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Maximus has been trying to get a bead on Skye, but since she's SHIELD, that's a little harder. He's had to casually name drop, and ask around about anyone seeing a lady of her description. That is…the description of her that he saw before the crystaliss. He's heard, through all that, that there's a badass looking sort that comes by this way from time to time and he's lurking in a fine suit, his hair in loose ringlets, and his keen eyes on the alert for his AWOL subject.
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Skye was AWOL alright! From the genetic council of Atillan, maybe a day or two from SHIELD, and especially from home. A place that she typically doesn't stay away from. A place that she was practically running away from to find some other place to live because she was scared shitless at what she had to deal with on all fronts. So it's no surprise that she'd be outside the infamous Baxter building, which suffered an explosion a couple of weeks back, home to the Fantastic Four and basically people who could righteously kick her ass if she goes off the rails. Great! Great place to hide!
The paper she held was pulled down, her coat bundled up, her hand pulled back so that she could look all the way up towards the monstrosity of the building. Eh! Looks safe!
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It IS safe. Super safe. SO SAFE, that its where Crystal decided to stash the infamous last king of Attilan, himself. So that the Fantastic Four can keep an eye on him. Working SO WELL. "Are you she?" He asks in a whispery tone, from where he lingers nearby. He's dressed far different, so there's plenty of explanation for why she wouldn't immediately recognize him.
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She also probably wouldn't recognize him because when she did see him? He was a tiny little white blip. No amount of glasses could see that damn far away, but she sure did hear those cackling little hollars that sometimes gave her nightmares. The paper was soon folded up, tucked right beneath her arm as she prepares to head in, one step taken, the soft whisper causing her to stop and look around, her brown eyes finally settling upon.. well.. him! "Excuse me? Who? Me?"
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"Yesssss…you look…disoriented, like you are going through a troubling time in your life." Maximus smiles faintly. "Are you she…that was such a surprising /birth/, while death was being dealt? I was so thrilled when that happened, you should know. I have made them before, of course, but…never in the midst of battle." He rambles on, and its possible that there are several others with Daisy's similar description that have been totally weirded out by his monologue of Crazy.
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"Uh.." Damn damn Skye, she didn't have her gun with her. Possibly the first foolish mistake she's ever made as a SHIELD agent. Well, there were several questionable choices but this is the one that she regrets the most. Andwith that regret comes feet that slowly draw back as her shoulders steel in preparation. "I.. what?" So, he was.. there? He.. wait, he made them? He.. "You.." What in the world could she say to that? And say to all of that crazy? Should she punch him? Should she run away? "You're.. you're that.. that guy. That.. little guy in white!" Well, he wasn't so little now..
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Maximus lids his eyes and looks…unthreatened, and unbothered. "I do sometimes wear white. I am now your /guide/, though, through a wonderful world of training and learning. After all, only another like yourself could assist you through this time, and it is critical." Max holds out his hand to her, ignoring that she has every reason to want to punch him.
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"What?!" Skye nearly shrieks out, the paper soon fluttering to the ground as it blows away with an omnious gust of wind as soon as his hand is stretched out. "No.. no no no.." She shakes her head, taking a step back, her hands spread and pointed to the ground as it slowly begins to tremble. The trembling was quick, a swift vibration that would make the feet feel as if they were being tickled, which soon picks up to a slow rumble as she continues to take a step back. Branches shake, the wood snapping and falling to the ground as her bottom lip begins to quiver. "Not yet. I'm not ready to go yet. There's so, so much that I need to do here and so many people to protect!" Yes, Blackagar did say that when he was ready, he was going to take her and leave. No choice. Is this how it was going to be done? "I.. just give me another weeek! Please!"
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Maximus arches his brows. "What?" Then he wrinkles his nose. "I am not taking you anywhere. This is intriguing…some sort of…earthquake?" He tips his chin down. "That's not very nice to destroy all these buildings, you know. Not that I'd mind, but sometimes people feel bad about the loss of life." His voice has a lilting quality about it. "I'd suggest you /stop/, and calm down."
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"But.. but.. he said.. he said…" It was getting a little too hard to handle, her face was already flushing with the strain of attempting to get everything to stop, her hands even lifting to grasp at her hat, which slides just a little in a downward tug of stress. "I'm not.. I'm not going.." She persists, but there was one thing that she couldn't resist. Was the pure command to calm down and stop.
It was like someone suddenly pressed the 'peace be still' button, her heartrate slowed considerably, the shaking draws itself to a climax of never even happening in the first place. Tears that nearly fall from her eyes, halted with a wipe of her fingers against them as she inhales. A picture perfect of calm. "Blackagar said that I had to leave with him when the time was right." See! Calm! "I thought you were here to take me to him."
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"I am Blackagar's brother, Maximus. If he said that, he is a fool that wishes to be buried under a mountain of snow. His little retreat is no place for your powers. The desert would be more appropriate, but even that does not matter so much as…what you are. Did he tell you /that/? Or did he keep you in the dark?" His mind reaches out, but carefully so, tentative, delicate, since he does not know her powers fully. But his intent is simply to place a seed of familiarity there, which would not harm her in any way, only make her more succeptible in the future to his influence.
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Even though she was calm she was on guard. A little wary, considering what he's done to her and the things that he could be capable of. "He… said I could put a lot of people in danger. You know?" She gestures around, her gaze looking up towards the Baxter Building once more, then towards the ground to look for the paper that.. flew.. off. "Oh fuck." She snaps her fingers a bit. It was clear that she was relaxed, guarded, but relaxed, the tiny little nudge taking hold as she gives a slight shrug of her shoulders. "I mean, yeah? In so many words?" She tilts her head towards the Baxter Building, intending to head that way, yet keeping the conversation on as if they were familiar. "Something about it being a curse and a gift, and how it was rare because something or other blah blah. Do all of you do that whole.. kingly talk? It's weird. Can barely understand you guys."
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Maximus seems suddenly thoroughly annoyed. "My /brother/ spent his time in exile pondering what bird shit means on his head. It means he got shat on. UGH. Yes yes…blah blah blah, great gift, but honestly, my dear, my precious creation, we are /different/ because we are Inhumans. Our lineage was genetically crafted by an alien race to be magnificent, and so we are. By passing through the mists, we gain extraordinary powers, but only those who are well trained and specially chosen usually are allowed to do so. That's why you are unusual.You see? I thought you were human, and I was trying to /kill you/ with the mists, which are deadly to humans. But, then you surprised me and became one of us. You know…that and seeing my snow leopards attack were the best parts of that rather miserable day." If he can see the paper, for her, he will pick it up.
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Now we're talking. Or rather, he's talking. Each word, each syllable that comes from his mouth has her brows shooting upwards, her lips parting, her hand lifting to point a finger in the air to speak, but wisely backing down so that he could continue. Where there would be cause for alarm, she was actually perfect! Obediant! A nice little Inhuman who positively waited her turn for the rant to be over so that she could .. well.. add in her little two cents.
"I.. I'm sorry. I missed that part."
Though, with no paper in sight, she was forced to actually grab ahold of the door to the building, pulling it open for the Mad Max so that he could step in before she does. "Then answer me this question, da.." No, don't do it Skye! "..er. So, if your people are well chosen and carefully selected.." Her lips curl into a frown, and a sudden little light appears within her eyes. "Does.. does that mean my parents are Inhuman? Are.. are they alive? You would know right? You're the King."
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Maximus moves into the building, fluidly, though he does glance back to make certain she's coming. "I /should be/ King, but those idiots on the council kicked me out. But yes, your parents certainly are or were Inhumans, though of course, they could have remained dormant their entire lives, for /generations/. There were uprisings in the past, groups that struck out against Attilan and left that place. We are aware that in the world…there are inhumans that have no idea what they truly are. But, I can promise you this, of the two of us, I am far more likely to lead you to your parents. I can guarantee that Blackagar will only wax on about Inhumans moving towards the future…" He turns his hand into a puppet, miming someone talking.
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Well that was a little bit more promising. Even though she should -really- kick him right in the ass as he passes by. But she follows him inside, if she wasn't enraptured by his words then, she was now. "Well he did say something about moving forward, yada yada. I mean.. it's hard to focus once you pop out of some sort of crustacean cocoon…" She confesses, stopping right at the door to look around. "Do you know if they're renting or not?" But, she carries on.
"Okay, so you want to help me find my parents. And help train me. And with that, I don't have to leave New York, at all. I can stay here, get a nice little corner nook, go to work, come home, spend time with you doing.." Her hand waves faintly. "Whatever it is you do.." She then moves, attempting to go past him towards the apartment listing.
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"If there is room for me,there is room for you. I live here. See? You were drawn here. My room is 1220. You get yourself in order, and then you come see me. Remember. Maximus is beter than Boltagon."
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