#AAAAAAH HAMMY OMG

[sebastianshaw]

"Behold, Shaw! Feast your eyes upon Maximus the Maker's glorious creation! Nano technology!" Over his hand is a strange glove that is littered with various metal components. The madman clenches his fist, bringing the glove alight. He then cackles as... Nothing happens. After a moment, he clears his throat and attempts his announcement again. "Nano technology!" Again, he clenches his fist, undoubtedly how the nanobots are supposed to be activated, but another moment passes without anything happening. "Where are they?" he grits out as he checks his glove. His princely brow furrows at what he finds, or rather what he doesn't fine. Silently, to avoid embarrassment, he simply turns on his heel and walks away. Only when he is out of earshot does a nearby person shriek in terror before disintegrating into mush.

Shaw had granted the audience with Maximus because he knew that he'd still be getting one if he refused, and one with a possibly offended Maximus, which upped the already high chance for disaster quite precariously. The fact that he, such an important and powerful man, had to make such concessions grated him, and was not a sensation he'd missed. And while normally he'd be even more grated that his time had been wasted in such a manner when the display failed, the fact that Maximus's inventions had caused him such grief in the past actually rendered him amused when this one didn't work. Though he was careful not to show it, for aforementioned reasons. Still, he can't help himself. . . "They might have some. . .performance anxiety," he suggested gently, holding back a smile. The smile appeared in full as the prince exited. . .then vanished abruptly as his chief valet was reduced to fishing chum.

"MAXIMU--" Shaw began to holler after the Inhuman, then reconsidered---he didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing this had worked. So he just quietly pressed the call button for a cleanup crew. @inhumanmadman