[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]:  Green Lagoon
[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 had spent the past few days obsessing over the idea of bringing their fallen friends back. He still felt that nagging pain in the back of his mind, Waverly's voice asking him when enough would be enough? How can he decide who can and cannot be brought back. He couldn't help but shake his leg in agitation as he sat down near Casper, hands laced together with his chin resting atop them. There was still so much he didn't know, so much he had to ask. But he couldn't fully trust Selene yet, and he wasn't sure how well Strange would react to this idea of tampering with life. He could almost hear his voice chastising him and explaining the unknown variables of how it could comically affect the world or something. 

After a moment, Max had decided to sit back and pull out a deck of cards that were awaiting him in his room. He couldn't read the words on them, but the pictures spoke volumes to him. He pulled out the major ones, shuffling them several times before he finally stopped and placed the deck onto the table. His left hand reached for the first card and placed it in front of him on the left. The next card placed to its right, and then the final placed to its right. It was the only spread he'd ever seen, knowing from left to right it was past present and future. As far as he knew the cards were all up to interpretation. 

He flipped the first card, his eyes immediately drawn first to the swirls of wind that drifted out of a well. It gave him a sense of creativity, of opportunistic hope as if the well itself was giving it onto him. The second card was one he'd seen before. The hanged man. The image was of a young blonde boy not unlike himself, holding a rope that hung over a branch and was tied around his ankles. The card felt as if it was telling him he was holding himself back. That he needed to let go of something now in order to create a better future. Max's stomach twisted, worried as to what it might mean at the moment, before turning the final card. His eyes didn't leave the image, almost as if the card itself was staring right back at him asking him a very important question. The judgemental look upon the horned creature's face staring blatantly at him asking him what is holding him back from achieving his goals? 

For a moment there was a slight burn around his wrist. An illusion of fear reminding him of his mistakes as he now found himself looking at the place where his hand had been previously separated. Max cleared his throat, gathering the cards up once again and placing them back into a small leather pouch. He could hear his own voice asking him over and over. [I]What's holding you back?[/i] Luckily for Max, Casper was an excellent distraction as his plate shattered on the table and Casper began to make a fool of himself. [Color=aba400]"Good to have you back Ben. It's been quiet without you."[/color] Sure he couldn't hear a response, but he figured it was polite to do so all the same.

[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]: Green Lagoon
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A part of Harry felt a bit insulted. Here he was, Genosha's Hero, and still they chose Dazzler over him as a performance. Granted, he wasn't particularly in the mood to be up on stage given the past few days. He'd gone to see one of the telepaths to try to get some help, Waverly's loss hitting him as if he'd lost his own child. A few times he'd thought about reaching out to David, see how he was doing after everything and potentially grab some lunch. But Harry didn't want David to see him this way, it wouldn't be fair to him. He had been locked up for who knows how long, and shortly after release there's a mass attack? 

Harry poked a few blueberries around on his plate with his fork. Watching as they rolled about and stealing glances towards the performers. [Color=E610B8]"They're trying too hard to lift the spirits. They should've gone with a ballad or something that could resonate with the mutants feelings. I'm sure at least Dazzler can feel it. The melancholy song that each mutant's heart is giving out right now. As if they're wanting so hard to move forward but the weights of the past and holding them down."[/color] Harry pressed his fork into one of the berries, watching as it squished under the pressure before plopping it into his mouth. When Caspers plate crashed, a spray of whipped cream had graced Harry's cheek. Quickly wiping it off with a smile as he heard Ben had finally come back. That was one of the biggest weights off his shoulders now. Too long had the number been 198 mutants. But to Harry it felt as if it was 199, the last having been all his fault. [Color=E610B8]"Ask him how Ghost Hawaii is."[/color]