<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/1w6Sw.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>Abigail Brand<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>Agent Brand or Ma'am or Miss. Not 'Hydra-Hair.'<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Northern Egypt, Near Port Said<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>Open, Nightcrawler<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Abigail was sitting in a rather uncomfortable folding chair, Agent Fisher off to one side, letting out the occassional annoying yawn as she leaned against the entryway while the Director occasionally glanced up at the sharpshooter, then the clock. The former shrugged, the latter kept on ticking. "How can a teleporter be late for a meeting?" Agent Fisher asked curiously.<br/>"There's probably limits on what he can do," Abigail replied, unsure herself but assuming now that was the cause of the delay as she slid her hands into the pockets of the green jacket she was now wearing.<br/>"So will he just pop in or...," Agent Fisher then asked, clearly bored apparently, or maybe eager to meet another real life superhero when sure enough, the X-man known as Nightcrawler didn't so much as pop in as walk through the door into the nearly empty conference room.<br/>Agent Fisher's eyes widened a bit, clearly unused to seeing someone as peculiar looking as this fellow, who seemed to only be slightly more well built then herself, and she knew she was scrawny. Plus he didn't seem very tall either. But for the most part, the sniper maintained her composure. She was used to dealing with aliens and nonhumans all the time, he was simply another encounter. A friendlier encounter then most as well it would appear.<br/><br/>Director Brand's reaction wasn't much different, superficially speaking but on the inside, gears were already turning in her head. High stress situations always made her more amorous, and she felt it surface again before she slipped off to sleep and saw Agent Fisher leaving the shower wearing only her towel earlier that night. She had felt the same way when working with that brainy stud Hank McCoy as well. Hell, when it came to guys, she was still into humanoids, but baseline humans rarely did it for her. There always had to be something mutant... or alien about them, coincidentally enough. And her lusty thoughts weren't solely reserved for mutants either, she dug Beta Ray Bill as well, though she'd never think herself bold enough to ask him out for a date.<br/><br/>With Nightcrawler, it was no different. Though on the outside she remained completely stoic and unflappable, her eyes literally not moving from the demonic looking mutants eyes, her peripherals were literally soaking up his nonhuman appeal. The striking and demonic looking yellow eyes didn't do much for her, but seeing his dark lips open up, revealing those pearly white fanged teeth as they contrasted with his dark complexion, or the thick mop of short, curly black hair, the soft features of his handsome, very human face and much more interestingly, how utterly delicious his body looked with the thick coat of short light and shadow absorbing blue-black fur, the pointed ears, the lean musculature like a swimmer or acrobat. Or how his fingers and toes tapered off into two elongated digits, and in the case of his hands, a thumb as well. Then there was that long prehensile tail that almost absently waved in the air, idly whisking behind him. She was crushing on him, and could only hope he lived up to the kind, good natured and chivalrously noble personality she heard he had.<br/><br/>Abigail cracked a formal smile and rose from her seat, offering him a handshake before bidding him to sit. "Pleased to meet you Mr. Wagner. I've worked with some of your teammates before but I don't think we ever had the pleasure of meeting. Have a seat," she then said, making a simple gesture to another chair before nodding to her only other companion in the room. "This here is Agent Fisher. One of my shooters."<br/><br/>Fisher nodded. "I like the tail," she said cryptically with a smile.<br/><br/>Abigail frowned slightly, then turned to Nightcrawler, to see how he would make himself comfortable. "So I was told you have something important to tell me? I guess we should start with that before we get too comfortable," Abigail then said, cutting right to business.