[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]: Mutant Underground
[color=aba400][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Conjuration[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/363556781537886208/815396087770644550/1c9ad945912d26fc02f09a7a7f32860e.png]New Outfit[/url][/center]
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Max was surprised to hear Doctor Strange call him one of his students. The words catching in his throat with a bit of pride as he read the expressions on Strange's face, becoming tongue-tied. There was a grin that began to eat away at the corner of his lips that he fought to choke down as he didn't want to waste anymore of Doctor Strange's time. [Color=aba400]"Oh, uh, no Doctor Strange, uh Master, um, Sorry for the interruption but thank you for the book. I'll leave you be now/"[/color] Max quickly closed the door behind him, resting his back against the dark wooden door as his breathing quickened while he tried to catch his breath. [color=aba400]"He called me his student. [i]Oh my god He called me his student[/i]."[/color] Excitement bubbled up inside of him as he recalled the feeling of pride he swore he noticed in Strange's face and tone. He wanted to run to his room and begin to read the book on demons, see what this Chthon was, but then he remembered how it was in a mixed language and his shoulders slightly deflated. He closed his eyes, conviction inside of him as he wanted to try and make Doctor Strange proud. Max turned to face the dark wooden door as he opened his eyes and the magic began to swirl more intensely than ever. The powers swirled about his entire body as it began to coalesce into a small orb between his hands and he shot it forward through the closed door. There was a massive eruption as his powers expanded and flowed throughout the Undergrounds building, sweeping through those within the building, stopping short at the walls and never leaving the inside of the compound.

Max could feel his magic working behind the door, strands of magic weaving betwixt each other as they formed the room within his mind into reality. Nervousness filled him to the brim as his hand trembled, the swirls of magic still bending and weaving around him as he reached for the door handle and clicked it open. Inside he saw everything he wanted. A state of the art training room, replicating the one he was able to use back at the Hellfire Club but with a cosmetic change. The walls were all dark wood, mirroring the aesthetic of dark academia which he assumed was what Strange's compound looked like. The walls could open and reveal weapons to use and practice, targeting lasers that would drop down from the ceiling, pop out of the walls and floors, working much in the way of laser tag so that James wouldn't be working overtime. There was a large crystal chandelier in the center that could project holograms of enemies, buildings, or anything that could help them to create realistic fights and simulations. It was in ever sense of the word...perfect. Pride was certainly what he was now feeling as tears began to well up inside of him.

Almost instinctually the magic that spiraled around him and began to create a [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/363556781537886208/815396087770644550/1c9ad945912d26fc02f09a7a7f32860e.png]new outfit[/url] for him. As if to tell him that he truly was a student of Doctor Strange, and to be proud of the work that he had just done here. The clothes was a mixture of what he saw Strange wear as well as what Max imagined a student might wear. Changing the color to his go to yellow, similar to his coat he had worn back when he first joined the Mutant Underground. Max wiped the tears that were clinging to his lashes, making his way back out towards the room that he had created the hallway in. He tried to test his luck once more, wanting to create new furnishings for the Mutant Underground, unfortunately all he managed was one set consisting of comforters, sheets, and pillow cases. The magic that had been around him finally fizzled and swept away. [color=aba400]"Well...that figures."[/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]: Mutant Underground[color=E610B8][b]Skills[/b][/color]: .[/center][hr][hr]

Harry had mainly been focusing on what Waverly would say or how she would react. Trying not to listen in to the conversations that were happening around him. That is until Sunshine had mentioned bringing people back from the dead. Instantly he froze up, his eyes growing slightly as he recalled the day he met Max. The day he offered to resurrect Waverly's mom. It was such a thin line to cross, such a powerful thing to even ask of someone. No one knew how that would play out or what the consequences would be of bringing back someone from the dead. Would they recall their time there? Would they even still be the same? Do they have memories of their death? Most importantly how do they choose who gets to live and who stays dead? He could still hear Max's screams and the look of pain when he found out about his friends passing. He could see the pain in Waverly's eyes clearly in his mind. It wasn't until Waverly got startled and then Callie spoke up that he was able to snap back out of his mind and into the conversation being had. [color=E610B8]"Yeah...right. That might actually be a better idea. I can't exactly use my powers in that way sadly. Never focused on those waves, its simpler for me to use the other end of the spectrum. Changing things into the Rays you see me use in the field."[/color]

He placed a confident hand on Waverly's shoulder as he offered her a reassuring smile. [color=E610B8]"Im certain if anyone can find what we need in these radio waves it'll be you. Best of luck, really wish that I was able to help more."[/color] He let his arm fall to his side as he was about to head towards Max to grab him by Callie's request when suddenly waves of black, pink, blue, and purple particles began to wash over him. Specks of white peppering the air as if a galaxy has just been expanded across him and he immediately felt concern for what just may of happened. Harry didn't like to think of people as fuck ups, but he knew based on stories Max's reputation. If this was any indicator of something bad then it would be really bad based on the size of the blast. [color=E610B8]"Alright well I think that's my cue to go and grab Max for our planning stage."[/color] He ran towards the room that he saw him walk into, seeing nothing having been blown up or on fire. If anything he was confused as to why he was holding a bedset in his arms. [color=E610B8}"Hey kid, we were about to hold a meeting to come up with a plan but uh...what were you doing just now? When did you change clothes?"[/color]

Max looked at Harry a bit startled by the sudden entrance. [color=aba400]"Oh, I was just making a training room for us like what I'd mentioned before. Sorry for the spectacle it took a lot of magic to create it and it had to have room to grow as needed."[/color] Max placed the sheets onto the floor, giving Harry a twirl as the long strips of fabric flew up and danced around him with the motion. [color=aba400]"Like it? I just paid Doctor Strange a visit and he said I was one of his students so I figured wearing the garb was a bit needed. They're surprisingly comfortable."[/color] Harry just nodded, glad to see that Max was on their side as the memories came back of what he had done when they first met. [color=E610B8]"Right, well lets go ahead with the meeting first and then maybe after you can show us this room you built. Im actually real excited to see it."[/color]