hiddenagenda | [test run] Nikola Tesla

A: Network post

[It's outrageous, this place, the way it takes things from those it captures, the way they're kept at arm's length from their captors. Nikola isn't a fan. When he can't make something to solve the problem, he'd rather attack it head-on. These people probably like Edison and have some kind of penchant for ugly curtains; the whole thing is irritating, tasteless, and getting to Nikola in a way he isn't keen to admit.

Screw it. Direct approach? He can work with that. If they won't do it, he will.]

You know, it's really annoying when you're too cowardly to face someone down directly. You leave us alone, you come after us in subtle little ways--by the way, that's the worst supervillain approach next to explaining everything--without taking much in return. What do you want? Do you want a fight, or are you going to just rest on your contrived laurels, waiting for someone to challenge you?

[His eyes go dark, his teeth morph into something dreadful as he stares into the camera.]

I'm done with this. Come and get me, already.

B: action

[Standing before you is a man of taste, a man of distinction. He's wearing clothing that is quite stylish, as he ought, but there's something very wrong, if you're looking at his face. His clothes are a bit out of place for the general theme, and beginning to look the slightest bit distressed. In fact, he looks distressed--no, disgusted. His taste having changes over the decades, the 1920s fashion before him isn't going to cut it. Yes, the 20s had their moments, but he isn't really willing to go back to them now. There's been too much progress since then, and that mustache is nothing but a memory of true folly.]

You've got to be kidding. If I wanted a time machine, I'd make it myself.