[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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Max rolled his eyes at the man. That wasn't even close to the same sort of thing.  Every hideout he'd been in was essentially rubble piled together safely enough to be called a roof, but even still he could recall the different cracks and bends of the various hideouts he'd spent time in while with the Underground. It was like driving through an old neighborhood, and being able to tell where you were not just by street names but the trees and pieces around you. You could see a still of a field and recall that was where your first kiss was, or perhaps where you'd made a best friend. It was clear that this Linden character wasn't enamored with his work.

Neil's words cut through Max like a familiar friend. He stood there, dumbstruck as the wind whirled around him from Pietros speedy exit. No doubt he was heading towards the scene of the explosion, towards Neil's death. He didn't have time to think, only act. Max looked at the floor, noting the marks caused by Pietro's sudden burst in speed. [Color=aba400]"Follow him!"[/color] he yelled as he took to steps before he was engulfed in an orb of black and appeared back at the hangar. He'd closed the distance, but there was still so much to go. He sprinted, running as fast as he could until he saw the shadow of Magento, past him was Guin, Jaclyn, and…Lance?! [Color=aba400]"You're alive?!"[/color] Max managed to croak out in between gasps for breath. He looked towards Magneto, a man he'd worked under twice now. [Color=aba400]"Let them go. You can't force people into paradise. We need a safe haven, but it must also be a safe space. No kidnapping."[/color] His words were tired as he spoke, panting, exhausted.