[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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The walk there was more difficult than Max had anticipated. Between the strenuous teleports that took him to an uncharted island, the restless sleep thanks to this mornings situation, and the M-Pox that was eating away at him. His feet dragged in the sand, the indents deeper than Sunshines as he followed behind in the silence she left. He felt some water stuck in his ear, pressing his finger against the cuff of his hoodie so that the cotton fabric would soak up the water that was lodged in. When he pulled away he saw the dark liquid seeping into the elastic bands and let out a sigh of exhaustion. He was tired of bleeding, tired of the fatigue, and tired of this dreadful disease. As they neared the castle he finally spoke up. [Color=aba400]"That's pretty cool, not being able to get sick. [i]cough[/i] it must be nice."[/color] The blood splattered against his sleeve cuff again as he covered his mouth.

Sunshine pressed opened the doors to reveal a darkened interior. The glint of magenta shining in the abyss. Max watched as her body stiffened and his soon followed when she asked her question aloud. Why had his powers taken him here? Where even was here? He thought back to his time in the Hellfire Club, trying to think of any information that Magneto may have let out about this location and nothing came to mind. Max felt around for a light source and found nothing but a wet box of matchsticks. He threw them to the ground, the sound of a wet splat echoing in the room. [Color=aba400]"I - I - I don't know why we're here. Or even where here is...I didn't know Magneto even had a place like this."[/color] His voice was low, confused, and on edge. [Color=aba400]"If his palace is anything like Emma's penthouse then there's probably a speedboat here."[/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[/center]
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Echo's panic began to slowly subside as he watched James approaching him. James! Maybe he could help him, use his powers to cure him of what Havok had done. Never before had Echo thought how apt the Summers name was. Havok, that was all he was capable of causing. When the healing mutant came close Echo tried to reach for him, grab his clothes or even his shoe...anything. But his hands stopped short of touching him when James' curt tone came out. Telling him to shut up and calm down. Had everyone in this underground lost their senses? A man was just crippled and lost one of his greatest joys in life over a white knight asshat and [i]he[/i] was the one needing to shut up? He blinked, blinked again, and finally a third time before he just gripped the ground, holding onto a bundle of dirt and grass. 

Sapphire made her way over and it was as if she and James had swapped places. Her calm and polite manner, the concern peppering her words. Echo immediately began to relax, the light show subsiding with the coming silence. He let his face fall slowly against the ground, his tears soaking the dirt beneath him. [Color=E610B8]"Ok. Ok. I can lay still...just please...help me."[/color] Echo had been Rollerblading since he could practically walk. It was his form of exercise, his form of expression, and an excellent mode of transportation. To think that he wouldn't be able to do that again, he wouldn't be able to go about his life as usual. But in some weird twisted way, he was beginning to think he deserved this. Life already took away his love, why wouldn't it take away another joy as well, perhaps next it would take his voice and leave him to rot in a gutter.