[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 (Wardrobe Suite Hallway)
[color=aba400][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Conjuration [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/363556781537886208/569057266058264586/Screenshot_20190420-030727_Instagram.jpg]New Outfit[/url][/center]
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 Max nodded at Veils requested, knowing now wasn't the time to fight or bicker. Havok and him would have to put aside their differences if they were to work as a team and help the others out. He motioned for Havok to follow him, leading the pair down the Hallway Max had just come back from and seeing the familiar metal door. He may not recognize the material, but all metals melt...right? [Color=aba400]"How much do you know about Jack? Like his family and stuff. I'm curious if the X-gene runs in his family seeing that Casper and him both seem to have it you know?"[/color] Aside from serving as small talk in the way to the door, Max was beginning to wonder if all this closing doors and hounded X-Men was his father's doing. He was here and could've worked for Shaw, but that was just speculation based on happenstance. He didn't expect Havok to answer, let alone to any form of friendly to him, but boy did Max hate awkward silences at times.

 Once they were about five feet from the door, Max held his hand out for Havok to stop. [Color=aba400]"I think I have an idea for how to get this door down. I'm going to try and create something to help amplify your powers so that they come out in a steady, concentrated, beam to help melt the lock on this door. Figure that's safer than you blasting while I'm by the door."[/color] Max took a moment, gathering his mind into a steady stream of consciousness as he took some deep breaths and calmed himself. He focused on his task, crafting a large magnifying glass, rimmed with gold and held down onto the ground by it's two large feet made of gold. Its focal point was aimed at the doors lock so that Havoks blasts would melt it off. [Color=aba400]"Shes all yours."[/color]

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[h1][b][i][color=CC99FF][center]Peter Jackson Bernard[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[Center][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/8080e3fa779521be33c1f02deac9ce50/tumblr_mijj7jTC091r6w305o2_r1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=CC99FF][b]Location[/b][/color]: Inside the middle train > Car
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 Jinx took her hand in his, lifting it softly to his lips as he kissed her knuckles. [Color=CC99FF]"The pleasure is all mine I'm sure. Now hows about we see ourselves out of this sad cage and onto a new life?"[/color] If he was honest with himself, Jinx would believe that this mission was too easy, something that the Three-in-One could've accomplished easily without the need of others. They had stopped the train, could locate the prisoners needed, and he's sure they wouldve been able to worm their way into the minds of the pair in order to have them happily come along to the club. So why the charade? Were they planning on Jinx and Anastasia to turn down a meeting about this elusive Genosha that they speak of. He shook his head, figuring none of that mattered now. They had taken the mission and completed it ease as well as freed some brethren along the way.

 Jinx began to made hi way off the cart, keeping an eye out for any potential threats, as well as making sure that his two new allies didnt try to run away. He reached for a his pocket, just shy of grabbing his phone when he remembered that it had been crushed earlier that day. A scowl appeared as he blew another bubble and slid his hand back out. He wanted to check on Wanda, see how she was doing, and he wanted to meet with Casper to gain some more information on a few things. This was all a huge mess and he needed to find a way to fix it. Requiem was always a nice buffer for him, and with that gone, all sense of familiarity was quickly slipping like sand between his fingers. He needed an anchor and he needed it now.