Who: Laura and Alex Summers When: Tuesday evening Where: On the hiking trails What: Alex wanted to have a chat. Rating: TBD Status: In Progress Most sentient beings lost a great deal of their senses when night fell. Especially in the forest. Laura's were exactly the opposite. Day or night her senses were always at their peak. Though she relied on her sense of smell far more than any of the others. Light steps carried her over the dirt path. The soft sound of her sniffing the air the only noise she made. She was following a specific scent. One of a mutant. Havok.
She dressed in a costume she had yet to wear back home, yet one she had seen in the comic books she had read... Her X-force costume. Without the mask. She it was not connected to the network here, there was no need for it.
Her eyes closed as she let the light breeze caress her face, bringing all sorts of scents to her. Her lips parted so that she could get a better taste of them. She was a beast in sheep's clothing. A hunter, made and perfected by the hands of man. The best money could buy, the best they had to offer. All long dead. All far from here. Here she felt safe from humanities worst. Not that she feared humanities worst, what she feared is they would take what humanity she had gained.