[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]: Mansion Kitchen
[color=aba400][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Basic Spellcraft,  Soul Staff [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/1072256323997151362/Screenshot_20191006-040735_Instagram.jpg]Current Outfit[/url][/center]
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Max sat back, hit with a bit of shock as Guin stated that he and Pyro had, or were, friends with benefits. Sure the pyromaniac mutant was attractive, but he was happily taken by his ghostly counterpart and father of his child, Ben. He wasn’t, however, going to correct her on that. If it meant getting a chance to gather more intel without the constant run around then he would do it. That is until she then accused him of sleeping with Magneto. Really? If Max had [i]any[/i] kind of pull his first relationship, and kiss, more than likely wouldn’t have happened with a guy who was dead for over a decade and was recently brought back through magic and mutant powers working side by side. Every attempt to court literally any guy had always ended in a cataclysmic failure, or a great show of embarrassment. Ben was the only one who actually was able to see him for who he was, perhaps that was because he was always on the outside looking in, or maybe it was the mcdonalds date and seance that helped sway him. Either way, he was the only guy Max had ever managed to get to even look his way. [color=aba400]”Weak telepathic guide aside, we need more than one way to track them in the event that fails. Otherwise we’re dead in the water in the void of space. Also no, I wasn’t fucking Magneto. Long story short I was attempting to save one of my friends and my second mutation kicked in, taking us a bit off shore from that island where we had to take residence for a while until I could get us back home.”[/color] Max wasn't so sure how he felt about the notion that Magneto would just happily hand over mutants who he wished to help create a new mutant nation with. Even in Genosha things never seemed to be that simple with those who had darker pasts.

From the sounds of it, everyone had decided that the Asteroid was more than likely going to be heavily guarded. It was always safer to assume that than to go in thinking it would be a cake walk, after all nothing in Max’s life ever was. What bothered him though was how Miranda spoke about the defenses in relation to Genosha. All of the issue’s Max had seen were internal, either time-traveling children from the vault that viewed themselves as the more superior mutant race, or Selene herself, the immortal witch who attempted to reap the souls of powerful mutants in order to ascend to full godhood. In both instances the island won out, but it wasn’t without casualties. Max was certain they’d win again, but he couldn't help but wonder at what cost? He chewed on that thought for a moment before Carolina spoke up and agreed that using multiple methods of location was for the best. Each one involved Mary to some degree, and if all that failed Max could always try and use magic to locate Ed or Neil once they got closer. Jaclyn made the very point that Max had been thinking about earlier. Any attempt to enter the island could be viewed as retaliation from them. The last thing he wanted was a civil war between mutants. He sat back in his chair once more, crossing his ankle over his knee as he tried to hold back his chuckle towards Guin’s statement. Surely the X-men had dealt with the Brotherhood before, but the current group withstanding just got the floor wiped by the ones they were seeking to go up against. So to say it so matter of factly seemed almost comical. 

Any bits of laughter he had had instantly vanished as he heard a knock at the door. Falling deathly silent as he worried it was another intruder or another round of fights. What he hadn’t expected was a soccer mom in a Harvard sweater waltzing in with a child asking about her husband. Guin was quick to show her annoyance as the stranger interrupted their meeting, and the baby didn’t seem to appreciate it. Max had had Dorian for a short while now, and as soon as he heard the child cry, he swept up off his seat, hand rotating so his palm was now upwards as his magic swirled and created a small plush doll of an owl. Kids liked animals, right? He hadn’t exactly been concentrating on a specific one, just letting his magic flow as the toy appeared in his hand. [color=aba400]”Here, maybe this can help. Always seems to do the trick with my little Dorain.”[/color] He handed the plush to Bonnie and gave her a warm smile before locking eyes with her. [color=aba400]”Is your husband by any chance an X-men or ex X-man? Also does he have a name?”[/color] Max wanted to see if the attacks were targeted to known associates of the Xmen or if perhaps it was just targeting mutants in general. If that was the case, they had a much larger rescue mission to worry about now as Magneto would be potentially kidnapping hundreds of mutants across the globe.