[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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It sounded as if the suits had done an approximation of what Max believed them to do. It wasn't just a poor choice in clothing, it was also functional for medical purposes, which made Max a little glad that he had chosen not to remove them from anyone. Sure they all felt fine for now, but no one knew what the long term effects could be of having been frozen for that long. So perhaps having their vitals monitored for a bit longer wasn't such a bad thing after all. Even if it was by that creep Nemesis. Max tried not to think too much about it. Instead pushing past the ideas to listen about Sunshines wedding.

Max grinned as he saw how happy, confused, yet happy, Sunshine was as she spoke about Marrow and their potential wedding ideas. He had to admit, Marrow sounded like a cool name and he was sure that she was just as awesome of a person. The idea of a ritual combat made him a little uneasy, knowing he wouldn't want to be involved in making anything for something that could potentially end badly. However an Astral wedding sounded right up his alley. Max thought about how cool it must be to be able to traverse the Astral realm, wondering how closely tied that may be to the realm that ghosts lived in, and if Caspers sight extended that far.

Before Max was able to get too deep into thought, Miranda had decided to answer him about Wanda. Though where the sudden change in attitude came he had no idea. It took him back, wincing slightly as she spoke. He hadn't realized it was a sore topic for her, after all Wanda created a world for them all to be together and happy. So why shouldn't Max think that she still cared for them? [Color=aba400]"Sorry, I wasn't aware of any of that. The only memories I have of you or her was as a family back in her reality. I figured if she wanted you all there and happy that...well that that had to carry out here as well."[/color] 

Max wasn't expecting much of a response back as Zari continued to throw her tantrum, assaulting the table and going off about [i]her[/i] possessions and how nobody could touch them. He wasn't exactly sure as to what was going on with her, noticing how Veil moved towards her first to help calm her down, followed by Callie and then finally Miranda. He wasn't about to add himself into the mix, instead opting to lean against the wall with a hit of an eye roll and look towards Renegade who was kind enough to attempt to care for their stuff. 

[Color=aba400]"If you need, I can try and repair the table. Though my magic has been a bit unstable since I've been awake, I was hoping someone on this island could help me with that."[/color] Max was hoping for Wanda but if Miranda was to be trusted then she wasn't here. His mentor Doctor Strange would be next but Max wasn't sure if he was even a mutant or just a wizard of sorts. Sunshine had mentioned Selene but...he didn't know anything about her, and that made him a bit nervous.

[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 gathered his things, he lingered on some items more and more. Questioning everything that had happened and everything that there was to come. He was still wracked with guilt over the death of his love, still torn by how strayed he felt at times with his sister, and eaten away by the sheer remorse he had for how long it took for him to contact her. All to add to the survivor's guilt that he felt each and every day since his fiancé died. If only he'd paid attention to the mutant plight beforehand, if only he'd cared. But he didn't have a visible mutation. He was a passing mutant, and he didn't care for all the politics, or so he kept telling himself. 

Everyday since her death Harry had been doing [i]something[/i]. Always keeping busy and trying to help out with the Underground however he could, as if helping countless other mutants would somehow make the weight of his guilt that much lighter but all it did was keep his mind busy enough to not think about what had happened. Now, there was no mutant cause. There was nothing to fight for as the battle had been seemingly won. For the first time in a while, Harry was allowed to think. He nervously tapped his foot against the floor, numbness creeping into him until finally he stopped. He felt so lost in this new world, so worthless, so grief-stricken. He quickly stepped out of the room to catch Casper for a moment, his eyes meeting him in a gaze of understanding. From one addict to another. [Color=E610B8]"Do you carry any smokes on you?"[/color]