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~Nyte Bloods~

Green eyes blinked in alarm as Lisa stumbled into a chair, relieved the woman was sitting. Though the relief was sh9rt lived as a concerned look flickered across the woman's face. Alice stiffened, alert and wary of what could possibly coming. For surely Lisa would see that she indeed need to leave New York, the city at least!

But as Lisa explained exactly who this Strumgeist was, Alice found herself sharing her mentor's worry. Why did such a vampire as Liam anger Strumgeist? Was it anger? They had said they were returning him to this powerful being. Not that they were killing him exactly. Too many questions flickered through the tailor's mind. Answers were a precious commodity and she desired more than the meager train she was receiving. "Dalton seemed to know them, and desire Liam's death as well." Alice admitted, her hands twisting about each other in fright. "But, Lisa I need to leave this city. I came here to beg for one last day's rest then I was going to flee. I don't want Liam to get the idea to hurt you." The younger vampiress admitted, her cheeks flaming as she looked down in shame. "I don't want to be his blood doll, or his lover. Her would seek that from me in trade for your well being."

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Richard Laine

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Location Stark Tower

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Richard reminded himself to have a talk with Marygold before Ayita was given the order to attack by Allison. While he did have a close tie to his sister that was being rebuilt after years apart. The girl- woman, he reminded himself- was utterly loyal to the younger girl. Puffing out another acidic cloud of smoke, the Adder considered his options. Remain here, or see what the minions were up to? Minions being Charlie, Allison and his bird-brained sister. Though in all honesty, Ayita reminded him of the raptors from Jurassic Park. Keen, deadly, and very, very intelligent about how to corner prey.

Though, listening to Dean the Adder found himself nodding along. "Looks like you don't need to don the red shirt yet, boyo." The assassin muttered about the cigarette. His eyes narrowed in thought. "Though if we need to warn mutants- some of them might not been keen on others of their kind or humans. For that... I'm going to suggest sending Ayita. While she may not like humans, or mutants. She thinks like an outsider and has remained among you, when she could have very easily slipped away." Giving a shurg, the man puffed out another stream of smoke.

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Ayita Dyrkin

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Location Stark Tower

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She had seen many things in her life. The blood of another 'human' being was on her hands. More however, Ayita had weathered hard winters in the north with little to eat for years. She was not some pup who was learning that water could not be walked upon! Her brother had been training her in the art of fighting- and Cassandra had been a willing aid in this en devour. Yet when a unknown voice entered the room and some delightfully, horrendous, inaccurate show popped up upon the ungodly sized screen the woman did the only thing which she did not think to live down later.

Ayita gave a terrified yelp of surprise. Her nerves had already been shot through for the day and some disembodied, spying voice was now invading with a terrible show that she was tempted to rip to shreds. Her body had jumped literally from her seat in shock as she blinked at the screen with a glower that spoke volumes. Shifting uneasily, the woman snarled at the stupid bears before sitting once more. This time, putting both Charlie and Allison between her and whatever horror was playing across the screen. "I don't know what those are... But they are in no way 'bears'. They don't deserve the name. I would say 'teddie' is more accurate. Or even 'garbage'. Why couldn't it have been about something useful!?" The woman muttered unhappily before turning her attention to Charlie's suggestion. "I can do secret though Richard will need to know. He won't say anything to the others." The younger Laine admitted. Knowing her brother if he did know it would be better in the long run. Less of him in a panic over her being taken as a prisoner by this mad man.

~Nyte Bloods~

Alice braced herself for the demand that she leave. That she was putting the woman in even more danger. Which in a sense she very much was! Guilt gnawed at the tailor's soul- or lack thereof- as she twisted her hands about one another. So when Liza asked her questions, Alice was grateful. They were easy to answer though it made her heart ache for the thought of Dalton. "Liam... Desires me, my blood, greatly." Alice admitted, fear creeping into her voice. "I'm afraid he might come after you, or hurt you to get to me. He is certainly capable."

For all that Alice wish she could bypass the questions Liza was posing to her. She did owe the waitress and elder vampire a great deal. For Liza had opened her home and her blood-pantry to the newly turned Alice. A debt that Alice would do anything to repay. Though Alice would gladly do most anything for Liza in sight that she had been so helpful and had become a solid cornerstone to Alice's new life. "Aleera and Thomas. They spoke of something called Strum... Strumhold? Strumghost? Strumghiest?" Alice shook her head. "Something along the lines of that." The woman admitted with an apologetic look. "I was rather more concerned with making my escape."

Her breathe caught as Liza asked of Dalton and Alice felt a look of sheer guilt cross over her face. "He was with Thomas when I ran into Enduro- Liam." The tailor stated honestly, unable and unwilling to lie to the woman. "They were chatting about something, though he did stop Liam from getting to me." And had stopped her from leaving when they had been done using her as bait, but that was beside the point. Liza did not need to know the theory Alice had concocted on her way back to the small apartment.

Ancient Piracy

Ryssa did not spare time for anything more than a brief nod of gratitude towards the strange Neriad. Twisting about with the quickness of an eel, the supposed man dove into the fray with the warrior. Her hand grasping one of the men's shoulders and jerking him back, even as her knife slashed upwards and then drove down. Stabbing deep into his throat and spraying the ruby drops into the surf below. Jerking the knife free with some trouble, Ryssa let the body clatter over the side. There was no reason to stop it and burden herself in the middle of a fight after all.

Now that Neriad was facing a more even fight, the woman whirled in search of a new opponent. The brothers were cutting down the archers, and she highly suspected that Neriad was more than a match for the one he faced. Leaving the Captain and his bruiser of a opponent. Her eyes gleamed with contempt as she rushed the heavily armored fool's back. Darting low, Ryssa stabbed upwards with the dagger, the blade sinking in behind the giant's knee as the 'man' danced backwards. The knife stuck in the flesh still.

Ancient Piracy

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Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Richard Laine

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Location: The Palace

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The man looked in amusement down at Atkin, his serpentine eyes never wavering. What a odd little fool this one was! He was a brave lad, Richard would give him that. But one did not charge up to a dragon and a stranger without some caution. "Some advice, lad. Keep yourself with caution." Patting the youngest on the shoulder, Richard's broad hand fell away as a woman walked up. Not only did she walk up, this Lyra Laurerk pronounced she knew where his child was! The man stiffened and there was a deep aggressiveness in his stance and eyes that spoke volumes to those who knew him.

The Adder drew a deadly hiss, as he chained his temper. This woman had not kidnapped his offspring nor did she seem to offer the mother of said child any harm, Richard reminded himself. It was hard enough when Ayita showed interesting in a young man... To have his own child! It was nerve wracking on the man. "Please." The word and the nod of the head were polite enough, but Richard's tone was nothing short of a command. Refusal would be met with violence, unless it was Thalia. For she was the mother and mother's had a sense about their children.

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Rhys Asher

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Location: The Palace

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Rhys shifted into a fighting stance as the stranger snapped the ropes and drew a bludgeoning club. So she didn't want to fight them? But she was fully prepared to. It was curious. Turning a glance towards Nera the rogue gave a dry comment. "Care to repeat that for those that don't understand foreign garble, lovely?" But it didn't matter in the end, Rhys thought with some amusement. This wasn't his fight. Rather it was just a means to the end of the ExtraOrdindary Wizard and all those who would not yield the position to him when he chose to take it.

His ambitions had grown and he wanted more than just the death of Blaine and Arya. He wanted them all dead and him on the top. Controlling the Castle and the city. A puppet master pulling the strings from behind. "My dear, perhaps it is time to take me up on my suggestion. You know very well how to get in." The Wizard commented to the Witch Mother, careful to keep his tone light and neutral. Yet, he did not care for being weaponless against this strange woman, and if he knocked her out or maimed her enough to twist her to his ends?

[color=Gold]"Make a sword, balance and true. Transmute the club that lies before me to rusted flakes." The Wizard reached out with magyck in an attempt to up the field against the woman. Doubtless she would be just as dangerous, but he would rather she not have a weapon to brain him with.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Richard Laine

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Location Stark Tower

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Richard groaned as he stood with a ease that made the complaint a lie. Casting a raised brow at his little sister as Ayita looked desperately between the retreating Allison and him. Unsure and torn between her loyalties. Flicking a few fingers in a subtle dismissal, the Adder gave a grin at the look of relief that flickered across Ayita's face. Sauntering with the grace of a trained killer- it wouldn't hurt to let those who knew the signs of one to know- a broad hand clamped down on Guin's head. Toussling the Stark's hair. "Sorry brat, but you do have a prisoner. One who can make sure you get out of there if you insist on going and those two minute men get taken out." A thumb jerked the direction of the Pierto tag-team indicating of whom he spoke.

The snake slitted eyes shifted from the most likely irritated woman to Tony with a quirked brow. "I'll need to borrow a suit jacket, though. Looking my best is half my armor." Tucking the offending hand that had mussed Guin's hair into his pocket, the assassin frowned sternly at Marygold. "You're in charge of this expedition so I'm charging you with making sure Ayita stays sane and keeps her humanity if I fall." Perching back on the arm of a chair, the assassin pulled out a cigarette in on hand and lighter in the others. Putting the sin to his lips, Richard flicked the lighter several times before the cigarette caught. Blowing a stream of smoke the killer sighed in relief that he hadn't lost them during the gun battle.

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Ayita Dyrkin

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Location Stark Tower

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Ayita blinked as Allison turned and walked quickly from the room. Should she follow? What of Brother and the plans of possible attack? Her head snapped back and forth between the two as she felt the odd indesiciveness flood her veins. She didn't like it at all. This was the very thing she had taught herself not to do. When you had a choice, you committed to one side. But with people it was not so simple. Something that irked the woman. Catching her brother's eye, the woman paused and studied the Adder. Not her brother. He was making decisions based in the best interest of the mission and thus the survival of all.

Which counted her out of course.

But her ire at her brother's overprotective nature was short lived as Richard flicked his fingers away from himself. Telling her to go. For all she wanted to bite him in the ass sometimes, Ayita did care deeply and praised the day they had stumbled across each other. Moving towards the door, the woman detoured about to pass by Damon. "Send someone if you- anyone- needs myself or Allison, please." The hesitation before the please was there as if she wasn't sure if it was right to say it. Though the woman knew Damon would know what she meant by 'someone'. For all she considered herself neither human, fauna nor mutant. Sharing far more in common with beast and bird. But always apart form them. Just as it was with humans.

Trailing after Allison, Ayita shifted into a wolf to track the scent of her friend. Finding her easily, the woman shifted back in a crack of bone and blend of flesh of fur. "Allison." Sitting gingerly on the couch. Finding it strong enough Ayita relaxed her entire weight onto it. Unsure what she could do, but eager to at least try to help.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

@Morose Got everything set! Now what are my Cultural skills?