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She gave him a partial truth. He had expected a lie. Sure she hadn't gone into all the details bit if Max had been in her place would he not have done the same. Everyone keeps secrets it's a part of life. He scolded himself for his paranoia and for thinking she might have been up to something. He didn't go around gushing all his issues, he couldn't very well expect her to.

He looked into her eyes and felt guilty. Man he could be a real creep sometimes. But if he wanted to build something with this girl honesty was important. He would be straight with her from now on. She asked about his job. Well shit.

"Technically I'm a waiter at the Inferno club." He began.

He wanted to make something up, but he couldn't lie to her. He also knew he couldn't tell her everything. Instead he settled on telling her what he could and what was relevant.

"Haven is an organization that does community outreach and helps people with rehabilitation and finding opportunities to further themselves and their education," He explained, " when I was living at the mansion I wasn't in the best place, I was unemployed, wasn't going to school. See my parents when I moved to NYC they gave me an ultimatum, law school or I was cut off. I wanted to be a dancer, so I told them what they could do with their money."

He looked away embarrassed. That had been a bad fight and Max hoped it wasn't the last memory he would get to have of his parents.

"I met the founder of Haven and told him my story. He really is an amazing guy, he's not the usual corporate asshole who only does volunteer stuff for the tax credit. He wants to help make a difference in people's lives. He helped get me my apartment, got me a job at the club. It was great. I felt like such a mooch at the mansion, I'm not cut out for that X-men stuff. I work for the organization planning fundraisers and filing reports and such. I'm still letting them help me with my living arrangements but at least pulling my weight a bit helped me not feel like such a loser ."

Wow that had been a bit more than he had planned on saying. Something about this girl made him feel like spilling his guts, and he had. As far as first dates go he knew better than to tell his sob story. All he could do now was hope she didn't think poorly of him.

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Agnes seemed quite pleasant, Max was glad for the company. He hadn't gotten to know very many people since joining Haven and having a fun workout session seemed like a great way to spend an afternoon.

Agnes walked over to the console and activated the room. Max saw the shapes appear, some the size of softballs, others as large as cars. He had only ever really messed with solid light holotech at the mansion, this seemed pretty impressive.

She picked up a ball and asked for a drmonstration and joked with him. She seemed playful and Max grinned.

"Me shy? You got a lot to learn my friend." He smiled.

He took a few steps and approached a cube that was roughly a foot taller than him and just as wide. He reached out and touched it, layering his power over it and nullifying the gravity. With one hand he pulled the cube up and held it above his head.

"I've got super strength." He said his expression serious.

He lowered his hand from the cube and it floated above him.

"Just kidding," He laughed, " I have gravitation manipulation.

He places his hand under the cube again and used his other hand to spin it like a basketball. The cube spun round and round balances on his fingertips.

"I have a personal field of gravity that I can control on myself and anything I touch. I can nullify gravity and make object or myself float or..." He explained.

He pulled his arm back and threw a punch up at the cube. As his fist met the object he changes the field of gravity around it, changing the pull of gravity to double that of Earth's and augmenting the direction straight up. The cube blasted upward, it's mass and weight propelling it. It smashed Into the ceiling high above and shattered into a number of pieces. His field of gravity dispersed as the cube broke and shards fell harmless down around him.

"I can increase the strength and direction of gravity to throw things or pin them to other things." He concluded.

He collected a few smaller shapes; a sphere, a pyramid, and a cylinder. Each was about the size of a softball. He used his power on them and they floated in place around him. With his dancers grace he spun in the center, doing a triple spin and watched as the momentum carried the objects into a circular orbit around him, each one propelled by the momentum of the others.

"My power layers over things, so mass and weight aren't a factor only surface area. I can effect a bunch of small object or one big one. My maximum I've ever tried was a car." He continued.

He reached out and touched the sphere, returning gravity to normal. The sphere fell. He did the same to the others.

"I have to touch the objects to effect their fields, that or wait for my power to wear off. I can use it in bursts as much as I want but can only keep a constant field going for about three minutes." He concluded.

He took a small bow and grinned at Agnes.

"So what do you think?"

He didn't have to wait long. The doors slid open and he saw Agnes enter the room dressed for exercise. He tried not to stare as he noticed the wings fluttering behind her, insect like.

"That's cool" He thought to himself.

He assumed she was the one who had contacted him and grinned. He had met her at the gala and seen her perform. The woman was a virtuoso on a violin. He had made it a point to say hello. He didn't know she was a true member of Haven, most of the people he had run into that night had been front members or guests.

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-”Max,”

She extended her hand out to him and he shook it in return.

-”Great to see you again. Sorry if I didn’t say before, but, welcome to Haven.”

"You too. It's no big I didn't even know you were one of the functioning members. I'm glad to be here. Thanks for the invitation I've been dying to get to come down here, I've been missing the Danger room." He replied.

He took a few steps back and took a wide stance, stretching his legs and warming them up after sitting. He didn't know what Agnes could do, and he felt a pang of curiosity. Her wings were interesting, what other neat tricks did she have up her sleeve?

"So did you have something particular in mind you wanted to work on?" He asked as he raised his arms up and popped his back, "Do you know about my ability? Maybe a quick briefing for each other before we get into anything." He suggested.

Max looked at himself in the mirror, making sure he looked okay. He had on a black button up that he had left untucked with the sleeves tolled up. He hadn't put on his fanny pack, tonight was a night he was hoping not to have to use his powers. A purple tie hung loosely around his neck and he donned a matching flat billed hat to accent it. He promised to never again mock the style magazines that he had found in the Haven registration waiting room again.

"Dinner huh? Aren't you acting like a grown up?" He said to his reflection.

He went downstairs and hailed a cab. Business had been good at Inferno so far and Max had brought in some decent tips. Patrons of the club seemed to like him and aside from a few drunk advances he had mostly found it a pleasant set up.

As he rode along he thought over his last time with kendra. The girl was drop dead gorgeous that was for sure, and sweet as could be. It was the assassination attempt in her that had Max worried.

He'd done his homework on the address to the building the assailant had gone to. It belonged to a company known as Nexus, which according to a less than informative website was a temp agency. Aside from a business liscence which dated the company starting roughly five years ago and a number of dull testimonials from secretaries who had landed their "dream jobs" by using their services there wasn't much to go on. They had apparently purchased a number of buildings all around the country, but it just didn't add up.

Max would go to dinner and talk with kendra. If she was involved in any shady corporate espionage maybe she would slip and Max could figure out what was going on. If she was into some shady business Max could dig a little depper. If not well, did he mention she was gorgeous?

He got out of the cab outside the resturant and waited for her. He had given her the address. Fazios had been a recommendation of one of Max's Haven friends and though it was a bit swanky he had gotten a good reservation. He had a planned a few surprises for the evening and was mostly just hoping things would go well.

Max made it just in time to look down into the alley and see a strange man pointing a gun at Kendra. He was prepared to leap down when he saw a pipe float up behind the man.

"So she can dreamwalk even when she's knocked out." He thought to himself.

She whistled and the pipe swung. The man went down. Max couldn't see Kendra but he saw her body and noticed as her hoodie was zipped up. Her body started to move and for a moment he thought she was waking up until he realized she was being dragged. Kendra found a spot to hide her body and a tarp covered her unconscious form.

He saw the man's wallet come out of his pocket and his ID vanish. His phone came out next and a moment later Max heard it ring.

"Clever girl." He thought.

The man picked up and shouted into the phone. He punched a dumpster and even from his vantage point Max could easily see the dent he left in it. He exited the alley and Max felt himself torn on what to do. He could reveal himself to Kendra and make sure she was okay, but that meant revealing himself.

The situation seemed fishy to Max. The guy had obviously been out to kill her. He must have not been aware of her ability or he would have never knocked her out. For the first time Max realized just how little he knew about Kendra. What was this girl into? She had handled herself well, but was this something she was used to.

He decided to follow the man. Kendra was dreamwalking near her body and she could look after herself. He vaulted some building and followed the assailant as he made his way from street to street. After about ten minutes Max saw him go into an unmarked office building across the street. If he had been following Kendra he might have seen Max with her. Better to do some recon than find himself in trouble.

He pulled out his phone and took a picture of the address on the side of the building. He would do some research on the place once he got home. He could talk to Kendra about what he found out, but maybe it was better to keep it to himself. If she was involved with shady assassin's who knew what was going on. One thing was for sure, he needed to know more about the girl.

The park was deserted, but that was to be expected this late at night. It was exactly the reason Max had waited till after sundown to come out here. He stood among some of the trees in the park perched on a massive rock that stood there. He was wearing sweatpants and his hoodie which he had unzipped to allow the cool night air to hit his bare chest.

Tai Chi was all about the manipulation of energy within oneself to obtain balance and then using that balance to redirect and nutrilize external forces. As Max stood there taking long, deep breaths he focused on his core. Tai Chi was supposed to be incredibly helpful with mental focus and and Max had been studying it for a while. He thought the form of martial art would compliment his dancing skills well.

He slowly increased the gravity on himself and began moving through his various forms. Slow call circles followed by twists and turns, defensive stances and small open palm thrusts. The added gravity would strain his muscles and make them work harder, which meant he would build muscle faster as long as he didn't overdo it and hurt himself.

He gave into the repetition, moving over and over again through his forms until his mind drifted into the motions and he stopped thinking. He used the forms as meditation, freeing his mind to reach a state of calm while his body turned the motions into muscle memory. In a fight it would make his reactions faster, when he danced it would allow him to flow smoother.

He completed his forms and returned to his starting stance, returning gravity to normal as he did. He bowed to an imaginary master and reached down to take a drunk of his water bottle