[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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Pietro’s words made no sense to Max at first. Strange didn’t care about himself. He cared about the cosmic good, about the wellbeing of their cosmo’s and all that affected it. Then again, those who didn’t know Strange, the ones who’d only heard of him or met him in passing, they’d see it differently. His calculations and priorities might seem cold or self centered much like how the mutants on Genosha felt about the X-men, perhaps the X-men felt that way about Strange. Each branch only focusing on a smaller scale than the next and incapable or unwilling to broaden their view to see why it was that the others refused to help. Max was seeing that now, how this team that he used to think was so well constructed and whom he looked up to, whom he later saw had flaws or morality, now were just others who were no different than himself or anyone from the Mutant Underground. Each of them had their flaws, and each of  them had their own personal demons they were fighting in order to stay afloat. It didn’t excuse Xaviers actions, but at the very least it helped to shed some light on how any of them could show their face in public.

Miranda chimed in. Cutting off any train of thought that Max had had and launching him into a confused flurry of faces. He’d know idea why she had brought up Pietro’s cleptomania, that is not until she’d mentioned the mirror. If he was being honest, his comment before was just a throw away one, not meant to be taken seriously as he had doubted any of them would carry such a thing. But here was Pietro, pulling out a small ornate mirror that was meticulously wrapped before being handed to him. Max stared in disbelief for a moment, before finally he thanked the speedster with an elated laugh. He focused in on the mirror as a strange man rolled out from another room and made their way towards them. Max’s initial instincts told him to fight, to run, but that wasn’t what they had spoken about. They were to avoid fighting unless attacked first. The man seemed nice enough. Max paid half attention to what it was that he was saying as he spoke to Pietro. He ran a finger along the outer rim of the mirror, tracing its reflective surface as he muttered some mystic words and the reflection was replaced with that of Neil. Max moved the image around a little, trying to see where it was that Neil was, though the hallway looked just like any other he’d seen in this place. They seemed to be heading in towards a larger room, and he had an idea as to who might know where they were, but first.

[color=aba400]”Neil, it's Max. We’ve landed and are searching for you guys. This place is huge. We’re at the docking bay, can you get here?”[/color] Max spoke the words though they never left his mouth. Silence took over as he mouthed each syllable before finally his spell was spoken and the words would appear inside of Neil’s head. He’d be able to respond, though whether he’d get back the full length of his message was up to how well Neil handled it. Max turned the mirror towards the man before them, who claimed he’d keep his lips sealed. [color=aba400]”It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Lindan, and for my sake I hope you keep that no snitching policy. I’m searching for my friend, do you recognize this location?”[/color] To Max it may just look like any old hallway, but to someone who may have been spending some time up here, there may be some small differences Max couldn’t see. Places were funny like that. Like twins, they could be identical, but there were always some minor differences to tell them apart.