[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)
[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/1072256323997151362/Screenshot_20191006-040735_Instagram.jpg]Current Outfit: Header Image[/url][/center]
[hr][hr]

It appeared that Max and Pietro could agree on something. Charles was about on equal footing as Magento in terms of morality or best dad awards. Casper was a testament to that, as was the whole M-Pox fiasco. When his people were dying, it was Magneto that offered a helping hand, not Xavier. But he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. If Charles was the way into this man's good side, Max would take it. Maybe they shopped at the same wheel depot? Or felt each other's plight? Whatever the reason he needed information and dissing the one man they knew would get them an in wasn't the brightest idea. But then again, Pietro wasn't the brightest mutant. Max was about to interject himself, to derail the speedsters train of thought before he insulted the building this mutant had built, but before he could there was a massive explosion. 

His head jerked towards the direction of where the sound had come from. He didn't know what had happened, but surely one of the groups had just ran into trouble. The alarms blared all around them, either for intruders or more likely, a hull breach. Max looked back towards the mirror, Neil didn't seem to be getting whisked away into space just yet, but that didn't mean he wasn't in danger. He focused on the mirror at hand, looking at the location he wanted to get to as his free hand was now outstretched with his pointer and middle finger out with the others curled inwards. He made a sweeping circular motion, trying his best to open up a portal betwixt them and him. Cosmic sparks flew but nothing happened. He tried once more, but not even sparks manifested this time. It was an odd feeling having his magic fail in space. He'd always assumed his powers were tied to the cosmic fields of the universe, but now that he was out in space, his powers were failing more than usual. He took in a slow deep breath, exhaling to center himself before his emotions got the better of him. Strange told him he needed more control, he couldn't rely on his raw emotions to fuel the spells. He felt the spark of magic once more, dancing across his tongue like pop rocks fizzing against the surface. [Color=aba400]"Neil, hang tight. I am trying to locate you. I have visuals but something is blocking my teleportation. Is Magneto a threat to you? Are you at risk of combat?"[/color] He may not be able to get to Neil, but hopefully at best he can send him some undead support if he needed aid in combat.