[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] Asteroid M 
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] Telepathy 
[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/540051583430295574/1072030188843577394/IMG_6201.jpg]~Fit Check~[/url] [hr][hr][/center]	Guin was flung back into her body, opening her own eyes again to throbbing pain in her head. Miraculously, they weren't dead. The damage from the explosion had been repaired, thanks to the mutant master of magnetism - the world's greatest supervillain - and her father-in-law. Magneto. Even in her wounded state, Guin managed to narrow her eyes at him. She didn't have much of a relationship with her father-in-law, given that he was Magneto and she was a member of the X-Men, and that he had been abusive to her husband. The last time she'd seen Magneto had been at her wedding, when he had rudely shown up - with Miranda, actually. 	

	Exodus, of course, was being a whiny little bitch. [color=cc33ff]"God, enough with the fucking Bible cosplay,"[/color] Guin snapped. [color=cc33ff]"We get it, you saw [i]Life of Brian[/i] once and it changed your life."[/color] She hated his guts. It hadn't even been twenty four hours since he had attempted to kill her husband. And she intended to return the favor. With extreme prejudice. 

	Then, her husband turned up in a gust of wind. Guin didn't need to be able to read his mind to know that Pietro was terrified - both of his father and of Exodus. [i][color=cc33ff]Deep breaths, it's okay. I won't let them hurt you,[/color][/i] she whispered into his mind. She was holding one hand to her head wound, doing her best to stymy the flow of blood. And then not too long later, Max came onto the scene, panting and telling Magneto that he had to let them go. 

	She had to resist the urge to roll her eyes at Max. He was breathless and sweaty for his dramatic entrance? [color=cc33ff]"Despite what this fuckwad said, we aren't here to destroy anything,"[/color] she said, nodding towards Exodus. [color=cc33ff]"We're just here to pick up our friends, then you're free to live your Death Star fantasy up here, [i]Erik.[/i]"[/color][hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=12ABB0]Neil Spellman[/color]
[img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/14/ff/e6/14ffe62e672e7bce82f6c1f466157a8f.gif[/img][/b][/h3][hr][b][color=12ABB0]Location:[/color][/b] the Asteroid
[b][color=12ABB0]Skills:[/color][/b] Necromancy
[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/540051583430295574/1073121327063498852/celebrity-style-style-timeline-2008-04-stsl05_itboy0803.png]~Fit Check~[/url][hr][hr][/center]	Neil had felt the death. He was sure of it. Lance's life force had been extinguished. It was a weird sort of sixth sense, the ability to hear the death scream... but he had it all the same. Neil nodded, before focusing again, reaching out with his abilities. At first, he was uncertain. But then he tried again, and this time, he could feel the pulse of life. 

	[color=12ABB0]"...Maybe it was another world's Lance..."[/color] Neil said, feeling uncertain - and [i]ashamed[/i]. Next time he sensed a death like that... he wouldn't say anything. He didn't want to be wrong again. Being wrong about something like math or a D&D rule was one thing - but telling people someone they knew had died, and being wrong about that? That was a wound. That was something that couldn't be brushed aside easily. 

	He continued on with the others, hoping that they'd run into more of their companions along the way.