[ No. This won't do. Cabin Fever had set in hard for Maximus on Thesa, the station too reminiscent of the bunker beneath Attilan. It had him equal parts reclusive and suspicious, and when he'd moved around the station, it was with purpose and with a constant check over his shoulder.
He'd hoped that getting off the damn thing would fix it.
Instead, he finds himself somewhere even smaller. He paces the room restlessly, even if Theon is there, and when the AI starts to get on his nerves, Maximus starts to look for panels to take apart in an attempt to rewire Ralf or shut him up. ]
[ii. PHOTOGRAPHS]
[ The listlessness doesn't seem to be leaving Maximus any time soon. He takes to wandering Nadril, bundled against the chill but not minding it as much as others. He'd spent a lot of time building up his life in Olympia. He'd come there at a good time, able to assimilate into the community easily. Here, he knows it will take time again. That's fine. Maximus is used to putting in time and never seeing the desired results.
He hardly notices the bots as he walks. He assumes they're nothing more than simply robots. Things designed for an easier life. The whirl of flashing takes him by surprise - though not as much as the photos do.
Attilan. Unmistakable in its pristine condition. The palace, the Terregenesis chambers. The pictures crumple as he balls his hand into a fist around them. ]
[iii. WILDCARD]
Choose your own adventure or hit me up at fritzwinky.
Maximus Boltagon // Inhumans (MCU)
[ No. This won't do. Cabin Fever had set in hard for Maximus on Thesa, the station too reminiscent of the bunker beneath Attilan. It had him equal parts reclusive and suspicious, and when he'd moved around the station, it was with purpose and with a constant check over his shoulder.
He'd hoped that getting off the damn thing would fix it.
Instead, he finds himself somewhere even smaller. He paces the room restlessly, even if Theon is there, and when the AI starts to get on his nerves, Maximus starts to look for panels to take apart in an attempt to rewire Ralf or shut him up. ]
[ii. PHOTOGRAPHS]
[ The listlessness doesn't seem to be leaving Maximus any time soon. He takes to wandering Nadril, bundled against the chill but not minding it as much as others. He'd spent a lot of time building up his life in Olympia. He'd come there at a good time, able to assimilate into the community easily. Here, he knows it will take time again. That's fine. Maximus is used to putting in time and never seeing the desired results.
He hardly notices the bots as he walks. He assumes they're nothing more than simply robots. Things designed for an easier life. The whirl of flashing takes him by surprise - though not as much as the photos do.
Attilan. Unmistakable in its pristine condition. The palace, the Terregenesis chambers. The pictures crumple as he balls his hand into a fist around them. ]
[iii. WILDCARD]
Choose your own adventure or hit me up at