[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 was baffled by how calm Sunshines reaction was to the presence of an actual living? ghost. Unsure of how well the idea of feeding a spectral being some ribs would do, he figured he may as well play along incase she knew something he didn't know. But before he was capable of uttering a single word or twitching any fingers, there was the sound of rushed footsteps as Sunshine came barreling down the hallway towards him. Max's eyes went wide as he saw the bloodied axe weilding spirit chasing after her. He had no time to panic, and acted almost as if on impulse and without thought of his own life. He jutted out into the hallway, moving his hands in a clockwise manner as he formed a circle and conjured up ten pounds of salt before the manic being. His mind quickly went to the texts he'd read before while brushing up his latin as he began to chant.

[Color=aba400]"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te... cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare... Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis... Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei; contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine... quem inferi tremunt... Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine. Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos."[/color]

There was a pause, some silence, and then nothing. His heart sank and eyes left the spectral visage that was no longer there. Turning to face Sunshine with panic, excitement, and concern. [Color=aba400]"Are you ok? Did it hurt you? And are you crazy?! That thing could've killed you. Or at least it certainly looked as if it wanted to."[/color] He let out a breath he hadnt realised he was holding as he pressed his back against the wall leaning his head along the surface. [Color=aba400]"No more sneaking off alone. This place seems dangerous and we can't risk losing each other ok?"[/color] If he arrived back without her, chances are they would think he killed her out of petty spite or something and just shove him back into the streets or worse, turn him into the authorities like Waverly wanted. She already wished he was gone, this would just push her further. 

[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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Echos chest collapsed in exhaustion as Glimpse undid whatever was going on with Jacks head. According to Glimpse and the others his father Sinister had implanted some form of sleeper cell telepathy causing this mornings rude upset. He wasn't quite sure that he bought it though. As Echo watched the stretchy mutant bash his head against a wall (something he wished he could do given how some others reacted recently) he wondered if this was truly what had happened. Was his father really the culprit here? Was Jack truly a victim? Or did he use this new knowledge as an excuse for his behavior this morning. He didn't like the idea of Jack hiding information from them, especially if it meant having unstable episodes that could harm the other mutants. 

But those thoughts came and went as exhaustion rolled by and Echo made his way back towards the table taking a dark coffee. Every step felt different somehow. As if he was more aware of the gift of walking than he was before, having previously taken this privilege for granted. When a sudden breeze blew by all Echo could do was call out to the offending speedster [color=E610B8]"Watch it, this hair takes time you know! Oh, Quicksilver to what do we owe the pleasure?"[/color] It didn't take long for the silver haired speedster to spew out what was transpiring as well as giving the cure before he was off without so much as a hello. Echo rolled his eyes as he took a long sip from his drink. [Color=E610B8]"Not sure why he came to inform us if they're already taking care of it. But Magneto hand delivered the news himself just before he almost severed my spine."[/color]