[h1][b][i][color=aba400][center]Maximillian Gray[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/rmBRrwyf/image.png[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=aba400][b]Location[/b][/color]: Island M the Bermuda triangle.
[color=aba400][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Conjuration[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/596347699486261272/675191496856567839/tumblr_p9emi78Pdn1u8r3nho4_500.png]New Outfit[/url][/center]
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Max opened his eyes as Sunshine worried over him. Worried? No perhaps that wasn't fully right, she worried for her safety and ability to get home. She didn't worry for him. He'd lay there letting moments pass until the fatigue began to fade away slightly. Lifting his legs into the air and using the momentum of their falling to help him sit upright. [Color=aba400]"Calm down. I'm not falling asleep just yet."[/color] His hand shot up as harsh coughs began to wretch their way up his throat and blood splattered against his hand. When the fit had finly stopped he looked towards the blonde mutant usually so fully of disdain and saw a girl looking for hope. Chances were it was the M-pox talking. He stood up and washed his hands in the beach, flicking the water off before muttering a few words as clothing appeared before Sunshine and him. [Color=aba400]"Get changed or you'll catch a cold."[/color] He turned away from where she was and began to undress, putting on a pair of fresh [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/520003491029188610/765995236848697384/Screenshot_20201014-135123_Instagram.jpg]clothes[/url] to help keep him warm after the prior events.

As Max began to change, facing the crashing oceans before him, he thought about where they were and wondered how (or if) they would ever get off this island. [Color=aba400]"So you think we can find a ship or raft in that weird temple? Wouldn't hurt to try I guess."[/color] There was a brief pause before hebspoke again, this time his voice was lower, more serious but still with a grave hint of exhaustion pouring over it. [Color=aba400]"Did Jack say anything to you? Do anything weird?"[/color] He let the words hang in the air as he finished getting ready asking Sunshine if she was ready, waiting for her response. Omce she was he turned around coughing again, specks of blood tainting the beautiful sand. [Color=aba400]"Ok, lets go check those ruins you wanted to see."[/color]


[h1][b][i][color=E610B8][center]Echo[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/9FWbx1tc/image.png[/img][/center][hr][center][color=E610B8][b]Location[/b][/color]: Mutant Underground
[color=E610B8][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Self Multiplication, Sound Wave Manipulation[/center]
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This situation seemed to be getting better, a calm before the storm Echo thought. He hated agreeing with Magneto. Hated knowing that he was right. They [i]were[/i] the villains in this story and it was all Havoks fault. A spoiled apple ruins the bunch, and boy did Summers ruin it. His teeth were gritted, halfway debating on calling the others off and telling them this wasnt their fight. Telling them that if Havok wanted to endager them all for some asinine white knighting then he could deal with the reprocussions on his own. Ofcourse it wasn't his call to make. He had no real power here. Before Harry could speak, before a single syllabul could form in his throat, he felt something press against his back. At first it was difficult to tell, his strings were knotted in the back and pressing against him, then they fell, as if they were cut off by some outside force. Cold metal pressed against his skin and all that followed was the feeling of wetness, and then nothing.

As the back of Harry's shirt began to stain red, the blood following every carefully tailored fiber to the next and creating a rorschach of misery to be on display for all his team to see. He couldn't speak, shock took over and his eyes just stared blankly towards Magneto as he glided past him. Pyro's words barely touched his ears when suddenly his legs had given out. The feeling of metal was gone, the wetness subsided into the shadows, all that was left was the hard thwack of the ground pressed against his chest and cheek as he lay there quivering his lower lip. What just happened? Why did his legs give out...why can't he feel his legs? It was then he began to ask in a broken panic [color=E610B8]"Why can't I feel my legs? W-why can't I-I-I...why can't I feel my legs. My legs...why...what happened?"[/color] it started off soft, barely a whisper, then grew and grew until it was finally a blood curdling yell. No more words, no more questions, just pure upheld panic. The air around them filled with his voice as suddenly bursts of light began to form until a laser was produced and struck the field randomly in various directions. It had happened to Charles, and now it had happened to him. He didn't blame Magneto, but his eyes burned red with anger for Havok.