[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 swung his arm around Avery's shoulders as they mentioned they would be joining the group heading towards the Shi'ar. [Color=aba400]”Yes! I was worried I'd be the only one of the three casters heading into the final frontier that is space. Well, there's the ocean but honestly I'd sooner take my chances in space than whatever lies beneath the murky depths of the Ocean.”[/color] He said before snapping his fingers into a finger gun towards Ed. [Color=aba400]”Stay safe out there, all of you. We are but a Bi-Frost away should anything go pear shaped ok?”[/color] Suddenly there was a burst of tendrils coming out from his husband, who proclaimed he was coming with. Shock ran through Max and without any ability to protest quickly, they were transported.

Surrounded by an array of flashing lights and colors that would make even one of Harry's shows seem mundane, they now stood on the crystalline bridge that led to Asgard. A man he could only assume was [i]The[/i] Heimdal, awaiting them before they entered the City of Asgard proper. The place looked like something out of a fairytale, not just the bridge itself but the golden buildings that stood stories tall, the decorations, fabrics, halls. Max could spend days here and never tire of the mysteries that lay beneath the surface, yet they didn't have days. Merely a handful of time to request an audience to speak to the Shi'ar before they were whisked away once more to another foreign planet. Max made sure to take in as much of the location as possible so as to attempt his own portal back to Asgard should the need ever arise. 

Of the X-Men, only four had actually joined them on the mission to go offworld. Avery, Carolina, Lance, and Mira; with Klara and Runa as their Asgardian diplomats and intermediaries as well as his husband Ben. He hoped someone was good at talking, because if he was being honest, while he was quite the yapper, Max wasn't exactly the best at diplomacy. He held Ben's hand as they walked a few steps before coming to a halt. In stark contrast to the world of Asgard, this place was more Silver than anything. Metallic structures as far as the eye could see, almost artistically so. If he had to place the styles under earthly terms, Asgard felt more Art Deco while Chandelar felt more Nouveau. At the very least at first glance. 

While a few of them discussed their next moves, Max stood in place trying not to stray far from where they had landed. It was believed some guards or envoys would be meeting them here and leading them to where they needed to be, but even that wasn't certain. Max knew nothing about this race of people, not one that he had bothered to study up on while away, but the idea of an entire lineage being erased by a weapon of theirs was enough of a deterrent to be on his best behavior. He didn't know if that extended to Ben or Dorian, and if he was being honest, he had begun to wonder about his lineage in general for some time now. There was a book back at Strange's Max never bothered to open, let alone touch. Mostly because he feared the answers within. 

Max pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the here and now. On Ben, this world, and his mission. [Color=aba400]”We're a long ways away from New Orleans now. And hopefully so are the Kingstons and kids. You know…you didn't have to come, but I'm so glad that you did.”[/color] He said as he smiled warmly towards Ben.