[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 watched the slight shift in Sunshines mood as his joke fell flat. Forgetting the fact that Colossus could be a reminder of Magik and her early demise due to M-pox. He thought back on the demon that Casper describe, wondering if there was a hell and how she became entangled in it. He shrugged that off to the side, grasping at what was unfolding before them at the moment first. [Color=aba400]"I left my phone behind when I left the Hellfire Club. I didn't want to risk putting any of you in danger, I didn't want them finding your location, even if we met at the old Underground. But I have another way...hopefully."[/color] Max concentrated once more, trying to find the same mindset he had before when contacting James, Wanda, and others by this power of his. When he opened his eyes, the whites and pupils were replaced by swirls of blues, pinks, and purples. Galaxies twisting within them as he whispered out a few words. [Color=aba400][i]"Harry it's Max, what happened at the Underground? Are you guys ok? Was it Jack? Where are you?"[/i][/color] 

A loud ringing pounded into Harrys ears as Maxs voice boomed through. His phone dropping and ending the barrage of messages as Harrys hands immediately clasped around his head and covered his ears. Groans of pain were screamed out for a moment as the message fed its way to him, every word a threat. Once it finally stopped Harry was able to let go. All his muscles falling from fatigue of that intense contraction. Blood staining the palms of his hands. [Color=E610B8][i]"We're fine, for the most part, could you be a bit quieter though? Message came in a bit loud. The Brotherhood attacked us, Jack has been fixed, and we're out looking for you and Sunshine."[/i][/color] [Color=E610B8]"They're at the Underground it sounds like. They were asking about what happened."[/color]

Max relaxed as the colors faded from his eyes and he watched Sunshine before him. [Color=aba400]"They're fine. It was the Brotherhood that attacked and he said something about Jack being fixed? Not entirely sure what that meant. But they're looking for us that's why they aren't here."[/color] He mindlessly picked at his cuticles as his hands were by his side. His mind worked and turned like cogs in a machine as he finally made a decision. [Color=aba400]"I'll...I'll be right back."[/color] Max rushed himself towards his room, not taking the chance that Sunshine may know how to read lips. Closing the dor behind him he sat criss-cross on his bed as he attempted to send another message, this time to an estranged acquaintance, Doctor Strange. [Color=aba400][i]"Hey Strange its Max, from Wanda World, I wanted to ask you about demons, and if you knew anything about them or in particular ones that look like this."[/i][/color] He proceeded to describe what Casper had seen, the symbol that appeared and what followed after. If anyone might know of what happened he would.

[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]: Car (Jacks group)
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Harry scooted over towards the window of the car as everyone began to shuffle in. [color=007236]"Sorry, but the Professor isn't here right now, he's at a conference of some sort with Hank,"[/color] came the voice on the other end, [color=007236]"Maybe I can help you."[/color] Harry leaned his head back against the headrest of the car. Exasperation sweeping over him as one thing piled onto another. He fought the urge to sigh aloud, leaving it in his mental state before answering back with closed eyes. [Color=E610B8]"Ofcourse he'd be at a conference with Hank. Sorry I'm not upset with you I'm just...ugh this is so messed up. We got a message from an anti mutant organization, threatening all mutant life in the area if he doesn't respond a call by midnight. So if you have any way for me to contact him directly..."[/color]

[color=007236]"Sadly I don't, I'm pretty sure I have Hank's number though maybe around here somewhere, but not sure if he'd answer the phone... Who exactly am I talking to?"[/color]

Harrys eyes opened up as the stranger on the phone mentioned having Hanks number. His shoulders dropping as a bit of tension released from them. Hank McCoy was nothing if reliable. However the chances of him answering his phone during a conference was about 50/50. It was times like these that they needed an X-Watch or something to use in emergencies so that others would know. [Color=E610B8]"Honestly Hank will have to do, especially if he's in closer contact with Charles. As for who I am, names Harrold Simmons, graduate of Xavier Mansion and a man who owes a debt of gratitude to all the kids back at Xavier Mansion. Mind if I ask who I'm speaking to?"[/color]

[color=007236]"Oh, I recognize that name, Marygold Isley, now leader of the X-Men team but I was at the mansion for maybe a year or so before you left it when I was like, 12 or 13 years old,,"[/color] she responded, he'd be able to hear her messing with something, likely looking for that phone number.

[Color=E610B8]"Glad to hear a fellow alumni has made it to such high status. Charles must be proud, and I'm sure the X-men are in capable hands."[/color] There was a tension in Harrys voice, a slight tapping sound coming from his end. His finger clicking against the hard glass surface of his phones backing, not from impatience but from nervous agitation. Every second spent without Xaviers ear was a second closer to a bomb being unleashed upon them.

[color=007236]"Yeah well, "[/color] she responded, before there was a moment of silence before she spoke again, [color=007236]"Alright, I've got Hank's number here, no guarantees on you getting a hold of him, it depends on what they are doing right now."[/color] after saying that she said the phone number out loud for him to make note of.

Harry immediately opened up his notes app as Marygold began to say the number. Placing it down for later reference both after this call and if it was ever needed for the future. [Color=E610B8]"Thank you for your help Marygold, you're doing a lot of good out there."[/color] Harry hung up the phone, a harsh sigh rushing out of his chest as he began to immediately dial Hank.  His foot tapped against the floor and his leg shook the car, every ring making him more and more nervous. Finally he reached a voice-mail, another sigh bleeding out of him. [Color=E610B8]"Hank. Its Harrold, call me back its an emergency."[/color] He didn't say much more, just hanging up the call before opening his logs to tap the number and send a barrage of texts messages. His phone rested in his right hand, not needing the left to maneuver the texts or type, his left hand however shook in a way only Casper and Jack may find familiar. One of a junkie needing a fix he hasn't had in a long time. 

His left hand gripped the fabric on his pants, holding it still, as he sent several messages to Hank in hopes that the annoyance of vibrations would cause him to check his phone. [Color=E610B8]"Hank its an emergency please answer now."[/color]
[Color=E610B8]"There isn't much time, a threat has been placed on all mutants in the area by midnight tonight."[/color]
[Color=E610B8]"Honestly I'm gonna keep sending messages until you respond, I need Xavier NOW. Have him reach me telepathically, my name is Harrold Simmons"[/color]