[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]: Basic Spellcraft, Conjuration[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/596347699486261272/675191496856567839/tumblr_p9emi78Pdn1u8r3nho4_500.png]New Outfit[/url][/center]
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None of this sat right with Max. But Veil's question hit him like an arrow to the heart. [i]Can we ask anyone to test this out?[/i] The question ran through his mind over and over again, each time leading him down an empty hallway with a pitch void at the end. Max felt as if he could stand in that eerie place forever, debating the morality of it all within his mind's eye while the world passed him by. As usual though, Ben would have his piece. Ever the hero he was, volunteering to be the test subject of the ritual. A hot tear ran down Max's cheek as the Spirit Box had cut out and returned back into static. He couldn't meet either of them in the eyes, shame filling him as he listened to Veil speak. She'd stumbled upon the same idea Max already had in mind, noticing one key difference. She left someone out.

In Max's original theory he had wanted to implement four people. James as their primary healer to help restore the body, Casper as their resident soul practitioner to help transfer the soul, Max to help facilitate the ritual itself and add aid where it was needed, and finally Callie to add a spark of life to whomever they choose to bring back. As he listened to Veil's plan, and thought more on it, he figured she wasn't too far off. The number three appeared in most religious contexts as a 'holy' number. There was the trinity of Christianity, the triple goddess of magic, even in the PJO books did they harp on the number three. By removing Callie from the equation there was a chance that Veil had stumbled onto something incredibly important. 

Max stood and stretched for a moment. [Color=aba400]"You two have given me a lot to think about, I'll make sure to try and get as much as I can from Pixie. If you find the location of Ben's body, I can take us there to retrieve it. Xavier can't be the only one beating fate after all."[/color] Max turned the Spirit box off before waving his hand and having a portal reappear back at the Green Lagoon. [Color=aba400]"Sorry Ben, can't have that thing running all day. But I'll be sure to keep in touch if you wanna stick around with me for a moment longer."[/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]: Green Lagoon
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Harry chuckled at Legion's joke. He wasn't wrong however, the five of him would be nothing compared to the literal Legion behind David's eyes. Still, Harry didn't care about all that. If he had to impress and relive each day with a new aspect of the man before him, he would. To an extent Harry could understand where Legion was coming from, sure he never lost days or missed swaths of his life, or at the very least he hadn't since he got clean, but he did talk to his reflections much the same as one would another person. Each one Harry had always viewed as a separate entity of himself. Life, much like light, was a massive spectrum. And every one of his clones was just another wavelength of Harry's self that was able to exist when they parted.

Harry had closed his eyes, blinking only for a moment before opening them up again and being surrounded by what felt like a new world. Legion looked much the same, but Harry [i]felt[/i] different. When he looked down upon himself he appeared much like what he'd envisioned when he was younger, back at Xavier's School for Gifted Children. He'd seen a lot of Ben10 growing up, and loved the way that his sister appeared in her form of light. So much so that when his powers developed he believed he could become like her eventually. A part of that survived with Harry, helped him visualize his powers when using them. His skin glowed a deep purple, shimmering with the colors of the rainbow every fifth heartbeat. It was how he could tell each clone apart, each one was a separate color from the spectrum of light that he called upon. Harry's was always yellow, though when they all combined it made the missing sixth color, one that technically doesn't exist, purple. 

Harry examined himself for only a second, cutting back towards David as he asked him a question. [Color=E610B8]"This…is amazing. What is this place?"[/color] His eyes were wide like a child who'd just seen an incredible act. A moment passed before he realized he'd never answered his question. A smile formed on his lips as he nodded his head yes. [Color=E610B8]"Of course you can. Though I appreciate you asking."[/color]