[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=aba400]Maxamillian Gray[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/1120141739236282439/Copy_of_Copy_of_Dark_Blue_and_Gold_Aesthetic_Tarot_Desktop_Wallpaper_.png[/img][hr][b][color=6644ff]Location:[/color][/b] Limbo
[b][color=aba400]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
[b][color=aba400]Spells:[/color][/b]Basic Spellcraft 
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Klara seemed to have no issues with her tiredness. Then again that was the way of adults wasn't it? To be cursed never to have as much energy as the child in the room. After all, how could then when life itself was so draining day after day? He wanted to caution her against the Green Eyed One, to caution making bargains, but he didn’t find the words to do so. After all, how did you undercut a God of Death right before their eyes inside a realm of demons? Max blinked, and when he’d opened his eyes again he was in a new location. A sitting room adorned with bones and long pig leather if he fashioned a guess. He looked towards the pair of horses and then back towards his companions. The talks of sleep once again sounded like honeyed words that comforted Max into wanting to comply. But he knew better, he knew not to make deals. He felt a hand pressed against his shoulder, pushing him in close as he let it happen as exhaustion rolled onto him in waves. [color=aba400]”Bad vibes? From a God of Death? Pssshhh.”[/color] He tried to lace his words with sarcasm, to make his point evident that she was on the nose with this one, but his sluggish nature caused him to yawn between each feigned question. He smacked his lips as he tried to glance towards the god once more without being obvious that they were talking about them.

Max’s vision was still blurred as his eyes fought to stay open, his mind clawing to stay awake. Whatever spell that had been placed upon him, it was put there by a god, and he would be a fool to think he could break it. No. Strange had taught him better than that. Strange had bested would-be gods and those of equal power. That was what it meant to be a Sorcerer Supreme, and Max was a Sorcerer Supreme. If the Green Eyed One was somehow counteracting his attempts at conjuring winds of negation, perhaps he needed a different approach…an unconventional one. Max looked over towards the tea, knowing he couldn't take the offering yet still needing a beverage. His hand lazily lifted, fingers swirling in the air around a nonexistent lid as if he was swirling an iced coffee. Magic poured out and soon after he was holding a triple venti vanilla sweet cream cold brew in his hands. He took a long sip, the caffeine hitting him like a melody as he let out a sigh of relief. [color=aba400]”No offense, but I need something stronger than tea. Besides, haven’t you heard? I'm broke, have nothing to offer, especially nothing valuable. ”[/color]