[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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Max could tell that he was losing her with his talk of Dungeons and Dragons. Not everyone read the books like he had, and even less had any care to play. It appeared, however, that at least Jaclyn had understood a portion of what it was that he was saying. He wasn’t Dr. Strange, or Pixie, he didn’t have a natural inclination on how to teach these sorts of things mostly because to him a bulk of this was still new. He did everything on impulse, simply [i]feeling[/i] his way around his powers for the most part as he stumbled through the dark. Max was grateful for the few months that Strange was able to spare for him, to help him grow as a practitioner of the Mystic Arts. A ghost of a smile crept up on his face, wondering if he would be able to replicate his lessons in a way that was meaningful to another person lost in the fog of magic. Jaclyn's gaze didn’t escape Max’s sight. He watched as she looked at him more intently while he held back a laugh that bubbled inside of his chest. Though it appeared that she had lost the laughing cold war, as a small laugh escaped her at the tail end of his explanation. [color=aba400]”Laugh now, but it won't be so funny when the hands of fate meddle in my magical affairs.”[/color] he said with his words coated in a light chuckle. 

They began to approach the jet, the boarding ramp lowered for them all to get on. It was surreal being here right now, not only was he in Xavier’s mansion, but he was also in their hangar about to climb aboard the famous Blackbird. It was as if a small portion of the child that used to admire the heroes he saw on tv was jumping with joy and fanboying on the inside. Max wished he could get to that point again, that he could do something here to find pride in, something Dorian could be proud in. He let out a sigh as he took his seat and Jaclyn sat behind him. It wasn’t directed towards her, more so the question looming over every attempt Max had ever done. [i]What could happen?[/i] It was practically begging for something to go wrong when the words were uttered out loud. He thought on it for a moment before flashes of the last year had run through his mind. [color=aba400]”Well…to be honest I’ve only done it twice. The first time was while i was trying to stop an eldritch horror that claimed to be the rightful Sorcerer Supreme. That time we had attempted to follow our coven leader's lead and funnel our magics towards her spell, though I feel she was more so siphoning than directing and I fought against the spell so not much came of it other than garbled memories. The second time…[/color] Max remained silent for a moment before continuing forward. [color=aba400]”The second time was against an immortal vampire witch. I lead the charge on that circuit with fourteen other mutants. We became one, a being that existed beyond similar to eldritch ones you read about in horror stories. It was enough to rival the would-be god, but all of us had a bond that we shared and I think that helped.”[/color]