[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/392257844256440322/615755578182074370/Screenshot_20190826-235213_Instagram.jpg]Updated Outfit[/url]
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    Max leaned his head against the cold wall of the warehouse, eyes closed, as he heard someone approach him and sit down next to him. The warmth of another body’s presence was welcome in these cold times, yet the fact that so many people were asking him what he could or couldn’t do, made him want to tell whoever it was to go away. He was exhausted, and his pride was a bit hurt if he was to be honest. Sure, taking on Wanda was a huge task but...he really thought he could do it. Mano y Mano, spell for spell, but all he did was fizzle out in the face of adversity as he tends to do. Chaos magic...he never truly cared to go to Xaviers or most others in this reality to help quantify his powers, his x-gene, and it seemed he continued to use the same descriptors in this reality as he did in the original. Magick, Conjuration, Spells, but his powers always seemed more sporadic, chaotic in nature, and he did things he couldn’t always categorize. Before he could say anything the person near him spoke, a familiar voice starting a casual conversation with him in a time like this; leave it to James to have casual conversations when the fate of the worlds at stake.

    Max’s eyes remained closed as he spoke, keeping his breathing steady and slow to help regain some portion of his energy back. His lips were moving but no sound was coming out of them, almost as if he was speaking to himself in a silent tone. A moment passed and he turned his head towards James to show that he was speaking to him but his eyes remained closed as he relaxed. [color=aba400]”Heh, you can say that again. What a fine mess we found ourselves in isn’t it? I don’t know the why of how this all happened. The reason escapes me. But that’s to be expected, I don’t personally know Wanda Maximoff. I don’t know why she would have done thus, but I do believe it was her who did it. Her mother...she restored my memories, gave me back who I was, who I am, and I feel that...felt that...it was because she thought I could change the world, take it back from the hands of who ever had done this. It wasn’t till later that I began to suspect Wanda. She was one of the few that I personally knew knew about the alternate reality and yet she kept denying it. So i figured it was either her, or she was afraid to speak of if before the king. The fight today though? That solidified my answer as to believing she did it. The raw power i felt from her spells, what she said to me, and her willingness to fight for this world...it has to have been her. It appears however, that I am not the saviour, I’m not the chosen one, the one who can vanquish her and return reality to its rightful place. I’m just Max from Washington, D.C. The kid who’s help only hurts...hell I’m surprised that I didn’t slaughter half the people during the teleport. I am gonna miss this power though, when we return back to where we belong and I’m back to simple tricks like setting places aflame. Oh, by the way, I just spoke to Casper. He’s fine, hiding away in some S.H.E.I.L.D. base in Baton Rouge trying to get an item that sounds like it came from a legend. Oh and he told me to tell his Baby Boy he loved him.”[/color]

    At this point Max had finally opened his eyes, looking over to Novikova who was asking Max if he could locate Doctor Stephen Strange. A slight sigh escaped his lips as he took in the request. [color=aba400]”I can try to at the very least. Can’t promise anything. Oh, while I’m doing that I have a question for the room.”[/color] His voice was now louder, no longer his soft exhausted tone but more so the sound of someone who was about to ask a potentially important question. [color=aba400]”Who here knows what an Infinity stone is? And can you tell me what you know. I haven’t heard of such a thing in my life but it sounds like its important and a lot like a magical item from legends old or something. Gather your thoughts on it while I search for Strange and I'll let you know when I'm ready to hear it.”[/color] Max closed his eyes and began to search for Strange, finding that he isn't too far off, residing in the city at a nearby hospital as some form of psychologist. He began to speak once more, no sound leaving his lips as he sent a message to Strange.
[i][color=aba400]Hey, you may not know me but my name is Maximillian Gray. I was asked to search for you in an attempt to find allies against the threats of this reality, or I suppose I should say the threat of this reality. You can respond to this message."[/color][/i]
Another message was sent, this time to Casper.
[i][color=aba400]"I'm not in your head, well not in the sense of telepathy i should say. Either way I'm not probing your mind, think of this like a walkie talkie. I know Jack is with you but is he...alright? Does he recall us too? We've had a few run ins with people who don't remember us and we just had our asses handed to us, we need allies and fast. Think you can help?"[/color][/i] As much as Max hated asking Casper for help, he knew that out of the two brothers Casper was the only one who could speak to himself and not be seen as crazy. After all he does it all the time. [Color=aba400]"Alright, I'm ready for a lore dump if you have it. Then I'll give you info on this Stephen Strange character you seem to care about."[/color]