[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]: Human Resistance HQ: New York City, New York.
[color=aba400][b]Skills[/b][/color]:[/center] Conjuration, [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/590396225849917460/Screenshot_20190618-002335_Instagram.jpg]New Outfit[/url]
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	Max smiled at the cute guy who seemed to be the only decent person from this group. Well, that wasn’t entirely true, The two woman who walked in first, seemed to have some more decorum than the rest that shuffled in behind. He mentioned dimensional energy perception was her x-gene, which for the most part fell in line with a similar strand the Queen had. Two abilities that helped its user see into others lives, made sense as to how they may be able to use it to give back the memories of said lives to those they wished. It was clear that Lance was still wrapping his head around which memories belonged where, not that Max could blame him. Next spoke the girl with glasses, who made note that she does in fact have a name, yet still neglected to say what it was, so Max decided to ignore her for the time being lest he make even more enemies in this emcampment. Max began to think about how his locator spell lead him to Scarlett Witch, yet she acted as if she knew nothing of the sort, but why?

	This train of thought was quickly broken by Klara barking at him not to let ‘him’ in, which Max ended up seeing through his portal that the man she referred to was James. James! Finally a familiar face! But that didn’t last long as Klara blasted James with some Eldritch energy before promptly opening up a rift beneath him causing him to fall endlessly for what felt like ten whole minutes. The first two minutes were spent yelling and cursing at the woman, venting out some frustration as he fell. After that proved to be unproductive, he decided to use this time to think on what he knew. James was here, yet no one wanted that puppy dog of a man around, why? Scarlett Witch knew of the reality yet denied it, something her mother seemed to want broken,so the Queen clearly was out of the picture on the who done it. Next was Alex who seemed to be the only caring person, to an extent, within this resistance, there was Lance who was just really cute, not much more than that, and finally the rest of the Red Guard who seemed to be a group of Nick Fury’s with major sticks up their asses.

	As he continued to fall for a few moments more Max wailed out [color=aba400]”Oh my god I’m so booooooored. You, Klara, worst of the line of Odinson’s have made done the cardinal sin of BORING ME! Can you stop this petty game because I [i]really[/i] don’t want to find out what happens when a portal is opened inside of a portal, cuz if D&D taught me anything, its a dimensional rift that sucks all around them into a vacuum and potentially kills them!”[/color] As he finished speaking the portal opened back up and he went straight onto the floor, his nose cracking against its hard surface, and his head in pain. As he lay there, cheek pressed against the cold hard floor, he muttered [color=aba400]”I wish James was here...he’d be able to heal me up. [i]Alright[/i]”[/color] Max placed one hand after the other onto the floor and slowly pushed himself up, feeling his face to inspect the damage. A million ideas ran through his mind, trapping Klara into her own personal hellscape where no one would know the wiser, having her fall for eternity as she did to him (but he doubted she’d be smart enough NOT to open a portal within a portal), setting her on fire, setting the whole building on fire, summoning Magneto through a rift and letting him have his was with these people. So many possibilities. 

	As Max stood up, he held his wrist to his nose, allowing the cotton to soak up any blood that may be leaking out now. He didn’t speak a word aside from a mutter under his breath that was muffled by his arm and shirt, saying [color=aba400]”You tarnish the good name of Thor”[/color] He rolled his shoulders, trying to stretch out the aches and pains from the land as he walked in a circle. He watched as Runa promptly passed out from exhaustion, [i]now that was interesting[/i]. Not everything was as it was in this reality, and he was beginning to think that these “Asgardians” were no gods, nothing more than some form of mortal with the capability for magic beyond the x-gene, something assisted by these items called sling rings. Good, that meant he could kill Klara or at least take her on in a fight if he had to. Max attempted to conjure a knife while Klara was busy with Runa, using it so rip off a piece of fabric from his shirt, and then stuff it in his nose to aid with the bleeding. He then quickly changed outfits into something less...homely. Unfortunately for him, he was able to conjure up a measly ballerina outfit, outstretched in his hands. He rolled his eyes and attempted the feat again but only to achieve the same result. He conjured up his cane in case he needed to fight anytime soon, tossing the damned outfit onto the ground and in a fit of frustration and rage created a fireball in his hands, tossing it towards the creation and blindly hitting Lance by accident, burning him. Max ran towards him, worry stricken across his face, fighting against the pain of the fall moments ago. [color=aba400]”ohmygodohmygodohmygod! I’m so sorry! Are you ok? Damn it! Why the hell isn’t James here!?! He’s sweet, caring, and a damned good healer! By the twelve I swear you all have fucking death wish!”[/color]