Location: The Palace: New York City, New York.
A puzzled look took over Max as Miranda spoke riddles to him. Something about knowing this world wasnt his? He was a mutant, ofcourse this world belonged to him, well after the king ofcourse. Miranda gripped his wrists and the last thing he saw was a flash if purple in her eyes. All of a sudden images and thoughts began to flood his mind, people he'd never seen before suddenly being known, his parents love and support ripped and torn apart by a group of anti-mutant people, a whole new reality suddenly bursting into his head as his eyes held wide and a single tear rolled down his cheek for a moment before the 18 years of another life suddenly halted. Max blinked for a few seconds, his breath unknowingly held, and then finally released in a long slow exhalation. He held his hand up to his eye and wipes the tear away, composing himself once more as Miranda told him to blend in and remain calm. But...was this world really so bad?
With another bow to the Queen he said "Thank you for your time, now, if you'll excuse me for a moment." Max began to walk away from her, his father now close behind him. Right, how could he forget that his father was now his servant and that he'd follow him around, or...do as he's told. "Why are you following me? Why can't you read my mind? Go, find another servant of the Royal family and deliver the presents to them. The king is not to be disturbed and I need a moment alone. Now begone." Max quickly turned around and headed to the mens restroom, surely he may find some piece in there without seeming too suspicious. Max swung the door open and began to look and see if there were any others inside there. Ofcourse, to his luck, there were several people. Since when is a guys bathroom full? Max waited for a moment and the large stall freed up, he quickly took its place and waited for the rest of the people to clear out before going to the door and locking it.
"Ok Gray, you got this. Etativel Ihim." Max gingerly jumped up, crossing his legs crisp cross as he levitated there staring at the mirrors that lined the wall. "Tixere Es Teinevni." His eyes began to glow they're typical cosmic color as his hands flipped through the mirrors like pages in a book, constantly swiping until finally two images appeared, extremely blurred out, as if this universe was fighting back at him, hiding it secrets. His left hand swiped left as his right went right, the images now split between two mirrors, two potential candidates that are awoken like himself. Max moved the left image before him into the mirror right in front of him, focusing on it until the image shattered and blew away like dust. "Damn it. Ok. You got this, one more shot." He moved the right image to his forefront, closing his eyes and focusing on making it clearer, sharper. His eyes opened and there stood his potential ally. "Holy..." Max quickly dismissed all powers and landed back on his feet. Max slowly made his way back out into the party, and began to look around as he leaned against a wall alone.