[h1][b][i][color=aba400][center]Maximillian Gray[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/rmBRrwyf/image.png[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=aba400][b]Location[/b][/color]: Island M the Bermuda triangle.
[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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Max had no idea of the conjured green mist that lurked behind him, nor of the creeping death that was following him. All he knew was that he wasn't getting any better and if ever there was a time to talk, it may as well have been now. He wasn't exactly sure of what to say, or even where to start, but as he pressed against the wall to his right, hugging the path in the barely lit space to a room, something came over him to speak. [Color=aba400]"Listen...Sunshine...I know we don't get a long well, and I haven't exactly done anything to try and fix that either. I hoped by giving you space we could grow separately and eventually try again but that doesn't seem [i]cough cough[/i] seem to be working. I was genuinely worried for you when I found out you were taken, we don't have a lot and the world is against us...I just wished that maybe I could bridge the gap between the mutsnt divide and so that there isn't as much infighting...we need to stand together against this world not divided."[/color]

Blood had splattered onto his sleeve again, each cough making him feel worse for wear and bringing a stinging pain to his throat. His whole body felt weakened by the disease.When they had made it towards the room, he peaked past her shoulder and onto the space before him. She wasn't wrong, it smelled like what he imagined a hetero guys room smelled like. The collection of useless decor and street signs added to his mind of what he believed a straight guys room looked like, down to the Felicia Day posters. But as he looked on he began to catch hints here and there. The street signs, some of the music albums, and then it hit him, this was Pietro's room, Magnetos son. [Color=aba400]"Uh Sunshine, this could either be really good or really bad. Its Pietro's room, Magnetos son but last I knew I helped reunite him with his sister and they went off to be X-Men together."[/color] Max looked around the room, searching for any sign that he may or may not be there. But why would the Silver Speedster be back at his dads palace? Didn't they have some falling out? Wasn't that the reason for Wanda's world?