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located in Descendant Tower, a part of Descendant Academy, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Jensen Jones Character Portrait: Gwen Queen-Lance Character Portrait: Anastasia Petrovna Character Portrait: Harley Williams Character Portrait: Haldor Thorson
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Gwen cringed at the same time as the bartenders wince, she could feel the burn of the alcohol. How Jensen knocked it back like that? She'd never know.
"An alert? What, we've got Mycroft sending out newsletters to old students now?" Jensen laughed loudly, slightly uncomfortably for Gwen, unsure if she should be offended. "Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you're back. Glad you're back... Good to have you back. One just wishes it wasn't under these circumstances, y'know."
“Jensen, babe, I'm in your year…” She smiled awkwardly, she knew they weren't close and they only greeted each other in passing, but she didn't think Jensen would forget her after being away for a few months. “I was only taking leave to protect my dad during his political campaign.” She chuckled lightly after realising the joke about a newsletter, realising she wasn't serious. “Oh you were joking. Yeah I think S.H.I.E.L.D sent it out for anyone who could first respond to the attack. Had a lovely recipe for spicy Black Canary.”

Gwen’s glance at her phone was observed and she blushed as she heard Jensen’s question.
"Somewhere important you have to be?" Gwen chuckled.
"No, I'm just -"
"Shit!" Gwen had never seen someone move so fast for their phone, not even the speedsters rushed that quickly to their phones. Gwen tried not to pry, but she stole a quick glance at the last message she'd received.

[ From: Mom ]
[ JJ. Please just let me know if you're fine. If anyone's reading this, please call me. ]

Gwen smiled at the photo, warmed by the sight of Jensen being cared for. She didn't have much to go on about Jensen or her mother. But she did know Jensen drank a lot as did her mother and that a lot of people put a bad light on her and Gwen had always assumed they didn't have a connection. But she was glad she could admit she was wrong. Feeling guilty for assuming their family situation.

Gwen drank the rest of the wine in front of her as Jensen spoke to her mum. Unable to get the barman’s attention for a refill until Jensen finished her phone call, which she announced the slam of her phone. She waved at Gwen.
"If you have to go, go. Don't let ol' Smashed Jen here keep you down."

“Oh, no.” Gwen refused. “I'm just waiting for Ulrich to message me back…” she admitted to Jensen. “Nowhere to be.” She finally got the bartender's attention. “So… can I get a strawberry daiquiri with double rum and 2 jägerbombs and a kamikaze?” She then turned and looked at Jensen. “Guess I've got to catch up on you. So shots first then daiquiri.” She then tapped the bar excitedly. “We can even play never have I ever. First to pass out or tap out loses.” Jensen could pile back the drink, but Gwen’s metahuman metabolism could give her a fair fight against Jensen.


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Harley blushed as the girl stared at him blankly, worried that the double innuendo had offended her. So he quickly explained his joke, only to receive another blank stare. He chuckled nervously before introducing himself, there was a very brief pause, as if she sizing him up.
"Anastasia Petrovna." She replied and Harley smiled at her, happy she felt comfortable with him. "We'll mostly likely be able to recognize each other by our screams instead of our names in no time." An amused puff of air escaped his nose.
“You wouldn't be the first to recognise me by my scream.” Harley clicked his tongue. “But you would be the first woman. So that's gotta count for something.” He clapped his hands.

“Is that a Russian accent?” He asked, hoping to get to know her a little better. “Where did they -" Before Harley could finish his question, two more voices filled the corridor.
"Hey on the off chance you are not Hydra how about helping me out of here, I can help you all get out?!"
"You couldn't have stayed quiet for like one more minute," A gunshot echoed out from down the hall, Harley's fight or flight instincts kicked in and his human form disappeared, replaced by his form made up completely of purple energy.

"Maybe we won't need to recognise each other's screams after all." Harley offered Anastasia his hand to help her up. He looked out to the corridor and called to whoever was out there. "What about us?"