[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]: Genosha?
[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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That moment, that second, felt like an eternity to Max. The feeling of helplessness, of letting everyone down as his magic fizzled and failed before a bitter cold sensation took over him. As he started to go back into consciousness, started waking up, he twirled around in his bed, his body trying to react to the blast of terrigen gas in an attempt to swirl the barrier around everyone. The spell had been long since failed, time having passed in mere seconds for who knows how long. Max fell to the ground, his arms barely capable of breaking the fall as he now faced the ground, all his weight on his forearms that now shook from un-use. His breathing was labored as he stared into darkness. Words he wished to speak didn't come out. He moved onto his back, reaching a hand up to his throat as if to coerce the words to come out. 

When they finally did they were raspy, dry. Max had an urge to drink some water, quench his thirst and hope it helped with whatever was going on with him. His vision pulsate and faded from black, to blurs, never fully getting anything into focus as he continued breathing, trying to slow it down and get himself back to normal. He could hear Casper, rattling on to someone, but even he wasn't talking as much as usual. Callie's voice piped up and then finally Sunshine. Max didn't know why, but hearing her voice made him so happy. It was weird, and something nobody would expect, but he was genuinely happy to hear she was alright. [Color=aba400]"Morning Sunshine, talking to yourself again?"[/color] His voice was raspy and dry, but he couldn't help but smile to be surrounded by such familiar voices. 

[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]: Genosha?
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As Harry awoke he noticed a severe lack of Veil. Last he had seen here she was close-by, in sight, and telling him she loves him. Now all he could see was a blur of the world around him. He went to reach up, feeling his was now laying down in a bed, and immediately noticed the change in attire. He couldn't see what he was wearing, but he could tell by the feel it was spandex, a material he wished had never touched his body. He could hear his little sisters voice nearby, causing him to stir from his bed and attempt to make his way over to her. Harry's legs were shaking, his hands outstretched before him as he tried to find his way around. [Color=E610B8]"Veil? Veil?!"[/color]

When he finally spoke he heard just how hoarse his voice was. Panic began to set in more as he began to wonder just how damaged his vocals were. Singing was literally his career, and a bulk of his powers. Living life without it...he tried not to dwell on that thought long as he reached up and felt his skin. It wasn't as dry and cracked as he thought it would be. How long had they been out? What happened? Where was the X-cutioner? Harry tried to find his twin, singing a song he had used often when looking for her. [Color=E610B8]"Well, sometimes I go out by myself
And I look across the water
And I think of all the things of what you're doing
In my head I paint a picture

Since I've come home
Well, my body's been a mess
And I miss your curly hair
And the way you like to dress

Oh, won't you come on over?
Stop making a fool out of me
Why don't you come on over, Valerie?
Valerie"[/color]