[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]: Ronald Reagan Airport
[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 at a loss for words, unsure as to how best to console her. Surely it was a lot to take in, so much to process, even he hadnt fully wrapped his mind around it. He chewed silently at his food as she spoke, listening, thinking, and wondering how best to approach this. By now everything must've settled down at the Underground, Jack was surely dealt with, and Sunshine would be safe to return. As he thought on it he began to think of Waverly, how sick she must be with worry over what happened to Sunshine. It was clear she harbored only ill thoughts of Max so in her mind he may as well have kidnapped her as well. His eyes were downcast as he simply stared at his food, letting the sauce drip down back into the container. [Color=aba400]"Alright."[/color] He said softly. His eyes moving up to meet hers. [Color=aba400]"Lets do it. Let's try to teleport back home. I can't be afraid to use this new power, I have to master someday."[/color] 

Max gathered their food so that they would lose any of it before holding onto Sunshines hand and trying to think of the Underground. The similar black orb enveloped them as the cold kicked in and then they were met with the suns rays. When he opened his eyes they weren't far off from where they started. Just outside the airport itself. [Color=aba400]"Damn it why am I so useless? Why can't we just GO HOME!"[/color] With the final word the void wrapped up in them again, kicking in on instinct and the cold biting even more. His exhaustion hit hard this time as the distance traveled was unexpected and they finally landed within the walls of the Mutant Underground. The dust beneath their feet scattered as he looked around with awe. Handing Sunshine her food he collapsed on the floor, sitting and tired. [Color=aba400]"Helloooo? Anyone home? Man I need practice..."[/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]: Glitter Factory (Jacks group)
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Harry barely stopped inside as the bouncers began to keep Casper at bay. Standing there listening to the idle gossip as to how he had broken their bosses heart and now he wouldnt be allowed in. Harry placed his hand delicately against his face, each finger extended, barely touching him as he dramatically showed his exasperation. Something apparently had to go wrong, and why would it be any surprise that it was Caspers given how he'd been all day. Harry let out a sigh, keeping his pace and moving further into the club as he thought about where to go next. If the others had anything to say about his absence at the scene, well then he would let them know that it simply wouldn't do to have all of them barred from entry, so someone may as well continue the job. If his twinnie was here she could make them invisible and check the areas without so much as an issue, but given how she wasn't, he was forced to seem like a creeper lurking about.

Harry made his way around the club, searching for the changing room that Waverly had spoken of. He looked about cautiously before entering in. There was no one in sight, prompting him to go stall by stall incase they were hiding out. All of them were empty save for the final stall, where a pair of shoes could be seen from under the doorway. Before Harry even had the chance to knock, the door flung open and a hooded man stepped out brandishing a dagger as he swiped wildly at him. Thankfully all those years of dancing (and maybe those spent at Xaviers) allowed him to fluidly avoid any hits as he backed away. All that could be heard through the blood pumping in his ears was the figure growling "Mutant Scum". Instinctively Harry let out a sing songie pitch that peppered the air with flashes of light, each one blasting after the last and blinding the person. As soon as he saw the man struggling to see he turned tail and ran out of thr changing room, a dagger flying past him, narrowly missing as it imbedded itself in the wall. Harry ran back towards the others, eyes wild as he simply said to them [color=E610B8]"Its a trap"[/color]