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</div><br/><span style="font-size: 22px">Maximillian Maxwell</span><br/><b>Zodiac Sign: </b>Zodiac Rabbit<br/><b>Time:</b>4pm local time<br/><b>Location: </b>Outside Hana's Apartment, London, UK -> Ops Room, Terramore<br/><b>Mood Song</b>:<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fyoutube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DzsCD5XCu6CM%26feature%3Dshares&amp;hash=473a674c9d96cf671327eecc28c256f5" href="https://youtube.com/watch?v=zsCD5XCu6CM&amp;feature=shares" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Somewhere I Belong - Linkin Park</a><br/><b>Wearing: </b>Black slacks, grey tshirt, black leather bomber jacket<br/><b>Tagging:</b>OMNI (<a class="username" data-user-id="6055" data-username="Dragongoddess" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6055/">Dragongoddess</a>)<br/><b>Mentioning:</b>Hana<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>"Suit yourself." Max muttered, always wanting to get in the last flippant statement whenever possible. He stepped through OMNI's portal, hoping it was safe to use; anywhere she could possibly put him was better than hanging out in the thick of London, and at least if he died, he wouldn't have to put up with the rest of the Zodiacs always trying to drag him along for drinks and movie nights.<br/><br/>He felt the shift under his feet between cold hard concrete and the slightly more yielding floor of the Ops Room. And, as he expected, Max only made it a few steps past the portal before his senses were overwhelmed. This was why he hated the island so much; at least in the city, the power grid was more spread out, the electronics dispersed. Here, especially in this room, every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire. The one side effect of his power, being able to detect electrical and magnetic charges... And much to the despair of his body, he couldn't turn that feature off.<br/><br/>Fortunately for him, OMNI slammed into his back and the force jarred him from being sucked into the internal pain. He rounded on her the same way a belligerent drunk would turn on someone that jostled them in the street on the way back from the pub, then he clutched her hands. There was a pain in his face, paler than it had any right to be, as he rooted her to him, magnetically locking them together. Then he focused; he centered on the beating of OMNI's heart, the racing impulses of her brain to her limbs. The human body was one giant computer, and surrounded in a sea of static that sought to drive him insane, for now at least, he had an anchor.<br/><br/>"Sorry... Just... lots of recoil." Max managed to get out before swearing loudly and screaming "shut up" at the top of his lungs. The lights in the Ops Room flickered, the electronics in the room all shorted, and Max dropped to his knees, releasing the magnetic lock of OMNI's small hands. The normally stoic ball of piss and vinegar, brought to his knees by a measly bunch of computers... Boy, he felt like a idiot now, being born with the power to nearly die any thing he walked into a data closet. Hell, even trips to grocery stores were living hell at times, especially near the registers.<br/><br/>"Fuck me..." Max grumbled, then slammed his fist into the floor. It took him a moment to force himself back to his feet again, and even then he had the swaying stance of a veteran sailor on his first day back on land. His head felt numb, his hand hurt, and he could already feel the computers in the room restarting by themselves. The island hated his very existence, spited it even, and he felt the same way.