[h1][b][i][color=aba400][center]Maximillian Gray[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/1107862430182297690/Max_Header.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, Aus Atnemitsev Ogniffe (clothing creation)
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Great. They essentially had life jackets but made for the vacuum of space. That wasn’t terrifying by any means necessary. Max felt safer already. As they made their way towards the hanger, Max couldn’t help but wonder how space would affect Pietro’s powers. Would the lower gravity make him even faster? Did that mean that Pietro had a chance to accidentally run himself off of the asteroid if he wasn’t careful? Or did Magneto also replicate Earth’s gravitational pull on the surface of the station to help those who would live there adjust more naturally? These and a million other questions swam inside of his mind as he roamed the halls of Xavier’s mansion. He didn’t know if Miranda was going to join them or not, and what's more he wasn’t sure if she should. It wasn’t that he didn’t like her, though he did hardly know her and while she had saved his life in one reality, she also attacked them with powers he’d never seen her use in another. So it was 50/50 on whether she would become an ally or enemy once they landed on her ex’s doorstep. But this wasn’t his group, and even still he was barely wanted by most to come so he kept his mouth shut on that front. They could all make their own opinions of Miranda if and when she joined them. 

As they walked, Max slipped a spellbook out from his bag, flipping through the pages until he found what he was looking for. It was a spell he'd used before, back when Wanda took over the world…when she bent reality to her whim. He hadn't tried to repeat the spell since then, but after his 20th birthday…well he began to see why he was much more powerful in Wanda's reality. At first he thought it was by design, as if subconsciously she wanted them to stop her, now he knew what his passing thoughts had known all along. It was a reflection of his true potential, the ability to bend reality. He began to mutter the spell, trying to locate Neil within the universe to send him a whispered message to ensure he was alright, despite how poorly their last encounter had gone. 

Max could feel the spell beginning to fizzle midway when a new interruption approached him and the spell gave way as it vanished to cosmic dust. He snapped the book shut with one hand, not out of anger or annoyance, but from being startled. Like a kid instinctively trying to hide something he'd done when a parent walks in unannounced. He slid the book back into his bag, looking at Jaclyn once over as she began to question him about his powers. A smile crept onto him as he tried to find the best way to explain them. [Color=aba400]"My magic is all one thing. Although I do prefer to categorize my spells in ways that make sense to me, usually using Dungeons and Dragons as a good safe guide for what and how they fit. The basis is…"[/color] Max trailed off for a moment, his mind going back to Halloween before deciding it was best to keep the big picture out of it and stick to the small.

 [Color=aba400]"It's boiled down to Conjuration. Creating things out of nothing, or sometimes to make it easier I make things out of something. But not in the way of Transmutation, but if I can see an image or know the makeup of the item then I can attempt to duplicate it. Beats having to think of things on the fly. Half of my clothing is designer brands I created. But that's neither here nor there. Though…if you wanted I could show you. Use something I learned recently called Mutant Magic. I was saving it for Neil and Ed but…if it helps bring them back I'll do anything…Fair warning though, my powers are practically unbridled chaos."[/color]