001; video

[madpretender]

[Max is sitting on an office chair and lazily spinning around on what appears to be a stage. He's wearing the equivalent of BK's crown.]

Employees are the greatest invention ever! These humans don't acknowledge Inhuman royalty, but they'll still cater to my every whim.

[He indicates to whoever is holding the communicator to pan over to a bunch of people standing around and fanning or feeding a very large bulldog. They look like they're only tolerating this for their pay-cheque. A snap of his fingers has the camera back on him.]

But I put forward a question to my fellow refugees, name a show with sufficient amount of explosions so these won't go to waste.

[He finally stands up and claps his hands twice. The wall behind him explodes and the camera drops to the ground as people scream and run out evidently deciding this is not worth the money. Max comes back into view as he stands over it.]

Hmm, less loyal than I hoped. That was only a very small one too.

[And then he bends down to pick it up and the video ends.]

Comments

[hydraated]

[Act around it.

He felt a desperate yearning for Coulson and shoved it out of his mind.]

...There are better ways to make a show.

Why don't you tell me where you are?

[madpretender]

Now where's the fun in that?

We can play 20 questions!

[hydraated]

[his attitude, demeanor...what would Garrett do?

No, what would Coulson do? He swallows hard at that and shoves it all out of his mind because this. Feels. Right. The chase, the hunt.]

...Why do that? You'd win. I mean, with your talent?


[He ducks into a crowded street]

I obviously can't compete.

[madpretender]

[He's put out that Ward doesn't want to play, but he's getting complimented on his brilliance so it evens out somewhat.]

It is nice to meet someone who knows when they've been beaten.

[He's preening and isn't even paying attention to where Ward's heading.]

[hydraated]

You're right. I'm beaten. Always have been.


[location cues. He should be getting close right? Right?.]

Tell me where you are so I can shake your hand.

[madpretender]

Are you sure you don't want to guess?

[Just saying something feels too anticlimactic.]

[hydraated]

Movie theater?

[He frowns] Movie studio?

[madpretender]

Bzzt.

No projectors.

[hydraated]

[Ward growls at that] Tell me where you are!

[Sarcasm like this, he just wants to knock the guy down a few pegs at this point]

[madpretender]

[He startles at the sudden shift, but he quickly recovers. This was even more fun now.]

And what would you do with this information?

[hydraated]

We'll just talk.

[Ever since the Bus he's been...emotional. He hates that.]

...You seem fun.

[madpretender]

[Max spins around, switching the video feed from his device to the nanites they were all injected with so Ward sees what he sees as turns in a circle.

It's very obviously a stage theatre.

When he's finished the feed switches back to showing his grinning face.]

Was that enough of a hint?

[ooc: so feel free to jump in here when you're ready.]