[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 Basement
[color=aba400][b]Skills[/b][/color]: [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/363556781537886208/569057266058264586/Screenshot_20190420-030727_Instagram.jpg]New Outfit[/url] Conjuration[/center]
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With every pop if the light, Max's shoulders flinched more and more and more. His eyes widening as he froze, watching the darkness look closer and closer to him until it was finally pitch black. All that could be heard was a soft squeal, the squeak of a mouse who had met its final fate. This was the worst possible outcome. Not being trapped, or found, or a potential fight, no, but being in complete and utter darkness. His fear began to take over him, hands trembling as he looked around for any source of light. There was a bamf and then another followed by a soft thud. [Color=aba400]"L-Leighton?"[/color] Suddenly there was a sharp breeze blowing past his ear, the sound of something smacking against the wall as he jumped in place and tried hard not to cry. A flash of yellow appeared, two dots glowing amidst the umbral sea that gave him pause and caused shivers to flow up his spine. Why did it have to be darkness? He attempted to move but his legs wouldnt listen, standing still quivering beneath him until there was the sound of the door again trailed behind a familiar voice.

Oh thank god Callie is here! She could manipulate lightning or something so perhaps she could get some light back in the room? But would that still be possible without any bulbs to conduct? His mind started racing, looking for any idea as to how to escape this nightmare of his until finally it paused at the most unlikely of thoughts. Raving outfits. Bright glowing clothes with LEDS, filaments, and other such sources to light up a darkened room for a colorful night. There was another loud bang as someone was tossed in the darkness and he knew he needed to act quick. Max concentrated on the task at hand and created two glowing ponchos, one for Leighton which shined a bright pink and another for himself which was a baby blue. Each appeared by their feet and Max picked up his, placing it on himself. [Color=aba400]"Leighton grab your glowing poncho! It should help us see in the dark."[/color]

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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]: Waiting for a train.
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Jinx sat there scoffing at the idea that it was all due to their telepathy that the kill went off without a hitch. Did they even know Shaw? Know of his powers and how pathetic the three in one's powers were in comparison? No, they may be smart but they're not exactly bright. He would let them believe that they were the ones responsible for his downfall if that was what it took to shut them up. As for the remark on Jinxs powers, he rolled his eyes so hard they could've fallen out of his skull. He didn't leave Magneto, he left the Brotherhood. He was still working under Magneto, still within the mutants grasp, and that showed him all he needed. Just because he had left the Brotherhood didnt mean that Magneto couldnt utilize his powers if needed. Besides, Wanda would've killed Jinx had he continued to run his mouth near her so leaving was most likely a safer option. It was true that she was kind to him and showed him how to harness his powers into more lethal weapons, but even the biggest saint would have a hard time not getting annoyed by the boys antics.

There was a short sigh as he looked out of the Jeep window, thinking back to those days of training, blasting holes into the yard as he tried so hard to impress Wanda with his skill, one they seemed to share. He left the group with dreams and ambitions, much like other youths who leave for New York I'm Hope's to become a star. His ambition however came with a price, and that price was being a grunt for the Hellfire Club until he would be able to take down this human government and its leader. He didn't see his leave as a betrayal or anything of that, it was a transfer within the same company as far as he was concerned. The main difference being that now he was in the heart of hatred, where purifiers ran rampant and he could kill to his sweet content, or just jinx their lives to be worse for their days. His eyes snapped back as he finally heard what theyd be doing and he looked back out the window once more [color=CC99FF]"Do what you wish, just don't fuck this up ok? I'll do my part and you do yours."[/color]