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Maximillian Gray

Location: Lincoln Memorial
Skills: Perception, ConjurationNew Outfit





Max was the last one to step through his portal. Always worried that if he didn't someone might get left behind on his account. The day had started out grim, and it only got worse from there. Hebwas mentally beating himself up over this, had he not gone missing, had his powers worked properly, the X-Cutioner wouldn't of had this opportunity at the Glitter Factory. They wouldn't of been searching for them, and maybe they wouldn't be having to solve such a huge crisis with such limited people. They'd talked about the idea of asking the Hellfire Club, given how reluctant the illustrious X-Men were to show up, or at the very least Charles Xavier. He balled his hand into a fist, anger coursing through him before Casper began to talk to himself, or Ben, it was hard to tell at times. It seemed their ghostly scout had found out that the X-cutioner was the bomb, and theories came pouring out. Max listened carefully to each as he considered his own.

"We need to move under the assumption that he does have a Deadmans switch. And that teleportation can be an issue, so to those who have seen it first hand how does he do it? James you mentioned a device? Is it a belt? Wristwatch? Anything we can go off of more. That way if I can see him make a motion towards it I can at least try to bind his hands the other way." Max reached into his bag and pulled out his digital camera, noting the time before pressing his eye against the viewfinder and zooming all the way in. The extremist was holding a large red button device in his left hand, perhaps a detonator of some kind. He passed the camera to Zari, pointing as to where to look. "He's holding a red button in his left hand. Either a detonator, or a red herring, I don't know. Zari, Waves, can either of you feel any tech in it? Can you guys disarm it without his knowing from this distance? It could afford us some time if he goes to use it and it doesn't work. The confusion would only give us a moment, but it could he a tide turner. Aside from that I'm on board with Callie's plan. I'll...I'll have to think of where to send him..."

Max clearly wasn't ok with the idea of sending him to space. He wasn't here to play judge, jury, and executioner. They had to be better than who they were up against, and he had seen people with his power attempt to play god and it wasn't pretty. Max thought on calling for help from Wanda but last he knew of her she was most likely joining the X-Men for her brother. His mind went to Strange, but would he just seem incapable and needy? Or was it Hubris to think he could handle this without his aid? The line was thin, and Max was unable to see it. He gave a defeated sigh for a moment as he mentioned for Zari to return his camera. "Veil if things go bad, if you think we can't do it alone, give me the sign, I'll try and get help here. Even if it's just them...I'll trust your call."

Echo

Location: Lincoln Memorial
Skills: .




Harry felt absolutely useless as they went about disarming bombs. There wasn't much of anything hr could do except for pace and wait for it all to be over. When the penultimate bomb was defused he was beginning to look concerned. It was nearly done, just one more to go, and yet there wasn't any resistance at all. This last bomb, the Lincoln Memorial, it was going to be big. When he crossed the portal and saw the barrenscape, save for the few college kids about, he thanked his stars that there would be minimal casualty if a fight did break out. Just as he was beginning to see the brightside, Casper delivered the bad news, and Veil compacted it into a greater warning. They had one shot, one chance to get this right. This wasn't even a fight, it was a delicate dance on a razors edge, and Harry wasn't sure if they could keep up.

He tapped his fingers against his lips, thinking. There wasn't much he could do to stop him from teleporting, save ruining his hands or eyes. But even then Harry wasn't sure how delicate of a touch the tech needed. If it was the slam of a button he could do it even if he only had a stub. "Just let me know what part I need to play in this and I'll play it. I can distract, blind, or just keep blasting him, but I'm sure we want him alive." It wasn't just a question of a deadmans switch, it was a question of morality. "Veil if things go south...I love you little sis."



Matthew Madigan


Location: Road to Merlins Tower (Outside the Guard Gate)
Skills:





Matthew stood there in silence as he could hear some semblance of sound coming out of Colby. He couldn't quite make out the words, the sound of blood rushing through his ears creating a sound so loud it seemed to take hold of everything else. He noticed the glance, that mischievous glare that Colby got when he had one of his ideas. But Matthew was still unsure on what to do, who to trust, and if Colbys plan would work out for them. Whydid she run? Why did she leave us like that? Open, vulnerable? Why couldn't she just- Maddie pulled himself out of his own thoughts, not wanting to go down that rabbit hole. His eyes caught something, a shape, a motion. What was it? When he was finally able to focus himself he realised that everyone else was now running. Merlin was running

There were words cresting Merlins lips, ones Maddie couldn't decipher. Was he asking them to run? To hold together? Was he casting a spell? Maddie decided that he didn't care. He didn't want to wait to find out how this story would end, he chose to make his own narrative and follow suit with the others. His legs followed one by one as his pace picked up, running faster and faster as his grip tightened on Colbys hand and wrist and he pulled him along. He was part cat after all, so he should be lithe, nimble, fast. He should be able to keep up. Matthew went into a full sprint before finally pulling himself and Colby through the guard gate, continuing past a line of trees before he finally skidded to a halt as he turned as saw Merlin lay down a barrier to keep the guards out. Maddie's grip softened, turning to face Colby as he just shook his head in disbelief and leaned against a tree.



Kwassi Asokho





Location: Batron Homestead
Skills: Photographic Memory : 16



Kwassi was about to point out to Oliver that it wasn't an EMP that they had agreed on. In fact they all agreed it would be something akin to it but not at that level. They wanted stealth tech, something that wouldn't even rouse suspicions if it went off. But before he could correct Agent Sullivan, the woman most seemed to call Sparky, went off and began to say how everyone misunderstood her plan. Kwassi tried hard not to roll his eyes at how she was misunderstood. Even though this was one of his ideas from the get go, she simply modified it with a better understanding. Ofcourse Spider-Man chimed in to help drive the point home and by then Kwassi saw no point in creating an echo chamber.

In all honesty Kwassi was unsure if her outburst was due to the immense pressure riding on this mission, or the simple fact that given her pregnant status she was more prone to hormonal outbursts. Whichever the case, he knew better than to argue with her or any of the women here. "Agreed. We are creating dampeners to help cloak our non human allies and allow them to temporarily masquerade as humans. Sparky, if I may call you that, I will be more than happy to help on the Flerken hunt if you believe you can handle this alone." He offered her a smile, hoping to mend any rough patches that may of sprung up over breakfast somehow. They all needed to work together now more than ever, so comradery was a high priority.

Demetri Rowan Howell

Location: Dining Pavillion
Skills:




Demetri grabbed a plate and thought of his father's breakfast. Instantly it filled with thin pancakes that had sugar sprinkled atop with a bit of lemon juice. To its side sit a few fruits, and a Greek yogurt parfait. His cup filled with a rich, thick, cocoa that had one large marshmallow atop that was slowly melting into the drink. When he sat down his sister noticed his change in tune. He wasn't sure how best to answer it so he simply took a small bite of his food as he placed a quizzical finger against his chin. "Hmmm. I mean we've had seven beautiful months, nary a scare in sight, and everything just seems to be going right. I don't see any reason why I wouldn't be happy." He reached across the table and jostled Andy's hat atop her head before finally spotting Zeke covered in snow as he entered the Dining Pavilion.

"Oh that's rich! Normally your mug would dampen my mood but I guess I can say it's ice to see ya. But really mate have ya looked in a mirror? I don't think you snow what you look like." There was a tear forming in thr corner of Demis eye from laughing at the son of Apollo. Seeing Zeke holding the cup of hot chocolate reminded him of something however. "Be right back sis." He stood up from the table and made his way over to the Hephaestus table, not really sitting down bit approaching Lauryn and the rest. "Hey before I forget and get distracted, I've been meaning to ask you guys for a favor. I kinda want to try my hand at building something but I need a guide to show me how. Would any of you be able?" His voice was low so only those at the table near him could hear. Not wanting others to listen.
Echo & Waverley

You Remind Me of The Babe



Location: The Mutant Underground
Skills:N/A



If there was one thing Waverley had learned about the Mutant Underground, it was that movement was perhaps the only constant. Not just in a broad sense, jumping from HQ to HQ when each was inevitably was compromised, but also on a personal level. Rest, true rest, was rare and oftentimes polluted by her own frantic mind. And yet, as she found herself in the shoddy kitchen of the Underground holding a cup of water, she found a small sliver of peace. With Sunshine's disappearance and subsequent reappearance, the turmoil in the tunnels, and now her project with Z, she couldn't resist the urge to let her mind melt to relaxed mush as soon as she was alone for more than a minute. So she let herself lean against the counter, her eyelids limply fallen over her eyes as she held the cup to her forehead, cooling off the skin still slick with stress-induced sweat.

Harry hadn't been able to find the time nor the words to speak to Waverley. He had wanted to say something back in the sewer tunnels but any thought got choked up in his throat and tangled in a knot. After that it just felt like she had been busy doing one thing or two next. As the night began to calm Harry made his way up towards the kitchen, needing a glass of water to help clear his throat from all the kicked up dust as well as to cool off his mind. When he'd walked in he stopped for a moment, noticing Waverly in there leaning over the counter having much a similar idea. He knocked on the doorframe to grab her attention. "Mind if I join you?" He asked as he leaned against the open doorway, resting his weight onto his left shoulder.

As the voice called out into the kitchen, Waverley's head flopped up away from her cup, her eyes lazily fluttering open to see Echo standing there in the doorway. She gave a small nod, making a welcoming gesture that almost looked noncommittal due to her exhaustion. "Be my guest. Zarina's nice and all, but I think it might do me some good to be around someone who isn't a super genius for a few minutes...no offense," Waverley replied, letting out a deep sigh as she finally brought the cup of water to her lips.

Harry propped himself off of the doorframe and made his way into the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with water before finally sitting down. He stared into the cup almost as if he was searching for answers that never came. "No offense taken." He ran his thumb against the rim of the glass, a soft melodic sound resonating from it before he finally stopped and took a sip out of his drink. He fought about how best to approach this subject, not wanting to detract from anything he had said previously or make it seem as though he had any bias. There was silence, and then he cleared his throat. "You know...the first time I met you...well all of you...it was dark for all of us. I didn't fully understand why it was that my sister was here, what was so important. I was so blind to so many things... But then I met you guys and you've all, especially you, shown me just how much I hadn't seen. I just...I hate that it took losing my fiance for me to see it all." Harry didn't dare meet Waverly's eyes just yet, staring still into his cup back at his reflection hoping to see a better man. His voice was low, barely a whisper like a man choking back tears to clear out his mind of weight that's plagued him.

The exhaustion in her eyes quickly found itself accompanied by sympathy as Echo began to talk, her eyes pulling away from their position staring at a wall to instead look his way. She would've usually took a few moments to soak in the validation he was dealing out, but he was clearly hurting. Instead, she let out a deep sigh that filled the silence that his words gave way to, her eyes shifting to the floor for a moment. She stepped forward, closing what little distance the cramped kitchen allowed, and let a comforting hand fall onto his shoulder. "You have to give up everything for the Underground. The less you have, the easier it is to do...I don't think anyone blames you for having someone you needed to hold onto. You're here now, that's what matters."

Harry placed his hand over hers, finally looking up to meet her eyes. He gave her a weak smile as he shook his head. "You are so much stronger than I am. When I first met you, well, if he had given me that choice, asked me what he asked you...I would've taken it. I would've taken anything to bring her back but...in a way I have her here with me now." Harry placed the cup down onto the counter and pulled out a photo from his wallet. He stared at the image for a moment before turning it so Waverly could see. It was the picture of a Fae, his late fiancรฉ. "Not shown there are her beautiful wings that seemed to glisten in the light. You remind me so much of her, like a daughter she never had but would've loved to the ends of the earth. She kept me grounded, made sure my morals were aligned and most of all she made me who I am today. I'm not a hero, I'm not meant to lead or be great. I'm just a musician here to make sure his little Val is safe and somewhere along the line...well...somewhere along the line you showed me that I was so much more than that. Just like how Fae lit a fire in me and made me wish I was a better person."

Waverley went quiet at the mention of Max's proposition. It felt like it'd happened so long ago, much longer than it had actually been. She tried not to think about it when she could help it; she was worried any thought of it would drain her willpower until she eventually gave into the tempting proposal. She let her attention snap to the picture Echo held out, like a mental life preserver, and she leaned in closer, holding the bottom corner between her thumb and forefinger. "She's beautiful...and she sounds amazing. She clearly meant a lot to you." She was quiet for a few seconds, before letting go of the picture and straightening back up. "I-...I'm flattered, but...that was all your sister. If it weren't for her, I'd still be a kid leaking footage of police brutality to my thirteen subscribers trying not to think about college applications. She has this ability to turn whatever fuckup lands in her lap into a hero. It's- I mean, quite frankly it's remarkable. She's remarkable, the most remarkable person I've ever met. Anything you see in me comes straight from her," Waverley deflected, a small smile taking over her lips as she talked about her mentor. While there had been good in Waverley when she joined the Mutant Underground, she'd always felt that it was largely Veil who'd sculpted it and turned it into something that could actually help the world.

Harry couldn't help but chuckled at Waverlys response. Though he agreed that Veil had the gift to mold heros out of anyone, it was because she was capable of bringing out what was already there and refining it into something more. Unlike him, Waverly didn't seem to take compliments easily. Having deflected them towards another instead of seeing the potential she has within herself. "Trust me, I know just how remarkable she is. Though I'm sure she'd still run and hide if she heard me singing 'Valerie', not that it'd do any good seeing as how it's my song of choice to find her even while cloaked. The point is is I can recognize her work, I can see what it is she's done and I am telling you that as much as she has helped you, you've made it that much easier for her to do so. There is such an innate strength and willingness to do good in you that act makes people want to be helped. That's what a hero needs. Someone who can bring reassurance in times of need, to ease the pain or worry by simply being there and having the conviction to do so. And you've got it. You took yours powers and used it to leak police videos, and do good. I took all my years at Xaviers and made them into a laser lightshow to make money playing music." Harry shifted his weight onto his right foot, giving Waverly a cursory glance before offering her a smile. "There's more to you than you think."

Waverley let her hand slip off Echo's shoulder, instead dropping to her glass and bashfully rubbing away a smudge that wasn't there. The sheer amount of compliments he was dumping onto her was a little overwhelming. She was more used to getting validation little bits at a time, nibble by nibble, so this complete compliment onslaught caused her to lower her head meekly and go quiet for a moment. "Y'know, you sound just like her. She said almost the exact same thing when I decided to sit out on my first big mission," she finally said, a small smile stretching across her face. She was quiet for a few more seconds, before giving a stiff, reluctantly gracious nod. "Thank you, Echo. I...I wish I could see me the way you and your sister do."

To an extent Harry should've expected that Veil might have said something similar to Waverly when they first met. They really were twins after all, and even past that they could both see what lay in this meek purple haired Mutant. His lips were slightly agape in a show of small shock before finally curling into a grin before Harry started chuckling. "Of course she did. Always beating me to the punch that one. But she was right you know? I haven't been here much but you've grown so much in the time I have been, I can only imagine how much more you can in the future. Don't diminish your accomplishments, however small, relish in them and know you are becoming a better you. And if along the line you mess up, make a mistake, that's ok. Everyone makes mistakes, it's having to learn from them that's important."

Waves' head bobbed up and down in a series of small nods, bashfully averting her gaze, as though to look at the source of all these kind words would be like looking into the sun, like it would blind her. Oddly enough, she looked more like she was being scolded than praised, with her eyes cast down towards the ground. Still, despite appearances, the words were burrowing themselves into her, causing a light warm feeling to spread out from her chest. "...Thank you. I'll try not to, but...diminishing my accomplishments is kinda my go-to. It's a middle child thing, I think," she replied, giving a small chuckle as she awkwardly rubbed her arm with her free hand.

Harry gave Waverly a very paternal look. The kind that a father would give to signify that they're concerned. He pulled her into a hug and held her for a few seconds before letting go. "Hey I'm a twin, I get it. I mean think of just how difficult it must of been for poor little Val having such a fabulous twin to live up to? Why the granduer, the pizzazz alone! But in all seriousness I understand. And I also know it can't change overnight. But little by little, step by step, I will be here to help you make the way. Know there is a shoulder to lean on, and I'm more than certain that most anyone else in the Underground is willing to lend their too. So chin up, stay strong, and remember that your heart beats to a greater song."

Waverley's shoulder's rose up around her neck as she suddenly felt the feeling of Echo's arms around her thin and stringy body, causing her whole body to tense up. After a moment, she awkwardly returned the embrace. Her shoulders dropped when the young man released his grip on her, and she snickered at his comment regarding Veil. Her lips then softened to a more grateful smile as Echo continued on, her eyes mostly staring at the floor, though they took infrequent breaks to glance up and make eye contact. She filed away Echo's rhyme for later; he really was a musician, with rhymes like that. "Thank you, Echo. It really does mean a lot."


There was a weird mix of energy a out the room. Some clearly eager to use their magic again, while others seemed to be either exhausted or uncaring. Salem focused his attention at the two that were practically bouncing in place. His mind immediately going to the thought of how Lilie must be doing the same thing. Eager to get her lessons on and advance, or at the very least use, her magic. He would've liked to think that even Max would have more energy than the other two in the room. He may not like people, but he seemed genuinely interested in figuring out more about magic and developing his skills with it as varied as he can. Why else would he take up Salems offer to trade lessons for transmutation and evocation. The final student, however, held a different pose from all the rest. He couldn't quite decide how he felt about her. Either she was very good at what she could do, or she was cocky and overconfident.

Salem listened on to the explanation that Professor Leo was giving to the class. He hadn't really thought about how other plant mages may of developed outside of a non plant family. They didn't have much of the knowledge that he, and apparently this raven haired girl, had. At least, not if Professor Leo had to explain about what cuttings were. Salem glanced over towards the overall girl, noticing her look towards him before he turned his attention back towards Leo. Was she sizing up her competition? Or simply just surprised to see another mage who already knows about the subject? If it was the former, then Salem had no cares on how she viewed him. He wasn't here to compete with other mages of his kind. He was here to learn, develope, and enhance his skills for what he would need in the future.

Once the Professor finished his little speech and gave out the pairings, Salem began to make his was towards his table, noticing that Angelica was already there. He slipped his hands into one of his aprons pockets and pulled out a pair of small leather gloves that came up just past the wrist. Slipping them on and tugging on the cuff of each glove to ensure they were snug. He extended a gloved hand out towards Angelica for her to shake. "Salem Spellman. I don't know about 'showing them serious magic' but I am ready to further develop my skills and hone the ones I have. We may be speeding things up, but horticulture is still about patience, practice, and a delicate touch. Don't want to be singled out for knowledge only to wither our cutting on the first try now do we?"



Matthew Madigan


Location: Road to Merlins Tower
Skills:





Maddie snapped back from his thoughts, his hand relaxing as he closed the gap between he and Colby and held his hand. He wasn't sure if now was the best time to come clean about how he was feeling, or if this was a moment for white lies to help them get by. He wanted to comfort Colby, but the words were caught in his throat as he simply shook his head yes. "Y-yeah. I'll be f-fine. N-no worries." He gripped Colbys hand tighter as they marched forward, head still low to keep out of sight. When Megan was suddenly grabbed and pulled by a guard, Matthew gasped, stopping in his tracks and bumping into Colbys shoulder a bit in shock. His eyes began to waver as anxiety took its hold. They began to water and he tried to think of an excuse of some way to get the guard to back off.

Merlin was immediately stopped before he could even start, and several ideas rushed through Maddie's head but each and every one got lodged into his throat. There was a soreness, a pain welling up as he could feel a lump in his throat and it wouldn't let him speak. He was scared stiff, and having flashbacks of when he was bullied. He wanted to be able to say he would stand up for others, he wanted to do the right thing, but all he could do was panic and it was time to figure out if he was in fight or flight. Before he even realised it his mind had already taken in the scenario and decided the guards would go after them next. Megan was gone, he didn't even see when, the world seemed to get so quiet and then suddenly his feet began to move. Maddie tried to run, he wanted to get away, but as soon as his feet moved he could feel the tug of Colbys hand. He ahd forgotten about everyone else, forgotten he was holding him, and he just stopped frozen in fear unsure of what to do next. But if Colby ran for it, then Maddie would instantly follow suit.




Kwassi Asokho





Location: Batron Homestead
Skills: Photographic Memory : 16



It appeared to Kwassi that for the most part a lot of those present focused on the wrong part of his plan. The EMP was an idea, but the general idea was more along what everyone was spitballing. Ways to trick or lower the detectors to allow for their Mutant and inhuman partners to follow through without notice. Sparky seemed to be on the same page as him however, noting the best device to carry out their plan should be small, compact, and inconspicuous like a watch. He wasn't sure if everyone was agreeing with her or him on that idea, but honestly so long as it got done he didn't care who got the credit for the watch idea. Most everyone these days has a smart watch anyways, so having a bit of higher tech on their wrist wouldn't be much of an issue.

Kwassi nodded along to the suggestions, pausing for a moment as he heard about an army of skrull detecting cats. He wondered if flerkens could find other flerkens, making their search easier. Or if they even had time to do such a search. "I can help with the creation of the dampening watch. I'm sure with all our brains combined we can create the software and programming needed to achieve our goal. In the meantime, perhaps a small group could go cat shopping and look for any more flerkens if possible." In these sort of situations it was best to divide and conquer. Getting as much done as possible in as little time.

Demetri Rowan Howell

Location: Zeus Cabin > Dining Pavillion
Skills:




Demetri lay in bed, still asleep, giggling to himself about the dream he was having. He rolled over his bed, grabbing his pillow and cuddling it as he nuzzled his face against it. Demi rolled over in his sleep, hitting his head against a book he was reading before bed and waking him up at the better part of his dream. His hand reaching up to feel his lips before smiling and sitting up to get ready for the day. He reached over and opened up the book on medicinal properties of flowers. He didn't quite understand it but if it was important to Zeke then he figured he could give it a shot. Demetri opened up to the back page, a golden yellow flower pressed there to preserve it from their day at the grove. He smiled, got up, and put on his winter ware wasn't unlike the rest of his clothing, a long black jacket that he buttoned up to the top, his classic black denim jeans being paired with black Doc Martin's. He reached over and grabbed his favorite possession, a black beanie given to him that he has worn everyday since. The scent had long faded away, but the memory was fresh in his mind. Demetri sang to himself as he got ready, for once using his own voice. He didn't bother trying to mimic the artist or be someone else, he just wanted to be unashamedly himself.

"And a falling star fell from your heart
And landed in my eyes
I screamed aloud, as it tore through them
And now it's left me blind

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart."


As he finished getting ready, he looked out from within the cabin, watching the gentle snow fall and thinking of future possibilities. He tugged onto the beanie, pulling it down over his ears as his cheeks already began to glow a soft pink from the cold air outside. Demetri had found himself smiling a lot more lately, enjoying camp more, even sent a letter to his parents asking if he could stay the year instead of only summer. For once he enjoyed himself with others, not choosing to be alone, and for this first time in a while he hadn't shifted for the past month or so. He stepped out of the cabin and heard the crunch of snow beneath his heel. Looking towards thr pavillion and wondering who he might find there. He continued his song as he walked, singing to himself, and hoping that it would be true.

"And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat
I tried to find the sound
But then it stopped, and I was in the darkness,
So darkness I became

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart

I took the stars from our eyes, and then I made a map
And knew that somehow I could find my way back
Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too
So I stayed in the darkness with you"
Maximillian Gray

Location: Mutant Underground
Skills: ConjurationNew Outfit





Max tried to cough out the dust that felt like it had lodged itself into his lungs. Searching for a clean sleeve, or length of cloth on his new garb to wipe away the grey dust splotched across his lips. He watched as James sobbed on the floor, Casper holding him and Waverly joining to some extent. His hand twitched, wanting to reach out and comfort him like he had done so many times before. But the words never came, and he realized he had no idea how to fix this. Callie had asked for one last thing of James, causing a single word to escape him and touch Maxs heart. Help. That was all he needed, for someone to step up to the plate and help him remove some of the burdens he had to bear. "I can do it." His tone was short, and very matter of fact.

"Sapphires in no condition to help, and James has been needing to rest since this morning. He's over exerted himself and he needs our help now. So I'll do it." Max placed one hand on his knee to help prop himself up, moving towards the human popsicle and kneeling down besides her. "Dear gods, please let this work." It was a whisper, a silent prayer, as he was filled with fear of how he might be blamed if this went wrong. He took a slow breathe in, then exhaled. As his chest began to decompress, fire began to grow in the palms of his hands. He worked the flames around the ice, slowly melting it down until she was free of her cage. Max knew he had to work fast now, she was in critical condition, or why else would they have frozen her? The flames dissipated from his hands, turning into a golden light that surrounded them. He placed one hand on her forehead and another over her heart as he attempted to heal her. But the motions were two quick, and he too unskilled. It fizzled out and the golden light vanished. "No, no, no no, no ,no " Max tried again, sparks forming then finally a golden shimmer. The light went I to Stareyes, making her wounds glow as some began to stitch together. She wasn't fully healed, but she was stable

Echo

Location: Mutant Underground
Skills: .




Harry pulled away from the hug, nodding at his sister. Tears still decorating his cheeks. Hebwiped one away before he sniffled. Clearing his throat and listening to the knew information that was being given out. Glimpse's current situation was unknown, but if they didn't stop the bomb then it would be the same fate as all the other mutants in the area, Grim. He already had a plan in place to find and contact Glimpse after this was all over. After all he knew the world's best telepath and he had a way with finding wayward mutants. If he could at least tell him she was safe, that would be enough. "Right, so we're down a telepath and an engineer. But that's no reason to fret. James I think it's best if you stay behind and get some rest. Or at the very least sleep on the car ride there."

Harry looked about the room, trying his best to figure something out. Anything out really. They were already down so many players and the game hadn't even begun. "Zari what do we know about these bombs? Would an EMP shut them off? Or worse trigger them? What's your idea for taking them out and does that require us to get close to it? If so where can we find them? Callie if EMP is an option we may need you on standby to set off a blast if things go wrong. Can you do that? Sunshine, how confident are you in being able to contain an explosion of disease? It doesn't have to be for long, just keeping it centralized in one spot long enough for Max to shunt it away or something. Waverly, how do you feel about working with Zari in trying to defuse rhe bomb. I'm not sure where your talents end and hers begin, but perhaps together you can fill in missing pieces of each other. Much like the tunnels we have to work together, we are strongest then."
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