[h1][b][i][color=aba400][center]Maximillian Gray[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/1107862430182297690/Max_Header.png[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=aba400][b]Location[/b][/color]: Space, the final frontier
[color=aba400][b]Skills[/b][/color]: (clothing creation)
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A strange feeling came over Max as Lance spoke about his incurable headache. It was both what he'd said and the way he said it that made him worry about Lance. Watching as he walked away without saying so much as another word before exiting the spacecraft. It left him alone with Carolina, another one of his current team, and someone from his past as well but in more ways than one. He wasn't quite sure how to react to her statement. For one he was glad she didn't dislike him, for another it felt strange to need to reforge bonds with someone who he'd previously shared trauma with. It felt as though it was only yesterday that they stood before a being of death as they traversed across Limbo, and now it was as if she was seeing him for the first time. [Color=aba400]"Right. Later then…"[/color] He found himself saying as she left him there alone for a moment. 

Max waited, staring out at the expanse of space before moving his sights back onto those before him. He was the odd man out. It made him yearn for the days of the Mutant Underground. Made him miss his time with Dr. Strange. At least in those places he knew where he stood. Max made his way down, joining his party before Pietro decided to tear him a new one. Clearly he was going through some things, and although he appreciated Miranda's attempt to calm him down, Max felt as though this was something Pietro needed to get off his chest. He tried his best not to talk back, to just listen as the speedster ranted towards him, venting frustrations that had clearly begun well before he ever came into the picture. When he finally finished he had a clear thought. These fuckers needed therapy. 

[Color=aba400]"I never said I thought I was better than anyone else. And it's clear I had missed out on the issues happening back here while I was both cryogenically frozen for a long period of time as well as dealing with several issues that popped up around Genosha. I had no idea Lance's father had gone missing…though I find it strange that Strange hadn't offered to help with a spell…unless…"[/color] Max stopped himself, not wishing to think aloud what had come to mind. What if this had all occurred during his death, while Max was stuck in Limbo. That would explain the absence for sure. [Color=aba400]"Unless it happened during my time in Limbo. Either way I can try and implore what spells I have at my disposal to help. Both here and in search for the Hulk. And for what it's worth…I'm sorry you guys have had a crappy time lately. "[/color] Max said as he attempted to cast a locating spell for Neil and Ed. 

He followed the gestures as best as he could recall, but not an ounce of magic even poured out of him. Max froze for a moment. He'd never not had spell energy come forth even with a failure. [Color=aba400]"Don't suppose anyone has a mirror? Or something reflective? Much easier to cast the spell on an object like that than to create a disc out of thin air."[/color] Max said, looking towards the group. He'd decided not to answer towards Carolina for now, though it appeared the X-men had a lot of family issues and drama that needed to be resolved.