[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 looked up from the map displayed in Mira's hand. He blinked slowly towards Mary as she suddenly snapped at him about his ideas. Snapped towards him? It was hard to tell at first what it was that she was mad about, that is until there was a timer looking over their head. From there everything went in fast motion. People ran this way and that, Mary ordered them all to the hangar while doing something else entirely and of course not everyone cared to listen. That was the issue with a team of heroes, everyone had their own idea of how to save the day and in the end…everyone had a bit of martyrdom within them whether they knew it or not. 

Mira spoke up, Max's attention once again drawn towards the map in her hands as she explained where the best junctions for others to meet would be from the opposite side. They didn't have the time to run down there and tell them all to stay still, what's more they'd lost their speedster. That's fine then, it was time for Plan C. Max stared at the map, using it as a focus for his magic as he tore a rift betwixt the Hangar and one of the furthest junctions. He could feel the mystical strain it put on him as he attempted the spell. Typically he would've done two portals from his location to two other locations to bridge the gap, but they hadn't the time for that right now. [Color=aba400]”I need to get to the Hangar, it'll be easier to bridge space from there within the junctions. Hopefully I can get as many portals open to allow however many may walk through those junctions.”[/color]

So he ran. He bolted like he hadn't done in what felt like ages. Too long since the end of the world, yet also so very close at hand. How many times now did lives rest inside his hands? Decisions too difficult to make alone with a burden so heavy it made some situations difficult to talk about even over family dinner. His lungs burned, his throat ached, and his legs radiated heat. But he made it to the hangar tired, but determined. Time and again he'd held his hands up, attempting to open a portal between here and a junction, time and again he found himself breathing heavily as his body begged for him to take a breath before casting again. Though finally, in the end, he managed to open up another rift, a junction midway from his last one for those who'd already passed it before the first was open.