[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]: Basic Spellcraft, Fashion, Perception, 2 Grimoire Spells l
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Max waved at Mira from the other end of the War Room as she had decided to walk down the hall instead of taking the portal he'd made. To his defense, he mostKY got around with portals, attempting to practice and perfect his use of them so that if a situation like Asteroid M happened again, he wouldn't falter. In doing so, however, it did mess with his scale of distances within the mansion a bit. Hardly taking the halls to the kitchen when he could appear within it, same for being at others doors. So the idea that the War Room was just down the hall was partially lost on him until he'd gotten his bearings across. [Color=aba400]”While I'd love to open rifts to everyone being called, I have no idea where they are. So I'd need several more spells to be able to do that. Not that I couldn't, just that it'd be more time efficient if they each made their way here.”[/color] 

A gust of wind entered the room, and Max was all too familiar with what, or better yet who, followed behind it. Pietro arrived with Guin in arms, [color=aba400]”In all fairness, nothing takes that long when you're a speedster. Actually, out of real curiosity, how fast can you travel from east to west coast? Like record time?”[/color] It was clear that the others would take longer to reach the War Room downstairs. They didn't have portals or speedsters, just two legs and the urgency to get here. Slowly but surely everyone began to file in, but what was most concerning was what Annie had just said. [Color=aba400]”Hold up there Penguin, what do you mean Mary sent a distress letter about not being able to hold on?”[/color] 

Max wasn't aware of how many others here knew of Mary's predicaments. Between the evil alter ego he faced back in WandaWorld as well as the flaming chicken of death that stirred within her. He didn't want to say anything too revealing in the event that this wasn't that sort of disaster, but there was a fear in his stomach that it was. [Color=aba400]”Is she burning up? Or is this some other form of trouble we should worry about?”[/color] Max looked towards the others who had entered along with Annie. Searching them for some sort of answer before finally landing his gaze back at Guin who had called them all here in the first place.