[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]: Morlock Tunnels
[color=aba400][b]Skills[/b][/color]:[/center] Conjuration[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/363556781537886208/569057266058264586/Screenshot_20190420-030727_Instagram.jpg]New Outfit[/url]
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	Max thought for a moment, recalling that James had mentioned needing some sort of Shrink Tubing for the generators. Something that they were unable to accquire during the raid. [color=aba400]”Hold that thought. I think I had an idea. Hey Stretch!”[/color] Max quickly made his way over towards Jack by the portal, waving at those across it as well as a final see you later wave to Leighton. He felt bad that she was currently entering a new location all by herself, these past two days must of been such a whirlwind for her...he remembered what it was like to be new to all this, to not have a home. He quickly shook the thoughts away long enough to ask Jack to search the internet for a picture of the missing piece. It took [i]forever[/i] to load, Max could practically hear those dial up tones he heard so much about growing up. 

	With the image finally loaded up, he could get to work on his master plan. Ofcourse, however, he’d never really tried to conjure things outside of various canes, clothing and accessories, as well as fire, so this...this was a challenge. He held his hands, cupped together, and concentrated on the image. The usual energy began to glow and swirl between his palms, it began to grow and expand and Max began to wonder just how many he was creating. With its final manifestation, he had...a fluffy Panda Pillow? Ok, that clearly wasn’t right. He held the pillow under his arm and tried once more, his mind popped back to a text that appeared on Jacks phone whilst looking at the image. [b]”u down to chill 2night?”[/b] Ofcourse Jack already had someone hitting him up, why would he think otherwise? Max began to realize just how foolish the notion of being able to be with him was, as well as how sought after he probably is, with the ability to change form he could be anyone’s type. Ofcourse, this stray string of thoughts created a new fluffy pillow...of Jacks face. Pink began to over take Max’s face as he became flush with embarrassment, quickly opting to conjure a searing fire that dealt with the new creation, burning it down to ash and hoping no one saw. He cleared his throat saying [color=aba400]”That wasn’t appropriate, given that message and all. What? James did you call me? Sorry gotta go, work never stops ya know? Haha”[/color] Max quickly walked away, head held low and not looking towards Jack at all, handing off the Panda Pillow to Grimlock as he walked by her. 

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[h1][b][i][color=CC99FF][center]Peter Jackson Bernard[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[Center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/363556781537886208/573753152474447892/source_1.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=CC99FF][b]Location[/b][/color]: Frost International/ Hellfire Club Sublevel
[Color=CC99FF][b]Skills[/b][/color]:[/center] Carni-Gymnastics, Perception
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	Jinx snickered to himself as he watched an elevator full of employees have to make way for them. This was more like it, humans  subjugating to mutants, making sure that they knew their place and didn’t dare to speak back. As soon as the elevator began to descend, Jinx found himself trying [i]very[/i] hard not to annoy Emma Frost. His hands stayed in his pockets to avoid pressing all the buttons, his swayed back to front on his heels trying to avoid jumping in place, and his mouth was tight lipped as he repeated to himself [i][color=CC99FF]Where we going? Where we going? Where we going? Are we there yet? Where we going?[/color][/i] over and over again, hoping that Frost wasn’t reading his mind, and if she did, she’d realize it was a big mistake.

	Once they finally reached the floor, Jinx immediately opted to rush out of the confined space. His contortionist days were over and he wanted to spring free. His hands, now out of his pockets, went straight up as he went forwards into a cartwheel, his foot grazing the elevator wall just enough to potentially ruin the lovely trick, but his skill allowed him to complete it just fine. As he propelled himself out into the room, everything was upside down to him, but he found that having a different perspective on things could often help. Besides with all the blood flow now going to his brain, he must be getting smarter...right? As he made his way in an unconventional manner, turning around and looking at the ceiling for any cameras, security, or other measures that could help them in their investigation. Sure, there was the giant obvious drag marks, but Requiem could work on that; his mind was basically built for tracking weird metal or paint scraps, or finding the tiniest tuft of fluff and knowing it came form some Persian piece of clothing or what ever it was spies did.