[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=cc33ff]Guin Stark[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/2c7919d1c6222c4f923a38e3e509c948/tumblr_inline_odikgj8J1Y1rifr4k_250.gif[/img][hr][b][color=cc33ff]Location:[/color][/b] Asteroid M 
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] Telepathy, Telepathic Attacks
[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/540051583430295574/1072030188843577394/IMG_6201.jpg]~Fit Check~[/url] [hr][hr][/center]	Things were escalating more and more by the moment. And this wasn't the team that Guin would have picked, but it was the one she had. Well, there were only a few people on it that she would have deleted from the roster. A hurricane of schrapnel was spinning its way through them, Guin reflexively shielding her eyes somewhat with her hand. Magneto wasn't monologuing, so it [i]probably[/i] was Cortez causing things to go haywire. [color=cc33ff]"Stick to the plan!"[/color] Guin called out, hoping to be heard over the chaos.

	She didn't think [i]screaming[/i] in Magneto's face was helpful, but whatever. If that kept the newbie out of her hair, then that was fine with her. She struggled to concentrate, to dive into Cortez's mind and take control of his body away from him. Between her and Carolina, at least [i]one[/i] of them had to be able to take hold - hopefully their efforts would work together in tandem, rather than cancelling each other out. It was difficult and challenging - Cortez had clearly done some anti-psychic work before, his walls were up and strong. She redoubled her efforts, trying to push out the fear from her mind - the fear of being shredded by metal scraps, burned alive by wild flames, or otherwise killed while she focused on fighting on a plane that very few people could perceive. 

	For a brief second, Guin had him - well, some of him. She had broken through some of his defenses, gaining a foothold in his mind. But it wasn't enough. She pushed and she pushed, concentrating more and more, drawing on all of her training and experience - only to fail, to open her eyes, blood flowing from her nose. [color=cc33ff]"Fucking hell,"[/color] she muttered under her breath, before readying herself to go again. 	[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=12ABB0]Neil Spellman[/color]
[img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/86cec6d38d47218f7dafbb840a74b7f1/2089eac01cae8eb6-05/s250x400/1e755ce4912f22c6e13fb41c2a3d9d26d767286b.gif[/img][/b][/h3][hr][b][color=12ABB0]Location:[/color][/b] the Asteroid
[b][color=12ABB0]Skills:[/color][/b] Telekinesis
[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/540051583430295574/1073121327063498852/celebrity-style-style-timeline-2008-04-stsl05_itboy0803.png]~Fit Check~[/url][hr][hr][/center]	[color=12ABB0]"Um, handsome is fine?"[/color] Neil said, although they hadn't really given it deep thoughts. They were a little confused as to the middle aged man who jumped in on the conversation to give advice, purely because Neil didn't really know who he was. But at least at the moment, handsome was okay. They had just come to terms with the fact that they had been using the wrong pronouns for themself their entire life - they hadn't really thought through what descriptors were okay and what ones would never be. They hadn't even thought about what [i]name[/i] would work - did Neil still describe them? Or was that the name for someone else, someone they could never be?

	They did their best to protect the others, as the schrapnel started flying, a hail of deadly metal implements. Their original mutant power allowed them to move objects with their mind (and sometimes cause them to explode, although Neil practiced that less and less these days). It was difficult to grasp onto the flying pieces, there was such a haze of them, it was like trying to catch flies with their hands. They tried again and again, until [i]finally[/i] they managed to provide a small amount of protection - to push the metal away from their friends, their hands trembling as they were like a shield. 	

	Even as their eyes were on Max.