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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: Tobias Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff Character Portrait: Wynne Worthington Character Portrait: Jensen Jones Character Portrait: Gwen Queen-Lance
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The flashing lights on the game machine caught Petra's eye, and she let her gaze drift around, taking in the various blinking machines around her. It was quite the collection, she had to admit. When she looked back down at Ross he was peering at her, the mug hovering by his mouth. She pursed her lips slightly, and looked away. Now that he wasn't towering over her, his usual confident persona swapped out for this vulnerable and tired boy, she felt like she was intruding. Like she was seeing something she shouldn't be.

"'m Scottish... Aye know how ta hold me liquor," he protested briefly. Petra raised her eyebrows, tempering her disdain with a small smile. "Really. So I suppose Barton was just a sidepiece when he was holding you up earlier?" Earlier. It was hard to be this close to him, when she had been berating him not five minutes ago.

"Look, maybe I should g-"

He cut her off as if he hadn't heard her, though maybe he was too lost in thought. "Ya don' have ta stay... Aye'll be alright."

That was all the encouragement she needed. Awkwardly she reached out, touching his shoulder lightly, then pulling away as if she'd been burned. "If you say so. Go rest. And maybe drink some water to ease the hangover that's waiting for you." She pushed herself off the machine and turned towards the door, pausing right before it with her hand on the doorknob. "Ross... I hope you're feeling better soon. See you in the morning."

She opened the door, and was gone.

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Star gazing. All mutations are beautiful. The quiet sympathy he was exuding. Wynne thought she might have learned more about Tobias Lehnsherr in one conversation than her father had ever learned from his statistics and possibilities and fears. Watching him disinfect his hands, her head tilted of its own volition as she thought about what kind of a person he might really be.

"Alright... This is not going to feel good." She took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment to steel herself. "I'm okay. Go ahead."

The alcohol hit her like a brick anyway, burning the surface of the wound, and she couldn't help the soft hiss that slipped out. Something soft was pressed to the wound, and a cold hand slipped over hers, guiding it to the gauze that he'd put there. "Hold that there for a moment."

Wynne twisted in her seat to watch Tobias thread the needle, watching the deft movement of his fingers. He looked up and met her gaze, holding a hand out to her. What the hell, she needed the support. She slipped her hand into his, grasping it carefully. She tried to keep her grip light, but the moment the needle pierced her flesh her hold tightened on Tobias's hand. If dad saw me holding Lehnsherr's hand now, was all she could think before the pain cut through that thought and stopped it and its implications in their tracks.

It only lasted a minute. She felt a quick tug as the string was knotted off, then Tobias's hand pulled away from hers and he began tidying up. "All done."

"Thank you... You're good at this," she observed. "I suppose you get the opportunity to practice in a place like this? I imagine injuries aren't unfamiliar to you."

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"Oh, Ulrich. Okay. I see how it is." Jensen scrunched her face up, smiling vaguely. "You'd be cute together, for sure."

As she turned back to her drink and downed it, Gwen waved the bartender down. "Can I get a strawberry daiquiri with double rum and 2 jägerbombs and a kamikaze? Guess I've got to catch up on you. So shots first then daiquiri."

"Yeah, and could I get a refill on this? Thanks." Jensen waved her emptied glass at the bartender, waiting until he'd filled it to turn back to her newfound drinking partner. You're asking for big trouble there Gwen, but I'll take you on that bet." Finally something she could get behind. "We can ever play never have I ever. First to pass out or tap out loses."

"You're definitely in dangerous waters," Jensen couldn't help the laugh that bubbled right out of her, did the Black Siren really think she could take a Jones on? She slammed the shot back, barely flinching as it burned down her throat. "There's no way I'm tapping out, so you better be ready to haul my ass back to my apartment."

The bartender slid the requested drinks over to them, and Jensen reached out and stole a jägerbomb, pulling it towards her. "I'll give you this, you know how to party." She waved her free hand at Gwen, nodding appreciatively. "I'll go first. Never have I ever... oh, frick. What do people even do these days? Smoke pot? Yeah, I've never done that."