[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 nodded somewhat absentmindedly at Pietro's request for her to not overdo it, right before he rushed back off into the fray. That would've been the smart play - it would've been the good thing for her to do in terms of her own health and wellbeing. She had pushed herself to her limits and a little bit beyond, drained and weak from connecting with so many minds at once. She watched as people rushed in from portals and the hallways, as they hurried onto the Blackbird, as Mira got the ship prepared to take off. Slowly, Guin rose to her feet on shaking legs, as Lance came up to her, talking about head counts. 

	Not everyone was there. They were missing people. And Guin felt like she would vomit up blood if she tried to reach out telepathically again, but how could she not? How could she not push herself more and more when lives were on the line? Everyone on the asteroid - well, almost everyone - deserved to live, deserved to get on the Blackbird and make their way home. None of them deserved to die for Cortez's disgusting game. Maybe Exodus. But no one else. 

	[color=cc33ff]"Shit. I'll reach out, tell them to hurry their asses back here,"[/color] Guin told Lance, before smiling slightly at Carolina and shaking her head. [color=cc33ff]"Just help get people onboard."[/color]

	At Max's plan though, Guin resisted the urge to roll her eyes - barely. But she couldn't help but be mildly offended, that he was acting like there were no possible telepaths around, and she was [i]right there[/i]. Maybe it was out of compassion that he didn't ask her to do it, but she didn't care. She wasn't weak. She wiped her nose, dislodging a mixture of wet and dried blood, before taking unshaky steps forward. [color=cc33ff]"I'm in."[/color] Did she trust him and his crazy plan? No. But if it saved lives... she had to try. 

[hider=Roll Request]Guin will fulfill the telepath role in Max's plan.[/hider][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]	They felt ill as Pietro whisked them to the hangar, as they made it to the Blackbird, dragging Anne Cortez along. She hadn't woken up yet thankfully, just a silent shell that Neil made sure made it onto the plane, even as they would have shed no tears over leaving her behind. And even though the world was still spinning a bit, Neil did their best to help others - to usher people onto the Blackbird, helping those who needed assistance, and trying to find seats for everyone. The ship hadn't been intended for a hundred mutants - but it would have to do. 

	Then Max suggested an ancient ritual, and Neil's chest filled with hope. Of course Max knew some deep magic! He must know how to save everyone at once on the ship, probably even safely teleport them down to Earth through some pocket dimension lost to time. They grinned slightly at the thought, at the realization that they could do this - that the X-Men would save [i]everyone[/i] that day.