[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]: Basic Spellcraft, Conjuration[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/596347699486261272/675191496856567839/tumblr_p9emi78Pdn1u8r3nho4_500.png]New Outfit[/url][/center]
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Max rolled his eyes at Sunshine, glad she was feeling herself, and happy to have some familiarity after everything else in life had changed so much in a matter of seconds. Max made a wave with his hand, almost instinctually, and a flash of his cosmic magic flowed from the palm of his hand and began to encircle around him creating a light breeze. Once it had finished its loop, Max smelled of fresh linen, and felt cleaner. As if months of grime that had been stuck upon him simply was whisked away. He looked at his hand with shock and confusion. It felt as if his powers were more responsive than usual, granted the last time he used them he had been capable of creating great feats. His mood immediately soured when he recalled the brand new training room he had just created and the medical room he was beginning to make, all the cleaning he did and the work he had begun to place towards the Underground Mansion. It felt meaningless now, as if it was wasted efforts. 

Max was brought back out of his thoughts, realizing he was still staring at his hand. He flexed his fingers slowly, before trying his powers once more. The magic surged forth once again and wrapped around his body in odd patterns, covering over his spandex suit. He didn't know if it held any medical reason to be on, so he decided not to mess with it. Instead long strips of magic fell like cloth, and formed a silhouette of his previous robes, now galaxy colored and speckled with stars. They began to solidfy and finally turned into the same yellow robes he had been wearing when he got frozen. Again there felt a new ease to it all. He flexed his fingers slowly once more before finally his mind got snapped back to what was happening in the room. Sapphire had died, Casper was glowing blue, and Waverly had just gone up and punched the doctor that helped save them. He involuntarily winced as her fist made contact with Nemesis, worried about if the quiet council would say anything about this. He had half a mind to say something, to get in between the pair, but then he heard her words, and he understood. This wasn't a place for him to speak. He would say Sapphire wouldn't want this, but given how he'd seen Sapphire a few times, at most he thought should would compliment the good right hook.

[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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Harry could feel the tension in the room. He didn't have to look to know there were eyes on him and Veil. Everyone would be watching to see how she took the news, and if he was being honest it almost made him sick. He knew they were worried for her, concerned, but she didn't need them to see her like this. She wouldn't want to be seen like this. As soon as Harry thought that, his sister vanished. Her hand still in his, though it appeared as if he was clasping air. [Color=E610B8]"Je suis là pour toi petite soeur"[/color] He whispered towards her. He didn't need his powers to know where she was, so he stepped to where he would be in front of her, pulling her close into an embrace. His left arm ran up her back, the handle cradling her head as he held her close and allowed her to rest her head onto his shoulder if she needed to cry. His right hand had dropped her hand, wrapping around her waist as he held her close and kissed the top of her head.

[Color=E610B8]"Je peux faire taire ton son si tu veux pleurer"[/color] Harry spoke quietly into her ear. He began to hum, only loud enough for them to hear, unless the room was deadly quiet. His hand stroking her hair as their mother once did. The song was an old tune she would hum to them all the time, whenever they were scared, or hurt, or upset. She would cradle them and hum to them this meoldy to help sooth their nerves. Back then Harry didn't have his powers, they hadn't manifested yet, but he was certain that if he did, this song would be the melody to his mother's heart. Harry only stopped once to speak, his voice calm and collected as if he needed to be strong for his sister while making sure not to break the soothing he was attempting to do. It was a tone a mother would use on a child when gently scolding them. [Color=E610B8]"Waves, I understand you're frustrated, but we are better than that. Please."[/color] He gave her a pleading look, his eyes dropping down to Veil, as if to beg her, for Veils sake don't fight.

[Hider=Held Rolls]If Veil starts to cry. Sound Wave Manipulation to silence her sobs and tears so no one can hear her cry[/hider]