[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's head was spinning, the pain pounding from her over-extension. She [i]really[/i] needed to practice more. Other telepaths probably would've been able to connect to every mind on this station without doing the mental equivalent of pulling a muscle and twisting an ankle simultaneously. The headache was terrible and she kept her eyes closed in order to block out the light - a trick she'd learned ages ago for dealing with migraines and she hoped it applied here. [color=cc33ff]"I'm... fine,"[/color] Guin mumbled, as Pietro asked her after having set her down next to the Blackbird. [color=cc33ff]"Just... overdid it."[/color]

	But with so many lives on the line, how could she do anything but?

	Even with the pain, even with the headache, Guin reached out once more. She felt like she was on fire, her mind burning as she connected with as many minds on the station as she could - as she instructed them to run to the hangar as fast as they could, that time was running out, that they needed to escape. And as she let go, as she ended the psychic rapport, she felt the blood flowing freely from her nose once more, and she felt faint, she felt exhausted and weary - able to move, able to think, but sluggish, like her body was buffering from the strain. 	


[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=12ABB0]Neil Spellman[/color]
[img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/86cec6d38d47218f7dafbb840a74b7f1/2089eac01cae8eb6-05/s250x400/1e755ce4912f22c6e13fb41c2a3d9d26d767286b.gif[/img][/b][/h3][hr][b][color=12ABB0]Location:[/color][/b] the Asteroid
[b][color=12ABB0]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/540051583430295574/1073121327063498852/celebrity-style-style-timeline-2008-04-stsl05_itboy0803.png]~Fit Check~[/url][hr][hr][/center]	Neil grimaced slightly as they helped to tug the floating Anne Cortez along, as Perry mentioned her feelings of worthlessness. They could understand - especially now, when there wasn't much that they could do. They couldn't reach into people's minds, they couldn't forcibly evacuate everyone from the station. There was no threat to fight, just a clock that was slowly but surely running out of time. [i]They[/i] were running out of time. All their mutant powers and they had no way to turn back the clock, no way to give them a chance to get every single person off of this station. 

	But that wasn't comforting, that wasn't going to make Perry feel better. And they did want to help her - did want to encourage her, to help her feel valuable and like a member of the team. Truthfully, they liked her - she felt like a friend already, someone they wanted to get to know more, someone they'd love to invite to the D&D table. [color=12ABB0]"All we can do is help out where we can,"[/color] Neil said. [color=12ABB0]"I know it's not a lot but... Every little bit helps."[/color] They had to believe that - had to believe that even the smallest actions mattered.