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Maximillian Gray

Location: The Palace: New York City, New York.
Skills:
Conjuration, New Outfit




Max stood behind Klara, hands on his hips as he mouthed what she’d just said to him, silently mocking her after she asked him why he should care. He paid close attention to the conversation however, trying to gain any knowledge he could about the situation even if his help wasn’t wanted. Max caught the fact that Klara called Runa her cousin; great, another asgardian who he may have to deal with if Klara gets her way. His hands dropped to his side, tapping his finger on his pant leg as he waited for their little chat to end and to see if this Runa was any kinder than her cousin with a cane so far up her bum Max doubted even he could’ve conjured something of that size. Then he heard two very interesting points, one was that the Hulk was with them, the second being that they were in Australia. That got him thinking as he realized he didn’t even know what city he was in, sure the chances were great that it was still in New York, but being that he didn’t recognize the area, for all he knew he flew states away with that portal.

The portal closed shut for a moment and that was that. Max was left with what he could only assume was the worst of the two cousins, granted he didn’t have much to go by as Runa never even spoke to him. Ofcourse Max wasn’t quite sure how to take much of this, electing to wait until her cousin came back before speaking again so that he wouldn’t have to repeat himself. As soon as Runa stepped on through a grin overcame him as he could finally speak up a bit. ”This weirdo, as you so eloquently put it, cares because the potential fate of his reality is at stake. Sure I may not know how to fix this issue yet, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to lay around while innocents, I’ll be it of another reality, are potentially in danger. It’s great that you were able to find them a safe space here but this is the Red Guard we are talking about. Chances are they’ll not only find what they’re looking for, but now thanks to your inane sense of thinking, they can most likely track the Hulks gamma radiation in order to find what I can only assume is the headquarters to the Human Resistance. But sure, keep painting me like I’m the bad guy and ignoring my want to help. Now given you’re major anti-mutant stance, can I safely assume you don’t have a single person here who can alter the Red Guards memories so they forget this whole fiasco?”
Maximillian Gray

Location: Morlock Tunnels > Mutant Underground
Skills:
New Outfit




Max’s head was spinning with all the directions that James was giving him. Go around what? Detach what now and who are we stripping? He’d say that it was like Latin to him, but that might actually be easier to understand than any of what was spewing from Jame’s mouth. He did, however, do the best that he could to help out. Following his instructions and making sure to pay close attention to the actions and movements that Jame’s was doing so as to slim down the chance for errors. Once all was said and done, Max stood up silently telling Jame’s and Casper ”Hey, I’m gonna go change before I head on over to the Underground. Wouldn’t be a good impression to go over smelling of day old sewer right? Besides, you two seem like you could use some alone time.” Max gently nudged Casper with his elbow and then gave the pair a wink as he set off to find a vacant tent.

After some time of searching, he found that his old tent was still unoccupied and so he took to closing the flaps for a bit of privacy. Taking off his current Kevlar attire and folding them neatly into his bag. As he stood there for a moment with only his shoes one (because seriously who would dare to step onto this floor barefoot) Max thought about what sort of look he wanted to go for. He decided that the best option might be his “signature” suit; an editorial piece from L’official Hommes de Poland. He concentrated for a moment on his all too familiar outfit, eyes closed for a brief second before opening up into their cosmic glow. Snapping his fingers, the cloud of energy swirled around him giving him a fresh and clean new look. He grabbed his bag and cane, then made his way over towards Blink. ”Thanks for everything, but I think if I stay any longer Erg will be all grays and there may be several rounds of ammunition lost. I’m ready.” The portal rippled open once more, as it started to stretch and form Max called out to Jame’s ”I’m heading over now, don’t wait up too long ok? And Jack, don’t be a stranger.”

With that he stepped on through and oh my could you cut the tension in this room. Most of the people who were seen through he portal earlier seemed to have left. Others stood around like they just seen a cat fight and all Max had caught was a Russian man mentioning something about a tour of the grounds. ”A tour? Oh goodie, I love tours. Names Maximilian, but you can call me Max or Tome. My powers I classify as Conjuration and Magic, though really it should be being a gay disaster cuz I seem to make a mess of things when I try to help.” He extended his hand out to Colossus for him to shake and gave a smile to Leighton. ”Hope I didn’t miss much, though it seems like the welcoming party just ended.”



Peter Jackson Bernard


Location: Frost International.
Skills:





An aux-i-llary space? So like...an aux cord? Oh sweet this must be a party room with sound systems, little late night raves to get the mood going for missions. Jinx bend his arms slightly as he let himself fall onto his back and roll into a sitting position, legs crossed on the floor. Damn, I wish she’d stop using such big words...makes it really hard to follow what’s going on. As she began to list the forms of security that they had in place, he quickly began to think that perhaps this ‘auxillary’ didn’t mean rad party room at all. He’d have to ask Requiem later about it. The mention of the Terregan Gas caused one of his eyebrows to perk up. That could be loads of fun if he managed to get his hands on it. Imagine the havoc he could wreak in a densely populated area. A wicked grin began to form on his lips as he thought more on the subject.

”So, listen, I know you two like to beat around bushes and just talk in circles more than that one dude liked to make run on sentences but we’re all busy people and I’m sure you have things to do with your company aside from baby sit us. So I’ll just ask, what’s with the scuff marks over here? From the sounds of it, this isn’t a party room and well...if it was it looks like someone crashed your party.” At this point Jinx had stood up and made his way to the nearest surface that he could sit on and proceeded to do so, blowing a large pink bubble before the loud Pop and Smack of it against his lips. ”While we’re at it, I was curious on if we’d ever get to do more exploring sans baby sitter? As you just stated, you have telepaths all over so they could easily pick up an malicious intent should we stray too far from line right?”


River


River gave an exageratingly exasperated and shocked face, being fully taken aback and clutching his pearls at Willow’s comment. ”Me? The reason you drink? That’s so harsh. If anything it should be Kira, or more recently Prome from what I can tell. Honestly, I am hurt Willow.” He gave her a cheeky smile as he took another bite of his fruit. River pulled out a small leather book that was held closed by a long leather thong. Unwrapping it he peered through the notes that were written inside, pages of monsters they’d run into and fought, each showcasing the data and abilities. The first floor seemed to have monsters that were fitting to such an area, creatures of the plains, grasslands, and ravines all matching real world habitats and ecology. ”Say...Willow, Holly, when we fight monsters, you guys can see all the stats, health, and abilities pop up too right? Or is that directly linked to either my class or Monster Knowledge skill?” River slid his notebook into the center of the table for both of them to see his expanded list.

”If it is just me then, perhaps I can scout ahead, take another stealth player with me for protection, and get the stats of the creatures first before we decide to engage. That would help us formulate a better plan of attack or capture for each encounter, save for surprise ones. Even then, if its something we’ve faced and briefed on before then it’ll make it that much easier.” For now this was an advantage that his guild may have. Someone with a skill as high as his would make challenges a bit easier, and if strapped, they could sell information to DataLink for Renn in exchange for Monster Knowledge they didn’t have before. Finishing up his plate of food, River stood up from the table with a smile. ”Walk and talk, we got subclasses to acquire and a boat to catch.” With that River grabbed his leather book, placed it back into his inventory, and headed for the docks.






Another time? Another time?! Was this some sort of game to him? Does this pointy toothed bastard think he’s some sort of fat cat playing with a mere mouse? Salem’s fist clenched tightly at his side as his blood began to boil. He took half a step towards Lucan as he began to walk away when suddenly the ground shifted beneath his feet. A tsunami of earth and stone washed beneath him, throwing him out of the arena before his fist could ever fly. Salem stood there angrily for a moment, the sudden shock of the transport allowing him to calm down form his rage for a second. Probably wouldn’t due to punch a royal guard while under investigation. He still had a few vials left to potentially sour Lucan’s food for their first feeding, that may be as much as he could do.

Lilie’s voice broke Salem out of his thoughts, snapping him back into reality and plastering a smile onto his face. ”Heh, yeah. Probably should head there next huh? You know, Cassandras real lucky.” His voice trailed of for a bit as he stared down the hallways, his right hand sheepishly rubbing his left arm. ”She’s got a Marivaldi. If anything, I’d of ki- I’d of loved to have one as my partner. As far as vampires go, they aren’t bad. Actually, my families vampires are modeled after the Marivaldi’s. They sort of...idolize them, the way they treat mages with more respect than others tend to. We don’t feel like servants when we stand beside them, we feel like equals...though I suppose its that naive notion that’s gotten me where I am currently. Spouting ideology to the Queen about equality for all, not just the vampires who ‘rule’. I know you mentioned having your miss givings about your partner but... if you were to give anyone a chance, then it should be her partner, they’re truly are great.”
Maximillian Gray

Location: The Palace: New York City, New York.
Skills:
Conjuration, New Outfit




Max closed his eyes and flinched as Klara unsheathed her sword again, fully expecting this to be then end and for the world to stay as it was. A moment passed, two moments, the blood pounding in his ears, and nothing. He opened up one eye, only to see her sheathing her sword as Hawkeye, The Hawkeye was diffusing the situation. Giddy ness began to swell inside of him but he knew better than to act on it at this moment, after all this wasn’t his Hawkeye, but some alternate version of him. Max followed close behind the pair as they made their way towards the warehouse. His heart sinking into his stomach when he heard about Klara’s tragedy, as well as the news of Thors passing. His heart and stomach then sank into his bowels when he realized that made Klara an asgardian and that he’d of died in an instant had she truly tried. Note to self, don’t piss off Klara.

As they got closer, Max began to see how the others were dressed and then looked down at his attire, extremely inappropriate and practically flaunting his status. He meekly asked Hawkeye if he’d be allowed to change very quick. Sure its a benign use of his powers, but the people he was with were already weary of mutants, and didn’t know what he could do. Any use without permission could end his life in an instance. Luckily he approved the change of clothing and Max went on to fashion himself a new attire. A casual look to attempt to blend in more in the event that mutants were looking for him, as well as a small homage to the hero’s back home, the X-men. Ofcourse, there were a few modifications, all black? Really? What is this gothic Germany? Some yellow ought to brighten up the scheme a bit and still hold the semblance needed. The buttons oh the sleeves that held them rolled up, had small X-men insignias on them.

Max watched as a portal opened up and there seemed to be another woman on the other side. Ok, so mutants are bad, shield is bad, and someone is in distress now. Max tried to think on the matters, who in this universe stood against the King aside from the Human resistance? There must be some group with more power, The Avengers, X-men, anything of that like? Max walked up towards the portal and waved at the magician through it. ”Hi. Uh, I’m Max, and if you need any help I’m always willing and clearly not wanted here. Besides your portal looks a bit more stable than the ones I can conjure with my spells. So why exactly is the red guard after you and what do you need done?”
Maximillian Gray

Location: Morlock Tunnels
Skills:
ConjurationNew Outfit




Max thought for a moment, recalling that James had mentioned needing some sort of Shrink Tubing for the generators. Something that they were unable to accquire during the raid. ”Hold that thought. I think I had an idea. Hey Stretch!” Max quickly made his way over towards Jack by the portal, waving at those across it as well as a final see you later wave to Leighton. He felt bad that she was currently entering a new location all by herself, these past two days must of been such a whirlwind for her...he remembered what it was like to be new to all this, to not have a home. He quickly shook the thoughts away long enough to ask Jack to search the internet for a picture of the missing piece. It took forever to load, Max could practically hear those dial up tones he heard so much about growing up.

With the image finally loaded up, he could get to work on his master plan. Ofcourse, however, he’d never really tried to conjure things outside of various canes, clothing and accessories, as well as fire, so this...this was a challenge. He held his hands, cupped together, and concentrated on the image. The usual energy began to glow and swirl between his palms, it began to grow and expand and Max began to wonder just how many he was creating. With its final manifestation, he had...a fluffy Panda Pillow? Ok, that clearly wasn’t right. He held the pillow under his arm and tried once more, his mind popped back to a text that appeared on Jacks phone whilst looking at the image. ”u down to chill 2night?” Ofcourse Jack already had someone hitting him up, why would he think otherwise? Max began to realize just how foolish the notion of being able to be with him was, as well as how sought after he probably is, with the ability to change form he could be anyone’s type. Ofcourse, this stray string of thoughts created a new fluffy pillow...of Jacks face. Pink began to over take Max’s face as he became flush with embarrassment, quickly opting to conjure a searing fire that dealt with the new creation, burning it down to ash and hoping no one saw. He cleared his throat saying ”That wasn’t appropriate, given that message and all. What? James did you call me? Sorry gotta go, work never stops ya know? Haha” Max quickly walked away, head held low and not looking towards Jack at all, handing off the Panda Pillow to Grimlock as he walked by her.




Peter Jackson Bernard


Location: Frost International/ Hellfire Club Sublevel
Skills:
Carni-Gymnastics, Perception




Jinx snickered to himself as he watched an elevator full of employees have to make way for them. This was more like it, humans subjugating to mutants, making sure that they knew their place and didn’t dare to speak back. As soon as the elevator began to descend, Jinx found himself trying very hard not to annoy Emma Frost. His hands stayed in his pockets to avoid pressing all the buttons, his swayed back to front on his heels trying to avoid jumping in place, and his mouth was tight lipped as he repeated to himself Where we going? Where we going? Where we going? Are we there yet? Where we going? over and over again, hoping that Frost wasn’t reading his mind, and if she did, she’d realize it was a big mistake.

Once they finally reached the floor, Jinx immediately opted to rush out of the confined space. His contortionist days were over and he wanted to spring free. His hands, now out of his pockets, went straight up as he went forwards into a cartwheel, his foot grazing the elevator wall just enough to potentially ruin the lovely trick, but his skill allowed him to complete it just fine. As he propelled himself out into the room, everything was upside down to him, but he found that having a different perspective on things could often help. Besides with all the blood flow now going to his brain, he must be getting smarter...right? As he made his way in an unconventional manner, turning around and looking at the ceiling for any cameras, security, or other measures that could help them in their investigation. Sure, there was the giant obvious drag marks, but Requiem could work on that; his mind was basically built for tracking weird metal or paint scraps, or finding the tiniest tuft of fluff and knowing it came form some Persian piece of clothing or what ever it was spies did.


River


River beamed a smile at the waitress as she passed by them giving each their order. ”Thanks Anu. Feel free to take the hot water up to Room 3 please.” He turned his attention back towards his two guild mates. ”It’s really no problem. I’m sure any one of you wouldv’e gotten the inn rooms if you’d arrived here first too, besides, time was of the essence and I didn’t wanna risk us not having a place to stay for the night.” River began to play with his fruit, pushing it side to side on his plate with his fork while he absently mindedly stared at it. He heard mention of Promes name and his glance shot over for a second, seeing the now mad scientist seemingly speaking to himself in a corner. A long sigh escaped his lips before a piece of honeydew found its way to his mouth. He began to wonder if there was anything differently that he could’ve done to prevent any of the guilds deaths, as well as staving off Prome’s health a bit better.

All of that, however, was interrupted when the door slammed open and a familiar demon stepped foot into the tavern. River immediately facepalmed at the scene and attempted to duck a little lower and avoid the chances that people would associate the two. He hear Willow speak up and his fate was sealed, doomed to be that guild with not one, but two mad players that were now claimed by the game. ”Kira don’t make a scene. So help me I will bind you in place with priest seals if I have to” Maybe others will think this was a simple RolePlaying guild, after all it isn’t unheard of to have some floating around in a fantasy game. River plopped another fruit into his mouth as he stared onto the Town Map. ”Now that the rain has let up a bit...I think I might go take a boat over to the Shamans Hut right here. That must be where the casting subclass quest is, and I’ve been raring to get on that since I hit 15.” He placed the map onto the tap, tapping the location of the Hut for both Willow and Holly to see. ”I don’t know if they subclass teachers are actually based on magic or physical seeing as how they’re marked by the same quest...but a boat ride sounds kind of pleasant right now. So what do you two think?”

While Holly and Willow decided on their answers, River finally opened up the chat seeing Cecilia’s response. Ofcourse she ignored the warnings and ran straight through a storm, she was a reckless as they came...or cocky. The fact that she ran into the Rathon already was a bit moritfying. She could’ve been killed or at the very least in severe trouble with no one to back her up or keep her alive. She did, however, manage to make it safely to the guild hall which was a feat in and of itself.

”A Godzilla-esque creature? Not exactly what I imagined when i saw an overgrown village and larger than life flora. From the information I received i expected it to be some form of giant fish monster or something. Either way, glad you didn’t engage it, and even more glad that you made it safety to the guild. I may go to the Shamans Hut later on and see about getting my subclass quest started so that we can all work on them together. I have your room key as well as the key to anyone that hasn’t already gotten theirs.”


When River looked back up finally, he had noticed Prome was missing. ”Hm? Where did he go?”
Maximillian Gray

Location: Morlocks
Skills:
New Outfit




Bewilderment took over Max as Sunshine spoke. He didn’t know her past or what she had been through, but it seemed to help shape her into the vile creature that she was. Sure, she was young, but being young didn’t excuse the rude comments and remarks that the young girl made. Part of him hoped that Fred would wake up and bite her hand, but that was neither here nor there. To his slight surprise Blink quickly took to defending him, and the others who wanted to go and stay with the Underground. He knew it was probably nothing more than something akin to a parent trying to remind their children of manners, but the sentiment was still nice.

Once the portal opened up Max looked between the new location and the current one. Unsure on if he should stay or go. Yeah he wanted to go to the Underground and leave the trigger happy leader to himself, but he also promised to help Caduceus with the generator since he managed to partially muck up the chance of getting some of the pieces they needed during the run. ”Thanks Leighton, I really appreciate it...truly. But, it looks like I’m sticking around for a moment longer then. I did lend my aid to Cad over here, and if he’s staying to fix the generator then so am I. Don’t worry though, I’ll try my hardest not to be a liability while I’m down here, and I’ll leave as soon as we are finished. So I suppose I'll see you then?” Max smiled at Leighton before he walked over towards James smiling. ”So Mr. Fixer, what do we need to do?”




Peter Jackson Bernard


Location: Frost International.
Skills:





Jinx took the card, offering the guy a wink upon doing so. Chances were that Jinx was about to have a lot of fun. He couldn’t quite tell if the man was a mutant or scum but either way he could toy with him in some fashion, whether that be physically or murderously was yet to be known. He watched as Emma Frost’s eyes twinkled, clearing her schedule with what he could only assume was her assistant, though he worried on if she also scanned his mind for information. He wasn’t necessarily concerned that she had anything to do with the current issue, but more so didn’t like telepaths poking their noses into his carnival riddled brain full of mayhem and fun. The thought to Jinx her crossed his mind, thinking If she can use her abilities on me, why shouldn’t I return the favor? But Jinx quickly dismissed the thought as it may complicate work too much and he just didn’t want to deal with the hassle of it all.

As Requiem and her spoke, Jinx opted for putting his hands inside his pants pockets. Rocking back and forth on from the balls of his heels to the tips of his toes as he whistled a tune in his head. His eyes darted around the facility, taking note of any cameras that were in sight, yet oddly enough there seemed to be none. Man, security is lacking here. Either her telepathic abilities stretch the whole building, or they’re hidden way too well. Jinx took out the map for a moment, studying it and reading what each floor contained, while the adults spoke. Finally Requiem shut his pretty little mouth and Jinx just smiled at Frost and then Requiem, putting the map away and rubbing his hands together. ”Then its settled. Lead the way m’lady” he said as he gave an exaggerated bow with a flourish of his hand.
Maximillian Gray

Location: The Palace: New York City, New York.
Skills:





She can see into the past? That might explain why she was able to see the other me, no, the real me. But then how does that explain how I was able to see it when she touched me? Can she transfer her visions onto other people? Max thought to himself as Alex began to talk. He may not have answered much, but he did give him some information that he didn’t previously had. ”And where exactly am I-“ suddenly there was the press of a blade against his neck, dark aura resonating from it as Max stared from his peripheral, not daring to move. His hands slowly raised up, palms facing Alex, much in the manner one would do when surrendering to an official. Her powers stem from magic? Like, x-gene magic such as his? Or was there some sort of sorcerers academy that he could enroll into? So many thoughts began to race through his mind until he suddenly heard that he had 5 minutes to explain himself.

Five minutes? FIVE MINUTES?! How was anyone to do such a thing under these circumstances? Ok. Breathe. Think. Max turned around slowly, hands still in the air as he faced the young woman. His eyes danced around the area, searching for any other hidden figures that may want to spring up and attack him if he misplaced a hair. Coast was clear and now was his time to shine...he hoped. He spoke in rapid succession, barely having any time to breathe as he attempted to make the most of his time. ”Ok. First of all, magic, really cool, kinda like my powers. Secondly as to why I brought you here for simple questions...well...I don’t always think things through and end up in situations like this. Thirdly, explaining myself...whoa that’s gonna be hard to do. So, Realties, this is an alternate one, a fabricated universe that I, or we, have all been flung into for some reason or another. Where I come from Alex Jakobsen is the newly elected president who believes in mutant rights and advocates for them. Oh, right, also mutants are treated very poorly, I was homeless at 18, lived in the sewers for a while, and was constantly being chased by non humans who wanted me dead just because I was born this way. That is the main reason why i saved you, because you don’t deserve this, you are a great man where I come from and you don’t deserve to die by a villain such as Magneto. Oh right, Magneto is also a major villain where I am from. X-men’s biggest foe I’d say. Although I’m some how stronger in this reality...I feel its only right that I turn it back to what it used to be, but i have no idea how, only that others out there also know of the split realities and maybe they can help. Please don’t kill me”
Maximillian Gray

Location: Morlock Tunnels
Skills:
New Outfit




Max walked forward almost sheepishly as he heard Sunshine basically sing to Erg about his mistake. He looked back towards the portal and the warehouse, seeing that James was now safe, and the rest inside, he took it upon himself to take a few more steps forward, finding the courage to speak up against the little brat that was Sunshine. ”That isn’t entirely true Erg. I didn’t burn down the warehouse. Time seemed to be of the essence, guards were pouring in, three of them at the very least. They had spotted James only, it seemed, and I couldn’t quite tell if they had guns trained on him or not. I saw Blink create a portal to escape but saw no way for James to do so without potentially getting shot, and I could tell you didn’t want to have a fight if it could be helped. So...so i decided to create a small fire by the fire suppression system, something that would trigger them and cause the guards to either flee or at least be distracted long enough for him to run for it. However...I was cocky, didn’t work well with my team...and I accidentally conjured a fire way bigger than I anticipated, causing the entirety of the roof to become engulfed in flames.”

Max looked down at his feet for a moment, a wave of embarrassment washing over him as he thought back on his foolish actions, and now having to declare them in front of an entire community. ”But what else was I supposed to do? One of our own, a mutant, was in trouble. A trouble that I could help with. I wasn’t about to leave him alone as a sacrifice for the rest of us to flee. I’d of rathered they take me instead than him. As for the fire, I took care of most of it. There is still a small one roaring on the roof and the system seems unable to put it out but...what i took care of already drained me quite a bit and I’m exhausted. I don’t know if I can put it out on my own. This was not my intention when I created it but it is the outcome and I’m owning up to this.”




Peter Jackson Bernard


Location: Frost International. (In trouble)
Skills:
Deception




Cute? Did he just call me cute? Oh, everyone always wants to be with someone as top priority as i am right now. That’s probably all it is. Jinx took them map from the guy and gave him a little wink. ”That’s alright, protocols and all right? Maybe later we can have a little...protocol of our own” Propping himself off of the desk, he began to skip merrily towards his partner, map in hand, and wondering if the security personnel was a mutant or lowly human. That’s when he saw it. The elevator doors opening and good ole lady frost just waltzing out here like she owned the place. Wait...she did own the place. Whatever. That didn’t mean they couldn’t be there. His skips turned into little bunny hops as he made his way closer, stopping for a moment when she began to look the two over, and taking notice of their shiny new toy.

Now, Jinx wasn’t aware if they were allowed to be there, or if she was allowed to know. Really, he should’ve asked more questions but was too busy wanting to get to the program. Alright, now how does one approach a telepath? Lying is just useless, but if he didn’t know if he should tell the truth, that could just be a disaster. Alright, action time. Jinx walked the rest of the way over, resting his left arm on Requiems right shoulder as he gave Frost a Cheshire smile. ”I’m hurt Frost. I thought we knew each other better than that? No? Oh well. We are here to take a look around, check up on things, the like. As you no doubtebly noticed with your very lovely and perceptive eyes, we have clearance to be here. So if we could just mosey on along that would be great.”
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