<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/80/Cipher.2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alisa Targar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=310417.msg15065563#msg15065563) AKA Cipher<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Leggings and a cropped tee in black, Doc Martens<br/><strong>Time and Date:</strong>9/10/2019 | Mid day<br/><strong>Location:</strong>small loft in East Village --> Avengers Tower<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Heeding the Call<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>The soon to be Secret Avengers<br/><strong>Mood Music:</strong>Manson's Third Day of a Seven Day Binge (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VdV1Zc_PFdg)<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">I've got bullets, in the booth<br/>Rather be your victim, than be with you<br/>I got bullets, in the booth<br/>Rather be your victim, than be with you</span></div><br/><hr/><br/>She woke up in a place that wasn't hers, pressed between two disparate bodies, male and female, one dark the other light. She couldn't recall their names and had no idea how she had ended up in such a place. Too much weed? Too many drinks? She knew that blackouts happened, understood implicitly that she'd put herself into a stupor and then went beyond it, enough so that she needed the company. That had been par for the course thus far. Every morning, she would awaken somewhere new with people she didn't know and then she'd have to scramble away, like a bug from the light.<br/><br/>Gods but she missed the Institute. She missed her people.<br/><br/>Now, this wasn't all that she was but it was all that she wanted or at least that's what she told herself. Having been part of the Young X-Men before the old ones went off to fight and never came back meant that she wasn't team-oriented, not anymore. Maybe it was because she'd never really been a part of that team, had spent more time alone than with people. A spy did not require teammates. That is what she was. That is how Cyclops had trained her.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Don't Be Seen.<br/>Don't Be Heard.<br/>Get The Info.<br/>Get Out.</span></div><br/>With a shake of wild, dark curls Alisa slipped silently away, phasing easily through the bed before rolling to her left as she touched down on the dirty floor beneath it. With a soft sigh, she quickly exited and stood up, now covered in dust.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Fuck me,"</span>she muttered after catching a glimpse of herself in a nearby mirror. Obviously, a shower was required but she wasn't going to do that here. So, she dressed and slipped out, exiting through the wall just beside the front door.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Half Hour Later</span></div><br/>Her phone, usually quiet, chirped irritatingly at her, just as she exited the shower. A frown touched across pensive features even as one small hand scooped up the offensive piece of technology. She entered her code and flicked upward only to be greeted by a text from a blocked number:<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://www.redwolf.in/image/cache/catalog/stickers/marvel-avengers-logo-sticker-128x128.jpg)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Will you answer the call?</span></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"No. No way,"</span>she fumed. There was no way she'd put herself back into such a stupid thing. No way she'd lose a team. No way she'd allow that in any way shape or form. Yet, she slipped into all black, corralled her mass of curls and headed out. She remembered where the Tower was.<br/><br/>It was well past noon when she arrived on site. The place looked deeply ill-used and terribly abandoned as if all vitality had been sucked from the building with the loss of its founders. Something told her to turn away; a warning? Still, she slipped toward the side of the large tower and allowed her form to slip through the wall. She arrived in the lobby a few seconds later and began to climb...and climb.<br/><br/>Finally, she heard a voice. With nary a thought, she stepped back into the safety of the darkness. Though she wanted to move forward, the idea of it was slightly freaky. There was at least one person here, maybe more, and there was a possibility that this was a trap. However, after a few moments, The young dark-skinned woman moved forward, her steps beyond silent. If it WAS a trap, they would have a hard time catching her.<br/><br/>She paused and glanced around the corner only to be faced with two women. One was slender in the extreme while the other was lushly built. She definitely recognized the woman in red and gold so, with no more hesitation, she completed her entrance, not stopping until she was easily seen by both.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Looks like a party and y'all started with out me."</span>