<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 | (M) The Black Knight, Richard Rider, a horse with wings.<br/><hr/><br/><em>Minka did NOT move fast enough.<br/><br/>That meant long before she'd gotten herself set to disappear into the vast craziness of the city, heroes came pouring out of the building, a stunning beauty in the lead. A crisp English accent spouted off words, but Minka was so utterly flabbergasted that she could do no more than stare while blinking myopically. She could have SWORN the handsome guy in the back had flown out of there like five minutes ago when one of those big ass crates had thumped down and shook the whole building. If that was the case, how in the hell did he get BACK inside so quickly?<br/><br/>And did no one SEE the winged horse??? Like it was right flippin' there!! Of course, her brain immediately attached it to DEATH from those Terry Pratchett books...so the horse became friggin' Binky in her mind. A flying horse, a black knight and a hot kid come out of a building, and...well there, the joke has fallen flat. All of this took less than four seconds to process, so she should have been ready for the query, but as usual, Minka was ridiculously lost when it came to intrapersonal relationships and said the first thing that made sense...to her.</em><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Why would anyone want to announce the fact that they THINK they are Fantastic? Seems like a decided lack of truth in advertising."</span>The young woman paused, played back that sentence and the sentence spoken by the bombshell...and blushed.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"I apologize...uh, I'm Minka. I was sent here, got an email...saying...be at this place. We need your help or some such, so I came, but y'all seem to have this well in hand..."</span><br/><br/>Her low contralto trailed off.