[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, Telepathic Attacks, Problem Solving, Perception, Mechanics, Engineering Design 
[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/540051583430295574/1072030188843577394/IMG_6201.jpg]~Fit Check~[/url] [hr][hr][/center]	Guin [i]really[/i] was not having a great day. She hadn't been able to switch with Exodus, but at least she had gotten to beat the shit out of him. That had been nice. It was probably the one real highlight. Going off into space had lost its appeal after their odyssey to find Lance's dad, so even being up on the asteroid was more annoying than exciting. And she was quickly finding herself annoyed with the newer members of the team. Gods, was she [i]old[/i] now - was that the problem? She suddenly felt elderly, at the ripe age of twenty-two. 

	The main thing ruining her day at the moment? A sudden explosion of mutant power, courtesy of Of-All. An explosion that ripped a hole into the exterior wall. Her body slammed into the wall, and her head was ringing. She didn't register it at first, but her hair was sticky with her own blood, courtesy of a head wound. She heard Pietro's voice chiming in her head, but she didn't have time to think out a response. They were about to die, sucked into the cold vacuum of space. An image of what she was seeing was the only thing she conveyed to Pietro through the mental link. 

	Before she had time to come up with a plan though, Lance had sprung into action. [color=cc33ff]"I didn't know this was space-proof!"[/color] she exclaimed, shocked to see that his light bubble was holding. Exodus' attempt to plug in the hole hadn't worked. But with him distracted, Guin saw an opportunity. And they [i]needed[/i] that power to avoid dying here. She closed her eyes and concentrated. It was always harder without a physical anchor point. 

	When she opened them again, she was in Exodus' body. [color=cc33ff]"It's me, by the way - ya gurl,"[/color] she explained quickly. She didn't have much practice with telekinesis, but how hard could it be, right? It was just like the Force and Guin LOVED Star Wars. She focused on the bits of debris and whatnot, imagining it coming closer, pulling back in. She needed to reseal this. Her mind was zeroed in on the task at hand. But as she attempted to force a fuse of the broken bits to the exterior of the ship, the paneling ripped and teared, the hole becoming [i]bigger[/i] and [i]deadlier[/i] and [i]more dangerous[/i]. 

	The bubble that contained her body, Lance, and Jaclyn ended up getting shot out the hole, into the cool, harsh expanse of space. Guin gasped - not for air, although she hadn't been thinking much about keeping Exodus' own TK bubble up. [color=cc33ff]"Oh, come on! That's not fucking fair!"[/color] she cursed, gripping with Exodus' TK and doing her very best to drag the light bubble back into the ship. It was almost there, but not quite. [i][color=cc33ff]Sorry, Mare, you're gonna have to take a number.[/color][/i]

	Her mind was racing. [color=cc33ff]"Jaclyn, try to use the power to teleport or something - get to another portion of the ship, now!"[/color] The wizard [i]had[/i] to be able to teleport, right? If he couldn't, then what was the point of being a wizard? Ironically, she was almost hopeful that Magneto would roll up and repair the damage. They could use someone with control over metal right now... [color=cc33ff]"Lance, maybe it's time for you to do your thing?"[/color] She figured the Hulk could survive the vacuum of space. Even if they couldn't. [hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=12ABB0]Neil Spellman[/color]
[img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/14/ff/e6/14ffe62e672e7bce82f6c1f466157a8f.gif[/img][/b][/h3][hr][b][color=12ABB0]Location:[/color][/b] the Asteroid
[b][color=12ABB0]Skills:[/color][/b] Necromancy
[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/540051583430295574/1073121327063498852/celebrity-style-style-timeline-2008-04-stsl05_itboy0803.png]~Fit Check~[/url][hr][hr][/center]	Neil almost skidded and fell to the ground, as the station rocked. His eyes widened. They were in [i]space[/i]. He had never been to space before. But he had watched enough movies and read enough books to know that [i]explosions[/i] and [i]space[/i] were not an ideal combination. Especially if people wanted to keep on living. He had died before, and he had come back - and he didn't know if he could do it again. But more importantly, his friends would die - [i]for real[/i]. And everyone on this station would die - [i]also for real[/i]. 

	A part of him - not small, yet not big - felt... [i]content[/i] at that idea. 

	The rest of him was filled with a deep sense of shame. 

	He had become attuned to death. He couldn't speak to ghosts and keep someone from dying, but he could raise their body. There was an energy to it, a force. And as he reached out with his senses, to see if anyone had been harmed in the explosion... His eyes widened again. He looked at his friends. He didn't know what to say. He didn't like Banner - but wishing this on him... [color=12ABB0]"Lance is dead,"[/color] he said hoarsely to the others. As he said it, he felt the weight of those words upon him. [color=12ABB0]"I don't know how, but... He's gone. I'm sorry."[/color]

	He knew some of the others here were friends with Lance. He had never really liked him - running around in a group with an out of control, over dramatic tiny Hulk? It wasn't his idea of a great time. Plus, Lance's temper had been a huge issue for Neil before he had learned to turn green. 

	Max's voice whispered in his head. Neil furrowed his eyebrows, trying to think hard, but instead... He just felt an emptiness. They had lost someone. [i][color=12ABB0]Lance is dead[/color][/i].