[hr][hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/FKJKRczH/the-gifted-591b350cc9ba7.png[/img][/center][hr][center][@Nallore][@FantasyChic][@BlueSky44][@Achronum][@Trainerblue192][@KazAlkemi][@Framing A Moose][@MsMorningstar][/center][hr][center][color=f7941d][b]December 18th, 2020 - 2:30 PM[/b][/color][/center][hr][color=f7941d][b]Dunkin' Donuts - [/b][/color]

	Inside, everything still seems calm - the coffees were made just as Leighton requested, no one was really coming or going at the moment. It was seemingly a safe and secure place for them to talk. 

	Outside, however, Anastasia's limo pulled into the Strip Mall. Pyro was leaning up against Desiree's car and he smirked, waving cheerfully over at Anastasia. He had a lighter in his hand, flicking it every now and then as to conjure the flame. "Took you long enough, lass," he teased once Anastasia approached him. "They've been in there a fair bit, just talkin'."

[color=f7941d][b]The Mall - [/b][/color]

	Morgan did their very best to stifle their laugh, looking at how incredulous and upset the wild Karen was. The annoying woman did her very best to scream, yet not a sound would come out. Instead, she hugged her bag to her chest to keep the contents from spilling out and then roughly grabbed her kids and stormed off in a huff. Morgan took the money from Jinx, with a Cheshire cat type smile on their face. They turned around and grabbed a [i]classic Cinnabon[/i] and got it ready for Jinx, before turning and giving it to him. 

	They looked a bit like a mischievous imp, as they printed off a receipt for Jinx and then scribbled down their number. "Call me?" they asked, sliding him the piece of paper. "The classic is the best. If you didn't want this one, then there's something seriously wrong with you."[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=935DB8]Veil[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/cJ9KkvcN/original.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=935DB8]Location:[/color][/b] Mutant Underground Hideout -> the Old Underground Hideout 
[b][color=935DB8]Skills:[/color][/b] Invisible Energy Manipulation [hr][/center]	To say that everything was imploding and exploding in Veil's life simultaneously would be a surprisingly adequate description. [color=935DB8]"Don't call me Valery Hope,"[/color] she grumbled into the phone, right before Echo ended the call. It had been a while since she went by that name. She really preferred Veil - it suited her and it had an air of mystery to it that she appreciated. It also was the name she chose, rather than one that was given to her. She got into the shotgun seat, letting Spark Plug drive. The phone call with her twin was over, so she put her phone back into her pocket and took a moment to just breathe. 

	[color=935DB8]"Yeah, I'm fine,"[/color] she reassured Spark Plug. [color=935DB8]"I'm going to cloak us the entire way there and back. Feedback, I want you jamming all electronic devices when we get there and do a thorough sweep for bugs in the car as we leave. Glimpse, you're on telepathic recon and defense. Sapphire and Spark Plug, if they make any funny moves, well, you're my tanks. Shut them down. I don't like how powerful Tome has become... He's the bigger threat of the two of them. But he's also just a kid. We can use that against him if we have to."[/color]

	She tugged on her curly hair, staring out the window. She concentrated and they faded away, completely invisible. [color=935DB8]"Our priority is the safety of the Mutant Underground. If we can help this innocent, then that's great. If we can't..."[/color] she let her voice trail off. 

	The drive was a relatively short one. It wasn't easy, seeing the destruction of what had been her home for a long time. Unlike the X-Mansion, the Underground Hideout couldn't have just been rebuilt. Its existence required for it to be secret and hidden. It was here that the Hellfire Club had sent Magik and Vulcan to kill them. Her brother was there - her heart clenched, worried sick about Echo. Tome was there too. That sent a chill down her spine. 

	She exhaled and the van became visible again. She stepped on out of the van, her gaze a bit stormy. She didn't like this instantly. Leighton wasn't there and she didn't see the innocent victim of the Hellfire Club either. [color=935DB8]"Echo, you alright?"[/color] she asked, walking over to her brother and giving him a quick hug.[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=#DAF7A6]Sunshine[/color] and [color=DBA1DE]Casper[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/W431JxpB/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Mutant Underground Hideout - First Floor: Training Room 
[b]Skills:[/b] [color=DBA1DE]Mediumship[/color][hr][/center]	Sunshine nodded slightly at James' suggestion that they see about getting her more to eat. Had he not believed her lie, she likely would have punched him or something. Growing up on the streets and then doing time in juvi did [i]wonders[/i] for your emotional development, after all. 

	Ben smirked a little bit, amused to see that James was apologizing for calling him an Eldritch Horror. It was also just nice to be recognized. While people could talk to him, they had to rely generally on Casper to pass along his messages. Most just didn't bother with it. Jack was one of Ben's dearest friends while alive (and unrequited love) and yet Ben couldn't remember the last time Jack had tried to talk to him. [i]"Okay fine, your boyfriend doesn't suck,"[/i] Ben told Casper. 

	[color=DBA1DE]"Hey, he sucks when he wants to,"[/color] Casper replied, wiggling his eyebrows a bit. [color=DBA1DE]"As for who did it... I think it was me? Or him? Or both of us? I could try..."[/color] He had managed to do it in the reality the Scarlet Witch made after all. His mind had been entirely clear there, able to project the ghosts so that way others could see them and interact with them - so that way Ben was corporeal again. 

	[color=DBA1DE]"You ready to try, Bennie Ben Ben?"[/color]

	Ben nodded eagerly. [i]"Yeah, I've been waiting to give all of these losers a piece of my mind,"[/i] he quipped. 	

	Casper took a deep breath, before he strained just about every fiber of his being. Had he not started to glow blue - largely concentrated around his hands and his eyes - it would have looked like he was just extremely constipated. The blue glowing apparition of Ben then appeared, allowing everyone to see and hear the dead Asian teenager. 

	[b][i]"Hey, assholes,"[/i][/b] Ben said, though he looked positively thrilled, as happy as a little kid on Christmas morning. 

	Sunshine stopped mid-swallow, looking at Ben, entirely stunned. She had been about to finish off the rest of the Cheez-Its that Feedback had given her. Food was a form of love to her - and unfortunately she also had an eating disorder, unable to control herself when it was available, as for most of her life it just wasn't. [color=#DAF7A6]"...You can bring back Erg,"[/color] she blurted.