[h1][b][i][color=aba400][center]Maximillian Gray[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/08c7039d-7561-4b47-8fdf-e0fca9b2431d.png[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=aba400][b]Location[/b][/color]: Kingston-Gray Estate: Kitchen > Seance Room
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It was a bit strange to him, when Leah seemed a little taken aback by Ben's tentacles. She herself seemed to have Non-Earth origins based off of her Aura. Her appearance, if Max had to hazard a guess, would mean she had some sort of giantess origins, a kinship to Loki of Asgard, though not entirely the same. So what caused this divide? He didn't have long to question these thoughts as his husband began a campaign in an attempt to coerce Leah into the clutches of Evil. Rolling his eyes at Ben before stopping mid step when Leah mentioned she'd never had a milkshake before. Max wasn't one to question another person's parenting skills, but what kind of monster doesn't give their child a single milkshake? Even his parents, as vile as they were, allowed him the treat. [Color=aba400]”Never…had a milkshake? Well Ms. Jordan, you're about to experience a crash course on flavours."[/color]

Max snapped his fingers, a classic glass milkshake cup appearing next to Leah, the signature red and white straw already in it as whipped cream surrounded the straw, a cherry plopped atop it. Inside the translucent glass, a rainbow of colors, from red to purple, gradiated down as a mass of flavours now nestled within it. Every possible flavour of Milkshake was packed inside, between each layer a pallet cleanser so no two flavours would ever mix together. [Color=aba400]”That right there, is my ‘Max-a-Millian Milkshake.’ Every flavour imaginable in a singular glass. We'll find your favourite flavour yet.”[/color] It was then that he noticed a faint yellow glow beneath his shirt. Pulling on the leather thong around his neck to reveal a medallion hidden beneath his shirt. His eyes fixated ahead, past the walls of the household where he knew James and the others resided. [Color=aba400]”Ben-”[/color] Andy's scream cut through the house. [Color=aba400]”Take care of Ms. Jordan, do not allow her to follow behind me.”[/color] 

Max left the kitchen as quickly as possible without running. Hopefully Leah wouldn't be too panicked about his sudden disappearance. When he entered the room, he saw ghosts threatening to flicker in from Casper's powers, panic clearly in his eyes as James tried to soothe him. Three students lay motionless on the floor, one of which was Danni. He took a step towards them, ready to check and see what had happened. Had Casper somehow hurt them? Did ghosts possess them? He looked towards Andy as he made his way past. [Color=aba400]”Thank you for calling me Andy. You did the right thing.”[/color] As Max began to approach the passed out children, his own son stepped in his way, arms out wide in an attempt to stop him.

[h1][b][i][color=CC99FF][center]Dorian Gray[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/ab950452-1877-412c-9d66-76d1fce6e72f.png[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=CC99FF][b]Location[/b][/color]: Kingston-Gray Estate: Seance Room
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[Color=CC99FF]”Perce said Sabine's powers went off before t’ey all passed out. Vicky didn't pass out until she touched Sabine. Pa…can you ‘elp em?.”[/color] Dorian stood there, impeding his father's path as if a child trying to stop his parents from seeing a mess he'd made. His arms dropped back down to his sides now that his message had been delivered. He didn't know exactly what was going on, or how Percy knew exactly. But he trusted his boyfriend. Max rustled the top of his head, and through the hair that now covered Dorian's eyes, he could see a proud smile on his father's face. 

[Color=aba400]”Thanks for the heads up. Dorian, Andy, Mr. Novikov, Ms. Flynn if you're unaware of how best to help, may I ask you two to join Leah in the kitchen? I'm sure she could use some friends right now.”[/color] Max reached out into the air, an old antique necklace that looked similar to Strange's Eye of Agamotto, appeared delicately within his hands. He placed it on, opening the apparatus as his eyes began to scan the room. A soft pink color emanated from those affected into a singular tether connecting them towards Casper's mind. A singular ‘Hm.’ Escaping him. [Color=aba400]”It appears in all the excitement, Ms. Bassard's powers had triggered and entangled those who were in physical contact with her. Detangling it will be tricky, the best and safest route would be for the children to find their own way out. It will lead to the least amount of complications that way. That or calling in a High Level telepath to help but that is a last resort. Emma Frost's services do not come cheap, and I don't mean money.”[/color]

[Color=CC99FF]”I could try? If I possess her and use her abilities I can try to break the mental links to save them.”[/color] Dorian chimed in as he stopped midway to the door leading out. There wasn't much else he could do unless their minds were trapped within the Astral Plane. At least there he could try to find them and lead them back out somehow. But if that was a solution then his father would've already suggested it. That or he may call him back in later to help. 

Max shot his son with a leveled look. [Color=aba400]”No possessions without consent. You know this. This isn't that dire enough of a situation to break that ruling. So, hurry on out. All of you.”[/color]