Maximus Boltagon

Maximus "the Mad" Boltagon Inhuman || Prince || Genius || Terregenesis: Psi-Hijacker ||

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inhumanqueen:

Her hair dropped from the air in front of Maximus in shock. A bomb. On the humans. That would most likely kill an entire race. It was like a fist had been rammed into her solar plexus. “A bomb. To use on the humans.” Her mind was racing. What was Blackagar thinking?! The rage started to build in her stomach, spreading through her chest, causing her vision to narrow onto the target in front of her. Her hair whipped around her in waves, extending to it’s full length. She used it to grab Maximus around the middle to hold him in place and keep him from running. “I will not maim you, as you are both my brother in law and working on the king’s command but do not dare for a moment believe that this fact is going to exempt you from my wrath.”

He hugged himself tightly around the ribs while she seemed to process that. He hadn’t meant to tell her so soon, but she made him. She ruined all his plans. Maximus didn’t hate her quite as much as he hated Blackagar, only because she had never hurt him quite as much as Blackagar did (and she was beautiful and good to look at, anyway) but he very much feared she was going to retaliate very violently now.

Maximus tensed to run, when the hair suddenly lashed out and caught him, and he reached for a weapon-- a blade or gun or anything he knew he had on his person, but was bound tightly before he could reach any of one of them, and he found himself fighting to free his hands in vain.

“Please, you know how Black Bolt has used me!” he cried plaintively, switching tactics and feeling that very real panic begin to overwhelm him. “He uses my poor, brilliant mind, that he damaged, and makes me build things. I can’t help building things!”

[maximus-the-rad-blog]

inhumanqueen:

“I would ask him, however he is not the one in front of me,” she hissed, hair loosening from his wrist. She wasn’t stupid. She knew how dangerous her brother-in-law was. “You are. Tell me what you are working on, Maximus.” Her voice was filled with a quiet rage.

He snarled, then viciously ripped his wrist from the floating strands that loosened their grip, neverminding the striated red cuts that burned into his skin. “I’m building a bomb, to use on the humans.” He curled in on himself slightly, shrinking back like a cornered animal. “I’m only doing it on Black Bolt’s command! You can’t hurt me!”

[maximus-the-rad-blog]

elementxlle:

“Your condition is self-diagnosed. I believe you torment my sister just as much as she ‘picks’ on you. Speaking of which, what have you been doing since you arrived? I can’t imagine you’ve just been sitting around staring at walls.”

Crystalia frowned, regarding her cousin in silence for a moment. “Marry them? I never thought about marrying one of them. Is ‘love and leave’ your strategy, cousin?”

“I think I wanted to be called ‘Maximus the Magnificent’. Pretty sure that’s what I would have picked. I’ve been doing heinous, murderous, machine-building things,” he told her condenscendingly, with the smug air of someone who had no intention of telling her anything but was still gloating over the fact he just had. 

“Of course. I break the hearts of many women. We’re Inhuman royalty and should not tie ourselves to inadvantageous blood,” Maximus informed her primly.

[maximus-the-rad-blog]

inhumanqueen:

“According to you, Maximus, I am always mean,” she called back, walking towards him. “A child leash would be a good idea for you…”

“I’m not a common animal,” he snapped. Some of his anger drained from his face as he stood still and suddenly wrinkled his brow in confusion. “...Humans collar and leash their offspring?”

[maximus-the-rad-blog]

inhumanqueen:

Medusa’s eyes burned with rage. “Well if you have the permission of the king, perhaps you should tell me what it is you have planned.” She resisted the urge to wrap her hair around his throat. Instead it wrapped around his wrist, forcing his arm away from his face. “Tell me. Now.”

Maximus tensed up when her hair gripped him, and he fell silent for several seconds. He stared at the tendrils of hair forcing his wrist still in mid-air, then slowly transferred his gaze to her face, narrowing his eyes and flaring his nostrils in barely contained rage.

"Unhand me," he said levelly. "Or you will regret it. Why don't you ask your precious husband?"

[maximus-the-rad-blog]

inhumanqueen:

Medusa advanced, hair reacting to her sudden anger by puffing out slightly. She was ready to grab and hold Maximus to keep him from doing whatever it was he had planned. “What are you planning, Maximus. Tell me. Now.”

Maximus shrank back a step as her hair furled out indignantly, half shielding his face with a forearm, then laughed. "I'm sorry, but I really do have orders from a higher authority than you. Nothing I've done is without the order of the king. Surprise! All this needless intrigue... Oh dear."

[inhumanqueen-blog]

“I believe humans sell things call child leashes. I have a feeling I will need some of those for my family.” Medusa’s voice was dry and amused, indicating that she did love her family, but sometimes they drove her insane.

[maximus-the-rad-blog]

“I heard that! Medusa is being mean again!” he called, raising his voice.

[boltagarblackagon-blog1]

Blackagar did not budge, his brow furrowing slightly as he contemplated his options. Maximus was difficult to predict, but he had been relatively stable of late and he was required to remain so. The Inhuman occupation of the SHIELD Institute was tentative and difficult to define.

Finally, he lifted several fingers and gestured curtly aside, a common indication that he wanted shown more information. Maximus was prone to distracting and idle talk, he knew, but there was always an active and intuitive mind beneath, and he demanded to know what his brother was planning.

[maximus-the-rad-blog]

Maximus cringed. He hated his brother, so very much. Black Bolt was surely a cold and unyielding creature, always so very dangerous and just looming overhead. He was perfectly aware of the fathomless and sharp mind that his older brother possessed, and could only imagine what he could be planning by bringing them all here.

“This way, your majesty,” Maximus caved, gesturing for Blackagar to follow him into the lab. He furtively glanced about at the various mechanisms and inventions, rapidly cataloging which would be effective weapons against Black Bolt. There was just nothing on that category of power level. Hmm. The teleporter might buy him time, though. And the echo device might deal some damage.

Maximus froze up, then cast a greasy grin back up at his brother. “I have only Attilan’s best interests at heart,” he repeated, moving over to what might have looked like a giant egg beater of sorts. He pressed long fingers into contact points and there was a pressurized hiss as attachment trays clicked outwards. “Surely you know how dangerous the humans are. Their entire history is a record of time and time again of genocide. What is it their Erik Lehnsherr is preaching? Ah yes, isolationism. Isolation to prevent utter annihilation.”

[cajuncardthrower]

“Touch my cats and I’ll be wearin’ your skin as a damn scarf, mon ami.”

[maximus-the-rad-blog]

"Rude. I’m an actual prince, you know. I’ll touch them if I want.”

[cajuncardthrower]

“Feed it. Pet it. Love it.”

[maximus-the-rad-blog]

“Fleeting. A fur is forever. Well, significantly longer-lasting.”

[inhumanqueen-blog]

She resisted the urge to close her eyes and murmur something about needing patience to deal with Maximus. “The king worries about you. There’s a distinct difference.” She had no doubt that Blackagar did love his brother, but he did worry about him as well.

[maximus-the-rad-blog]

"And I worry about the king. Very much so. He has such a tender heart for you and the rest... and then there is I, Maximus the Mad, ever ready to take the fall for those things that need be done in his name, but best not be.” He glanced at her sidelong, darkly, then smiled.

[cajuncardthrower]

“You ain’t seen un petit chat runnin’ around here, have ya?”

[maximus-the-rad-blog]

“Why, what were you going to do with it?”

[viperinheels]

A coy smile growing on her face, Amora knew that she needed to play her cards the right way. She craved attention and needed an alliance that wasn’t behind bars, so she would explore every path until one came up benefiting her. “Oh, we most certainly should. You like you have a brilliant mind. Tell me, what are you doing in a hole of degenerates?” 

[maximus-the-rad-blog]

“Me? I’m accompanying an Inhuman royal delegation to investigate and otherwise announce ourselves to the world. And certain other great, momentous things neither here nor there.” He propped his shoulder against the clear wall separating them and glanced idly aside. “Tell me, fairest lady in the land. How came you to be locked up here?”

[inhumanqueen-blog]

“You’ve built something dangerous then,” she assumed. “You’ve made a friend?” She almost couldn’t believe it, except she knew he could be incredibly charming. “As long as you don’t get into trouble, I see no reason for you to be forced to leave this place.”

[maximus-the-rad-blog]

Maximus grinned and shrugged in a ‘who knows’ gesture. “I cannot be forced,” he insisted, some of his self-confidence returning. “The king loves me. I’m very useful.”

[ofbiitterness]

The man’s musings were enough to trigger at least some level of curiosity from Vision though, like the rest of his emotions, it was dulled by the firewall. “You would have to talk to Director Coulson or Vice Director Romanoff, though I doubt they would allow some for something to hold flowers.”

[maximus-the-rad-blog]

Fine. He didn’t need any for his flower idea. It was just that he’d already tried getting some off Reed Richards and that hadn’t worked. The Inhuman shrugged. “No matter. Maximus always finds a way. You have flower specifics or just flowering plants in general?”

[ofbiitterness]

“A replacement doesn’t have to be a vase, simply an object that can hold flowers and keep them alive.” He decided not to pursue the ‘festival-themed’ comment. 

[maximus-the-rad-blog]

“Hmm,” Maximus accepted, his mind already working on new ideas to most interestingly fulfill that function. “A vase was a poor initial choice to that end, then, being little more than a receptacle. You know where I might obtain some vibranium?”

[ofbiitterness]

“It is a vase. If you can build a replacement, I would accept that as well.”

[maximus-the-rad-blog]

“Lord Maximus is mad, not stupid, and must inform you that the process of creating a vase is not termed ‘building’, and therefore out of my purview. Go buy yourself a new one, festival-themed automaton.”