[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]: Ronald Reagan Airport
[color=aba400][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Sending Conjuration[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/596347699486261272/675191496856567839/tumblr_p9emi78Pdn1u8r3nho4_500.png]New Outfit[/url][/center]
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Max laid there on the floor, Sunshines words echoing in his mind. [i]You're not useless[/i]. It didn't matter that she tried to cover up her statement by amending it. She had paid him a compliment, and for the longest time they hadn't fought for a while. The words she spoke echoed how some at the Hellfire Club viewed him. His powers [i]were[/i] useful even if he himself couldn't control them. Max closed his eyes as visions of House of M flooded his mind. How he was able to single handedly rescue The President and how he was able to help fight against the powers of the world and bring it back to what it should be. He wasn't useless, and he needed to help figure out what happened to the missing Mutant Underground. His eyes opened, he took in a deep breath, and sat up off the cold floor.

[Color=aba400]"Jack may be a lot of things, be able to take down the Underground solo isn't one of them."[/color] He thought about the best course of action and then remembered that he managed to grab a spellbook from that awful place. Rummaging through his bag, Max found the leather tome and opened it up flipping through the pages. He hoped to find something that made sense, that could help him perfect the sending spell he had tried before. Until then it was very hit or miss, but perhaps this would open a window on how to better perform it. He finally landed on a spell similar to what he had been doing. [Color=aba400]"I think I found something of use in here, gonna try and send off a message to them see if someone can tell me where they are."[/color] He sat there and followed the instructions as closely as he could but as he went to finish the spell nothing happened. 

Max sat there puzzled, staring at the book and pouring over the words and gestures again. Following it in his mind several times over before trying it once more. He felt a sort of tug coming from inside. Faint particles floating about his hand as they do when he uses his powers, and then...a wave of exhaustion as the spell failed once more. The strain from jumping twice in a row and so far was starting to show. His powers refused to work along with the toll. He need rest, and possibly food. He laid back down in frustration as he stared at the ceiling. [Color=aba400]"I can see it in you too. That last jump...it took a lot out of us. Maybe we can eat and get some strength before I try to contact them again. Just gotta be a bit patient...I'm sorry."[/color]

[h1][b][i][color=E610B8][center]Echo[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/9FWbx1tc/image.png[/img][/center][hr][center][color=E610B8][b]Location[/b][/color]: Glitter Factory (Jacks group)
[color=E610B8][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Laser Light Show, Hand to Hand Combat, Flexibility, Rollerskating Combat, Self-Multiplication.[/center][hr][hr]

Harry wanted nothing more than to tell Casper to just SHUT UP. The man's penchant for rambling even at the most dirr of times was proving to be a problem as the more that he spoke the more likely he would distract from the man throwing daggers in a hooded cloak. Before he was able to say anything though, his voice was drowned out by the sound of a gunshot. His eyes going wide as he saw the red stains beginning to form on Caspers chest and then James trying frantically to heal him to no avail. It wasn't until Callie's sparks helped cauterize the wound that Harry was able to snap back into place and follow up on James's orders to detain the man. As much as he hated to say it, he was right. That man was valuable and they needed his intel. 

Harry watched as Waverly expertly disarmed the man, turning the soundwaves against him and leaving an opening for the others. [Color=E610B8]"Get him to safety, we can take care of this hooded jerk."[/color] Echo grabbed hold of the blasts Waves was creating, tweaking a few to create a barrage of lasers that landed on their target. Echo clipped on his skates and looked up only to see the man still standing and fury beginning to rise inside himself. Echo quickly skated up towards the man, spin kicking him in the balls in hopes that the pain would be enough but the man still stood. In pain and keeled over, but still conscious. He wasnt sure how well equipped the hooded man was and so as a last resort Harry split himself into two in order to confuse the man and give Harry more of a fighting chance. [Color=E610B8]"How did you know we'd be here?"[/color]