OC for Marvel NextGen

[lilbrownspyder]

1) She pulls her book bag higher onto her shoulder as she walks down the hall. She's been assigned a name for this mission and she has the memories that go with it. She was born in Russia, her father was some sort of scientist, and her parents had sent her to America as a foreign exchange student. And she has the biggest crush on this one kid in her science class. She smiles to herself, planning how she can get him to notice her.

2) She holds her guns close to her chest as she runs. She's over half done the training exercise. But she's taken five minutes longer than last time she did this drill. She really needs to beat her time. She's supposed to be getting better, not just staying the same. She eyes the two guards at the end of the hall closely before stepping out and firing at them while sprinting to the next corner.

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[fourshelled]

Field trips at Xavier's were always educational affairs. Though even wandering away from them sometimes brought educational experiences. Sort of like crashing right into a hidden training facility. In a literal sense because he increased his density to fall through to somewhere.

D'Artagnan rested his forearms on his swords' hilts as he tried to figure out which way would get him out. He had jumped a couple times at the sounds of gunfire. He saw what he thought were the backs of guards up ahead. He hoped for maybe a civil bit of discourse in getting directions. Instead, he heard gunshots and a girl with guns in hands come sprinting around the corner.

"'Zounds!"

[signalsfromspace]

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"Ahaha! Haha! You won't catch up to me!" Someone loud quickly approaches from a corner. She's too busy being carelessly happy to pay attention where she's going.

Impact is inevitable.


"Ow, ow ow..." It's a girl with a giant ribbon and a hair antenna.

"I'm really, seriously sorry! Are you okay?!"