[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] Blackbird - Asteroid M Docking Bay
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] Telepathy 
[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/540051583430295574/1072030188843577394/IMG_6201.jpg]~Fit Check~[/url] [hr][hr][/center]	[i][color=cc33ff]I don't want to be with Max. If he annoys you too much, knock him out and put him in the back of the Blackbird,[/color][/i] Guin proposed to Pietro. Besides, she wanted Pietro on the opposite team to her - the mental link between the two of them made communication even easier. And if something happened to her group that made Guin unable to telepathically warn the others, Pietro would know. If it hadn't been for that advantage, Guin would've put him in a group with her. He wasn't as incredibly overprotective as he used to be, but still overprotective enough. 

	Her eye twitched at Max's reply. She started the day not even really remembering who he was - and now, she hated him. She wanted to punch him. But she thought better of it. Xavier was always telling her she needed to stretch her powers more. And before she even really thought about what she was doing, she went inside of Max's mind. She made a few key edits. Well, really just one. Every time Max said the word [i]plan[/i], he'd forget how to move in any manner other than skipping. No running, no jumping, no crawling, no walking. Only skipping. It'd be a short effect - just a minute or so - but Guin didn't care. 

	She felt a little guilty, but what was done was done. 

	[color=cc33ff]"Alright, let's go,"[/color] Guin said, taking the opposite exit to Carolina's group. [hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=12ABB0]Neil Spellman[/color]
[img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/78/61/0f/78610f71429e2863b08dcca4b724f649.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]	[color=12ABB0]"Could you maybe make an illusion of Magneto?"[/color] Neil whispered. Maybe it was Magneto through that door, and if that was the case, nothing they'd make an illusion of would be likely to scare him away. But if it wasn't Magneto, then Magneto was one of the scariest people that Neil could think of - especially here, on this metal space station. Annie knew who Magneto was too, so her illusion of him would hopefully be more accurate. 

	But ideally, Bethany's powers would work and would get them to the hangar where the others were - waiting with their ride to get out of this place. Then they could all get back to the mansion and Neil could go back to plotting D&D campaigns and anxiously trying not to think about what was bothering him. He gave a small encouraging smile to Bethany. He trusted her. And he trusted Mira. And he trusted Annie.