[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=cc33ff]Guin Stark[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/2c7919d1c6222c4f923a38e3e509c948/tumblr_inline_odikgj8J1Y1rifr4k_250.gif[/img][hr][b][color=cc33ff]Location:[/color][/b] the Mall!  
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] Telepathy, Deduction, Problem Solving
[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/540051583430295574/1072030188843577394/IMG_6201.jpg]~Fit Check~[/url] [hr][hr][/center]	There was no answer from Pietro's unconscious mind. Guin did her best to keep calm, even though she felt like tearing off her own skin. This wasn't going to be like Muscles - it [i]couldn't[/i] be like Muscles. Pietro wasn't going to die. And if he was dying, then they would save him. And if they couldn't save him, then she would resurrect him. Heroes came back from the dead all the time. It was practically a rite of passage at this point. Everything was going to be fine. Everything was going to be fine. Everything was going to be fine. 

	Guin forced herself to take another deep breath, as if that would keep her heart from exploding out her chest. [color=cc33ff]Pietro? Please, babe, say something to me...[/color] Guin had to resist the urge to scream and shake him, to mentally force him awake. But she knew the best thing they could do for him right now would be to focus on healing him. She stayed by him as Lance left, seconds stretching out into a horrifying eternity of limbo. Guin's heart tore itself into two bits that could never quite be stitched back together. She imagined ripping Exodus' spine out through his throat. She imagined burying Pietro, dressed in black. 

	She didn't want to focus on it, but she saw that bleak future stretched out in front of her. She'd lose her true love here. And it would shake her. Maybe enough that the Narcotics Anonymous meetings wouldn't help anymore. Maybe enough that she'd lose her moral compass. Maybe she would set the entire world on fire, just to see it burn. Maybe she would bring out a technological doomsday, an apocalypse of sentinels. Maybe she would become something of pure apathy and hate. Maybe...

	Guin breathed in again. 

	Everything was going to be fine. 

	Lance was back now - Guin nodded as he explained the plan, beginning with quickly stitching up Pietro's wounds. [color=cc33ff]"Okay, let's do this,"[/color] Guin said, her voice sounding calmer than she felt. Every time she closed her eyes - every time she so much as blinked - she saw Muscles dying in front of her. And when she opened her eyes again, she saw Pietro there, dying. Her hands were somehow steady as she picked up the needle, and extended out her left arm. She had done something like this before - not a blood transfusion, but something else. 

	She got the needle inside of her - and then, once Lance gave the go ahead - she put the other needle end into Pietro. [hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=12ABB0]Neil Spellman[/color]
[img]https://media.tenor.com/utcTh7EAY9cAAAAM/anakin-skywalker-darth-vader.gif[/img][/b][/h3][hr][b][color=12ABB0]Location:[/color][/b] the Mansion
[b][color=12ABB0]Skills:[/color][/b] Necromancy, Telekinesis
[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/540051583430295574/1073121327063498852/celebrity-style-style-timeline-2008-04-stsl05_itboy0803.png]~Fit Check~[/url][hr][hr][/center]	Ordinarily, Neil would've withered at that rebuke from Max. He never would have dared to upset a powerful ancient mage like that. But he wasn't entirely himself right now - he never was entirely himself when he tapped into the dark forces that allowed him to reanimate the dead. Or maybe he was himself. Maybe this was who Neil Spellman really was - some gaunt creature of darkness, almost human but not quite. He didn't say anything to Frenzy, as the zombies continued to try to rip and tear and devour her. 

	Instead, he answered Max curtly, still gazing in his direction with his haunting yellow eyes. [color=12ABB0]"You killed them,"[/color] Neil echoed. He hadn't been fazed by Max's display of cosmic power - by the tombstones or the cosmic energy that had manifested in the garden. Ordinarily, Neil would have been. But not now. Not like this. Neil was connected to [i]something else[/i], twisting and altering his perceptions, causing the extraordinary to seem so... mundane. [color=12ABB0]"Why did you kill them, Max?"[/color] Neil repeated. 
	
	Paradise. That concept caused Neil to laugh ever so softly. Mutants weren't the only ones who had bled and died in the name of paradise. People like him and Max could never really exist in one though - the snakes could not live in the garden. The devil could not be amongst the angels. Those touched by dark magic could not dwell in the light. [color=12ABB0]"I can smell the death on you. You're drowning in it."[/color]

	He then turned his head back to Frenzy, as she had managed to fight off one of his clown zombies. And then, calmly, with utmost focus, Neil pelted her telekinetically with rocks.