[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 Station 
[color=aba400][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Basic Spellcraft (clothing creation)
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Max pressed his forefinger underneath his bottom lip as he looked at Magneto pensively. Roughly 100 mutants, no clear way to get them all into a singular evacuation room, and no true escape pods to speak of for this type of situation. Sure this place was still being built, but even then it showed how much faith Erik had in mutantkind and those who would end up at this station. It was as he said before, only those who wished to be here would come and those that wished to leave were welcome to. It didn't account for an attack from inside. Max felt sorry for him, a second home for mutants destroyed and condemned by their own kind. [Color=aba400]”Don't worry Magneto, we'll get this all handled and fixed.”[/color] He tried to sound comforting.

Mary threatened Max if he dared to go with his plan, and it was clear by Ed's question and expression that he and Jacklyn felt the same. He put on a light-hearted smile as he waved off their concerns. [Color=aba400]”It's hardly reckless. I could get myself out before it became an issue, and even then my families the damned Triumvirate. We resurrected more mutants than I can count after Genosha. Don't worry you can't get rid of me [i]that[/i] easily.”[/color] He tried to sound nonchalant but the truth was they had been forbidden from bringing back any more mutants. What's more he was a part of the three needed to form that circuit. But he had no doubt that they could find another mage capable of filling in for a moment, perhaps even Pixie could help. 

His thoughts were cut short as the recording of Cortez's memories began to play for all to see. The light shed felt more like a police siren. Only filling Jim with dread instead of relief at the reveal. It was all a game to them, for points. To some being they weren't even sure of. More ideas began to circulate the room as others left to fend off the dastardly sister. [Color=aba400]”Won't lie Jack, never done it remotely. It's usually a hand holding experience, unless it turns into something else. As for calories, I can make you food so you don't burn yourself dry or you could try and manifest the telepathy and I can attempt to boost your powers but again it's all uncharted territory. Easiest answer is if we had an intercom system to tell all mutants to head towards a certain section of the station, preferably near the Blackbird. Find a way to loop it so it continues and then have good old Petey do a superspeed headcount.”[/color]