[h1][b][i][color=aba400][center]Maximillian Gray[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/392257844256440322/599109958151438346/Screenshot_20190712-012855_Instagram.jpg[/img][/center][hr][center][color=aba400][b]Location[/b][/color]: Hellfire Club: Bedroom
[color=aba400][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Conjuration [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/596347699486261272/675191496856567839/tumblr_p9emi78Pdn1u8r3nho4_500.png]New Outfit[/url][/center]
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There was a sharp gasping sound as Max cling for air. Now sitting upright in his bed, holding his hand to his throat as he looked around the room. A soft thud could be heard behind him as a small soft replica of the planet Mercury landed onto the sheets. There were books and pages surrounding his area on the bed, notes scribbled and glasses lain neatly to the diagonal of a book. The scene looked familiar to him, like a distant memory, as he pieced together how he'd been previously laying down tossing the replica into the air and catching it while thinking about the subjects he was currently reading. Without Leighton around he hardly left his room unless it was to train his powers, but Jinx had been making life for him a little difficult...right? It felt as though he couldn't recall the week that had happened, just heading down into the sewers back the the club and then all that was left was this...dream. It was so vivid, so real, and...

Max thought about his powers in that world, what he could do, what he was capable of achieving when his had mastered control over them. He ripped open portals, took out guards without fail, and was able to lead the life he wanted. The amount of power almost scared him, almost. Wanda's application of them wasn't morally right, but perhaps he could do it better. But first, he had to try. He quickly scooted back towards the headboard of his bed, legs crossed and arms outstretched. He tried not to use any words of power, to just imagine what he wanted and then create it like he did in that reality. The entire room began to glow with his familiar magic until it revealed a mural of space across the walls, ceiling, and floors. He scowled. Ok, try again. He concentrated harder, pushing his will onto the reality that was this room and bending it to how [i]he[/i] wished to perceive it. The glow was now brighter, swirling across the room as it encompassed all until it came to a rapid stop. Everything around him looked as if he was actually in the vacuum of space. The interior was pitch black and expensive, save for the specs of light that littered the false sky across the rooms borders and gave it depth to the infinite. Max screamed in excitement and no sound could be heard. His eyes grew large when he realized what he'd just done. 

He slowly extended one foot off the bed, attempting to touch the floor and finding that it still had purchase. Despite the illusion cast upon the room, it was still solid and retained it's true dimensions. Most would find this scene to be unnerving, terrifying even, but at this point in time he was infinite. Max began to walk about the room, feeling the walls as he made his way around. The memories still fresh in his mind about the other reality, now shifting from his power and Wanda's, to James, Casper, and all the others he'd met along the way. He paused for a moment as his heart felt like it was in a vice grip and he had to know whether this was dream or reality. There was a spell he used back there, one to contact others from a distance. He attempted to reach out to James but it was as if the fear of hearing his voice, the fear of hearing this world was true, wasn't what he truly wanted. Max made his way back to the bed, grabbing his replica and throwing it in anger at the wall, having no sound come of it. He sat down and knew he had to speak to James, reaching out to him once more and grabbing hold of him. [i][color=aba400]"James, I know it's been a while but...this is Max. I'm learning to control my power, expanding it. I hope you're doing well but...listen I need to know. Do you recall another reality?"[/color][/i]

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[h1][b][i][color=CC99FF][center]Peter Jackson Bernard[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[Color=CC99FF][b]Skills[/b][/color]:[/center] Jinx, Pickpocketing 
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Jinx smelled the cold air of the mall, just outside the Macy's storefront. It smelled of privilege, naivety, and money. Christmas time was always a bittersweet time for him, it was near his birthday which he often spent alone and cooking his mothers own recipe for french styled cupcakes. He'd sing in french each year as he held her ring close and blew out the candles. As the years went by he adopted a more grinch style of celebration, doing the same tradition on the 11th and then using the rest of the month leading up to the 25th as means to ruin the holiday for all the humans he could get his hands on. He took in the scenery as he watched parents waltz around lazily, searching for generic gifts that wreak of money yet have no personal touch to them. This would be his hunting ground. It started off with the anti-mutant detectors. He had meant to cause them to malfunction, reading humans as mutants and allowing his brethren and sisters free pass into the stores, it didn't however seem to go as plan. The machines had merely broken and his fun was damped but this still allowed him the freedom for more.

Jinx made his way into he store, scouting out those who would make great targets and eyeing the perfect woman. She appeared to know no struggle in life, and he thought that could be a gift he would give her this holiday season. As he walked on passed her, his hand expertly slipped into her small purse that she so carelessly hung behind her, a true sign of the idiot elite, and he took her wallet. He kept walking as if nothing had happened, nothing to give away what he had just done as he made his way through the store, admiring odd bits and bobs, looking past them and for another victim. There was a man, alone, he appeared to be prime target as it would make for an easy catch. As Jinx went to pick his pocket he succeeded once more, the man seemingly none the wiser as he kept moving forward, heading towards the Macys restroom and taking a stall to check the contents of the wallets. The first had 300 dollars in it, a decent score that he was certain would put some damper on the womans plans. The second however, only held food stamps. Well, it wasnt money, but the idea of a human telling his family they wouldnt have bread for Christmas just brought a smile to his face.