Welcome to the Dark Side of New Orleans (Kayla)

[kinetic_assault]

 

"...where the living are easily lost. And the dead stick around to play." said the long-haired man directing the street tours of the French Quarter.

Brianna rolled her eyes even as she led Kayla down the street behind the obvious tourists of the city. She held Kayla's hand smiled as she looked up and down the streets at the French-influenced architecture and the people that milled about the area. A portion of her heritage came from this place and sometimes it was still hard for her to believe. She'd been raised in the luxury and class of England but her father, the mutant thief extraordinaire known as Gambit, was determined that his little girl would not grow up not knowing how to survive when the money ran out or she wasn't able to live as high on the hog as her mother taught her. Granted, her mother also never allowed her live without defenses but her father taught her to thieve, to con and to take what others weren't watching and use it for her benefit.

She'd never had the chance to really use her skills but she was glad to be here with someone she cared about. Brianna didn't think about the added benefit that this kept her from discussing her relationship with Kayla with her mother and father. She had no idea how they'd take it and, right now, she didn't want to know.

"Are you having any fun yet?" Brianna asked Kayla.

After the War Games (Avengers or related parties)

[alegacyofchaos]

Ree had the car drive the block around the Avengers Mansion for almost an hour before she instructed her driver to pull over just in front. It had taken her the full measure of the hour to work up her courage and her nerve as well as to understand just how detail-exact everything was from memory. The overlap of memory and reality was probably the most confusing and difficult part. Most difficult if she didn't consider how weak her reason for visiting the Avengers was or just how much she resembled a former one of their own--the Scarlet Witch. The resemblance was why she'd chosen to wear blue and keep her hair pulled tightly back, the severity of her look almost enough to make one guess if she was somehow related to the Atlanteans she represented. Ree did kind of look a little like everyone.

Namor himself had given her her reason for visiting the Avengers and it was his endorsement that let her open the door of the car, step out, and instruct her driver to return in an hour unless otherwise called. That she was genuinely a representative of Trident utterly unrelated to Oracle gave her the nerve to ring the bell. Everything else was pure determination. After all there was no reason for her to be intimidated. She was, in a matter of speaking, home.