[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]: Perception Conjuration[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/596347699486261272/675191496856567839/tumblr_p9emi78Pdn1u8r3nho4_500.png]New Outfit[/url][/center]
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Max felt her body instinctualy repulse just before he let go and backed away. He expected a punch, or sickness, or even just for her to bash him over the head with the M-Pox ball but nothing. Just a threat that felt almost empty as he watched his expression plummet. It was hard to see with the water that welled up in his eyes but he could almost swear she looked as if she was going to tear up. He knew it wasn't happiness, no something changed and it was something he had said to her. That's when it clicked, she cured him of M-Pox but she lost Magik to it. His hands balled up for a moment before the tension released and he wished to hug her again but in comfort. Instead Max knelt down and pocketed the metallic ball into his bag. Making sure not to touch it with any skin contact.

[Color=aba400]"Im really sorry about that. Truly. But you're right, we need to find a way out of here and get back to everyone. Maybe..."[/color] His voice trailed off into thought as he didn't want to speak it into words. But maybe when they returned he could go to an internet cafe and do some research or head to a library or contact Doctor Strange. [i]Someone Somewhere[/i] had to have an idea of what took Magik and how to get her back. Sunshine had done him a huge favor by ridding him of his disease, perhaps he could do the same in easing her burden of what had transpired. But for now he didn't want to give her hope. He didn't want to promise something he couldn't follow through with. After all he said he would protect Leighton and well...

Max's eyes began to well up again as he sniffled. Wiping the tears away he began to walk down the hallway, looking about and searching for anything that would be able to help them out. Pushing back his thoughts and focusing solely on this one task. Just one foot before the other and nothing more. He hadn't found a boat, or car, or even a fridge full of food, but what he did find was invaluable. A book of spells. More ways for him to practice and almost as if it was a gift from the Scarlett Witch herself. Max grabbed the book, flipping through the pages as he saw countless spells in it and thought of the potential to reach Wanda's power. [Color=aba400]"Nothing that can help us in the here and now but definitely handy for later."[/color] After all if he could rewrite reality, he could bring back Magik, Erg, and Waverlys Mom. 

[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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Harry's eyes widened slightly, just barely enough for a very perceptive person so see his faux pas. He immediately lifted his mug up to his lips and began to quietly sip at the coffee as he watched Sapphire berate Casper for what appeared to be the least of their problems. All he could think to himself was booooy Sapphire was meeeessssyyyy. But he'd never voice that allowed. He didn't know her like that and wasn't in the underground long so it was best not to make enemies where he didn't need some. His eyes now averted towards the couple again, James gave him a look that clearly asked him to back off and so he did. Hands up as if in defeat, he took another sip of his coffee and looked at the only safe space, the ceiling. 

It was cute, if not nauseating, how James defended Casper. Figures the boy with a healing factor would go after someone as broken as Casper with daddy issues to boot. It was the ultimate fixer upper, and all he wished was that he truly cared for him and wouldn't get bored after he's polished up and fixed. Ofcourse Harry couldn't stay in his thoughts forever, Veil finally coming back and leaving almost as fast. The weight of the world seemed to be trapped in those curls, and he only wished he could help her carry it. He wasnt exactly happy with the team leader however, still feeling there was more to this mornings incident than what had transpired. Placing his mug down, Harry crossed his arms and leaned against the edge of the table. [Color=E610B8]"So whats the move Jack? How are we going to handle this?"[/color] He nodded towards the rest of his clones, signaling them all to come back. Without so much as a scene Harry pulled them back into himself as if it was another Friday night.