#monokuma01

Now, before we start here, let it be said that Max is perfectly alright with excessive, unwarranted police brutality. More than alright, I'd say! He's it's number one supporter! He can't remember a single case that's gone without it, in all his years within the Freelance Police, and despite how he couldn't tell you what he ate for breakfast let alone past jobs, the point still stands; it's as valuable as a hobby as it is a life skill. Sometimes, justice needs to come in the form of a devastated medical record.

So in a lot of ways, Max kind of digs the new military! The suffocating atmosphere they set over the city was something to be admired, and it's a refreshing change of pace when an occasional misdemeanor is met with the same brand of attention as an attempted murder. It was fun to watch, he'll admit! It's like Cops: Extreme Edition. Live. He'd be pretty happy with just kicking back and enjoying the show, and for a while, he resigned to doing just that-- but it wasn't long before he realized how quiet the streets became, and how short his end of the stick really was.

It used to be that you could throw a rock in any direction and hit some kind of criminal, but now, with the public scared into obedience and the streets clear of any misdeed, all you'd be hitting with your aimless rock throwing is armed guards-- and Max learned the hard way that they aren't fond of getting rocks thrown at them. (Wimps.) It left a member of the Freelance Police like him with only a shadow of his job-- how was he supposed to uphold the law when it couldn't be better upheld with freakin' scaffolding? Needless to say, Max was chomping at the bit for some action. It's bad enough the scientists took away his gun, but just because society fell apart from a nightmarish eclipse once, they're gonna take this away from him, too? Oh, just wait until he gets his paws around their scrawny little necks--

Max, despite his temper tantrum-to-be bitter frustration, spent most of his time staking out the shopping district, ever since the feds rolled in-- hanging off a windowsill with nothing but a keen pair of eyes (Don't let their unmistakable beadiness fool you! He's more hawk than rabbit!), a vaguely acceptable overlook of the streets, and the lack of patience most people would frown upon in a stake-out scenario. He knows too well that if he wanted to get back in the business of the law, he ought to hang around a less patrolled sector-- but before he moved on to greener, crime-addled pastures, a spite in his gut demanded that he pull the rug out from under these posers, and snag one, just one arrest first. It's taking a lot longer than he anticipated, though, and before long, it turns into a battle between his dangerously short patience and his blurred sense of vengeance.

It's hard to say what would've won out in the end, because before he gets the chance to cut his losses and head home, some... tiny bear guy waltzes out from the corner of his eye, and whether out of desperation or boredom or desperate boredom, he decides that this relatively innocent bystander's innocence is coming into question. For all kinds of reasons! Jay walking, public indecency, the reanimation of a beloved children's toy (He's pretty sure that goes against some law! Of nature or otherwise!)... He didn't know what the deal was with this guy, but whoever this is, oh, boy, he is so going down.

The hypocrisy barely resonates with Max, but he doesn't seem to care about what little that does. So long as someone's getting busted for something, everything in between just didn't matter! He's been itching for someone like this to roll around! Sure, it might not've been as heart-pumping as what he's done in the past, let alone what he hoped for, but even the slightest misdemeanors could use his special touch. Preferably with some kind of blunt force! "Hey, Yogi!" The words ring out clear in the night's relative silence, and in a flash, he leaps from his perch to confront the bear at large (Even though he's just about Max's height, give or take a few inches--), landing in front of the lil' bear with all the grace of a he thinks he dislocated his ankle--

... Nope. Nope, he's good! Just a horrible, grueling sprain. He'll walk it off! If. If he can--

But anyway!