[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] New Orleans Botanical Gardens
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] Telepathy, Deduction, Perception, Investigation[hr][hr][/center]	The panic she was feeling was smothered out only ever so slightly through Pietro's use of their psychic link, but there was no way for it to be gone completely. Not with the stakes that were at hand. Gambit approached Mary, and Guin's stomach twinged with unease - they'd rushed into this situation with only half of a plan, gambling that they'd be able to make a positive impact here. And it wasn't like the usual stuff that the X-Men did, fighting some megalomaniacal villain - this was Mary. This was one of their own. 

	It was like they were approaching the edge of a cliff, about to fall off and dive into the unknown. 

	[color=cc33ff]"Everyone - everyone just take a breath, and give her some space, okay?"[/color] Guin said, her heart beating quickly. She didn't want to startle Mary, and wanted to try to lower the amount of stimulus around her, so Guin tried a trick that had been used to help her when she'd first started being able to hear thoughts. It took her a few attempts, partially from her own nerves, but Guin constructed a telepathic bubble around Mary - preventing the thoughts from the outside world from drifting into Mary's mind. 

	It should help, at least keeping her from having to have to actively filter out others. As for whether Annie's plan was a good idea... Guin wasn't sure. She didn't know what to do in this situation, and it was killing her. She wanted to be assertive, to have a fully formed plan and execute it. But Perry was already overwhelmed, Jaclyn was saying things that Guin wasn't processing, and Mary seemed to be holding on by a thread. 

	[color=cc33ff]"....Mary. Can Annie and I help you?"[/color] Guin asked softly. [hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=f26522]Avery Spellman[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/86cec6d38d47218f7dafbb840a74b7f1/2089eac01cae8eb6-05/s250x400/1e755ce4912f22c6e13fb41c2a3d9d26d767286b.gif[/img][hr][b][color=f26522]Location:[/color][/b] Chandrilar
[b][color=f26522]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Avery held themself very still, their eyes trained on the Shi'ar ruler. They suddenly felt woefully ill prepared for this sort of situation - there weren't exactly classes at the school on intergalactic politics, or maybe there were and Avery just didn't know about them. So instead, their naturally quiet personality took over, and they were practically frozen in place, allowing others to talk while they were somewhat tongue tied. If they said the wrong thing and it doomed the galaxy, they'd never be able to forgive themself -

	... especially not in front of Max and Carolina. 

	They couldn't help but notice that the ancient mage was quiet as well - perhaps best considering what tact to take with the Majestrix? Or maybe he was quietly whispering with the man he had brought along, using some sort of spell to conceal it from their sight. 

	"I understand that this is a great ask, and that your people have no love for the Phoenix," Runa cautioned. "But if you would do this for us, you will have both Midgard and Asgard within your debts, and I will grant you a boon."