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[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.]

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[He rolls his eyes and sighs dramatically like the answer should be obvious.]

To continue playing the parts I assigned them!

You assigned them? [Hello Mr interesting, keep at it.]

[It's actually less impressive when he's was just taking advantage of his role as their boss instead of using his telepathic abilities.]

It is what one must do when presented with minions.

Minions? [All these questions, he should apologize, but he's very intrigued, already gluing his gaze to him to use his ability on the guy. ((If you permit it, has a type of empathy that allows him to get the feel of someone's powers. More info here.))]

Would you consider everyone around you minions then? [Playthings? Maybe you yourself could be one too. Hisoka already can feel anticipation shimmy down his spine.]

[Even if Max knew what this guy was doing, he was unlikely to shy away from his gaze, but he might have reached out with his mind to mess with it just a little.]

Well they're certainly not my betters.

[Not quite minions, more like pawns to manipulate and work around.]

Something I can relate to, believe me. But we're expected to act on level with our fellow imPorts, and while the government doesn't say it, under them. [Looking him over, feeling like this man looks quite- persuasive. He may have to be careful speaking to him- but maybe not. The feeling that people are 'different' is starting to get annoying, but he's gradually beginning to understand that that means 'not exactly human.' Not something he's used to, back home everyone was just a variation of the same thing.]

Mind if I ask the point of your little explosion there?

[He screws his face up in distaste. Not something he cares about, coddling idiots.]

A test! Gunpowder is significantly less useful, but easier to obtain. I needed to see the fruits of my work.

[Ooohh, coddling idiots, say that out loud.]

Ah so a parlour trick then. I was beginning to think it was some deeper power in you. Though I suppose that leaves more room for other surprises.

[And this just makes him want to keep it under wraps for as long as possible. Draw out the mystery for as long as possible.]

I'd be disappointed in myself if that was it.

I don't, causing things to explode certainly sounds useful. [Though since he's saying something like that, it leads one to think a) his power is nothing like exploding things, or b) it's more more physically powerful than that display. Though, is this man merely just manipulating him with his words? Imprinting thoughts in him- could he do something like that if he saw to? --What an interesting thought to have just now, hm.]

[Singing:] Boring.

[Despite his personality, he did prefer a more subtle power set over raw explosive power.]

Then what isn't boring?

Something bigger and better of course. Why waste your gift on something you could achieve yourself through other means.

Bigger and better means different things to different people. [A laugh.] Waste? You imply a power can just be used up. Can yours?

[He tuts.]

Methinks you ask too much.

How smart of you. But I'm not really one you should fear to tell. I'll figure it out on my own eventually- though I'd prefer if you just say it or give me a more personal demonstration.

[Chinhands.]

You wouldn't like a personal demonstration. No one ever does.

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