[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]: Space, the final frontier
[color=aba400][b]Skills[/b][/color]: (clothing creation)
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Max bit his tongue at Guin’s initial comment. The idea of billing him for anything was laughable as he neither had any money, nor was he above just conjuring some up to placate her at the moment. Her mention of Genosha however hit him hard. It wasn’t that he no longer thought of himself as a Genoshan, more so that Genosha was its people, and ideal that persisted across mutantkind that understood what it was to be a part of it. She used the word like venom, and a massive part of him wanted her to wash out  her mouth as she didn’t deserve to even speak its name at the moment. He thought back to what Neckra had said to Neil, asking him where he was when Genosha fell, and Max couldn’t help but wonder once more where any of them were when mutantkind truly needed them. The question burned inside of him as the conversation continued on past the point while Lance circled around the structure and Max couldn’t help but take it all in in awe. The place was huge, and even Pietro had to admit it would take him a bit longer than originally thought to make a clean sweep of the place. 

He pressed his back against a wall, thinking, listening to Miranda as she spoke. She wasn’t wrong. Every skill needed to be at play here if they wanted to pull of a successful rescue, but the issue was he didn’t know what everyones skill was, nor did anyone seem too keen to talk about themselves. This group seemed to think plans came second and actions first, each one pushing the idea of coming up with something further and further back as if a plan would magically appear out of thin air for them as they paraded around Magneto’s newest toy. Thankfully Jaclyn gave Max something to do, having chosen a weapon he was actually very well acquainted with. It was enough to keep him from snapping all together towards Carolina and Guin both. He pushed himself off of the wall, looking towards Jaclyn as he took her height and build into question before a swirl of magic danced across the air. A long strand of mystical energy floated between the pair before Max grasped it and it fully formed into a bo staff. [color=aba400]”I’ve actually always favored this weapon myself. This ones made for your height, so it should feel natural to you.”[/color] He said as he offered it towards Jaclyn. 

After that he was quiet for a moment. Taking in a deep breath before exhaling it out slowly. He didn't bother to look at Carolina, trying hard not to cause a fight. [color=aba400]”Listen. I get that a bulk of you dislike me, and the rest don't even know me, but I opened the floor for anyone to make any sort of plan and no one said much. We needed something, and Guin’s clearly busy trying to keep a strenuous connection through space towards your active leader. So someone had to make some semblance of a plan so that we aren’t just running in there with no sense of direction. If Guin has a better plan, I'd love to hear it, really. But till then…I dunno”[/color] Max had no real polite way to say shut the fuck up unless you have something constructive to say. So he ended it at that with a shrug of his shoulders. [color=aba400]”Either way we’re here. Follow a plan, don't follow a plan, do as you wish. I’m just here to help with the search and rescue.”[/color] He knew now wasn't Ed’s time, and Carolina had come from somewhere amongst this future, but he didn’t know exactly where. What he did know was that he wanted to ensure the safety of Neil and Ed by any means necessary.