[h1][b][i][color=aba400][center]Maximillian Gray[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/5a6ceed5-6797-42a7-b036-32ae2a75bb83.png
[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=aba400][b]Location[/b][/color]: X-Mansion
[color=aba400][b]Skills[/b][/color]: l
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Max figured he probably should've been more descriptive in his speech. Having misunderstood what the others were saying, while he definitely didn't mind the atmosphere of 1800's London, he'd more meant he wished for the game to be [i]like[/i] Sherlock Holmes. Piecing evidence together and jotting what they thought down in a notepad without the aid of a list of possible items or suspects. But he wasn't going to argue about having a handicap like this, so he took the pad from Mira and watched as one by one everyone began to enter the game proper. 

He'd stepped inside, and the world around him had shifted. He could practically hear the sound of rain pitter pattering outside, softened by the windows and walls of the building as it collided with the pavements of Baker Street. London was always so dreary, more so when there was a murder afoot. After all, every good murder mystery happens during or just before a storm. Max looked at his data pad, and started to glance around from where he stood. Before him was Hyde Park. A lovely little thing with fall leaves fallen down onto the ground and a center fountain for people to converse by. To his right, or the fountains left, seemed to be some form of in home museum, the view of bones barely peeking through the angle of the opening from where he stood, and to its exact opposite was a disheveled room with books and pages strewn here and there, some even on the floor. No doubt the room of the famous detective himself, Holmes. [Color=aba400]”Right then. I believe this atmosphere is perfectly adequate for our endeavors tonight. Should a concerning crack of thunder followed by an all too illuminating flash of lighting occur, then I believe we'll be that much closer to an answer…or that much closer to death ourselves.”[/color]