[h1][b][i][color=aba400][center]Maximillian Gray[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/rmBRrwyf/image.png[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=aba400][b]Location[/b][/color]:  Green Lagoon
[color=aba400][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Basic Spellcraft, Conjuration[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/596347699486261272/675191496856567839/tumblr_p9emi78Pdn1u8r3nho4_500.png]New Outfit[/url][/center]
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Max tossed the rubber ball up in the air a few more times, answering Veil as he waited for Callie to say her goodbyes and cross through the portal. [Color=aba400]"Not yet no. But I have a few theories on how I could talk to Ben. Especially given now that there appears to be more on souls than I had even considered possible."[/color] He tossed the ball up again. Callie crossed through the portal and Max waved his hand for it to close behind her so they could finally have some privacy. Without wasting a second, Veil dropped a bomb on Max. One arm lay outstretched before him while the other was towards his side frozen in the wave he used to close the portal. Stunned didn't even begin to describe what he was at that moment. The racquetball came falling down, hitting him in the face before bouncing off and rolling on the floor towards the girls. 

Callie was kind enough to fill the silence with further explanation about what it was Veil was talking about. Max laid in his bed for a few more moments. Thoughts running through his head. He recalled meeting Jack's father back at the Cherry Bomb. His grotesque lab, the crazed state they found Nightcrawler in, and the choice Emma Frost had given Leighton and him. Max took a deep, sharp, breath in. Exhaling slowly as he sat up and off the edge of the bed. [Color=aba400]"I can only assume you're telling me this because of my plan to help resurrect mutants? So. I have a lot of questions if that's the reason why. How long do these clones take to grow? What's needed for them? Does that jackass have control over them or are they truly free? Let's not forget what he did to Jack not too long ago. How did he manage to get the soul back? Or is that even actually Jack? And finally, at least for now, what's the cost? I doubt he'd be willing to help us out of goodwill."[/color] There was a slight edge to Max's voice. It was clear he had a bad relation with Mister Sinister, and his eyes wouldn't meet Veils or Callies, he almost wished he could see Ben right now just as a form of comfort.

[h1][b][i][color=E610B8][center]Echo[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/9FWbx1tc/image.png[/img][/center][hr][center][color=E610B8][b]Location[/b][/color]: Green Lagoon
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If you hung around Sunshine enough it wasn't hard to tell when something's shifted inside of her. Harry couldn't quite tell exactly what it was, whether it was the subject matter of their conversation, the amount of friends and family leaving the table, or perhaps that the conversation had somehow become three sided, but something changed fundamentally inside of Sunshine. Marrow politely asked him if he wanted any drinks, to which he responded [color=E610B8]"Pimms cup if they have it, Mojito if they don't. And if somehow that's not an option just something refreshing and light if you could?"[/color] Harry hadn't really taken a look at what they had, for all he knew there were concoctions named after the 'Heroes of Genosha' which made him wonder if there was a drink after him, and what it would taste like. 

Once Marrow had left, He turned in his seat to face Sunshine. [Color=E610B8]"First off, are you two even old enough to drink? Or is this another one of those Genosha things? Secondly, what's wrong kiddo? I can see something's eating away at you and I'd be an ass not to try and help at least."[/color] He moved closer towards Sunshine, leaving enough space so she didn't feel smothered. [Color=E610B8]"Especially when it's helping someone as amazing, sweet, and special as you, so spill. Talk to me, let's see if there's anything I can do."[/color] Though if he was being honest with himself, he doubted there was much he could do. More often than not he felt washed up, like a bad clone.