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xxxxxADAxxFORREST

Outfit The Druid Hex:#b54ea2

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Ada looked down at the earpiece in her hand. It looked similar enough to her old one. She nodded along to Kit’s explanation. Ada wasn’t the most techy member of the group, Kit didn’t really have any competition in that category, so about half his explanation went over her head. It worked and that was enough for her.

She followed Kit through the crowd. A scavenger hunt for Bella was a much better offer than whatever her parents were talking about. She honestly didn’t think she could face another evening nodding and smiling while business was being discussed. Perfect daughter.

“What’s been going on?” she asked, scanning the crowd for signs of their friends. Ada linked her hand into the crook of Kit’s arm so she didn’t lose him in the sea of philanthropy and ego-trips. Something weird was going on beneath the surface and she really didn't want to be last person to find out what was going on.

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xxxCAMERONxxJENSEN

Outfit Variant Hex:#1a7572

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Cameron felt a pang in his chest when he saw the blood on Kieran’s face. It wasn’t that big a deal in the grander scheme of things, but he still didn’t like the thought of his friend being in pain. He felt his hand twitch, fighting the instinct to wipe away the blood. “And here I am all out of Kleenex.” His words trailed off as he realised that Kieran was looking past him. He took a half-step to the side when Kie launched forward, turning to see his would-be attacker turn to dust. There were times when the two of them were hanging out that it was easy to forget just how powerful Kieran was. Then there were times like this that abruptly reminded Cameron how fiercely powerful his beautiful best friend was. Most people would be afraid, but Cameron had never felt safer.

“Sorry. I’m fine again if you wanna go… rejoin the fight or whatever.”

Cam crossed his arms. He wasn’t exactly Sherlock, but even he could see Kieran’s hands trembling. “I’m good here.” Cam quickly looked over at the carnage behind them. He watched himself knock out one of the stragglers with the butt of a gun. “Never really left if you think about it.” He looked back at Kie. “I’m here until you’re actually fine, ok?”

Across the building, Variant was headed down to the basement. His stomach was in knots. His memories were filing themselves into place, snapshots of half-remembered fights laying on top of each other. The world around him felt fuzzy while he caught up with himself. He shook his head as though that would knock everything into place. He heard his voice over the intercom directing Wiccan to the basement. That would be another set of memories to filter through later on.

As he came down to the basement level, Variant could see that the huge roller doors were open halfway. He paused and pressed himself against the wall. The only footsteps he could hear were behind him. He took a deep breath and ducked under the rollers. It took a moment to realise just what he was looking at. Instead of the usual museum archives full of priceless artefacts, he was looking at row upon row of shipping containers. “Fuck…” He looked back at Drake and Wiccan. “You’re seeing this, right?”