?"

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Lizzie knew she was in bad shape, thanks to her medical training. With the gashes on her chest, they'd leave a scar - if she was lucky enough to survive. The wolf on top of her prevented her from putting pressure on the wounds and Othello wasn't there to quickly get her away from the situation. The wolf must have had some regenerative abilities or telepathic protections. Wonderland couldn't understand why her ability hadn't kicked in already and left the wolf deranged, allowing her to get to safety.

This could be the end, if she didn't get the wolf off of her. Lizzie focused all of her energy into creating an illusion for Ayita, one where she had suddenly appeared across the hall. But she had lost too much blood. She couldn't convince the wolf's mind of her illusion. Abandoning that tactic, Lizzie tried to put all of her energy into just throwing the wolf off of her, but she couldn't manage it. "CHESHIRE! NOW!" Lizzie screamed. The pain was clear in her voice and she was trapped underneath a wolf. Adder didn't seem to have even noticed, too busy with Quicksilver to see that his partner was outmatched by the wolf.

"You're just like me," Lizzie said to the wolf. It might kill her any second. She coughed, a bit of blood coming up. "Except you're fighting for those that will hunt you and kill you like a dog. You'll die in a cage, being experimented on. Is that what you want? A life of subjugation and fear?" She laughed weakly. Hopefully Cheshire would come - or maybe Adder would notice that something was desperately wrong.

Come on, Wonderland...Kick in already...

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Allison was on the ground in defeat. There was nothing else for her to do. No one was there to help her. She could feel her heart beating faster. Tears burned the corners of her eyes. She hated this. She hated this feeling. She looked around her as the spiders got near. She didn't know what would happen, but she was sure it was the end.

And then she saw it. A door. It wasn't there before, but it was open. The spiders blocked it, but it was a way out of this madness.

No, this would not be the end. Allison gripped her fists together. You know the saying that when you push the nice people too hard they eventually snap? Well, Allison had it with these spiders! She stood up, wiped her face, and screamed. She unleashed whatever she could. This new power she had, she needed it now more than ever.

The saw some of the spiders go flying away. It was a small pathway to the door, but it was a chance. She took a controlled breath before she screamed again and sprinted towards the door. It was as fast as she could run, but she needed to get the hell out of there now.

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Richard twisted his head about when Peitro landed on his back. What would have been a bellow of pain as a human was a furious hiss. Snakes did not have a lot of vocal variety much to his displeasure. But alas, that was not the point here. Attempting to twist his agile and flexible head about he aimed to bite into the runner's ankle. Letting his venom flood into the blood. While he was curious this wasn't the time to enjoy watching the effects.

He heard Wonderland's sharp cry and fought to free himself from beneath the damn boy with a vigor. Hissing and striking anything he might. If he could talk- speak!- he might be able to convince the idiot boy of the truth. That he did not give one wit about the human girl Pietro was seeing and was more likely to not harm her than any other. Especially as he went out of his way to avoid harming women.

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Ayita Dyrkin snarled down at Wonderland. There was only the wolf in her eyes, the hunt and the kill in her blood. Growling like the savage thing she was, the wolf lowered her nuzzle to stare the woman in the eyes. Her own were feral and the wolf rejoiced in the terror of one who would harm it's pack. Though Ayita questioned why the wolf was calling her team mates 'pack'. They weren't. Not really.

Listening to woman talk of experiments and cages, she almost laughed a growl. Humans? Cage her? They would never find her in the wilderness. Nor the oceans if she was driven there. She ran free in the North for years and only coming into her human form and stealing some luxury had been her downfall. It had been foolish on her part. Something she would not repeat again.

Unaware of what she was doing she stared deeply into Wonderland and spoke. More to herself as her own mind reasoned out exactly why this woman would die and not live as the wolf instinct shivered with agreement. With a flow of images and very little of her own quiet voice rebreverating in the victim's mind. "I am nothing like you, Human. Call yourself mutant but you do not feel/think." It was conveyed in words and image but also the feel of running though the forests, of sky open and wind singing under her wings, and then the rush and swell of the ocean and a lonely orca's song. The vast pull of a deeper urge. It was primal instinct, that lurked behind all three. Ayita growled, blood dripping from her teeth from when she fell on the woman earlier. She looked like a monster and sent the woman the feeling that right now, She embraced her hated truth. She was a monster cloaked in the seeming of man and beast.

"I will not serve man and your fights with man threaten my territory." Ayita still unknowingly sent this one in bitter cold memory of great mountains and forests of dense green. Remembering her Northern home. "You threat, I must protect." These words however rang clear as the wolf-woman's will raged and roared behind them. Ayita lowered her jaws to brace them tightly around Wonderlands back, her paws ready to push away and take the woman's life with her. Her head pounded from the force it took to shove those words out- she was unsure why she was speaking in her head, but perhaps this woman heard her.

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Damon's expression showed he wasn't too happy with Nina's suggestion, but thankfully, he had it kept in mind. The group had to be ready for absolutely anything, especially with such a dangerous mutant as Wonderland. Watching as the pool of blood grew larger as she was pinned beneath Wolf-Ayita, Nina bristled up as the woman yelled for help. Cheshire? That couldn't relate to Laine, who himself was pretty tied up with Pietro.

"What's with all the Lewis Carroll names?" She muttered to herself, unsheathing her knife yet again. If there was another one approaching, she and Damon would have to be ready. Particularly if Quicksilver was bitten by what looked to be the fairly venomous snake that was Laine.

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As Sabretooth suddenly appeared, Charlie yelped in shock, falling from his crouched position onto his rear roughly as he skittered away a few inches. The guy was bigger, scarier, and uglier than what the pictures led you to believe. The small coming off the guy was animalistic, and his eyes didn't even resemble a human's anymore.

Scrambling to his feet and standing beside Cassandra, Charlie raised both of his hands towards Sabretooth, hoping that he could fry him pretty quickly, or at the very least chase him off. Thankfully he wouldn't have to worry about his emotions stopping his fire from manifesting; Sabretooth's arrival had kicked up Charlie's Fight-or-Flight, and he was pumped with adrenaline and ready to react.

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Damon can see things spiraling and spiraling fast. He inhaled and thought through his options while his panther looked back at him waiting to see what Damon would come up with. Ayita was about to tear out an enemy's throat. While he could not exactly shoot his teammate then again that would probably get Ayita away from wonderland. Perhaps a warning shot?

Damon shook his head toward his panther to let it know that it was not to do anything just yet. Fully pulling back his arrow and aiming. With a swift movement the arrow shot through the air with the intent for it to land directly beside Ayita's face...and thus began the loading of the next arrow. If he had to he would shoot an arrow at Ayita, but that would feel like a betrayal to a friend. He really did not want to feel like he did such a thing to a friend.

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Othello not hearing wonderland given he was no longer in the room and he was in a completely different area. He would not be able to help her at the moment, but he probably wouldn't help her even if he could figuring that she would be able to get out of that situation. Thus, he opened the door to try to find what exactly was causing a certain sabertooth to be so so upset this time.

Being what Othello was he paused and lightly changed to his more compact neon cat shape. After stretching, Othello padded his way further in with a rather large smile on his small cat face. Occasionally he would wave his rather puffy pink striped tail as if it was helping him show where he was.

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Hello everyone! Hows it going. Great, or are you too busy dying to answer me? I'm going to go with the latter. Since, well, someone might have bitten the dust. First death of the game and I get to have the honors to tell you what all happened. Don't worry, the GM will be back momentarily. Doubt she knows that I'm doing this at the moment, but who cares! Let's get this show on the road!

Let's start with the group upstairs. Team 3, though that is a lame name, you guys should really come up with something better. Well, your Mr. Speedyguy comes racing up again, and manages to smack Wolfman over there across the face after Agent Lady managed to shoot him with her thingy over there. Too bad it only slowed him down a little bit. He manages to grab onto him and... Ooh... Looks like I was wrong. Seems that TWO people are going to die today. That sucks for both sides... Speedydude falls, and the hairy guy snaps his neck... Well... At least he hasn't started charging at the other two again. Sucks for you, but whatever. This is the scene in which the other guy, uh, something cat walks into.

Now, onto the main event! Back to the group that isn't stuck in their own heads (I'll get to you later). So, let's start with the snake and Silver Balls. Ooh, looks like once again, Snakeboy's attack misses, and SilverBalls gets off of him. Come on dude, it isn't too hard to kill someone, especially a snake that you could just crush the head of! Too bad your deciding to play nice. You could take some lessons in murder from wolfie over there. Oh wait, looks like he got a phone call. IN THE MIDDLE OF A BATTLE! That makes no sense...

Now, Tattoodude, I know yo meant well, but there wasn't really much you could do, so just accept the failure. Wolfie manages to rip out the crazy one's throat, killing her, but not before the dead lady's powers take effect. Woah, you feel like you are on acid or something. Congrats, you are officially high as a kite, and kind of fall over off of the woman's corpse. Everything starts blurring together, the entire hallway, as well as everyone else. Everything is super weird. Kind of sucks for you.

Now, onto the group in their heads. So Visiongirl, those spiders seem to really want to stop you from getting through that door. A few of them manage to reach you and go snap snap, biting your legs as you run by. They seem to be slowing you down a bit, and you are about halfway to the door, and there are still a lot of spiders in front of you.

DEADPOOL GET OUT OF HERE!!!

Whoops, looks like that's my cue to leave, I'll let the GM finish the rest now. Catch you all later.

_{I'll be back}

Guin: Pietro answers the phone, and he sounds really confused. "Uh, Guin, why are you calling me. You do realize we have radios right? What's going on?" he asked her, he was a little busy, and everyone else in the hallway suddenly came back into view once Lizzie died.

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"Oh, so this WAS created by Scarlet Witch then. That makes sense. Who knows how long we've been wrestling in this dream world. We need to get out quickly, otherwise who knows what might happen, she said to Carolina, as she got up off of the floor.

The smoke in the room was still heavy, it caused her to cough a little bit, but she looked around the room, trying to deal with the fire that was so close. She saw a door, something that wasn't there before. Marygold looked over at Carolina, and rushed over to the door. The problem was, it was metal, and she jumped back when she touched it, it was scorching hot. "This might be a way out, but it'll burn us if we try to open it," she said through the coughs. They were going to suffocate in there, or burn to death, whichever came first in the nightmare.

_{Now I'm going to go strangle someone. WADE WHERE DID YOU RUN OFF TO?}

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Allison ran as fast as her body would allow. She could almost feel the legs on her even before she reached the spiders. Then when she was close, she felt them jump on her. She could feel their bites. Every ounce of her being wanted to crawl into a hole an die, but she knew if she allowed this, she would let people down. And Allison Andrews never lets her friends down!

With all her mental strength, she unleashed a cry that sent a mental ripple forward. She flung the spiders away with her mind, opening the path a little wider now. She tried kicking the ones clamping on to her off before she continued to ran, trying to reach the door. She had to get out. She had to get away and she had to do it soon.