<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/vhI1FJX.jpg?1)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Minka Solaris/Brilliante (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344029.msg16250046#msg16250046)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>See the picture<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Standing outside of the Baxter Building before slipping inside...<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Peggy Carter, The Black Knight, Richard Rider, The Captain, Morgan Stark, a horse with wings, .<br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Minka do you have any idea who sent you that email?" </span></div><br/>Minka quirked a dark brow upward in thought, full lips turned down in a pouty little frown. Long moments later, she cleared her throat and spoke, a small hesitation barely heard in those bland contralto tones.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Just said FF at the bottom." </span>She gave another half-hearted shrug.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"I figured if anyone needed me, I'd come down and make sure I could be easily found."</span><br/><br/>Just then the young, oh so pretty one stepped forward and offered his hand and an introduction,<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">“Hi Minka, I’m Richard, some people call me Nova.”</span><br/><br/>Minka nodded, slowly.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"At least you didn't shove Super in front of it and act like it was totally a good thing."</span>She gave a shrug and continued onward,<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"I am Brilliante when I can recall that I am supposed to use a callsign. Ya know, a play on my surname."</span><br/><br/>The gentleman in all black soon stepped forward with a very precise bow, and a crisp English accent.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"> “It’s good to meet you.”</span><br/><br/>At this point, Minka was damned well overwhelmed and was JUST looking to escape when the white horse with WINGS came catering over. One small, calloused hand made contact with the graceful line of the horse's neck before she took a step back, nerves causing her energy to spark relentlessly enough that she pulled out two small ball bearings and began to roll them together. like stress balls. At his assertion that perhaps it had been Dr. Reed Richards, Minka shrugged.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"I've worked with Johnny a time or two...so they at least knew of me. I guess it's possible."</span><br/><br/>By then, two more had joined the commotion, a disreputable looking gentleman and a feminine shape in a red suit much like Ironman's. Minka took another step back to put more space between herself and the others before her ear was caught by something that was just a bit louder than like...a frag grenade.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Um, I am going to go see what the fuss is about. That did not sound like it would be good for anyone caught in it's vicinity."</span><br/><br/>With no other words in the offing, Minka turned left and sprinted toward the contretemps, assuming that the others were not far behind.