[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]: Cherry Bomb [color=aba400][b]Skills[/b][/color]: [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/363556781537886208/569057266058264586/Screenshot_20190420-030727_Instagram.jpg]New Outfit[/url][/center] [hr][hr] He didnt know why, or how, but this raven haired girl had a way of making him smile and helping melt his worries away. He was starting to wonder if her mutation didn't give her the ability of empathy or control over others emotions. His lips began to curl at the corners, a smile threatening to overtake his face as she finished her uplifting speech and held his hand pulling him inside. He'd never been to a bar before, only knew them from movies or T.V. shows that he'd watch growing up. Max immediately scanned the area as he walked in, taking in the sights, the people, and looking for any other doors or exitways where they might be or in need of a quick escape. He noticed a door marked with a sign that signaled it was stairs leading down into a basement. Well if that wasn't exactly what was needed he didn't know what was. Now the question was how to enter it. In D&D it would be as easy as a sleep spell, but no one here had the ability to calm people down enough to slumber, nor the ability just just make them pass out. Not unless Glimpse was capable with her telepathy. That thought was placed on pause as Max noticed a man standing by Jack, speaking what appeared to be casually. Was this a bar that Jack frequented? Ome druggie and an alcoholic? No, that couldnt be it, old acquaintance? Real.old by the looks of it. It didn't quite sit right with Max, it appeared the blonde family was all chummy at their table, a few of the team hit the bar but Jack was the only one speaking to someone aside from Glimpse at the other bartender. Max took the seat next to Leighton, having heard the barman ask if there was anything he quickly added. [Color=aba400]"Coronoa Extra, Lime and salt, wings-hot, celery and blue cheese please."[/color] He wasn't quite sure what all the cocktails were, nor did he want to pick a drink overly effeminate for fear of being beaten up in a bar during a mission. A Corona would have to do. He began to tug on his sleeve as his stomach began to turn, he hadn't actually come out to anyone, fear always lingering about how he'd be perceived by others. But being around Leighton and the others, it made him feel a lot safer, and he needed to make sure he had their backs too. He began to eavesdrop on Jack's conversation, listening in for any clues he may be getting, or any details to explain who this stranger was. The more he knew the less he'd have to be filled in later. This wasn't exactly the information he had expected to hear coming from the two. Max let go of his sleeve, his eyes glancing over to Leighton as he turned his head and covered his mouth so only she could see it. He mouthed to her saying [i]what the fuck?[/i]. That walking bag of leather was somehow Jack's father, and more so, Jack apparently had a child. He wasn't sure if his not knowing of it made him more or less irresponsible than leaving a kid behind to play superhero detective. Or perhaps that's why he was so good with Sunshine was because he's already been through it all with his own child? This wasn't the mystery they were there to solved but it was definitely something to hold on to. [hr][hr] [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]: Hellfire Club HQ Elevator [Color=CC99FF][b]Skills[/b][/color]:[/center] [hr][hr] Jinx beemed as Emma agreed that he deserved something worth equal value. Too caught up on the high of the kill to notice the venom in her words as she spoke. Before he knew it she had grabbed hold of his body and flown him across the room closer to her. The rubber tips of his converse squeaking a bit as he was initially dragged, his eyes widening as he realized he may of just messed up. Once the motion had stopped, all the tension that surrounded his body had moved over his throat and began to conatrict the air flowing into him. It would be cool in a Darth Vader way had it not been his own life on the line. He could feel the lack of oxygen as he tried to breathe, short small gasps of air barely reaching his lungs as she droned on about some Greek Tragedy. His eyes darted around looking to see if no one would help him and it was there he realized he was truly alone. Figures. She kept mentioning a word, one he didn't quite understand and could hardly think of as the blood pounded in his ears and the lack of oxygen began to make him giggle. The laughter was in short bursts, interspersed between gasps for air until finally it all stopped. Her grip was released and he fell to the ground on all fours gasping for air, as the wind got sucked up harshly, burning his lungs until he was finally able to stabilize his breath. He felt his hands around his neck for a moment, rubbing it softly. He stood up slowly, his eyes never leaving Emma's as he backed away slowly towards the elevator. After a few paces he finally turned his back and felt his phone crble within his pocket. Fuck. Why was Magneto so upset? He had some spicy info on a nazi box and figured Magneto would want to know about it. Probably still bitter about leaving the Beotherhood to join the richer version with a lot less family values. He ignored the Three in One speaking about him and just made his way into the elevator, waiting for the door to close before finally speaking. [Color=CC99FF]"Does anyone know what this Clamydia thing she kept going on about is?"[/color]