[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]: BAMF, Conjuration[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/596347699486261272/675191496856567839/tumblr_p9emi78Pdn1u8r3nho4_500.png]New Outfit[/url][/center]
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Max wanted to bite back, explain to her how exhausting it was to have M-Pox and how much of a danger it was to use his powers while under its influence. Luckily for them she removed that danger, giving him time to gain his strength again and be able to try at the very least. His new ability was more than testy, and it took a toll on him. [Color=aba400]"Im sorry if my voice is so grating to you. I'll try and keep our conversations to a minimal then."[/color] There was no fight left in his tone. No sense of hatred, or anger, just pity for the girl who lost what little she already had in a world that did nothing but take from them. This wasn't the time for them to fight, and she was clearly hurting over Magiks death. So he took the punches that he needed to and pressed on. 

[Color=aba400]"I think removing that clunk helped bounce me back a bit so...here goes something."[/color] Max held her hand quickly as the familiar black void rippled in the air around them filling the space they left with a massive cold spot. In the second it took they were now somewhere new, Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport. Right city, wrong location. Fuck. [Color=aba400]"Ok, still a ways off but we're in the right city at least. Follow me and we can grab something to eat, build up our strength from this long morning."[/color] Max placed his hand inside of his jacket pocket, concealing his use of power as he muttered some words and was able to scrounge up 20 dollars for them to use. [Color=aba400]"Pick your poison, im buying."[/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 > On the Road (Jacks group)
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Echo flipped his hair in a smooth and practiced manner. Removing his curly tufts away from his eyes as he followed suit behind everyone, choosing to sit near a window seat in the car. [Color=E610B8]"A trap is a possibility, but honestly from what I've noticed the kids powers can be a little unstable. There's a high chance he had another mishap, landed there, and was either escorted out or held in place until their legal guardians could pick them up. That being us."[/color] Harry looked out the window pensively as he watched the streets go by. He was worried for his roomate, worried for Sunshine, and all in all hoping that they would make it in time to deliver the cure. A worried sigh slipped passed his lips as he pulled away from the window and looked back at those in the car.

[Color=E610B8]"Sorry we missed your birthday, but I'm sure I can try and whip something up for you later if you'd like. A nice cake maybe? But till then, think when you're in their feed that you can jam the signals? Make them go black or play on loop? The less evidence that we ever paid the visit the better. Don't need to have the media thinking we're more deviant than they already believe, whether we're partaking in the festivities or crashing them its a bad look for us mutants. Worlds too narrow-minded to accept us or those workers."[/color] Harry thought on James' question. Unsure of how best to answer or approach the situation. There were instances where a bouncer could be bribed, and Harry had some expendable money, however it wasn't a full proof plan especially with young faces.