[h1][b][i][color=aba400][center]Maximillian Gray[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/363556781537886208/532086118167085056/tumblr_ojwo5iHH021qhodd8o2_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=aba400][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Palace: New York City, New York.
[color=aba400][b]Skills[/b][/color]:[/center]Conjuration
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 Max continued forward towards where the guards were headed, attempting to follow the two assailants that harmed the Queen. The whole time he was wondering to himself why he cared, why bother saving a fictional person from a fictional world. Then again, he wasn’t fictional, and chances are neither were these people; the knowledge of whether death in this timeline meant death in the regular one was unknown and as a decent person, he couldn’t abide by someone getting harmed while he stood idly by. Thoughts flashed through his mind, trying to sort out which memories belonged where, as well as why Wanda would lie about her knowledge of this world. Something was up.

 All of that however, had to wait, Max had spotted one of the 
Human Resistance members (funny, how were they any different than the Purifiers?) a man who seemed to be stopped at an exit by Pietro. Clearly these people didn’t plan too far ahead when crashing a large mutant soirée. [color=aba400]”Not another step further! Alucniv!”[/color] Anger rushed through Max as he faced against another bigot against mutants, his hands were covered in cosmic dust and energy, his eyes glowing like two nebulas staring straight at her. He moved his arms as if he was conducting a symphony. Thick metal chains began to appear and form from the walls and floor. One wrapped around the man’s left wrist, the other around his right, one managed to snag him neck and the final one gripped onto his waist. They held him down in place, locked to the floor. [color=aba400]”Why?! Why would you do this?”[/color]